Jay was truly happy. He was seated at the dining room table, watching as his wife prepared them lunch. It had been four days since he got her back. And those days were some of the best days he has ever experienced. Voight gave him days off. No one visited. Erin ignored Bunny's calls. Everything felt right in the world again. He had her back. He had the woman who stole his heart, the woman who stood beside him for better or worse, and the woman who he had the fortune to call his wife and partner.

"Okay, I haven't cooked in forever," she set a plate down in front of him, "hopefully when my memories came back, skills such as cooking came too." She joked, pulling a seat out, "Caution before you just dig in."

"I'm sure it'll taste great."

Erin chuckles, "You don't need to charm me. You already got into my pants."

"That's not what I'm trying to do," he assures, extending his hand to rest over hers, "I'm looking forward to trying…this. What is it?"

"It's pasta."

"…of course it is."

Erin jokingly hits his arm as her cell's ringtone blared through the dining room. Her phone was on the kitchen counter charging. Lindsay ignored the tone, as she smiled at her husband, "Ready to dig in?"

"You don't want to check your phone? It could be Voight, Burgess or Annie."

"…it could also be Bunny."

"You'll have to talk to her eventually."

"Well," she shrugs, lifting her fork from the plate, "eventually isn't today. And besides, I'm busy at the moment. She had me for months. She can wait a little longer."

"I love you," he smiles.

"I love you too."

The couple dug into the pasta prepped and prepared deliciously for lunch. Halstead could positively say that she did not forget how to cook. It was a skill they both possessed and used perfectly. The warm pasta with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top melted tastily in their mouths. These past four days had been a refresher. His wife, everything about her, was back. Her feistiness, her aggression and her beautiful personality were all back. She remembered everything, and it had been her idea for him to take off in order to enjoy her presence. Erin didn't do much convincing. With the wink of an eye, and a small smile, Jay had been wrapped back around her finger. Over the four day period of locking themselves indoors, they talked genuinely, she apologized profusely and he accepted each one. He didn't blame her. He couldn't.

"That was amazing," she smiles at his compliment and stands to take their plates, however, he stretches out his hand in order to stop her, "you cooked, I'll clean." She didn't object.

The two agreed. No more apologies. She had nothing to be sorry for. She couldn't control her memories. If he was in her place, he had no idea what he would do. She didn't remember him. He couldn't force her to. He was a stranger to her, and he had to understand and respect that. He couldn't force himself onto her. And no matter how much it hurt to be rejected by his wife countless times, he understood. It hurt. A lot. But now that she's back, they agreed to move on. No more apologies. No more secrets. She told him everything. She told him the story from the beginning and left nothing out. She told him about her stay with Bunny and Landon over the last two months. Erin confessed about the multiple kisses shared between her and Landon, and he wasn't mad at her. He didn't blame her. He blamed Landon. He took advantage of her. He took advantage of her memory loss and her vulnerability. It wasn't her fault.

"You look hot washing dishes." She flirted, taking a seat on top of the counter as she watched, "You should put the apron on and then finish washing them." Lindsay winked at him.

His wife deleted her mother's number. She erased Landon's cell too. Erin wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. And even though she wrote them off without an explanation, they continually called. She wanted to move on. Four days ago, when Voight left their house, he went and arrested Landon for assault and attempted rape. He couldn't charge him with anything that happened years ago, but Landon attacked her again. These charges were fresh. Hank had spent the night at the precinct, occasionally visiting Landon in the cage. If the charges don't stick, at least Landon received a retributive payment from Hank himself. He was currently out on bail. Erin threw the ripped dress away, and used makeup to cover the bruising around her neck. Showers and the occasional flinching away Erin does when he kisses her neck area were constant reminders of the minor pain she felt.

"The apron definitely works," she slides off of the counter and approaches him, "you look so domestic…and manly."

"I look manly in an apron," he turns off the water.

Her arms wrap around his waist, "Very."

Jay leans down and presses his lips against her forehead. He holds them there. They have nowhere to be, but here with each other. Her cell rings again and she makes no move towards it to answer it. She lets it ring as Jay pulls his lips away. Erin sighs and leans her forehead against his chest, "I can stay like this forever," her cell rings again and she continues to ignore it.

"You should answer it."

She shakes her head, "I don't want to talk to anyone but you."

"If you feel like you have something to prove to me, you don't. I trust you. I forgive you."

"You shouldn't though," she pulls away and steps back, "You forgave me too easily. I should hold some type of blame."

"It's not your fault."

"It was my idea to pull over the car."

"…and I obliged. You didn't force me, and even if you did, we were parked legally. The man was drunk and drove his dump truck into the back of us. There was nothing any of us could do."

