Jay hears the tune of his and Erin's wedding song play in the background of his and Erin's wedding video. He's glum. He's given up. It falls quiet in the room as he chuckles light-heartedly, "When I first said I love you to Erin it came out on accident," he hears Burgess and Ruzek approach him. Burgess hands him a cup of tea as he continues, "We were undercover and we had to play a part, but the truth kind of came out. She didn't know I was serious until after the operation was over." Halstead takes a quiet sip before continuing, "Erin can be so oblivious sometimes. It took me having to say it again before it finally registered that I was serious during the investigation." He takes another sip, "We were always on and off when we first started dating because we had to sneak around, but the moment Voight gave us his approval, I knew it was a sign. Two weeks after we became official I told her I love you," he sets the warm mug down, "that's how long it took for me to know she's the one. And a week after that, she told me I love you, and that's how I knew it was real. It was only three weeks. It took her that long to figure out her feelings for me, and now…" he takes a deep breath, "She doesn't love me now."

"You don't know that," Burgess takes a comforting seat beside him, "Erin hates when we put words in her mouth. If she didn't say that, don't say that she did."

"I've told her countless times that I love her, but she hasn't said it back. Sometimes silence is enough. Silence tells me everything that I need to know."

Her mug is resting in the palms of her hands, "You guys can't break up. Voight told you…he told us that she remembered more. She called Antonio. They talked for over an hour catching up on stories of them working together."

"She doesn't remember me though."

"She does a little," Burgess sets her mug down, "that has to count for something. She remembers meeting you. She knows you became her partner. You have to give it time. She woke up two months ago and she only remembers her memories until the age of twenty. It's slowly coming back Jay. Please…you have to be patient."

"I've been patient," he rises to his feet, "I've been so patient."

"She just needs more time."

"How much?"

Burgess says nothing.

"You can't tell me, can you?" Her silence provides him with an answer, "Another week? Another month? A year? Two? Five? Ten? Fifty? How many Burgess? It's one thing if I wait around for a woman who wants to remember, who doesn't have Bunny and Landon in her life and is willing to give me a try, but it's next to impossible to convince her. I have to come to terms with losing her. She wants Landon."

"No she doesn't."

"Yes…she does."

"Are you putting words in her mouth again?" Burgess defends her friend. She knows Erin. The two have shared things with one another that no one else knew. They were best friends for a reason…and Burgess wasn't going to give up on that.

Ruzek stood quietly during the conversation between his wife and best friend. He wasn't the best at cheering people up. He could crack jokes to ease the awkwardness and tension in the room, but now wasn't the time for that.

"Jay, Erin loves you so much. Everyone knows it. Any time we went out to have our girls night out, she always brought you up. She couldn't stop talking about you. She always looked forward to getting home to you and that's because she loves you. She's said it. She's announced it to the world. She loves you so much."

"And I love her too. I will always love her."

"But?"

"…but I need to be realistic. Erin's not coming back. If she were, she would be here right now."

"You'll have to see her again. She'll be returning to work soon." Burgess reminds.

"…not if Bunny has her way."

Burgess and Ruzek were completely caught up on the conversation Jay had with Bunny. Burgess was pissed and wanted to confront Bunny, but she didn't want to push Erin closer to her mother. It was an unfortunate situation they were in. Only time would tell whether they make it out or not and that was something Jay didn't want to wait around for. Here Jay was confessing his emotions, drowning his sorrow in tea and admitting things that he didn't want to while Erin was probably at home on a date with Landon. Fortunately enough, she wasn't.

Erin is lying back on her mother's couch with her cell phone pressed against her ear. She's talking with Annie who had returned yesterday from her honeymoon. Annie had just filled her in on everything she and Clark did, and the moment she finished, she wanted to know about Erin and all that she has missed. Erin admits the memories that came back to her at her friend's wedding. She remembered she and Jay becoming partners and having each other's backs, but that was it.

