As the last minute passed, signaling the end of his work day, Halstead rose from his seat and grabbed his jacket draped around the back of it. Most of his team was gone for the day. Voight allowed everyone to leave early after the culprit behind their hit and run was identified. Hank was in his office and on the phone for most of the work day, but when he wasn't getting quick enough results, he dismissed everyone, grabbed Al and headed out. Currently, Voight and Olinsky were out trying to get an extradition to pick the man up from New York in order to bring him back to Illinois.

Even though Voight sent everyone home, Halstead, Ruzek and Burgess decided to stay. There was paperwork that needed to be done, and they all offered to stay their whole shift in order to do it. Now that it reached five, and the paperwork was finished, Halstead was ready to go home to his empty house. During work, Ruzek and Burgess would casually glance at one another, both wanting to ask about dinner, but at the same time, both fearing his reaction. From the way Halstead and Voight came into work today, they knew it didn't go over well.

"Jay," Kim decided to swallow her fear and ask, "How did dinner go?"

Halstead sighs in response, "Erin was a completely different person." He tosses his jacket onto Antonio's desk, and leaned against the corner of it, "Landon kept flirting with her and-"

"Wait, your wife's ex-boyfriend was there?" Ruzek confusedly interrupted, and with the nod of Halstead's head he answers Adam's question, "So, your wife's ex-boyfriend flirts with her in front of you and you did nothing?"

"When I said something, we got into an argument."

"We?" Burgess pressed on for clarity.

"Me and Erin…I just don't know what to do."

Kimberly pulled her best friend's husband into her arms for a hug. She held him tightly as her mind thought of some way to ease his pain, and once she started thinking, she immediately pulled away with a thought, "I have an idea."

"Prepare yourself," Adam whispered, earning a glare from his wife.

"No, I'm serious," she clasps her hands together happily; "you need to do things that you know she likes. It'll connect you with her. You know like when you used to hug her tightly and tickle her to cheer her up," Burgess finished with a laugh, "Even if she doesn't remember it, she likes it. It should jog something."

Jay shrugged, disappointedly, "I won't even have the chance. After dinner last night, she chose to stay with her mother for a few days."

Jay broke eye contact and glanced around the office. He chose to look at everything but his sympathetic coworkers. They knew how hard this was for him. Kim set the stack of folders down on Ruzek's desk before crossing over to Olinsky's desk, "Why?"

"I don't know Burgess!" Halstead unintentionally snapped, "She won't talk to me! She's not answering my calls or responding to my texts! I don't know what to do and now that she's staying with Bunny and Landon, I think I might lose her."

"Wait," this catches Adam's attention, "She's staying with her mother and ex-boyfriend."

Jay nods, "Yes, Landon is staying with Bunny until he can get back on his feet."

"That's not good," Ruzek shares a look with his wife.

"I know," Jay glances down solemnly.

Ruzek took a careful look at his best friend, "No, that's not good for different reasons than you think."

"What?"

"I ran a background check," Ruzek opens his desk drawer, and pulls out a file, "and while I knew he was going to have a list of priors, he has some recent charges too that are now closed. His criminal life isn't behind him, and Erin's impressionable right now. She can barely remember crap and he's going to take advantage of that."

"When did you do this?" Halstead rushed over and snatched the file off of Ruzek's desk.

"I did it the day in the hospital when Landon came to visit. He seemed sketchy to me. I got Mouse to do a rush job on it. I would have said something sooner, but I didn't think it mattered because she wasn't in his company. She was staying with you, but now that she's practically living with him, he could possibly cause her to revert back to her old ways…and Erin's come too far to have that happen."

The club music is blasting to levels of volume that would surely damage her ears. She sees a long line of clubbers wrapping around the block. Landon worked at this club, and she promised she would visit him at work. While it was a struggle taking the Chicago train down to his work, she eventually pulled through and accomplished the task. Erin eyed the long line, and saw Landon checking ids and allowing certain people to enter, whether they had ids or not.

Lindsay was prepared to walk to the back of the line, but he spots her. He hands the id checker flashlight over to another club bouncer as he races over to catch up with her. Erin feels her cell phone ringing against her pocket, but she ignores it. She knows it has to be Jay…he had been calling her all last night and throughout the day. When the call stopped, she sighed in relief as Landon approached her, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I was going to go get in line," she pointed towards the back of it.

