Warning: The truth will be revealed this chapter. Violent scenes are present and implied.

Four days ago her life changed for the better. Four days ago Erin had made the decision –per Annie's suggestion- to see Dr. Charles. He was truly an amazing psychiatrist. He worked wonders even in the tensest situations. It had been four days since Erin has spoken to Voight. He has called her, but she was taking Dr. Charles advice and immersing herself completely. Hank had left her a voicemail, she could officially return to work next week. It had also been four days since the first time Erin tried calling Teddy. Every day since, she phoned him at least three times throughout the day. His voicemail box was officially full and she could leave no more messages.

Erin stares out of the apartment window. The spaghetti straps on her dress clung securely on her shoulders. It had been a beautiful day today. Since it was the beginning of March, the worst of the weather was mainly over. Today was one of those days where the weather remained warm from morning to night. Lindsay even decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to enjoy it. She hears her phone ring and glances down at the name. It's Voight. She sends it straight to voicemail. Her phone was already dying in the first place and she needed to find her charger.

Lindsay felt a hand press against the small of her back. Her dark, forest green spaghetti strap dress framed her perfectly, and her bare feet curled into the carpet from the unwanted touch. She turned to face Landon, "Have you seen my phone charger?"

"Is it in the bedroom?"

That gave Erin a reason to pull away from his touch. In one hand he was nursing his sixth glass of scotch, and his other hand remained on her back, "I'll go check."

"I'll come with you."

Her mother was working late. This was around the time of the year where the diner picked up. It felt really good outside so more people were out and about. Erin took a seat against the side of her mother's bed, and plugged her phone into the charger. She felt the mattress shift as Landon took a seat next to her, "Your mother text me. She's pulling an all-nighter. So what should we do tonight to pass the time?"

"I was just going to turn in early."

"Erin, you're not eighty. Live a little," he smiles and nudges her with his shoulder.

She could smell the alcohol on his breath, "I'm not up for any partying today."

"…because you partied enough yesterday?" Landon is grinning from ear to ear.

A notification signaling Voight left a voicemail lit up her phone. Landon held his drink out and shook it gently in front of her, "Want a sip? It'll loosen you up some."

"No thanks," she pushes his hand away.

Landon chuckles, "Come on Erin," he holds the drink up to her mouth.

"I said no Landon," she pushes his hand away once again. The young detective rises to her feet and begins walking towards the door to exit her mother's bedroom, "I just want you to leave me alone. Is that too much to ask?"

"What's up with you?" He gets up and reaches for her wrist. The grip of his hand turns her around, "You've been acting weird lately. Did you remember something?"

"What kind of something?" she rips her wrist from his hold and crosses her arms, "Is there a reason why if I did remember something I would act a certain way towards you?"

"You need to lighten up," he laughs, and extends the glass once again, "Come on take a sip. Just a little one," He maneuvers closer towards her. The innocent look in his eyes relaxes her shoulders. She's no longer on edge. Landon may have done something to her, but she's known him most of her life. He couldn't have done something too horrible.

Erin and Landon are inches apart. She could smell the heat and alcohol radiating from his mouth. He's definitely intoxicated. Landon lifted his free hand and ran it through the strands of her brunette hair, "Hey," he smiles at the sound of her voice, "what happened between us?"

"That's not important," he brings his face even closer to where it previously was, "it's stupid really. You'll kick yourself when you find out."

"Okay, let me kick myself then. What happened?"

The moment the question was asked; Landon pressed his lips against hers. His glass of scotch slipped through his sweaty fingers and spilled onto Bunny's carpeted floor. The hand already in her hair, gripped the back of her head tighter.

Lindsay pulled back…at least she tried to pull back. The strength of Landon's hand pressed against the back of her head prevented too much maneuvering. His opposite hand found her waist and wrapped around. She tried to pull away again, "Landon," she struggles to say his name against his lips, "Stop…stop it." She musters up her strength, presses her hands against his chest and pushes him back.

A hungry look falls upon his eyes as he looks her up and down. He's taking in the sight of her. He likes her in forest green. It's a beautiful color on her. She rubs her fingers against her reddened lips, "You're drunk."

"…I'm not that drunk."

"What is this about?"

"You said," he extends his hand and takes a hold of her wrist, "you wanted to know what happened." His other hand grabs for her other wrist, "I'm just trying to show you." Before she could respond, his grip tightens and he pulls her closer. His lips immediately press upon hers again as his hands wander the exposed skin on her body and fabric covering it.

