At the engagement dinner two nights ago, Erin had been asked out on a date by her husband. After idle chitchat among the party guests, and toasts given by Clark's parents, Erin walked with Jay to his car in order to go over a few minor details. Her car was going to be out of the shop by the time of their date, and because of that, and her excitement for it, Erin wanted to drive it to the house and meet Jay there for their date. She had no idea what her car looked like, but all week she had been excited to see it.

Now, as she drives to Jay's…their house, she realizes driving is much like riding a bike. No matter how long you go without doing it, you never really forget how to do it. As many times she has spent riding with her mother back and forth from her apartment to their house, she memorized the route. She was slowly on her way to becoming independent again. She didn't need everyone as much. Erin was starting to be able to function on her own.

As she parks her car, it proved to be a bit more difficult than she once assumed. She had managed of course, but it had taken longer than she expected. Lindsay turned off her car, unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out. She fumbled with her keys a bit, trying to lock her doors from a distance, and once she heard the click of the locks, she began walking towards her house. Her dress was far from being like the dress she wore at the engagement dinner. It remained sexy, but it wasn't as tight and as low-cut as the black one. It was a dark, shade of green, much like forest green. For some reason, this color stuck out to her when she and Annie went shopping for a dress. It called to her. And by choosing it, it became a decision Erin Lindsay had made on her own, without the influence of anyone else.

Lindsay walked up the few steps to approach the front door of her home. She had her keys. Even though she normally didn't, she could come and go as much as she wanted. While she never took Jay up on his offer to visit daily in order to get away…or take a break from her overbearing mother, she did appreciate having it as an option. The keys fumble in her hands, and seconds following she pulls out the key to the bottom lock. After unlocking the knob, and twisting it, she realized the top lock was locked as well. She began searching through her keys for the one that opened the top lock.

Erin was early. She was actually excited for this date. She couldn't wait another hour to come. She was eager to drive, and she was just as eager to spend the day with Jay. She wanted to figure out what Erin Lindsay saw in him. She wanted to see what made Erin Lindsay agree to become Erin Halstead. And this day, she was looking forward to finding out.

The young detective pushed open the front door quietly. She closed it just as silently. Her hands locked each latch as she heard talking from two familiar voices. She placed the first one. It was coming from Jay. The second one took her a bit longer, but soon enough, she managed to link it to Voight's gruff tone. Jay was upstairs getting ready while Voight was downstairs. The two were having a loud conversation. It wasn't loud as in arguing, it was only loud so they could hear each other a floor distance apart. Erin hears Voight talking, and assumes Jay is quiet upstairs due to listening to what her foster father had to say.

She walked into the dining room area adjourned to the kitchen. Voight was sitting at the dining room table. He's reading a newspaper while informing Halstead about the extradition. Apparently, he and Olinsky had driven to New York, and picked the culprit up from the city jail. It was a stress free and simple extradition. Now, he's in Chicago, sitting in a jail cell, awaiting trial. Since he ran from the scene of a crime, the prosecution and the judge did not offer him bail.

Erin is debating over what to do. She feels like she just walked in on a private conversation. It was her house, but she felt as if she was intruding. Hank sensed a presence. He lowered his newspaper, and gave her a wide grin. He rose from his seat, "Hey Erin," he slowly approaches her with his arms wide open. She didn't return the gesture. Lindsay wanted to avoid him at all costs. The memories she had of him weren't pleasant. He and Olinsky had arrested her at one point. He kept trying to come between her and Bunny. He constantly lectured. He would pop in on her at school and at home. Her recollection of Hank Voight didn't match the stories she was told by Annie, Jay and Voight himself.

"You don't need to be afraid of me," Voight goes back to take a seat.

Erin sits at the other end of the table, "I'm not afraid of you. I just don't trust you."

"Why not?"

"…because you're a cop."

"You are too."

Lindsay can honestly say that she continually forgets that she's a cop. She doesn't remember her badge that Halstead carries around with him. She can't even picture herself as a cop, especially considering the lifestyle she had.

