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Responding to calls like this made Jay's heart race and his adrenaline spike. They were responding to a domestic call, neighbor heard multiple gunshots. Jay wasn't gonna lie, this call brought back the memories of what Olivia had told him. He shook all that off and got out of the truck. Gun drawn, Jay called that they were police and kicked in the front door. Two adults were shot to death in the living room. Jay was clearing one of the bedrooms upstairs, when he heard a noise come from the closet. Jay had his weapon ready and pulled open the door. There on the floor, sat this tiny little, blonde haired, blue eyed boy, who was looking up at Jay terrified.

"Hey buddy," Jay said putting his gun away,"It's okay, I'm a police officer, my name's Jay."

He crouched down to the little boys level.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, noticing the blood on his clothes, and the boy shook his head no.

"Mommy said to hide."

"And you did a great job. I'm gonna carry you out of here, okay?"

The little boy nodded.

"Guys, I'm coming down with a tender age boy, he was hiding in a closet. Have an ambo ready to roll." Jay radioed.

"10-4" Hailey responded.

Jay lifted the little boy up.

"Hold onto me okay? Keep your eyes closed till we're outside."

Jay held the little boy close to his chest and kept a hand over his eyes, hoping to hide as much as the carnage as he could. The little boy whimpered in his arms. All this mess was even a lot for Jay to handle. No little kid needs to see their parents brains splattered all over the living room.

"It's okay, we're almost outside."

Jay carefully put the little boy down onto the stretcher and he opened his eyes.

"This is Sylvie, she's gonna take care of you and bring you to a doctor."

"You stay?"

"No buddy, but you're in good hands."

"You stay." He pouted on the verge of tears.

He held out his little hand to Jay and his lips trembled. Jay looked toward Hank who nodded at him to go.

"5021 George to main, I'm en-route to Med with a tender age boy from our crime scene. Hold me off scene and calls."

"Main to 5021 George, 10-4."

Jay climbed into the ambulance. The boy scooted over and looked up at Jay, and Jay took it as a sign for him to sit there. Jay sat and the boy quickly scooted next to him and huddled into his side.

"Can you tell me your name?" Sylvie asked.

He looked up at Jay for permission.

"You can tell her."

"James." He whispered.

"It's nice to meet you James. Can you tell me how old you are?"

"Three." He said holding up two fingers.

"You're so grown up," She smiled,"Does anything hurt?"

He held his ears.

"Too loud."

Sylvie chuckled.

"Yeah, the sirens are pretty loud. Does anything else hurt?"

He tucked his head into Jay's side and sucked on his thumb.

"Well all his vitals look good. Hopefully just some routine tests at Med and then DCFS will take him. Is Will on shift?"

"No, he's off today."

What Jay thought would be a quick trip to Med was turning into an hours long event. They drew blood, which turned into a screaming meltdown for what felt like forever. Both the CAT scan and MRI had to be done a few times bd three year old can't sit still. Jay was laying on the hospital bed with a sleeping James on his chest. They were waiting for the last round of tests to come back. A woman for DCFS came in to speak to Jay. He laid James down gently and went into the hall.

"Detective Halstead, I'm Nancy from DCFS."

Jay shook her hand.

"Hi, please call me Jay. So what's going to happen to James?"

"Well, we'll try to find a home for him but until we do, he'll be in foster care."

"And you've found a foster family to take him in already?"

"No sir, it'll take a couple days. He'll stay in a group home until foster placement."

"He's a baby!" Jay exclaimed.

Piercing screaming and crying came from James' room. Jay ran back as fast as he could. James was sitting in the middle of the bed, crying his eyes out. Jay scooped up the crying child and held him close to try and console him.

"It's okay buddy, just relax."

"You stay, you no go."

"I've got you, you're okay."

"You no go, you no go." He cried.

James clung to Jay and Jay looked at the lady from DCFS.

"James stays with me."

"Sir, that's not allowed. There's paperwork, house inspections, interviews-"

"I'm a Chicago detective for Hank Voight, I'm a decorated war hero and veteran. I live with my girlfriend, and we stay at my place or hers. She's got a house, six bedrooms, four bathrooms. She a hair stylist and make up artist. I've known her for four years. Her name is Olivia McKnight and she's 30 years old, hopefully she'll soon be Olivia Halstead. There's no better place for James right now. Call Hank Voight, he'll vouch for me."

"You no go, you no go." James sobbed.

"Nancy, I'm begging you, don't take him."

Jay carried a sleeping James into the house.

"Babe?" Jay called out.

"Kitchen!" She called back.

Jay rounded the corner and Olivia looked at him with shock and wide eyes.

"What's going on?"

Jay adjusted the sleeping child.

"He was hiding in a closet at a crime scene we got called to. I found him."

"And you brought him home?"

"They we're gonna drop him in a group home. Livi, he's all alone."

"And what? We're suppose to take care of him, play house?"

"I couldn't leave him, I just couldn't."

James stirred awake. He shyly looked between Jay and Olivia.

"James, this is Olivia, and this is our home. You're going to be staying here for a little while."

"Jay-"

"I stay?" James questioned.

"Yeah buddy, you stay."

James wiggled out of Jay's arms and looked around.

"Toys?"

"Uh how about some TV?"

"Football! Football!"

Jay sat James up on the couch and came back to the kitchen. Olivia was sitting at the counter drinking tequila from the bottle.

"Look, I know you're mad."

She took another swig.

"I had no choice Livi!"

"I'm not mad you brought him home. I'm mad that you didn't call or text me Jay. What gets brought into our home and what happens in our home needs to be decided by us both! You don't get to walk in with a kid and call the shots."

Jay woke up early the next morning. James had fallen asleep between Olivia and himself. He was now sound asleep at her side and she had an arm around him. Jay got dressed and left Olivia a note, that he was going to the store to get stuff for James. He didn't know what to get so he asked for help. Who knew three year olds needed so much stuff.

When Jay came back, James was in the kitchen with Olivia, both still in their pajamas. James was sitting on the counter mixing something in a bowl.

"Careful not to spill it...good job, let's pour it into the pans. Oh yeah, that's gonna be some yummy stuff."

She put him on the floor and handed him the spoon and bowl.

"Don't tell Jay I let you eat that."

"Shhh" James giggled.

Olivia put the cakes into the oven and pulled out the baked cookies. James held out his spoon to her.

"You some?"

Olivia smiled.

"Sure."

She sat on the floor next to James and he fed her some of the left over cake batter.

"Is yummy?" He asked.

"Very, you did a good job."

James caught sight of Jay and he excitedly ran to hug his legs.

"Hi Jay."

"Hi little man, what's on your face, cake batter?"

James looked at Olivia who put her finger over her mouth.

"No." James said.

"Are you sure, looks like it. I bet it's good."

"Is dee-wish-us."

Jay laughed and Olivia shrugged in defeat.