"Stop," she tries to push him away.

Landon shoves her back. Her body falls onto her mother's bed and she immediately crawls back. The overeager, intoxicated man kicks off his shoes and begins crawling towards her on the bed, "You've been pressing me, your mother…all of us for what we did to you! And now you want to back out! It doesn't work that way," he's gripping her ankles, and he pulls her form towards him, "Sometimes you get what you ask for!"

It was that moment, mixed with the intense look in his eyes that let her know he's no longer the Landon she knew as a teenager. He wasn't the man she used to date. This was an entirely different person…a stranger. Erin kicks forward, but he's too quick. And he finds it funny. Landon grips the bottom of her dress and begins to tug it upwards.

"Landon stop.! Stop this now," she's squirming beneath his hold.

He pulls at her strap and one of the spaghetti straps pop, "Oh come on Erin. You wanted this. Remember, you kept asking for it."

"No," her hands press against his chest and she tries to push him away, "Stop, okay! I don't want this! I don't want any of this! I just want to leave! We'll pretend this didn't happen if you just let me go!"

"You said that to me before," he kisses up her neck, "You said that to me the last time this happened, but you didn't drop it. You brought it up since your accident."

"…that's because I didn't remember it," She tries to knee him in the groin, but her legs are spread and she can't bend them, "I didn't know."

"I told you it was for the best, but you didn't listen to me!" He's shouting in her ear now. The alcohol in him is making him emotional. Landon draws his fingers gently up her bare leg and when he looks forward; Erin raises her hand and presses her thumb as hard as she can into his eyes. He draws back and out of instinct swings forward.

The hard hit of his fist strikes against her face. He's weak from the amount of strength he had to put into it, and she uses that to her advantage. Erin pushes him off of her. She eyes her phone but it's on the other side of the bed. She's closer to the door. It'll be easier to just make a run for it, but the moment her feet touch the ground, Landon is in front of her. It was like he was indestructible. He didn't stay down for long. Landon grips her neck and slams her against the wall. He's upset, "Why ask for something…and when I try to give it to you, you fight me?" Landon begins to hike up Erin's dress, and the moment she takes in everything, she knows she has to act, "Landon just listen to me." It's hard for her to speak because he tightens his grip around her throat, "Please. I thought you loved me."

"I do," he nods, using his one free hand to work the buckle of his belt, "I'm doing this because I love you. I don't want you to live a lie again."

"No, you're drunk. How about you sober up and then we'll talk about this?"

"Why do you always want to talk?"

She hears his belt come completely undone and she hears his pants fall to the ground. It was the worst timing. Between past and present, her memories, the one she had been trying to remember had come back. She sees Landon. She feels his hand around her throat both in the past and currently in the present.

Erin didn't get scared much, but she had to admit, she was frightened. She wanted to get out of here. She sees Bunny in her flashback, and then she sees Teddy. Erin tries to shake the memory out of her head. She didn't want to remember anymore. She changed her mind.

"Stop! Landon please don't do this," she's crying uncontrollably. Erin can hear the past Lindsay screaming for him to stop and for someone to help her, but then Teddy came. He stepped in. He kind of saved her. Erin remembers. She feels her dress start to slip. She only had one strap holding her outfit up. Lindsay begins to use her hands to hit anywhere upon his body, "I remember now! You don't have to do this! I remember why I cut you and Bunny out of my life!" He's not stopping. He has every intention to finish what he's started, but if it was up to Erin, she wouldn't allow it.

Landon removes his hand from around Erin's neck. He needed it for other reasons. And as he begins dropping his boxers, Lindsay uses the brief opening to her advantage, stretches her hand towards the nightstand, and grabs the lamp. Landon's standing before her, half naked, and grinning from ear to ear, and before he could press his body against hers again, she lifts the lamp and hits it across his face once, and then suddenly twice. Lindsay watched him fall. He was still alive. She could see him breathing. Her hands are shaking as she drops the lamp. Erin needed to get out of here. Her phone barely charged, but she still took it. Lindsay ran out of the bedroom, grabbed her keys and heels by the door and left.