"Will said you remembered your accident."

She sighs, "I'm going to kill him."

"Hopefully, with time, you'll remember me too."

This is the calmest she remembers ever seeing Voight, besides the times she saw him after her waking up from her coma. This Voight and the Voight she remembered as a child seemed different. He wasn't as scary. Lindsay brushes a strand of curled hair behind her ear, "I hope so."

"The last thing you remember happened about a month before our relationship changed for the better. You're slowly on your way. I have faith in that…I just wish Camille was here. I'm sure she could have jogged your memory."

"I doubt that."

"You and my wife were close," Hank begins to explain, "maybe not in the beginning, but she eventually came around. She was like the mother you always wanted."

"I have a mother."

"You have the person who gave birth to you. That's all she is. It takes more than that to be a mother. Trust me…your old self would agree."

Erin rises from the chair, "My old self is gone."

"I don't want to argue with you," Hank gets up, and sadly looks at Lindsay cower away from him, "I should get going," he wants to approach her, but she actually looks a bit intimidated by him, "Here," he reaches into his leather jacket, "I don't expect you to have remembered my number, so, here's my card," Voight inches himself towards her, holding out the card for her to take, "Do not, and I mean it, do not ever hesitate to call me if you need me."

Erin looks out to his extended hand. She sees the card, and she sees it poking out towards her. As her hand reaches to take it, her mind begins working in overdrive. It's kicking back and forth between the past and present. She sees a less wrinkled hand extending his card towards her, and then it fades back into present time, with a much older Voight extending his card in her direction. She pictures a much younger version of herself slowly, nervously taking the card from his hold as her older self does just that. The story was true. She remembers Voight giving her his card. And once the small card is fully in her hand, floods of memories begin invading her thoughts. She remembers Voight and Olinsky helping her. She sees her younger self moving in officially with Voight, Camille and Justin. She pictures Voight comforting her when she cries. She sees Camille giving her pep talks in her own, new bedroom. She sees herself playing around with Justin. She lived with them. She stayed with them. And she celebrated holidays and birthdays with them. Her younger self saw them as family. And the moment the last flashback played through her mind, she rushes up to a departing Voight and throws her arms around him.

To say he was surprised would be the biggest understatement of the decade. He was surprised, but he welcomed it. Hank opened his arms and brings her into his hold.

"Not that I mind, but what's this for?" He chuckles, as she refuses to pull away from the hug.

Her arms remain wrapped around him, "I don't need your card."

"Why not?"

"I remember your number."

Hank didn't want to jump to conclusions. He didn't want for his eagerness and excitement to play tricks in his mind and cause for him to make inferences that shouldn't be made. Voight eases her out of the hug, but his hands remain on her arms, "What do you mean?"

"I remember your number. I remember you. I remember Camille and Justin. I remember a lot."

"How much?" he's growing overwhelmed at the possibility of having Erin completely back.

"I remember Olinsky, Lexi, Meredith, Platt and Charlie! I remember Annie's pregnancy, moving in with you, the private school I went to…I remember you grounding me, me rebelling…I remember my entire childhood!"

He still didn't want to jump to conclusions. She remembered her entire childhood. Jay wasn't in her childhood. Her career, her marriage, her coworkers…a lot of circumstances in Erin's life was not in her childhood.

"What's the last thing you remember?" He needed to know exactly where her memory cut off.

She's thinking. She's thinking long and hard, before it clicks, "I remember a vacation to a cabin. It was warm. We were outside, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories."

Voight makes the connection, "It was a week after your high school graduation. It was a few months before you went into the police academy."

Erin begins to grow sad. She still remembered nothing of her husband and her life with him. Her memory was going to torture her in knowing. She still didn't remember why she, her mother and Landon stopped talking. Her mind was playing tricks on her. It was playing some evil, anticipation game. However Erin felt about it, Voight was beaming. He pulled her into another hug, "This is great news! It's a sign! Your memory is slowly coming back! You'll eventually remember everything else! You just need a little help in being reminded."

