Erin feels the cold metal press against her chest, and listening to Dr. Rhode's orders, she breathes in deeply and releases the breath seconds later. She does it once more as he adjusts the metal medical instrument, "Your breathing is fine." He takes a small light out of his pocket, and flashes the beam into her orbs, "Follow the light." She does as she's told and allows her eyes to follow the bright light around, "Good job," Connor smiles, turning the light off, "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine," Erin smiles assuredly, "I still don't remember anything though."

Dr. Rhodes backs away from her, and takes a seat at the computer. He pulls up her medical file and begins typing his observations into her account, "From the tests I ran on you today, you get the thumbs up to drive."

She smiles even wider, "That's great."

"As for your memories," he turns in his seat to face her, "there isn't anything medically wrong that I can see which is preventing you from remembering anything. Are you sure you aren't blocking them…maybe you're subconsciously doing it because you're afraid of the different life you are now leading? You're used to Erin Lindsay's lifestyle. You're probably nervous about the life Erin Halstead was living."

"I want to remember, but at the same time, I don't want to be forced into remembering. I want them to come on their own. I just…I just want all of this to go away." Erin raises to her feet, "Thank you doctor. I appreciate this."

"You're talking as if this is the last time we'll see each other. You still need to continue your checkups with me…if anything changes, anything at all, don't hesitate to make an appointment."

She wants to avoid this entire conversation…even with her own doctor. Erin wasn't up for it…not today. She reaches for her purse, "I need to go. I'm going to surprise my husband at work and then I have to go to an engagement party tomorrow night that I need to prepare for."

Connor beats her to the door, "You're very busy."

"Life doesn't just stop because I was in a coma and I don't remember anything. It still goes on."

He opens the door for her, "Just…don't forget to relax. You may be healthy, but I would like to keep it that way. I don't want you to overexert yourself. And, maybe taking things a little slow might spark a few memories. If you're constantly all over the place, your brain is trying to keep up. You're not giving it a chance to remember."

Erin nods at his words, pats him on the shoulder and waves to her doctor as she departs the room. She gathers herself in the hall, adjusts the strap of her purse on her shoulder and begins walking down the corridor.

"There's my favorite sister-in-law." Lindsay hears the familiar voice of Dr. Will Halstead as he approaches her, "How are you?" He gives her the signature Halstead smile.

"…as good as expected I guess," she shrugs.

Lindsay attempts to continue walking in peace; however her brother-in-law walked alongside her. He stuck close as she headed towards the exit, "How's living with Bunny?"

"Will…"

"Sorry," he bows his head, and waves off his question, "forget I asked."

Erin smirked, "Did you want to ask me something?"

"Jay, my brother, your husband-"

"Yeah I know."

"Well, he's been a total wreck without you Er." Will sets his hand upon his sister-in-law's shoulder, "He's my brother and he's worried about you, especially when it comes to your relationship with both Bunny and Landon. You're family…and you've been staying with them for the past three days, and now I'm starting to worry."

"I appreciate your concern for me and your brother, but you don't need to worry."

"I don't?"

She shakes her head, "No. I'm a big girl. I make my own decisions. And you and Jay don't understand what I'm going through right now," she takes a deep breath, "I need them."

"You don't though. You have me, Voight and Jay."

"But you're not family," her voice interrupts his plea. The signature Halstead grin dropped from his lips and a frown took its place, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant…they can give me that sense of escape. I feel free with them. I don't feel forced. I don't feel burdened. I'm just…me. I'm Erin Lindsay."

Will takes a hold of her lower arm, and pulls her to the side as a gurney was quickly wheeled passed them. He lowers his head to be eye leveled with her, "Where are you headed? I'm going on lunch break…and I know you caught public transportation here. How about I give you a ride? It's the least I can do."

Her eyes widen, "So you can lecture me on my marriage with your brother? No thank you." She walks pass him.

"What if I promise that I'll let you lead the conversation?

She comes to a stop, "You have to pinky promise."

"Deal," he holds up his pinky.

Erin chuckles and holds hers up as well. The two pinkies wrapped around one another in an understood agreement, "I'm going to the police station."

"Can I ask why?" his brows rise as he leads her in the direction of the exit, "Or is that breaking our pinky promise?"

"I want to surprise your brother. I was thinking that I'll pop in for a few minutes. Catch up with him a bit and then get a ride back to his place-"

"It's your place too."

"Let's just go."

Will leads the way out of the hospital and to the parking garage. He unlocks his car door from a distance, and she approaches it first. Erin hops in to the passenger seat and before she does anything else, she buckles her seat belt, "Don't forget to buckle in."

"The police station is just two blocks away." He starts the car.

She places her hand on the gear before he can touch it, "Anything can happen. Jay and I were parked when we were hit."

"You remember that?"