Erin's a wreck. She earns glances from bystanders as she runs to her car. She unlocks her car door, hops inside and takes off. Her paranoid mind doesn't even bother to buckle herself in. Her hair is a mess, tears continually poured out, and her bare feet hurt pressed against the gas pedal. There was only one place she could think of going, and she only hoped that he would let her in. Lindsay is breathing hard. She glances up at the rearview mirror and takes in her face. A yellowish tint is on her cheek from the hard hit she took from Landon. A few shallow bruises are aligned on her neck from his hand. And the spaghetti strap of her dress dangled loosely and brokenly. The other strap was the only thing keeping her dress up.

Lindsay gets to her home in record time. She sped the entire way here. She remembered everything. There was no hole or block in her memory. Erin remembered all that had happened to her, but at what cost? Maybe she shouldn't have tried to remember, but her curiosity had gotten to the best of her. She hops out of the car, holding only her keys and her phone. Her shoes remained in the passenger seat. Erin's bare feet pressed quickly and heavily upon the pavement as she raced up to the front door, "Please be home." Her fist begins beating against the door over and over again. Lindsay no longer had her key. She had given it back to Voight to give to Jay a few days ago. She knocks as hard as she can. She's pleading for someone to answer, "Hello! Jay, are you home? It's me! It's Erin! Please answer!" She's continually knocking until her hand starts to turn red, and while she's in mid-knock, the door swings open.

Jay, Kim, Adam and Voight were all present with a look of fear, worry and concern plastered against their faces. She moves in a rush and steps into the house. Ruzek closes the door behind her. She's crying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" She wraps her arms around Jay and she holds onto him tightly. Oh how she's missed him…a lot. Erin can't help but to continue apologizing profusely to everyone, especially him.

"Hey Erin," Burgess tries to pry the inconsolable woman from Jay, "What's wrong?"

Lindsay looks at her best friend, "Kim! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything I put you through."

"You remember me?" She's confused, but at the feeling of Erin nodding against her shoulder, brightens her up.

Voight takes a gentle hold of Erin's arm, "Erin, what happened?"

She tries to respond. She is responding, but the mixture of her words, the sniffling and her tears makes her speech incoherent. Jay tugs at her wrist, and pulls her in close, "Hey, try to calm down. You're okay. You're here with us now. What happened?"

"What happened to your dress?" Adam notices it first. He points towards her broken spaghetti strap and this earns everyone's attention. She begins breathing hard. This was entirely too much.

Jay placed his hands against her shoulders, "Er, what happened to your dress?"

"I'm remembering everything right now and I can't control it." Her eyes are zoned out, "Every miniscule memory is being sorted in my mind right now. I know everything."

Halstead cups her face, and presses a gentle kiss against her forehead. It rested there for a few seconds before he pulled it back, "Just try to calm down. Take in a deep breath and let it out." She takes his advice, and he smiles when he notices that she's stopped crying, "What's wrong?"

"I remember."

"You remember," Voight speaks up from behind her, "You remember what?"

"…everything."

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and with Jay's hands still resting against her face, she covers his hands with hers. She leans in and lightly presses her lips against her husband's, "I remember Jay. And I'm so sorry for what I put you through. Please forgive me. Please.

"Hey," He presses a kiss against the side of her head, "of course I forgive you. You don't even really have a reason to apologize in the first place. You didn't choose for any of this to happen."

"Erin, what happened?" Voight leads the conversation back. He couldn't drop the issue. He wanted to celebrate and be happy for her, but something happened, and Hank needed to know what it was, "What's wrong?"

"I…" she takes a look at everyone's face, "I remember what Bunny and Landon did."

Jay is holding her hand, "What did they do?"

Erin feels an internal struggle. She feels trapped. Burgess just wants to pull her friend into a hug. Ruzek just wants his old, sports pal back. Voight wanted to see her happy and he would never be able to erase the image of her crying and running into the house out of his mind. Jay wants to be alone with his wife because he deserved it. He deserves to have her to himself for right now. Erin remembered everything, including the reason why she didn't mention it to them originally.

"I can't tell you," her voice is low as she crosses her arms over her bare shoulders, "I want to move on. I have to move on."

"No," Jay refuses to accept that answer, "The last time we didn't know, this time we need to."

"What do you want to know?"

Burgess answers, "What they did to you…"

"What Landon did to me," Erin answers, slowly backing up. She felt everyone follow her to the living room, and when she took a seat, she continued, "What Landon did to me today or years ago?"