"You should call and tell him."

Lindsay shakes her head, "Voight told him."

"When did you see Voight?"

"Yesterday, for lunch…"

"And?"

Erin pouts, "There's nothing to say. Jay just said that's good and went back to work."

"…maybe he was working on a serious investigation."

"No," Erin shakes her head, "that day was a slow day. They had Taser renewal training. We're over Annie."

"No you're not."

"Yeah, we are. He doesn't want me anymore."

"Now I know you're lying," Annie is assertive in her words. She's cooking dinner while Clark was at work. Annie was off of work today and decided to treat her husband to a nice home cooked meal, "Jay would never give up…not on you. He's not that type of guy. When it comes to Erin Lindsay, he's determined. He loves you girl. That will never change."

"…but it did."

The young detective sighs solemnly. Even though she didn't remember, she wanted things to go back to before. She wanted it to go back to when times were simpler. She wanted to remember Jay, she really did, but it was hard. Erin couldn't control the memories her brain allowed to play through, but she kept hearing it was her fault on why she couldn't remember. If she had the option, she would choose to have her memories back. If she was trying to push them away, she was doing it unknowingly.

"…earth to Erin."

Lindsay snaps out of her reverie, "Yeah Annie, I'm still here. I'm sorry, what's up?"

"Are you really okay?"

"Of course," Erin annunciates her words, struggling to express the mock happiness and comfort in her mood. She didn't remember Jay, but she missed him. It felt like the moment he left, a part of her left with him.

"I've known you for years," Annie's smile falters as she temporarily steps away from the food she's cooking, "I can tell that something is wrong."

"It's just," Erin hesitates briefly, "I'm kind of enjoying this time with my mom. She's a little high strung, but…I'm okay with that."

"What about Landon?"

Lindsay takes a long blink "…Landon can be a bit too pushy. He doesn't really like the word no. I don't know," she shrugs, "…maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing."

"No, don't fight your instincts. You told me that! If I had listened to you, Charlie would have been out of our lives." Annie resumes cooking, "Hey! I was just thinking…How about you call that doctor you met? The…the psychiatrist"

Erin hears noise in the background of the phone call, "Are you talking about Dr. Charles?"

"Yeah…yeah, him! He should be able to help you, right?"

Lindsay considers the idea. It wasn't a bad one. She met him a few days ago during her last visit to see Dr. Rhodes. Apparently, after Nadia's death she used to see him for frequent sessions. The two were highly familiar with one another and he knew a lot about her life.

"I think I will go see him," Erin quickly ends the call with her friend. The two hang up after setting up a time later in the week to hang out and grab something to eat in downtown Chicago. Lindsay sends her mother and Landon a quick text before grabbing her keys and thin jacket and racing out of the door. Erin may have needed to make an appointment, but she was going to only hope that he had enough time to fit her in for an emergency.

Jay awakes from the couch to the aroma of food filling his home. He sees Ruzek sitting across from him, drinking a cold beer, as Burgess is nowhere to be seen. "Where's," Jay wipes his groggy eyes, "Where's Kim?"

"…in the kitchen?"

"She cooked," Jay turned around to be met with bags of takeout food.

"Oh hell no," Adam jokes, rolling his eyes, "Kim can't cook to save her life."

"Ruzek!" Burgess watches as her husband throws his hands into the air in surrender. He had more to say, but from the look on his wife's face, he chose against voicing it. Kim walks out of the kitchen, holding two plates filled with food, "Here you go Jay."

Adam sits his beer down, "Hey, where's mine?"

"You can go make your own plate."

Halstead takes a hold of the plate, "Thanks Kim, but you really didn't have to do this."

"Yes I did," She sits and sets her plate down upon her lap, "Erin's family. You're family. You two would do the same thing if the situation was reversed. Now, dig in before your food gets cold." She lifts her fork and begins to eat.