She's quiet. She doesn't respond. Lindsay turns forward and silently stares out of the window. As Will waits for a response, he buckles himself in, "Was that breaking our promise?"

"No," she sighs, and adjusts her purse on top of her lap, "and yes, I just remember getting hit. Nothing more, nothing less…don't tell Jay."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to get his hopes up."

Will pulls his car out of his assigned parking spot, "It wouldn't. It'll just give him hope. He'll know that his efforts in trying aren't for nothing. I won't tell him, but you should consider it."

"If I remember something else, I'll tell him," she turns her body to face him, "Do we have ourselves a deal?"

The young doctor chuckles as he extends his pinky, "We have a deal." She wraps her pinky around his, "Is this our new thing now?"

Erin laughs at his curious question, "Maybe."

Dr. Halstead pulled into the lunch traffic rush of Chicago. He usually grabbed something to eat in the hospital or at one of the food trucks near the hospital, but today was different. He was giving Lindsay a lift and he didn't mind emerging himself in the mess that downtown traffic was if it meant talking to her, "So," he quickly glanced at her as she started to speak, "how are you and Natalie?"

"How do you know about Natalie?"

Erin witnesses the blush creep upon his cheeks, "She visited me a lot when I was in the hospital. I saw you two talking to each other. I may not have my memory to depend on, but I'm not blind. I see the way you two look at each other."

"It's complicated," the doctor flashes his signature Halstead grin. It was the grin that fluttered her heart. It was a smile that Will and his brother possessed that no one could mimic.

"Well, un-complicate it."

"We broke up yesterday."

"Why," she turns to face him.

Halstead shrugs, "She's ready to settle down…for Owen's sake."

"Owen?"

"…her five year old son."

While keeping his eyes on the road, Will reaches into his scrubs pocket and pulls out his wallet. He tosses the wallet onto her lap, "Open it up." She does as instructed, and the picture inside was a grinning little boy, missing a front tooth. Erin smiles widely, "He's adorable. He looks just like Natalie. He is just the cutest!"

"Yeah," Will agrees, glancing at the picture from his seat, "he sure is."

"You look like you really care about him."

"I do." As he pulls in front of the precinct, he sighs, "I just don't know if I'm ready for that type of commitment. We've been dating for three years, but-" he sighs, and nods towards a waving Platt, "I don't know."

She opens the door, "You should figure it out before it's too late. See you Will."

"Bye Erin." She shuts the door.

Platt is waiting for her at the sidewalk. She had just gotten back from picking up her lunch. It was completely coincidental that the two would run into each other. Platt throws her free hand over Lindsay's shoulder, "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to surprise Jay."

"That's a great idea!" Platt agrees, holding the door open for Erin to walk through. The two law enforcement officers enter the lobby of the precinct, "I'll just key you up. I'm sure Halstead will appreciate this. It's always so great to see you."

"Thanks, that really means a lot."

"Anytime," Platt sat her lunch down, "Let's buzz you in."

She hears the buzz of the door, signaling it is unlocked. As she slides through, she grabs a hold of the railing and begins to slowly walk up the stairs. She hears the talking of her colleagues as they discuss a case. The facts of the case sounded somewhat familiar. The passion in the voices of her co-workers made the case seem personal. She continued walking up the stairs and heard Olinsky speak, "Mouse was able to locate him in New York. Voight is out trying to get a warrant out for his arrest and then extradition papers so we can go pick him up."

"Hey guys," her voice startles all of them. Ruzek and Atwater rush over to stand in front of their suspect's photo taped to the board. Mouse shuts his laptop. Olinsky excuses himself to make a phone call to Voight and Jay approaches her, with the biggest grin he could form upon his face, "Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing here?"

"I…I uh," her brows furrow as she suspiciously watch Ruzek and Atwater. They attempt to cover the board to the best of their ability, but she's not falling for it. She starts to approach them, "I just got checked out by Dr. Rhodes. He cleared me. I'm healthy…and I can drive now."

Erin pushes the two large detectives to the side in order to observe the face of the man taped to the white board. He didn't look familiar. Her eyes skimmed the words written by his photo. He was a wanted man, and he was wanted for a hit and run accident that seemed to occur around the same time as hers. She looks back at the photo, "Did he-"

Before she could finish her question, Jay answers, "Yeah."

Lindsay bumps into Atwater accidentally as she hastily rushes into the break room. She slams the door behind her, and goes to lean against the counter. Her hands cover her face as she hears the door slowly open and gently close back.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Do I look alright?" she turns to face him briefly. Her eyes wide and filled with anxiety and confusion, "It's weird putting a face to him. He just…he just left us there! He left me there to die! How can I be alright about that? He almost killed us and then he fled to New York!" Jay gradually approached her. He didn't want to scare her off. Erin turned back to face the counter, "Maybe if he didn't leave and got us help immediately I would still have my memory! If he was paying attention, none of this would be happening!"