Ruzek decides to answer, "…both."

Lindsay decides to start with years ago in order for them to completely understand what he did today. And as she begins to tell the story, a flashback of it plays through her mind. Erin is curled into her husband's arm as the young couple rest upon the couch in their old apartment. It was before they made the move to their condo. They were exhausted from a long day at work. It was a day mostly filled with paperwork and inventory. Once they arrived home, Jay suggested they watch a movie and order in.

"I get to pick the next movie," Erin whispers, curling closer into Jay's side, "after this goes off, I want to watch something comedic."

Jay presses a kiss against her forehead, "You have yourself a deal."

As the action movie continues to play through the screen, Erin's cell rings from her pocket. She withdraws her cell from her pocket, presses ignore when she doesn't recognize the number, "This is the second time this number has called in the last five minutes."

"Who is it?" Jay ignores the movie in order to focus on Lindsay.

She shrugs, "I have no idea. It's not saved in my phone."

A loud knock at the door pulls the couple apart as Lindsay's phone begins ringing again. As Jay moves his arm from around her, and rises to his feet, she decides to answer, "…maybe this person has the wrong number or something."

"Answer it to find out. I'll go pay for the pizza."

Erin sits up and answers the call, "Hello."

"Hey Erin, it's me Teddy. I called you from a payphone outside of the club." He sounds to be out of breath, "We need your help." Teddy takes a short breath, "It's Landon. He, Bunny and I were out partying, drinking and smoking! He had too much. He's drunk again."

"No," she's whispering as she rises to her feet. Erin decides to take the call from the bedroom. Lindsay quietly closes the door behind her, "He has a problem Teddy. He's an alcoholic and he's a violent drunk. I cut my losses with you, Bunny and Landon a while ago."

"…only because Jay and Hank told you to do it."

Erin sits at the edge of the bed, "They were right. They're only looking out for me. You, mom and Landon aren't good for me. When you guys came back in my life, it was fun, but I was spiraling because of Nadia's death. I've grieved. I'm good now. I don't want to go back."

"Erin we need you." Teddy is pleading with her.

"I promised Jay and Hank that I would stay away."

"You have," he's nodding rapidly, "You have stayed away. You've ignored all of our calls. You don't answer the door when we come. You kept your word, but I need you. Landon is going to do something dangerous and you're the only one who can stop him."

"What about calling the cops?"

"You are a cop." He reminds, as the time on the phone was almost up, "Please Erin. He's already in trouble with the law. He'll listen to you. He actually cares about what you think of him."

Lindsay temporarily breaks out of her flashback. Everyone is waiting for the next part. She only gave them a small part of the incident. Jay remains close to her. He had gotten her back. He had no desire of going anywhere else. Rubbing his hand against her back, he responds, "So Teddy was the mystery number. He called you from a payphone." The details of that day were coming back to him, and she was filling in the holes for him, "What happened after that Erin? You told me Annie needed you. You said she was having a nervous breakdown."

"I lied," she whispers, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room, "I hated lying to you, but I knew you wouldn't let me go if I told you. I had to help them. I always have to help." It sounds like she's berating herself.

"What did they do? What did Bunny do?" Voight steers the conversation back onto topic.

Erin is nipping at her bottom lip, "She tried to cover everything up. She brushed it under the rug. She wanted to pretend that nothing happened…or that nothing almost happened."

"Brushed what?" Burgess pushed for a clear answer.

"…my attack."

"Wait." Ruzek fills the tense silence, "Rewind. You can't just drop a bomb like that and not clarify. What attack? What happened when you got to the club?"

Erin continues telling the story and as she continues, she's thinking back to the day. The pizza was here, but she told Jay she had to run because Annie was breaking down. She spewed a few details to add to the believability of the story. Lindsay didn't hang around for him to ask questions. She grabbed her jacket and keys, then left. Once she arrived at the club, the bass of the music was shaking the walls. The strobe lights blinded her as she stepped inside the overcrowded establishment. She skimmed the jumping crowd as her body was unintentionally pushed around. Erin could feel her cell vibrate against her side, but she chose to ignore it.

"Erin!" Teddy is behind her. He grabs her arm and pulls her, "He's this way!"

Teddy pulls the small detective up to the bar as Landon downs another shot. His pupils are dilated. He's sweating profusely. A grin looks to be uncomfortably stretched out across his face. Bunny sees her daughter approach and rises from the stool, "I'm glad you came."