"Why is it taking so long?" She returns the hug.

"It'll come when it's the right time," Hank and Erin separate, "You should tell Halstead."

"I will," she nods in agreement, "I'll tell him after our date. I don't want our date to turn into us picking and prodding trough my memories."

"Do you remember what Landon and Bunny did?"

"No."

"That's convenient for them."

"I knew you told Landon to stay away from me, but did you threaten him?"

"Is that what he told you?" She nods, "I did. He was a bad influence. You should remember that, but when he came back into your life a little later, I knew he was up to no good."

"What did they do?"

Voight shrugs, "I wish I could tell you kid. I wish I knew. Whatever they did, you kept quiet about it. You told no one. I'm looking forward to you remembering because I know you'll remember everything eventually, but I'm just really happy that you remember me."

"I can't believe I forgot you."

"Don't worry about it," he shrugs it off.

"After everything you've done for me, I just forgot about everything."

"It wasn't your fault," he pulls his keys from his pocket, preparing himself to leave; "I have some work to do. I need to make sure your case has no holes in it. Mind if I get a hug?"

"Since when did you ever have to ask for one?" she extends her arms, and wraps them tightly around him. He was her father figure. He was the only father she's ever really known and trusted. Camille was the mother in her life. Bunny acted as more of a friend than a caretaker. And while she remembered everything about her foster parents, she still wanted to stay with Bunny and Landon. Maybe being in their company was for the best. Maybe eventually they'll say or do something that triggers her memory.

"Erin?" Jay begins walking down the stairs. His eyes take in the sight of her, "Wow, you're beautiful." He blinks out of his stunned focus and takes in the sight of them, "You're hugging Voight? What's the occasion?"

Hank pulls free, and the two share a look. She wasn't ready for Jay to find out yet. "I gave her my card and she hugged me out of appreciation." Erin wanted to thank him for staying silent. She wasn't ready for that conversation with Jay just yet. Voight goes to open the front door, "I should be going," He notices her mouth the words thank you, "I'll see you later kid." He exits.

Lindsay is overwhelmed. She's breathing deeply. Her day was already going great. The gaps in her memory were slowly filling up with accurate events. She didn't have to worry about people telling her lies in order to suit their best interests. She had her memories…well, most of them anyway.

Jay is standing in front of her. She was beautiful, and wearing forest green definitely worked in her favor. He gently hugs her, "Forest green, my favorite." Maybe it was a coincidence that this colored dress stuck out to her. She had no idea, but it worked in both of their favor.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, resting his hand against the bottom of her back, "We should go. We have a big night ahead of us." He grabbed his suit jacket, and the door knob in order to open it for her, "We're about to have our first four dates in one night."

"This should be exciting," she smiles, carefully walking down the outside stairs.

The sun was slowly setting, and the moon was even slowly taking its place. She saw her parking job, and while it wasn't the best, she didn't hit any cars. She deems that a success. Halstead rushes in front of her in order to open up her passenger side door, "You know you do not need to constantly open and close my door for me," she says this as he closes the door.

He goes around to the driver's side, and slides in, "We're starting early huh?" he laughs, "You didn't tell me that until our fifth or sixth date I believe." The couple buckles themselves in.

"Where are we going first?" She asks as he backs out of his parking space.

"…we're going to the place where we had our first date."

"And where is that?"

"…for a walk around the city park."

"Why did we go there?"

"You always felt the first date should be a chance for couples to get to know each other. If we were to do an activity, you thought it would distract us from getting to know one another."

Erin smiles, "That's actually smart."

"You're smart," he compliments.

Erin sits up straight in her seat and stares out of the window. She watches the Chicago nightlife flash by her window in a flash. Her inner thoughts are debating over whether or not she wants to bring up the crash. She remembered it. And she did promise Will that if she remembered something else, she would tell Halstead.