"I just got off of work," he takes a hold of her hand and pulls her in the direction of the entrance, "and as a perk of working here, I don't have to wait in line, and therefore neither do you." He gives his friend a nod of the head as they walk into the loud club.

Landon reserved a table in the back of the club, and positioned in the center of it was a bottle of wine. He allowed her to slide into the booth and he sat in beside her, "Just give me a second," Landon pulls out a mysterious bag and dangles it in front of her face, "Look at what I have." He preps the white powder as she opens the bottle of wine and pours them both a glass, "Okay, since you just woke up from a coma, I'll give you the bigger pile." He pushes it towards her.

"No thank you," she pushes it back towards him, "I'll stick to the glass of wine." She takes a sip.

"Are you sure?" His eyes widen at the surprise of her refusal.

She nods, "I'm positive. And actually, you shouldn't be doing it either."

Erin watches him as he inhales both stacks of the white powder. For some reason, none of that interested her. As a young girl, she used to feel a pull towards it, and it was one of the ways they bonded together, but now…it just seemed bad and all she thought about was the possible consequences of it. Lindsay watched as he brushed leftover powder off of his upper lip before she decided to start talking, "Okay, since we're apparently not together anymore," she flashes him the tattoo of Jay's name, "When and why did we break up?"

"We were on and off for about two years," he lifted his glass and took a chug of the wine, "that was until you ditched me for Charlie.

"Was Charlie a boyfriend of mine?" Her curiosity was sparked because she had heard that name from Annie at dinner last night.

"No," Landon shakes his head as he refills his glass, "Charlie was Annie's boyfriend. They have a kid together. He just looked after you on the streets and you respected him for that. You were loyal to him."

"Why did we break up?" She repeated her earlier question.

Landon swallowed the remaining drops of wine, before slamming the glass down upon the table, "We broke up because you moved in with Voight, and you started to change. I didn't like who you became. You started acting differently and you withdrew yourself from me."

Lindsay sat back against the cushion. Her eyes lowered guiltily. Her hands fumbled together on her lap, "I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay," he sets his arm around the back of her seat; "I'm a big boy. I eventually got over it." Erin turned to face him, and the moment she did, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "You are so beautiful…and we were so in love."

"We were so young," she added, remaining in his arms, "we didn't know what love was at the time."

Landon shook his head and corrected her, "We were different. Voight got in between us."

"If I loved you, why did I marry someone else?"

"You had no choice." He asserted, turning his head to face her. The two faces remaining inches apart, "Voight kept you away from all of us after he took you in." His voice was strong and she heard it over the loud music, "I don't want to talk about him," Lindsay saw a flash of anger in his eyes, "I haven't seen you in years," the angered flash was gone, "we have a lot of catching up to do." Erin smiles at his words. The conversation was growing a bit tense and she appreciated him changing it.

"Okay," she sits up and turns her body to face him, "what has been happening since I've been gone?"

"I'm moving out of your mother's apartment soon. I've been saving my money and I can afford my own place."

While Erin tried to listen to him catching her up on his current life, she couldn't focus. She had zoned out. She had another question and it was going to bother her if she didn't ask it. This was a time for her to get answers, whether she liked them or not. She needed to know, and she didn't want any avoidance.

"Sorry to change the subject," she cut him off, "but if we were so in love, how come you didn't see me when I turned 18? Voight couldn't have controlled me the entire time."

Landon shrugs, "I guess…I don't know. You were going into the police academy soon and I figured you wanted nothing to do with me."

"Why would you think that?" She felt truly bad. She never wanted for anyone to feel like that because of her.

"Voight told me to stay away from you and he threatened me if I didn't."

"I'm so sorry! Did I know he did that?"

"You knew he told me to stay away, but you didn't know he threatened me," he nods.

"Oh Landon, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," his hand presses against her cheek, "we may have lost a few years, but we have the future to look forward to." Within a split second, he leans in and brushes his lips across hers. And while he half expected her to pull away, as the time passed, she didn't.