"I didn't come for you," Erin shouts over the music, "I came for Teddy."

Her mother smiled, "Thanks anyway Erin."

"Don't mention it. Please, don't mention this," Lindsay is approaching Landon, "…the sooner I help him, the sooner I can get home back to my husband."

"He doesn't know you're here." Bunny commented.

Lindsay rolls her eyes, "He doesn't want me anywhere near you…and I can't blame him."

Erin turns Landon's bar stool around, and at the sight of the beautiful brunette, he drops his drink. The glass shatters against the ground and a smile stretches even wider across his face, "Erin! You're here! You're here! Join me!" He tries to swing around in order to order another round of drinks, but she prevents him, "Erin! Come on! Let the chair go! Come on beautiful! I'm ordering you a round and we'll see who can down them the fastest." Landon is rambling, "The bartender tried to cut me off, but I got him. All it takes is a little convincing through means of threats and intimidation. Ha!" He's laughing.

"How much has he had to drink?" Erin can smell the heated booze radiating from his mouth.

Bunny shrugs, "um, we lost count after his tenth!"

"When was that?"

"…about two hours ago."

"You have got to be kidding me," Erin rolls her eyes. She didn't come to babysit. She came to get Landon out of here so she can go back home.

"…maybe he needs some fresh air," Bunny suggested, "There's a side door over there. That way you can come back in easily without going through the hassle of security."

"Finally you say something smart," Lindsay is frustrated. She's irritated. She isn't the type of person to turn someone away if they needed help. Bunny knew that. And Bunny knew that if Erin would respond to anyone it would be Teddy.

The young detective carefully pulls Landon from his bar seat. He's unsteady on his feet and most of his weight is pressed against her. He inhales the scent of her hair as she practically drags him towards the side door. Erin blinks out. She breaks the retelling of the story and her flashback of the memory playing through her head.

"Did you take him outside?"

Lindsay nods at Kim's question, "I took him to alley next to the club like Bunny suggested. I figured fresh air was good and he needed to release some steam."

"…then what happened?"

The guys feel it's best for Kim to take over the questioning. She's gentler. She looks less angry and intimidating. Lindsay's calmer than when she first arrived, "I don't want to talk about it anymore." Erin digs her nails into the couch cushion, "I want to put all of this behind us because it's not important."

"…of course it's important."

"No," Jay speaks up. He needed to know just as badly as everyone else, "What happened in the alley? What did Landon do?"

She wipes the drop of tear that fell, "He was just coming onto me…a little too aggressively."

"…and then what happened?" Jay takes her hand and encourages her to continue.

Erin looks into his eyes and ignored the surrounding stares. It was awkward. She was kind of embarrassed. Lindsay didn't want to seem weak or vulnerable. She had to get it over with. No one was going to drop it. And she couldn't have any more secrets between her and her husband. Erin remembers seeing the door slam behind her. Landon trips over his feet and goes tumbling to the ground. He chuckles, "Erin, you came for me!"

"I came because Teddy asked me to help you."

Landon uses the dumpster to pull himself to his feet, "You're always my hero! You save me every time. You love me."

"No," she's shaking her head and approaching him, "I pity you. I'm done helping you. You're beyond help. There's nothing I can do for you anymore."

"Oh," Landon shakes his head and gently grabs her wrist, "I don't believe that. I believe you love me. If you didn't, then why are you here?"

"…because Teddy begged me to come." She attempts to wrangle her wrist free, "And we grew up together. I don't love you, but I do care about you…and I do want what's best for you."

"You're what's best for me."

"No, we're not good for each other."

Lindsay broke out of her reverie. She wanted to limit the details. Her eyes were continually zoned out, and she felt her hands in Jay's, "He didn't do what you guys think he did," her voice is extremely low. The silence in the home made it possible for them to hear what she just said, "He couldn't take the rejection. He brought you up," she nods her head towards her husband, "He couldn't stand the thought that he lost me to you. He tried everything to convince me, but I turned him down. He didn't take rejection well."

"What did he do?" Burgess asked. Voight purposefully remained silent.

"He pulled at my clothes. He hit me a few times. He pushed me up against a wall. He tried," she nods at the idea running through Jay's head, "but my mom and Teddy came out. Teddy pulled him off of me before it got too far."