"Jay," turning to look at him, she sees his eyes avert in her direction before flashing back onto the road, "I remember the accident," his head immediately turns to face her as she continues, "I don't remember much. I just remember us getting hit…that is all that I remember involving us."

"You remembered something else?"

"…I remember Voight. I remember him taking me in and raising me as a member of his family. I remember my childhood."

"…but you don't remember me?"

She curses herself for bringing this up. She owed it to him to let him know, but she could have chosen the moment better.

"I'm sorry."

"No, that's okay. As long as you're slowly getting your memories back, it's okay."

Halstead parallel parked along the street. He paid the meter, and waved her over to follow him along the trail. The young detective extends his hand to his wife, "We used to jog this trail all the time."

"It sounds like we did a lot together."

"We could barely stay apart," he smiles as she places her hand in his, "We worked together. We lived together. We worked out together. We always wanted to be in each other's presence, until one of us got tired of the other," he chuckles softly.

"Did that happen often?" The two start walking along the trail.

Jay shrugs, "…as often as expected when you spend every second with someone."

"So, it was pretty frequent."

"Yeah," Jay laughs, "You usually had girl nights out with Kim, Natalie, April and Sylvie. I spent my guy nights out with Adam, Kevin, Sean and Antonio."

"I guess that's a good thing. Even married couples need their break."

"Yeah," his voice is low as they continue along the pathway, "Hey can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Did you remember anything about why you cut Bunny and Landon off?"

"…no."

He sighs, "…that's convenient."

"It's not like I can pick and choose what I remember."

"I'm not saying you can, I'm just saying maybe you don't want to remember."

She pulls her hand out of his hold, "Why would I not want to remember?"

"…because," he tucks his hands into his front pockets as they walk side by side along the cemented trail, "you want a relationship with your mother…and even Landon. You remember how your relationship with her used to be and you want this version to work out. And that's okay. However, you are scared of what she could have done to make you cut her off completely. You're afraid that if you remember, you'll want nothing to do with her."

Jay notices the shiver run up Erin's spine. He pulls his jacket off of his shoulders and places the fabric around her, "I'm just saying Er…you should be open to remember any and everything. You deserve to know what they did to you. You deserve to make a decision on who you want in your life based off the evidence presented to you."

"I don't want to talk about my mother and Landon. This is our date."

He grins, "You're right." His hand extends back out to her, and against his initial thought, she actually takes a hold of his hand, "Let's talk about something else. You lead the conversation."

"Okay," she nods, "pets…why don't we have any?"

"I'm allergic to cats and you wanted to wait to get a dog."

"Wait for what?"

"You wanted kids first."

"How many did we want?"

"Three." Jay smiles as he thinks back to their conversation pre-marriage.

"Why don't we have kids yet?"

"…because we wanted to wait. We were still enjoying each other's presence…alone."

Erin nods as she takes in the sights and their conversation. They've made a nice distance, and she could tell from the sight ahead that they were almost at where they started.

"Are you a Chicago native?"

"…born and raised."

Lindsay nods along as she takes in his answer, "Can I ask you something about me?" After the nod of his head, she continues, "How was I as a person?"

"You're the greatest person I know. You're so kind and compassionate. You're young, but wise. You give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Those are just a few of the reasons why I love you."

"Was I a great cop?"

"…the greatest."

"Was I a good wife?"

"…as good as they come."

She rolls her eyes as she notices his car up ahead, "You are such a sweet talker."

"That's actually one of the reasons why you love me so much."

Her hold around his hand gently tightened. She didn't want for it to slip away, and the brisk, cool air made it so their palms would not sweat. The two began walking off of the pathway, "I have a brother. Teddy. What happened to him?"

"He used to be around, but you two stopped talking."

"Why?"

Jay shrugs, completely unsure, "I'm not sure. You weren't mad at him or anything…at least I don't think you were. He just stopped talking to you. He started avoiding you."

"Why?"

"I just assumed it had to do with you and Voight. He was kind of jealous because Voight took you in and not him."

"It's my fault why we're not speaking?"

