Jay lifted Erin's overnight duffle bag before leading his wife out of her hospital room. Voight and Burgess surrounded Lindsay closely as the four walked towards the indoor parking garage. Halstead remained near his wife, and at every turn and step, he watched her closely. After the accident, he vowed to himself that he would never let her get hurt again. If it meant watching his and her surroundings much more carefully, then he had to do what must be done.

"Watch your step," Jay reached out for her hand in order to help her step off the last stair.

She pulled away from him, "I'm not a child."

"I know," Halstead nodded, shoving his hands into his pocket, "I just wanted to make sure that you're safe."

"If this is how me living with you is going to be, I'd rather go live with my mom."

"No," he shook his head, and pulled out his keys, "I'll stop…at least I'll try to. You were in a coma for two months. You got to work with me here Er. I promise to try and not hover."

Lindsay approached her husband, and stared into his desperate eyes. She could tell that he wanted her to leave with him. He wanted her home. He wanted his wife back, and while Erin wished she could get her memories back, she knew it wasn't realistic. She had to spend her future with a stranger. The young married woman set her hand upon her husband's shoulders, "You're going to try. I'm willing to accept that."

Voight grinned as he watched the couple continue on. The sergeant made sure to keep a careful distance. He didn't want to overwhelm Erin, especially since her last memory of him was of him locking her up. Lindsay currently believed that she and Voight weren't on good terms, while his visits and stories of her life proved differently.

Hank pulled out his keys, "I'm parked over there."

"Are you going to our house?" Jay stopped briefly, forcing Erin to halt as well. She didn't know where he parked and what their car looked like. She was just a woman standing in a parking lot surrounded by cars that could have all belonged to her.

"I'm heading to the station. I want to follow up on a lead into the hit and run driver." At the saddened look on Erin's face, Hank stepped towards her, "Kid, if you knew me, you wouldn't be surprised. I'm not one to rest when someone hurts my family. And I know you don't remember," He placed his hands upon her shoulders, "but we're family. A coward hit Jay's car, saw what he did to you and Halstead, and ran. For the first month of your coma, I couldn't focus. It's month two since the accident, and I'm behind. I need to follow up on as many leads as I can before he gets away." The young woman gave him a silent nod of her head, "I want to hug you. Mind if I hug you Erin?"

Lindsay took a glimpse towards Burgess. Her 'best friend' as she was told, nodded her head encouragingly. She took a peek towards her husband, and he gave her an equal reassuring nod of his head. While she didn't know them, every part of her trusted them for some reason. Erin faced Voight and gave him a smile, "Sure." As his arms wrapped around her, her arms lay limp against her sides, "Do we do this on the regular?"

"Only when it's needed," his raspy voice said in her ear, "I'll call you."

She nodded as the hug ended.

"Take care of her."

"Of course."

Voight took one last glimpse at Lindsay before heading into the direction of his car. Burgess turned to face her friends, as her hand rumbled around inside of her purse, "I'm going to head to your house. I parked on the other side, and I'll meet you guys there." Kim watched her friend shift uncomfortably, "Well, only if you want me to Erin. I won't come if you're not comfortable just yet."

"No," Erin shook her head, "I want you to come."

Burgess smiled in relief, "Good. I'll be there." She reached out her hand, and when Lindsay stepped away unknowingly, Kim pulled her hand back, "I'll just see you guys at the house."

Erin watched as her friend took off in the direction of her car. Every part of Erin felt bad. She could see the hurt clearly plastered along her friend's face. Kim just wanted her best friend back, and while Lindsay knew that, it was hard. According to her memories, they weren't friends. She didn't even know her.

"Earth to Erin," Halstead waved his hand in front of her face, "We're right here," He held the keys out, and with a small smile, he placed them into the center of her hand.

"Why are you giving me these?" She held the keys back out.

"Don't you want to drive?" He took a hold of the keychain when her head shook.

"I won't know where to go," She answered confusedly, as he unlocked the doors, "I won't know where I'm driving to, and I feel much more comfortable having you drive."

"I can tell you where to go." He tried once again, but she wasn't having it. Instead of responding, he watched as his wife silently hopped into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Jay watched her from outside of the car. He saw the panicked look on her face as she buckled herself safely into the seat. As he opened the driver's side door, he already knew the ride was going to feel weird. Erin always argued with him over driving. It was odd for her to just push for him to drive. Her actions just further proved to him that his wife was gone.

"Want to listen to some music?" He started the car, and sighed to himself when she shook her head no, "Want to talk?"

"I actually want to just look at the scenery." She shifted her body in order to stare out of the side window, "We have all the time to talk," she added when she noticed the pout stretch along his face, "Who knows? Maybe seeing the view will bring some type of memory back."

During the ten minute car ride, they both said nothing. The first time that Erin looked straight out of the windshield window was when Halstead parked the car. They were finally home…together. Burgess was already here, and she was sitting in her parked car, waiting for them to show up. Lindsay stepped out of the car, and looked forward at the condo, "We live here?"

"Yes," Jay nodded. He pulled out his keys and led her up the front stairs. Halstead inserted the key into the bottom lock, "When we get inside, I'll give you a tour of the house." He unlocked the bottom lock, before placing the second key into the top lock, "Erin Hal…I mean Lindsay, I would like to welcome you home." He pushed open the door, and allowed for his wife to step inside of their darkened house first.