Adam walks into the kitchen and begins making his plate. He watches his wife and best friend eat as he scoops food onto his plate, "You know I was just joking babe."

"I know," she winks at him, "but it wouldn't hurt if you made your own plate. Would it Jay?"

Jay dropped his fork onto his plate. He didn't expect to be pulled into his friends' minor quarrel, "Um, do what works for you guys. Erin and I never really had a system. I sometimes made the plates, she sometimes made the plates, or we both made our own plates at the same time."

"That's actually a really good idea. We should start doing that. Shouldn't we Adam?"

"Yeah I guess," he takes a hold of his plate and begins walking into the living room.

Halstead resumed eating his meal when he heard the front door open. Besides Ruzek and Burgess, the only other people with keys were Will and Voight. It had to be one of them since he knew it wouldn't be Erin.

"It's me," he heard Hank's voice shout as he closed the door behind him.

"What's with all the visitors?"

Burgess pats his shoulder, "We're just making sure you're okay."

"Yeah," Ruzek nudges his friend's side gently, "break ups can be hard."

"They didn't break up." Kim reminded, she set her empty plate down, "You guys didn't break up. I refuse to believe that."

Hank walked into the adjourning living room, dining room and kitchen. He spotted Jay, Adam and Kim sitting on the couch, "Halstead," Voight went into his pocket and withdrew a pair of keys, "I'm here to return these." Hank tossed them into Jay's lap, "They're Erin's keys. She returned them to me yesterday."

"You saw her yesterday?" Kim's ears perk up at the mention of her best friend, "How is she? She hasn't been answering any of my phone calls, which I understand," Burgess rises to her feet, "I mean…she barely knows me. She doesn't remember me so it's like a stranger is constantly calling her, which is borderline creepy and-"

"She's fine Burgess," Voight interrupts Kim's rambling.

Jay stands and tosses the keys onto the coffee table, "She just gave them back? She didn't say anything at all…she just handed them to you."

"She asked about you."

"That's something," Burgess shouts excitedly, "What else did she say?"

Voight set his hand upon Jay's shoulder, "I can tell she still cares about you. We talked about you most of the time."

"I knew it. I knew Erin didn't want to give up."

"I didn't say that," Hank interrupted, dropping his hands from Jay's shoulder, "I just don't want you to get your hopes up too high, it'll only lead to heartbreak if she doesn't come back."

"It's going to lead to heartbreak regardless."

Voight took in Jay's words. He could see the clear distress and heartbreak in his features. All Voight has ever wanted for Erin was for her to be happy. Even if he didn't always agree with her methods, as long as it didn't hurt her and kept the smile on her face, he was all for it. The Lindsay before the accident truly loved Jay, and for the moment, she was vulnerable and she didn't remember how she was before the incident. It was up to her family to guide her, and be there for the ones she loved until she could return completely.

"I invited Erin to move in with me."

Halstead furrows his brows, "And what was her answer?"

"She didn't give me one. She said she'll think about it."

"Well, that's something," Jay shrugs, walking over to the fridge. He was in need of a beer. The young detective opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer, "If she won't live here, I'd rather her live with you. Anywhere is better than living with Bunny and Landon." Halstead grabs his drink, heads back over to the couch and flops down upon it. He just wanted to clear his mind, and sitting back on the couch, with a cold beer in his hand was going to attempt to do just that.

Lindsay is sitting on the couch in the dimly lit office of Dr. Charles. She didn't need to make an appointment. The great doctor was kind enough to fit her in right away. He hadn't spoken to her in a professional capacity since Nadia's death. If she didn't reach out, he was going to…he just didn't want to pressure her into speaking with him.

"What brought you here today?"

"I was talking to one of my friend's, Annie and she suggested it," She says the name and it registers for him. Erin has spoken of Annie before in a prior session, "Dr. Charles, I just want my memories back…all of them. I don't want to depend on someone to tell me how I was, what I liked to do, who I talked to on a regular basis, etc. I want to be able to know those things and make those decisions myself. Am I making sense?"