"No," Halstead quickly corrects as they approach his car, "It's more complicated than that. He disappeared around the time you stopped talking to Bunny and Landon."

Erin beats Jay to her car door. She wanted to open it before giving him the chance to. The young wife slid into the passenger seat, and shut the door behind her. Because Halstead didn't have to open her door, he was already seated by the time she shut her door. The couple buckled in, he started the car, and carefully pulled out into the main road.

"Are you having fun?" He was nervous that maybe she regretted accepting his date proposal.

"I'm having a good time. I'm learning about the new me. It's refreshing."

"We're heading to the location of our second date."

She notices one of his hands resting along the arm rest, and nervously, after giving it much thought, she places her hand over top of his, "And where is that?"

"…the movies."

It didn't take long to arrive at the cinema. He allowed for her to pick the film, the snacks and the seat. He didn't mind. It was usually how it always happened, unless there was a movie he really wanted to see. Erin chose the middle seats in the middle row.

"I see this part of you hasn't changed either."

She sets her drink down into the cup holder, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing really. It's just you always chose the middle row seats when we come to the movies. They're your favorite."

When the lights turned off, and the previews started, the chatter in the theater silenced. It was no longer a time of talking and getting to know one another. It was a time to get comfortable without the added pressure of making conversation. He got to observe her during the movie, and she occasionally watched him as well. The couple shared the awkward arm rest positioned between them. Their hands were intertwined as they shared the middle sized bag of buttered popcorn. The two chuckled and smiled throughout the movie, at not only the film, but at the idea of watching the movie together.

"Do you want any more popcorn?"

"No thank you," she shakes her head as she refuses to pull her eyes off of the screen, "you can have the rest."

If you were to tell Jay a week ago that this date would occur, he wouldn't believe you. He would call you crazy and move along throughout his day. As the ending of the film approached, Jay sat back in his seat and finished off the remainder of the popcorn. He was honestly more fascinated in Erin than the actual movie itself.

"You're missing the movie," she smirks while her eyes remained on the screen.

"I'm actually quite content. You're more interesting than this movie."

This pulled her eyes away from the screen. It was the first time she looked away during the movie. She heard chuckles surround her, but she didn't care to see what in the movie made everyone laugh. Lindsay slides as close to the armrest as possible, "Jay," Erin wraps her around his and leans her head upon his shoulder; "you're too kind." Her eyes direct back onto the movie.

Jay wants to peck her forehead. He wants to wrap his arms around her fully, but he didn't want to overstep any boundaries. He had just gotten her to open up and let him in without getting defensive. She didn't push him away. She didn't storm off and ignore him. He was going to let her be the initiator. As her head lay resting against his shoulder, he could hear her chuckling. The dimpled smile on her face pulled a smile onto his.

The dim lights lit up the theater as the credits flowed up the movie screen.

"That was a really great movie," Erin turned to him with the brightest smile.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She rises from her seat, "What's next?"

"…a little eager, huh?"

"I'm not excited about much. You should take that as a compliment. I'm enjoying your company."

"Well, I'm hungry," he gets up from his seat, "we're going to get some food. We're going to a little restaurant where we spent our third date and our third wedding anniversary."

"You are such a romantic."

"I do what I can to impress you."

He followed her out of the aisle, and down the stairs of the theater, "You sound like the perfect husband. Was I at least grateful for all that you do?"

"I'm not perfect." He corrects her, taking a hold of her hand, "None of us are. A marriage takes work…a lot of it, and we put in every ounce of work that we could. We both do our fair share."

A small silence fall over them as they maneuver through the crowd of moviegoers who just exited from their theater. Jay held her hand and gently and protectively pulled her through the crowd. As they walked outside, the air seemed to grow a bit chillier. She already had his jacket draped around her shoulders, and now her body pulled his in closer in order to maintain body heat. As they walked towards his car, she heard his stomach growl, "How far is the restaurant from here?"

"…not far. It's just down the street."

"We can walk?"

