I decided to go along with the whole Quarantine storylines. September is a long way from now and I need something - other than work - to keep me busy and happy. Hope you like it. I have a couple of ideas but feel free to pinch in.

As always, stay safe!

Jay woke up when a ray of sun peaking through the drapes hit his eyes. He moaned softly and rubbed his face clearly disorientated. Where was he?

He slowly opened his eyes and took a look at his surroundings. Then, the scent of the freshly washed blanket that was covering his body refreshed his memory. He was at Hailey's house.

What time was it? How did he manage to sleep through the night? For the first time in a long time, his demons stayed hidden in their lair.

He was thankful for that. He didn't want Hailey to witness him in his most vulnerable state. Shivering and crying in his sleep while covered in sweat. She was strong, but surely not ready for that.

Then, the smell reached his nostrils. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes savoring the aroma of hot coffee and home baked pancakes.

He removed the blanket and got up. He respected the fact that he was a guest and preferred to sleep in his sweatpants and not just his boxers.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Hailey was heard from the kitchen across the room.

That was a sight of her he had never seen before. She was standing over a frying pan making pancakes, wearing a Daisy Duck apron on top her oversized hoody.

"No, you didn't wake me," he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it? I feel like I overslept."

"It's 8:30,» Hailey responded and placed the pancakes on a plate.

"What's all this?" Jay laughed and pointed at the rich breakfast placed on the counter.

Coffee, blueberry pancakes, croissants, cereals, a bottle of milk and a bottle of orange juice.

"This is an 'I am sorry I was such an asshole last night' breakfast," she looked straight into his eyes visibly ashamed and regretful.

"Hailey," he softly said as he approached her. "Forget about last night. We are good."

His blonde partner nodded and smiled. She hated herself for what she had said the previous night. She didn't even mean any of the words that came out of her mouth.

She guessed the saying was true. We hurt the ones we love. Yes, she did love him. Was it platonic? Friendship? Parntership? Romantic? She didn't even know how to label it and she wasn't sure if their relationship needed a label. It was real. That was the only thing that mattered.

"Vanessa is not back yet?" Jay asked looking around.

"No," Hailey smiled. "She called me saying she will be staying there for the rest of day. I guess she ishaving more fun than us."

Go Reyes," Jay laughed .

"Did you sleep well on the couch?" she asked concerned.

"Sure," he nodded.

"Look, if this quarantine thing goes on, you can always sleep in my bed,"Hailey offered.

"I told you already. I fine on the couch. I am not putting you out of your own bedroom," he said and took her mug from her hands to take a sip of coffee.

"I didn't say I'd leave the bedroom," she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Jay almost choked at the sound of that.

"What do you mean?" he asked and wiped the dripping coffee from his chin.

"I have a king size bed. We are both adults, I am sure we can share a bed for a couple of day," she explained.

"I am not sure that's wise," Jay frowned his forehead skeptically.

"Why? " Hailey raised her shoulders puzzled. "Do you snore? Sleepwalk? Talk in your sleep? Toss and turn?"

Jay laughed and scratched his head. "No, neither of all that. It's just…. I am fine sleeping on the couch. Let's leave it that for now."

Hailey looked at him surprised. What was he so afraid of? She was giving him the green light but he chose to stand still.

Did he want to sleep with her? Of course he did. He often dreamed about holding her in his hands. Running his fingers through her hair. Smelling her scent on his pillow. But not like this. He didn't trust himself. He could feel how vulnerable Hailey was feeling due to the latest events and he was in no way willing to take advantage of that. He was there as her partner and friend.

"I'll just go take a quick shower before we eat," he quickly changed the subject and started looking into his duffle bag for clean clothes.

"You can use my bathroom upstairs," She pointed with her finger the upper floor.

Jay moved quickly to the second floor and entered her bedroom. Apart from the day he helped them move in, he had never seen the interior of her bedroom. Suddenly, he felt like he was invading her private space.

He couldn't help but take a peak at his surroundings. It smelled like vanilla and lavender. The walls were dark beige and a king size bed filled the room. He picked up the frame that was placed on her night stand and instantly a smile formed on his lips. It was a photo of them together at his birthday party.

He placed it down and walked towards her bathroom. That was when he realized that he had forgotten to bring towels with him.

"Hey Hailey?" he shouted.

"Yeah?"

"I am sorry to ask, but I completely forgot to bring towels. Can I borrow yours?"

"Sure! Just open the right closet. You can find them on the top self."

He was giving him permission to go through her closet. That was oddly intimate and unlike of her. She usually didn't like others going through her stuff.

He slowly opened the closet as if he was scared of the boogy man creeping inside. He wasn't exactly sure what he was afraid of. It was just a closet…. With clothes. Yeah, clothes and probably underwear too. That's what he was afraid of.

He finally opened it and to his relief, it was only a few shelves with folded clothes. He picked up his gaze and spotted the towels, on the top shelf as described.

He grabbed a red one but as he was about to close the door he noticed something that did not belong there.

A sheer plastic bag from Chicago Med that contained a grey t-shirt. His t-shirt to be exact. The one that he was wearing when he got shot a few months ago.

He removed it from the bag and with trembling hands he run his fingers on the blood stains.

"Hey," Hailey said in a soft voice as she entered the room startling Jay. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't hear the water running and I thought you needed help with something."

"No," he shook his head and tried to fold the t-shirt back in the bag. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just happened to notice this in your closet."

Hailey's eyes landed on the bloody t-shirt and a knot formed on her throat.

"I've been meaning to give that back to you." She bit her lips awkwardly . "I just never found the right moment."

Jay scoffed in surprise. "I don't know what I am supposed to do with it. I almost died wearing this."

"I know," the petit detective paused for a second. "Honestly, I never planned on giving it back to you. I kept it as a constant reminder that I came really close to losing you. I should have knocked some sense out of you. I should have never let you leave that crime scene alone. I should have never let you go back to Angela alone. Generally, I should never leave you alone. "

"You don't trust me to make smart decisions?" Jay smiled sadly to defuse the tension.

"I don't trust you to keep yourself safe. You always put others above you. So, it is my job as your partner to always watch your back. Never let you out of sight," her blue eyes pierced his green.

"You know, that works both ways. Like I said last night, we protect each other. And I don't do it because it is my job. I do it because I care about you."

Once again, they stood for a few seconds just staring at each other. It was like they were having one of their silent conversations. Only this time, it was a silent 'I want to keep you safe because I love you' from both sides.

"Keep it, burn it, I don't care. I am here and not going anywhere. I promise you!" he placed the t-shirt on her bed and walked in the bathroom.

Hailey reluctantly picked it up and gently brushed her thumb on the bullet hole. She immediately felt that awful sensation down her spine. Fear! Sometimes, when she looked down at her hands, she could still see them covered in his cold blood.

She shivered, tossed the t-shirt back in the closet and headed back downstairs.

By now she was used to having a roommate but there was no denying it. She enjoyed having Jay around. It was weird how quickly she got accustomed to his presence.

The rest of the day went by quickly. They went to the super market and fought over which cookies to buy. As soon as they got home they fought over who was the best cook. During their evening coffee, they fought over the twinkies. As expected, during scrabble they fought over made up words and late at night they fought over which movie to watch.

Jay had fallen asleep long before the movie was over. She covered him with her blanket and gently run her fingers through his hair. He looked so peaceful.

She bit her lips and sighed, wondering if she should tell him the truth about what she found out in NY. He deserved to know. It would give him the closure he had been looking for. Was he ready for it though?

The 3rd day of quarantine would show!