He nods, "You certainly are."

"I want your help."

Dr. Charles leans back in his seat. Erin's medical file resting closed upon his desk. He searches her face for any hints of doubt because he needed her to be completely forthcoming and ready for anything he suggests.

"Will told me the last thing you remember."

"Does everyone know?" Her eyes widen at the thought. This was private. She didn't want for people to be gossiping about her, her memories and her current diagnosis.

"Who do you want to talk about?"

"…Nadia."

"Oh, interesting decision," Dr. Charles nods along, preparing himself to take over the conversation, "Do you remember anything about her?" Erin shakes her head, "Okay, I want you to close your eyes for a second. I'm going to talk with you about your past because that is what you used to connect with Nadia, okay?"

She sits up straight, nods, "Okay," and she closes her eyes.

"Now," Dr. Charles intertwines his fingers and sets his hands against his desk, "when you were a little girl you moved in with Voight." He sees her nod as he continues, "Why is that?"

"My mother was unfit and my father was in prison."

He already knows the answer, but he wants to pry into her mind, into her memories to open the floodgates up for more recollections, "Why is that?"

"My father wasn't a good man. I didn't know much about him. My mom, she tried at least, but she was too into alcohol and drugs to actually mother me."

"Is that what brought you into Voight's path?"

"…kind of. I guess the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree. I started hanging with the wrong crowd and I got into drugs too. I was arrested a few times and Voight was there for me."

"He helped you?"

"He did," Erin nods, and something in her mind clicks, "And I think that's why I wanted to help Nadia. I wanted to be to her what Voight was to me." The previous times Lindsay remembered something, her whole body halted as the variety of memories played through her head. In this situation, when she remembered something it didn't play through her mind like a movie. It was just inserted into her head like it was always there. She reopened her eyes, "Nadia was into drugs…and I got her off of the streets. I helped her. She went into rehab."

"She sure did, and she couldn't have done it without your help." Dr. Charles' demeanor is calm and kind. He's gentle in his words and he genuinely cares about helping her. He puts on his glasses, "Should we continue with Nadia?" At the nod of her head, he continues, "When Voight took you in, what did he help you with?"

"…everything, school and finding out what I wanted to do with my life."

"In comparison to Nadia," he pushed forward, prying into her memories. And at the hard look on her face, he could tell she was trying to remember, "Don't force them Erin. They won't come."

"I helped Nadia realize she wanted to be a cop. We got her record cleaned up. I gave her a place to stay and I got her a job at the precinct."

Her memory of Nadia was coming to her easier with the help of Dr. Charles. If she knew it would be this easy, she would have come to him a long time ago. Erin sat back and closed her eyes as Dr. Charles continued with his questioning, "Do you remember your good times with Nadia?" She smiles and nods. She truly does remember helping her, and rooming with her at her old apartment. He clasps his hands together, "That's good Erin, but do you remember what happened to Nadia?"

"I know she died."

"How do you know that?"

"Jay told me."

"What about her death do you know?"

Erin sadly sighs, "She was killed by a deranged psychopath."

"Do you want to explore her death?"

"No, can we talk about Teddy now? I don't think I'm ready for that conversation just yet."

"Of course," Dr. Charles agrees. She was in charge of this session; he was just here to guide it. He sees her eyes still shut and decides to pry back into her memories, "What do you know about Teddy? What do you remember about him?"

"Teddy had disappeared when Voight took me in. I really don't know what happened to him, but I heard that he came back in my life only to leave again."

"You rescued him Erin."

"I did," she says it more like a question. She thinks hard and the memory of Teddy in New York begins to flood her mind. He had been involved in one of the worst crimes imaginable. He had been a victim, "I did." She says it more confidently now, "I remember. I brought him back to Chicago after finding him in New York."