"It's too cold," Jay unlocked the car, "I don't want you to freeze."

"…always looking out for me." She hops inside and buckles her seat belt.

Jay was right. The restaurant was literally right down the street. It wouldn't have taken long to walk, but he didn't want to risk them getting too cold. He parked the car, and she hopped out before he could take the keys out of the ignition.

"What is this?" He laughs as she walks over and opens up his car door.

"I'm opening the door for you."

He laughs as he steps out, "you're such a gentlewoman." She chuckles and closes the door behind him, "Come on, let's head inside. We have a reservation."

"After here, where are we going?"

"Now that's a surprise," he pulls the restaurant door open for her to enter, "you'll just have to wait and see."

"I do think it's awesome how we're squeezing in many of our dates into one big one."

"You don't feel rushed?"

"…not at all. We took a nice, casual walk and saw a great movie. Now I'm about to eat at a fancy restaurant that I never thought I would ever be able to afford to eat at. This is a girl's dream."

The couple's reservation was ready. The two followed the hostess to their seat in the middle of the dining area. Jay pulled out her seat, and just as gently, pushed her in. She opened her menu as he took a seat across from her.

"What do I usually get?"

"…the chicken and I usually get the steak, but you always eat off of my plate."

"Wow, I'm greedy."

"I don't love you any less."

She raises the menu to cover her face as she blushes. She hears Jay place an order for their drinks, and he reaches across to lower her menu, "I came here to look into your eyes, not to look into the back of the menu."

"Sorry," she sets it down. She rests her hands on top of one another, "The last date I remember going on was with Landon…and it was definitely not at a place like this. He uh…he could barely afford to buy us a milkshake, so we just shared it and…I'm an idiot." She closes her eyes and sighs, "Here I am, on a date with my husband as I talk about my ex-boyfriend." Their drinks arrive, and seconds following, they place their orders.

An awkward silence falls over the table. She knows she ruined it. She ruined their date by bringing Landon up. He didn't want her to come on this date. He felt Jay was going to take advantage of her lack of memories by filling in false memories of things that never happened. Bunny thought she was going to fall into a trap of manipulation from Voight. Both Landon and Bunny felt that in her best interest, she should not risk going on a date with a man she didn't know.

"Can we rewind all of that?" She smirks.

Jay seems unfazed by her mention of Landon, "Yeah…sure."

"The other night I was looking through the pictures on my phone again," he nods as he follows along, "and I saw some pictures of people that I don't recognize…and no one has introduced me to them since I woke up." She reaches into her purse and pulls out her cell phone, "…maybe you can fill in those blanks."

"I'll try my best," he watches as she swipes in search of the photo.

"Who is he?" She sets her phone down onto the table and pushes it towards him.

"Teddy."

"My brother?" She takes the phone back and gives him a nice, long look, "Wow, he's so grown up. Time really flies." Erin begins swiping for the next photo, "Okay, what about her?"

"That's Jules."

"Jules?"

"She used to work in Intelligence with us. She was killed in the line of duty."

"That's depressing," Lindsay takes her phone back and stares down glumly at the late detective, "Was it recent?"

"No, it was before we were even dating."

"And him in the picture with her?"

"That's Sheldon, he was also killed."

"…this line of work is tough."

"Yeah, it really is."

"It's one more," she begins searching through the large amount of pictures she has saved into her phone, "Okay, I found it. What about her?" She turns the phone around and he immediately recognizes the woman. It's Nadia.

"That's Nadia. She…she was a good friend of yours. She used to work at Intelligence too."

"Used? Where is she now?"

"She was killed by some maniac."

"So," she shoves her phone back into her purse, "Camille, Jules, Sheldon and Nadia are all dead. Teddy isn't speaking to me. The only people I remember are Bunny, Landon, Annie, Voight and Olinsky. Two of whom, did something to upset me. Great…"

Following the sigh that emits from her mouth, their food arrives. The couple open up their napkins, lay it across their lap as they begin to dig into their dinner.