Before he could enter after Burgess, their home was illuminated by light, and their mutual friends jumped out while yelling a loud and happy 'welcome back.' Out of shock and worry, Jay's eyes immediately fell upon his wife. He saw her shoulders raise and stiffen out of fright, and she turned towards the closed door to the right.

"You look good Erin," Ruzek spoke up, raising his glass of champagne into the air, "Glad you're home, and I personally cannot wait for you to return to work."

Atwater nudged Ruzek's stomach before stepping forward, "We're sorry about your memory. I'm sure Voight isn't expecting you to return any time soon, so take your time and get better. I'm sure me and Burgess can handle Ruzek and Halstead until you return."

"Erin," Annie stepped forward.

His overwhelmed wife opened the first closed door she spotted, stepped inside, and closed it behind her. As a result, everyone quieted down from her shocking reaction. Jay shared a quiet look with Burgess and she understood everything the look said, without having to verbally say anything.

"Everyone, let's go out into the backyard." She directed the crowd of friends.

Jay heard the backdoor open, and a few seconds later it closed. The house was silent because everyone that brought noise was currently outside. Halstead approached the door, and wiggled the doorknob, "Erin, you're in the closet."

"I don't care," her voice stumbled as it cracked.

Halstead wiggled the locked door again, "Can you open the door?"

The darkness of the closet swallowed her whole, "No." After pushing the coats and jackets to the side, she took a seat at the corner of the closet, "I want everyone gone Jay. Why would you do that? It was already hard enough to come home to a strange apartment with a stranger…and now you throw in a dozen strangers! Get them out of here." He could hear the deep and panicky breaths she was struggling to take from the other side of the door.

The sound of her frightened voice and her shaky breathing fueled him. He backed away from the closet and made his way towards the backdoor. Everyone was outside worriedly talking amongst themselves about his wife.

"I need everyone to leave."

Ruzek stepped forward, "Man, I didn't think she would react that way."

"You didn't think at all," Burgess snapped, turning to face her husband, "You should have at least consulted with me or Jay to make sure that she was in the right state of mind for this!"

"I already told you I was sorry."

"How is she?" Kim stepped forward, ignoring her husband's apology.

"She's locked in the closet. She won't come out until everyone's gone."

Burgess pats her friend's shoulder, "I'll get everyone out, and you keep me updated."

Jay smiled appreciatively at his wife's best friend. Since joining the force, Burgess and Lindsay had always been close, since both were the only two females under Voight. The longer they worked together, the closer they had grown. They were both each other's maid of honors in their weddings, and any special events, sad occasions or happy moments; they always stood by each other's side.

"Before I leave," Annie stepped forward, "I just want you to tell Erin that I'm still here. I know she's lost her memory, but she should still remember me. And it may be comforting for her to have someone in her life right now that was in her life back then."

"Thanks Annie," Jay whispered, "I'll keep that in mind."

She waves and nods as she made her way through the crowd. She had a teenager to get home to.

Halstead left Burgess in the backyard out of trust that she was going to be able to get everyone to leave as quickly and quietly as possible. Jay entered his home, and noticed the closet door still closed. He could hear quiet grunts echoing from inside the closet as he approached, "Erin, everyone's leaving. You can come on out."

"I'm really trying here Jay," Erin murmured, crawling to the closed door. She pressed her hand against the wooden doorway, and allowed for it to remain close, "I just…I just have to take one step at a time. This is already a big deal that I chose to come home with you, and not my mother! That's something! Don't push me to remember! Don't push me at all!"

"I didn't know. Adam planned the whole thing."

"Adam," she repeated, scrunching her brows, "Who the hell is Adam?"

"That's Ruzek. It's Kim's husband. He's a goofball. We all work together, and you two always have witty spats. He did it out of love. He did it because he cares about you, and you're his friend. He didn't mean any harm by it."

Erin nodded her head, even though Jay couldn't see her. She took a glance around the dark closet and couldn't make anything out. She wanted to give the people enough time to leave. Even though she couldn't remember them, they were close to her at one point, and she didn't want them to see her like this. Lindsay rose to her feet, "I saw Annie. Even though she's much older, I would recognize her anywhere."

"She wants to see you," Jay responded, jiggling the handle of the knob. The closet was still locked. "Not today, of course, but one day. You have her number in your phone…you can call her up and visit, and you'll be able to see Travis too."

"Travis, who's he?"

Halstead had completely forgotten. Annie didn't get pregnant until she was fifteen. From Erin's last memory, Travis didn't exist yet.

"He's Annie's kid…well; he's not really a kid anymore. He's almost legal," Jay smirks, thinking of the goofball that is Annie's son, "he's cool, and you love him to death."

Jay took in the silence of the house. He didn't hear any more cars starting up and pulling away. He didn't hear any talking or laughing. Erin and Jay were truly alone. He knocked gently on the door, "Er, everyone's gone. You can come on out."

"How many rooms do we have in this house?"

"Two," he answered confusedly.

Jay heard the closet unlock, and before it opened, she asked another question, "which one am I sleeping in?" Halstead reached out his hand and slowly opened the door. His eyes fell and met her calm orbs, "You can sleep in whichever room you like." His hand extended towards her, "Now, how about that tour?"

"Only if you promise no more surprises…"

"No more surprises," he smiled as she nervously placed her hand within his.