As she thinks about Teddy's case, she begins remembering some of her prior cases she has worked on. The cases that stuck with her the most, the victims of those cases both dead and alive, and the outcome of the cases were inserted into her mind without much effort. Even memories of briefly working for federal law enforcement and the few cases she did with them were implanted back into her memory. The relaxing atmosphere, the dim lighting and Dr. Charles calm mood were all variables that played into the free flow of memories that came back.

"Do you want to continue talking about Teddy?"

She shakes her head, "I actually," she's a bit hesitant; "I actually want to talk about Jay."

"What about him do you want to talk about?"

"I want to remember him."

A small grin falls upon Dr. Charles face, "You remember meeting him?"

"I do…and I remember working on cases with him. It's the romantic stuff and the stuff outside of work that I don't remember."

"You've been on a date with him since the accident. What about him that you love did you learn from that date?"

Erin thinks briefly, "He's kind. He's loyal. He's determined and compassionate. He's handsome. I don't remember much about him, but I do feel like he always has my back. He's my partner. I know I'm not the easiest person to be around, but he hasn't given up…at least he didn't give up right away. I can't say the same now."

"You said he always has your back."

"Yeah, he's-" Erin cuts her words off at the thought. She visualizes herself a wrecked mess and Jay trying to be there for her. She's devastated over Nadia's death, and he's there for her every step of the way. She breaks out of her reverie, "he's great Dr. Charles and I wish I could be half the woman he deserves."

"Hey, don't talk down about yourself. You're going to remember Erin. You just need time." Dr. Charles rises from his seat, walks around his desk, and leans against the front of it, "The look on your face, did you remember something?"

"He was there for me after Nadia's death. He didn't give up on me then."

"And he's not giving up on you now."

Erin drowns Dr. Charles out unintentionally as she soaks in his words. He's not giving up on her. He didn't then and he won't now. She remembers working with him. She remembers their professional relationship and how they had each other's backs. Erin remembers the moment their relationship changed for the better. He had asked her out…and she accepted.

"I remember Jay asking me out," Erin interrupts Dr. Charles' words, "I can see him asking me out. We fooled around before then, but," she's thinking hard, ", but this time was different. This time we both wanted a serious relationship." Dr. Charles nods along as he listens to her restate her memory with Jay, "And I," her words hesitate as her closed eyes flashes back to one of the moments that changed her life forever, "I said I love you."

"When he asked you out?"

"No," Erin shakes her head, "it was a few weeks after we started dating. I remember that Dr. Charles," she opens her eyes gleefully and begins clapping her hands excitedly; "He said I love you and I said it too!" Erin flashes to the moment he proposes in their shared apartment. She even feels the moment freeze on the day she got married. "I don't want to get too excited Dr. Charles and jinx myself, but I remember my husband…not everything of course, but I remember him. I remember him proposing, and saying I love you. I remember marrying him Dr. Charles!"

"You're making great progress."

"I remember loving him because I still do," her heart rate erratically increases, "I still love my husband, but…" she sighs dramatically, "I think it's over between us."

"I'm no marriage counselor Erin, but I will tell you not to give up. You have to try. You owe it to yourself and Jay."

"… but I still don't remember everything."

"Involving what?"

"I don't know what my mom and Landon did to make me cut them out of my life. There's like a gap in my memory…and no matter how hard I think about it, I can't remember it. I ask, but I don't get any answers. It's like that moment in time will never come back."

"You need to immerse yourself freely if you want the rest of your memories back."

Lindsay stands up from the couch and she approaches the doctor. His voice is calm as he continues his expert advice, "You need to let go of what you think you'll find out. Your mind is protecting you right now. It's forcing that one specific memory to remain at the bottom. Let go of the fear because you're afraid right now of what you'll discover. Immerse yourself around Bunny and Landon so you can get the truth. If they won't tell you, then you'll have to find out on your own. Continue to stay with them, if one says something questionable; try to get them to expand on it. They'll say or do something that will trigger it. Trust me. Everything done in the dark will always come to the light."