"And Bunny tried to cover it up?" Halstead pressed on for more answers.

"Yes," Erin is suppressing her tears, "I stopped talking to her because of it. Bunny was frantic when she saw what Landon was trying to do to me. She kept making excuses for him. She said he was drunk, he was high off drugs and adrenaline, and he was desperate. She didn't think it was a big deal. She said he truly loved me. She said it wasn't the real him."

Voight finally decides to speak, "Why didn't you call it in? How come you didn't call me or Jay or Burgess? You kept this to yourself the whole time."

"Bunny said she would deny everything. And Teddy backed her up. Even if you didn't believe Bunny, you would have believed Teddy. She pretended that she didn't see anything. And because he just got reunited with her, Teddy didn't want to lose her. He backed her up and supported everything she said. I was going to take my chances and call it in, but I lied. I wasn't supposed to be there. It didn't look good on my part. After Nadia's death, I went on a downward spiral with Bunny, Teddy and Landon. If you had found out that I lied to see them, there would be nothing for me to say that would make you believe me. You and Jay told me to stop hanging with them," she looks between Hank and Jay, "and I did. I gave you my word that I wouldn't see them anymore. Bunny threatened to use that against me. She was going to tell you about how much I helped them out and how I deliberately lied to yours and Jay's face. I knew you were going to be mad and disappointed and I didn't know what that would do to our relationship. He didn't hurt me too bad," Erin shrugs and takes a deep breath, "I decided to suck it up and move on, but I never wanted to see them again."

"You came home that night," Jay remembered, "I…I didn't notice anything."

"Bunny took me to the bathroom, wiped my tears, put makeup on me, and fixed my clothes." Erin wipes her cheeks and rises from the couch, "When I left the club, I told them goodbye…for good. I didn't…I don't want to see them anymore."

Voight is pissed. He is angrier than anyone has ever seen him. Hank wasn't mad at Erin, a little disappointed that she didn't trust him enough to tell him, but other than that, he wasn't upset with her. Voight gripped his keys in his hands, "I'm going to kill them." He calmly walks away.

"Hank!"

"Erin, no," Voight immediately turns around, "You tried to solve it your way. I'm going to solve it mine. Who did that to you?" He's pointing at her broken spaghetti strap, "Was it Landon?"

"…he was drunk."

"And now you're making excuses for him."

"You're right," she's nodding, and she so desperately wants to approach him, but he's too angry, "I'll do this your way."

Voight turns to leave, "Good." Erin jumps sharply at the sound of the front door slamming. She had no idea what he was going to do, but she wasn't going to stop him. Hank wanted to take charge. Sometimes he needed to feel like the hero, and she was done always trying to maintain the peace and hiding her vulnerability.

"Guys," she turns to face Burgess and Ruzek, "can I please be alone with my husband?"

Burgess squeezes her hand gently, "Of course. Call me later…please."

Erin watches as her friends gather their few possessions and head for the door. She could feel Jay behind her and the moment the door closes, she turns to face him, "Babe-"

"No, you don't have to," he approaches her.

"Yes I do," she takes his hands in hers, "I remember everything. I remember what I put you through," her hand rests against the side of his face, "I love you. I don't love Landon. I never did and I never will. I cared about him, yes, I admit I did, but that's only because for a short period of my life, I needed him…and he was there. And I'm sorry I lied to you. I snuck out to help, but it was only one time. It wasn't a regular occurrence. Bunny lied to you about that. The moment you and Voight told me to stop, I did. I took your warning. I didn't sneak out to hang with them. The only time I snuck out was to help. I just wanted to help," tears are falling from her eyes. She's extremely sorry, and she wipes at the few tears that fall from Jay's face, "Why is that so wrong? I only saw them that time because Teddy called and said he needed help. I couldn't say no. It's my fatal flaw."

"No," Jay leans into her hand and pecks her palm, "It's one of the reasons why I love you. You just want to help, especially those who don't deserve it. You don't give up. And it's not fair if someone gave up on you."

Lindsay couldn't contain herself. She rises to the tips of her toes and presses her lips against his. Her hand slowly slides down his face and rests against the back of his neck. Halstead's breath is caught in his throat. He wasn't expecting this. And as his hands ran through the back of her head, pulled her in close, allowing the pressure and passion of the kiss to increase, she smiles. She's happy...really happy.