Erin woke up early and just took a moment to watch Jay as he slept. She slowly brushed the hair across his forehead and just truly to be blessed to be back in his arms. She slipped from the bed, threw on his shirt and crept into the kitchen.

An hour or so later, Jay awoke to the smell of coffee coming from his kitchen. He reached across the bed, but it was empty and cold. He sat up, wondering if he had dreamt of Erin's return. He had to admit it wouldn't be the first time he had had an adult dream about her since she had left.

But Jay noticed his shirt was missing from the floor so he pulled on his boxers and padded into the kitchen. Erin was sitting at the table, coffee cup in hand and reading the paper. The Sun Times had nothing on the Wall Street Journal but it was certainly home for her.

"Morning," Jay said as he yawned and poured himself a cup.

"Sleepyhead."

"When did you even get up?"

"Like 6am."

"Erin Lindsay is up at 6am?"

"Yeah like every single day. They usually wanted us at the field office by 7."

The words hit Jay like a ton of bricks and he knew that she would soon be returning to New York, almost halfway across the country and at this point, he was seriously considering following her. He was sure Will would understand, after all, Will felt the same about Natalie as Jay did about Erin.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Where were you just now?"

"Lost in thought."

"Bad habit," Erin said as her phone rang. She kissed his cheek as she answered. "Agent Lindsay."

"Erin, its Jennifer Spencer. Where are you? You're late."

"Agent Spencer, I was going to call you. I've put in my official transfer papers this morning. I'm returning to Chicago."

"We had a deal Erin. You work for us now."

"That deal was inhumane. I should never have given up my life for Bunny's."

"That was the choice you made. Now I want you on the first flight back to New York."

"That's not going to happen, Agent Spencer. I want to come home and my home is in Chicago. This is where my family is and hopefully my future."

"You have no future there. You were facing potential jail time for official misconduct when we acquired you."

"I'm not a piece of property. I'm a person."

"You need to return to New York."

"This is really just a courtesy to you, but my transfer has been put in effective immediately. I've got a moving team at my apartment to get it packed and sent back to me. It was good working with you but I'm done in New York. Goodbye Agent Spencer."

Erin hung up her phone and turned to see Jay, completely still and mouth hanging open. She smiled as she walked over to him and gently closed his mouth.

"Something wrong?"

"You put in transfer papers this morning?"

"Yup. I told you last night that I was coming home and I want to be with you more than anything. I did mean that, you know?"

"I know you meant that but I didn't think you'd be doing it so fast."

"I'm not letting anything stand in my way anymore."

"Okay then."

"So I thought we could spend the day catching up."

"Well that's a great idea but I have to get to District."

"You're off today. Hank gave you the day off."

"Voight voluntarily gave me the day off?"

"Well, I may have had to twist his arm just a little bit."

"Oh really?"

"Well no not really. I just called him and told him you weren't coming in today. We have some stuff to talk about, especially about us."

"And I can't wait to talk to you about it," Jay said as he put his arms around her.

"But first, we have something to do first."

"Like what?"

"We need to go to Statesville."

"Why?"

"I need to see Al."

An hour later, Erin and Jay sat in the day room at Statesville. The guard brought Al in and led him to the table before removing the cuffs. Erin sat there across from him and smiled.

"You look good Al."

"Thanks kiddo. What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you."

"You shouldn't have come. Hank and me have this under control."

"Yeah, sure looks like it," Erin said, looking around the room.

"We got this, kiddo. You should go home."

"I am coming home Al. I'm moving back to Chicago."

"Jay, can you give me a minute with Erin?"

"Sure," Jay said as he stood and walked away. Erin looked back at Al.

"Erin, you don't need to be her. You need to put as much distance between you and Chicago as possible."

"Nothing is going to stop me from coming home, Al. I'm needed here."

"You have a life to live and you can't do that from here."

"Jay is my life and he is here. Of course, I'm coming home. You and Hank are just the bonus."

"Erin, I say this with love but please go back to New York and don't come here again. I've known you just as long as Hank has, I watched you grow up. You've turned into a remarkable young woman and with everything you've been through, you deserve to be happy. Take Halstead and get the hell out of Chicago. Please," Al said, tear in his eye.