Jay softly rests his hand upon her shoulder. Since she woke up, he hadn't seen Erin so uneasy. Because she didn't remember him, he didn't know what level of comfort she would allow him to do. Jay's arm slides around her shoulders, and he pulls her closer, "Just breathe. Okay. It may seem like a lot right now, but it's not. It'll be okay. We'll get that warrant. Voight and Al will go get him and then we'll bring him back here and book him. He'll go away. Judges don't tolerate drunk driving and they definitely do not accept someone running from the scene of a crime they caused. We just have to be patient…and you have me to lean on anytime. You just have to remain calm and breathe."

"Stay away from me!" She pushes him back, "Just stop and shut up for a second please!" She grabs her head. A headache is arising.

"I'm trying to help you," Jay holds his hands in the air, helplessly, "but I'm not your punching bag. We don't talk like that to each other."

"Can you give me a ride to your house?" She wipes at her eyes.

Jay sighs glumly, "Alright," he pulls the keys out of his pocket.

Lindsay storms pass her husband and rushes out of the breakroom. Ruzek, Dawson, Atwater, and Mouse shout goodbyes as she waves while departing down the stairs. Erin pushed through the locked gate, waved at Platt as she stormed out of the precinct. Hot on her heels was Jay. She was glad. Lindsay was ready to get out of here. She was ready to go home.

"Can we talk?" the couple hops into Halstead's car.

She buckles her seat belt, "there's nothing to talk about."

"Come on Erin," he buckles his before pulling off, "I'm trying here."

"And I appreciate that…but I'm trying too. I came here to surprise you."

Jay smirked as he stopped the car briefly at the corner stop sign, "And I was surprised. It was a really nice surprise. I know you're trying and that's all I ask, but Landon is not-"

"I don't want to talk about Landon."

"Landon has recent drug charges against him. He was pulled over a few months ago for a DUI. He's not a good guy. He was arrested a year ago for assault!"

"I don't want to talk about Landon, Jay!"

Halstead continues to drive. He's thankful for the dwindling traffic. Most people lunch breaks had just ended. Through his peripheral vision, Jay temporarily watched Erin, "I wasn't bringing him up to upset you. I just wanted to warn you. He's not the same kid you used to date. You haven't spoken to him and Bunny in years…and that was for a reason. The decision made by your old self, you should trust it. You cut him and Bunny off for a reason Erin. You may not remember, but you haven't spoken to them in years because of it!"

"I stopped talking to Landon because of Voight."

"What?" Jay is confused, and shakes his head accordingly, "I'm sure that's not the reason. You never told us why you stopped talking to Bunny and Landon, but you wrote them off at the same time so whatever reason it was, it had to do with the both of them."

"Landon doesn't know why I stopped speaking with my mother."

"He does," Jay assertively says, "He's just not telling you because he knows that you'll stop speaking to him again. Landon doesn't want you to remember Er."

Erin felt relieved as Halstead pulled into an empty parking spot. She doesn't wait for him. Lindsay hops out of the car, and races up to the front door. From her last visit, she made sure to take her set of keys to the house. Erin dug into her purse, pulled the house keys out and unlocked the door. Once she stepped inside, she went upstairs, and immediately began to pack.

"Lindsay, I'm sorry! You don't have to leave." Jay is leaning against the door to their master bedroom as she throws clothes into a suitcase, "I'll always look out for you. It didn't take us getting married for me to have your back. I just want to make sure you're safe. I don't trust Landon and Bunny. They did something that you refused to forgive them for and they're using your lack of memory to worm their way back into your heart."

"I'm staying with my mom and Landon," he opens his mouth to rebut, but she raises her hand in order to continue, "I'm staying with them until Annie's wedding. I'll return after the ceremony. You have my word."

"You promise?"

She zips up her suitcase, "I promise." A horn honks outside of the house. She immediately knows that it's her mother. Constant honking follows the first. Erin pulls her closed suitcase off of the bed, "That's my mother," she begins rolling it out of the room, "I invited you to come to the wedding with me as friends. The offer still stands. I invited Burgess and Ruzek too." Halstead takes her suitcase from her and begins carrying it to the door. He didn't want to see Bunny. He would have taken it outside, but if he saw Erin's mother, there was no telling what he would say or do.

Lindsay takes a hold of the handle of her suitcase, "I'm sorry for how I acted," she gives him a dimpled smile, "Even though we were only in each other's presence for a brief time today, I'm still glad that I saw you…and sorry again for being complicated."

"Can I have a hug?"

It takes a few seconds to answer. And when she answers, she answers with a nod of the head. Jay opens his arms and she steps into them. The two fit together like a puzzle piece. Her arms wrap around him and his does the same around her. Jay breathes in her scent. He didn't know when he was going to be able to hug her again, and because of that, he was going to cherish every second of the hug.