"You're right," Erin nods, "Thank you Dr. Charles."

As she departs from his office, she feels like a new woman. She went in with only a few memories and she left out with most of them. All Erin wanted to do was remember everything. Every aspect whether good or bad, big or small, she wanted to remember. She wanted to quickly find out the cause of her pushing Bunny and Landon away so she could go home. She already wasted enough time away from her husband; she didn't want to waste anymore. The sooner she remembered the better. Once she knew the truth, she could go home and plead with Jay for forgiveness.

The young detective is in her car, driving home…well, back to her mother's apartment. As she's stopped at a red light, she phones Voight through the speakers of her car. It barely rang one time before he answered, "Erin, hey! Have you put anymore thought into moving in with me?"

"I need to stay with Bunny and Landon."

"You don't need to…"

"I do," she's merging into traffic as she prepares to take the exit, "I'll be back though."

"When?"

"…soon. I promise."

"Alright Erin, I hope you know what you're doing."

When she and Voight hang up, she releases a breath of relief. She thought she was going to be tempted to tell Hank everything, but she kept her cool. Erin didn't want for anyone to know. Voight would try to change her mind, but if she didn't immerse herself into everything, she wouldn't remember. It'll be no one's fault, but her own.

Erin is getting closer to her mother's apartment. She decides to phone one more number. She decides to call Teddy. As the ringing of the call plays through the inside of her car, she waits patiently. Her fingers are tapping along the steering wheel as she waits for him to answer. He doesn't. All she is left with is his voice, asking the caller to leave a voicemail, "Hey Teddy, it's me. It's…Erin. Can you give me a call? It's important." She carefully parks her car, "I'm staying with Bunny and Landon. I don't know if you heard but a few months ago I was in an accident. I lost my memory, and I was calling you to see if you would be able to fill in a couple of holes." She places the vehicle in park, turns off the engine and steps out, "Alright Teddy. Please just call me back. Bye." She hangs up.

Lindsay shoves her cell into her pocket, and grips her keys. She could see her mother's car parked and she knew Bunny was home. Landon was working late today. She went up the stairs and approached the door to her mother's apartment. Before Lindsay can insert the key into the lock, the door is yanked open. Her mother greets her with a smile, "Welcome home! Here," she extends a drink towards her daughter, "Have a drink."

"Thanks, "Erin takes a hold of the alcoholic beverage.

"Where have you been sweetheart? I've been waiting here since I got off of work. I came home early to bond with my favorite daughter."

"I went for a drive around the city," Erin lies casually, sitting her purse and keys down onto the side table, "I just needed some fresh air. It can get a little cramped in here."

"Landon will be moving out soon. He just needs a few more weeks to get himself together." Bunny wraps her arm around Erin's shoulders, "I thought you two were hitting it off."

Erin nods, "We are. Hey mom, can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything."

"How come you won't tell me what you and Landon did?"

Bunny drops her arm, "…because we're moving on and to move on you have to let go of what's in the past. We can't keep bringing it up."

"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"

"Sweetie-"

"Mom, I want to move on too, but I can't because I don't know what I need to move on from. I might get mad, I might not, but we'll never know. You have to give me a chance to decide."

Bunny ignores her daughter's words. She gulps down the remainder of her drink, sets it down onto the table, and prepares to refill her glass, "You start working with me on Monday."

"No," Erin's voice isn't weak. It's stern. Even though Bunny didn't know, the vulnerable, memory-less Erin was gone. Her original, true self was here, "I'm not working at the diner with you. I wasn't born to be a waitress. I wasn't raised to work in a diner."

"I raised you Erin, I would know what-"

"Hank and Camille raised me. And I didn't go through the academy to be a waitress. I was meant to be a cop…and the moment I'm completely myself, I'm going back to work. There's nothing you can do about that." Lindsay takes her drink and walks into her mother's bedroom. She wasn't up for conversing anymore.