"Al, you have been family just like Hank and Camille. I will always be here for you and for Hank."

"Then please don't come back." With that, Al stood and walked away from her. Erin just watched him as Jay came back over.

"Everything okay?" Jay asked.

"Not yet, but it will be, I hope."

Jay led Erin back to the car but before he could put it in drive, she turned to face him.

"When we get back to your place, we need to talk and when I tell you what I have to tell you, you can't say anything until I'm done. Okay?"

"Okay," Jay said, puzzled.

Arriving back at Jay's, Erin sat on the couch as Jay grabbed a couple beers. He sat them on the table in front of them and joined Erin on the couch.

"Lay it on me."

"Okay, but you can't say anything until I'm done."

"Deal."

"Okay, do you remember when Justin was shot?"

Jay nodded so Erin continued.

"We found out it was Kevin Bingham that shot him. Hank had found out where he was hiding and sent the team there, but he wasn't there when you guys got there."

"No he wasn't."

"That's because Hank led you guys on a wild goose chase. Bingham was never going to be in that house."

"Then why did…"

"Not yet. Anyways, when I called you and you told me that neither Hank nor Bingham was there, I knew where to look for Hank. I found him at the Silos. He was there, standing in the rain as Bingham was digging a hole, his grave essentially."

"Voight killed him?" Jay asked, sitting up straighter.

"Not yet. I got there and begged Hank not to do this, that Justin wouldn't want this. But the look in Hank's eyes was so cold; he lost a part of himself when Justin was killed. I remember feeling that same way when Nadia got killed. I blamed myself and I could see Hank blamed himself for what happened to Justin. So I left, drove off to Bingham calling out my name to help him. I found out later that Bingham admitted to shooting Justin. He even went as far as to tell Hank that the last words Justin heard was Bingham's voice saying 'fuck you' as he put a bullet in Justin's head."

"Doesn't excuse what Voight did."

"I know you think that but I remember feeling the same way when I found myself face to face with Yates in his childhood home. He knew he wasn't going to make it out alive and I believe he wanted me to kill him."

"That was different; Yates came at you with an ice pick. Voight had Bingham digging a hole and shot him in cold blood. Voight is a killer, not you."

"Jay, I owe Hank my life. I wouldn't be here with you right now if it hadn't been for Hank and Camille. I would've probably OD'd with Charlie or be in jail. But Hank did what he had to and so did I."

"What do you mean?"

"Crowley had an idea of what happened to Bingham. Remember when she showed up and took Hank away after we got the arson guy? She took him to the Silos. She knew the body would be there and wanted Hank to admit what he had done."

"Did he?"

"He didn't have too. The body wasn't there."

"Where was it?"

"I moved it."

"You did what?" Jay exploded as he shot off the couch and began to pace the room.

"I moved Bingham's body before Crowley could try to uncover it. It ended up having to be moved again, the second time Al helped me."

"Is that why Al was arrested?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything else you've left out?" Jay asked, running a hand through his hair.

"The only reason Al is in jail is because a witness supposedly saw him and a dark haired female moving Bingham's body. Oh, and I guess Homicide is saying they found Al's hair on the body."

"So someone saw you and Olinsky moving the body?"

"I guess. I came back here to turn myself in. Al doesn't deserve to go through this alone."

"You can't do that Erin, you'll go to prison."

"I have to own up for what I did. If anything I'd get charged with tampering with evidence and obstruction. That carries a 3-5 year sentence and I bet any good defense lawyer could knock that down to a year."

"But you could never be a cop again."

"I have to do what's right. I plan on going to tell Hank that I'm turning myself in."

"Don't do it."

"I have too. I just wanted you to know the truth and hope that you still want me in your life."

Jay didn't say anything as he began pacing again. He wasn't sure how to process what he had just learned. All he knew for sure was that Erin couldn't confess to the police or it would cost them their life together. Finally he just walked over to her and knelt in front of her.

"Go talk to Voight but please wait before talking to Deputy Superintendent Brennan. Please."