Erin crosses her arms around her waist, "We should have just gone straight home that night. All of this wouldn't have happened if we did. I wouldn't have left you."

"You're back now."

"…but you didn't know if I would remember! I thought about leaving you for Landon!" She shouted, but he already knew. During their talk, she admitted it to him. Erin felt like she betrayed her own husband just by the thought. She drops her arms from around her waist, "I kissed someone else. I thought about leaving you for someone else." He took a step towards her and gripped her arms. He forgave her. He knew all of that. Erin closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, "I almost slept with someone else Jay." He didn't know that.

Halstead releases her arms and she takes another step back. He may have forgiven her, but she hasn't forgiven herself. Erin uses the back of her hands to wipe her eyes, "Landon wanted me…and every kiss we shared almost turned into more. It almost progressed into more. I almost crossed a line with him that you should know about."

"You didn't sleep with him though."

"I couldn't," she agrees, nodding along, "I didn't remember you, but every part of me was telling me to push him away. My old self was always there, trying to help me make the right decisions."

"Er, you have to forgive yourself. I've already forgiven you."

She wipes her eyes, "I can't. I don't deserve it."

Jay didn't know where in their afternoon that the tone of the conversation shifted, but it did and it did it quick. He stretched out for her, but she moved back, "If the roles were reversed, I wouldn't be so forgiving Jay. I would have been pissed. I would have yelled at you. I would have thought that you wanted someone else."

"Did you?"

"…at the time, yeah, but not anymore."

"You want me to be mad at you?"

"I deserve it," she agrees. Closing her eyes, preparing herself to take the brunt of his growing anger, however a quick knock gently beat against their front door, "We can ignore it," she reopened her eyes, but he was already walking towards it, "People who we actually would want to visit would have called first. It's probably Bunny."

Halstead opened the door, and it wasn't Bunny. It was someone Erin didn't expect to see. It was her brother. She squints her eyes, "Teddy." He looks uncomfortable as Jay waves him inside. She remembered everything. She didn't need to see him anymore. The two haven't spoken since that night, years ago, and she left him a voicemail telling him to ignore everything she said in the prior voicemails. Teddy's hands are tucked in his front pockets, and he's staring down at the ground, "Sorry for avoiding you."

"Why?" Her defenses are up, "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"I couldn't face you."

"Why can you face me now? Why are you here?"

Jay closes and locks the door before maneuvering himself over to his wife. He wanted her to know that he's there and his presence is wherever she wants him. Teddy averts his eyes up to meet Erin's orbs, "I just came to apologize to you. I want you to know that I feel guilty. Everything about that day…I blamed myself."

"I was in an accident."

He's nodding, "I know. I heard your voicemails."

"Why didn't you call me back? Why didn't you tell me what I needed to know?"

As he looks at her pleading eyes, he steps closer, "I thought it was best that you didn't remember. I figured you would be better off."

"It was my right to know. Bunny wouldn't say anything and neither would Landon."

"I figured when you called and asked." Teddy pulls his hands out of his pockets, "I wanted to tell you what happened between you and them, but I felt guilty. If I could go back and change anything, it would be that. You, Bunny and I were reconnecting. It all started off good after you brought me back from New York. But then Landon came back into the damn picture and he screwed it all up. Bunny had always approved of his relationship with you."

Erin shakes her head, "I remember the story."

"No," Jay stops her and steps forward, "I want you to finish. I want to hear what happened from you. I want to hear about how you could possibly leave my wife to fend for herself."

Teddy turned to face Jay. He had already felt guilty and the look in his brother-in-law's eyes made him feel even worse. Teddy scratched the back of his head nervously, "I thought Landon was bad news. I didn't trust him."

"But you trusted him enough with Erin?"

"I didn't think he would hurt her. If anything I just thought he'll get her into some trouble." Teddy was trying to explain everything from his point of view, but as he defended himself aloud, he felt like a bad person, "I thought he would loosen her up. He'll convince her to have some fun. When Landon started hanging with us, everything changed. He's a drunk…a violent one. I thought the worst of him, but Erin always gave people the benefit of the doubt. She's kind and forgiving. You and Voight talked to her, and she stopped hanging around, but she was always a phone call away. She saw the good in everyone, especially people who didn't deserve it. That night, she just came to help."

"You took advantage of her niceness."

"I didn't know he would do that," Teddy defended.

"Why would you allow her to go to some alley with a violent drunk?!"

Teddy ran his hand shakily through his hair. He knew this conversation was going to occur eventually, but he wasn't planning for it to be with Jay. The glum look on his face wasn't an apology enough. Halstead saw through it all and took a step in front of his wife, "Let me tell you what I think…and you tell me whether or not I'm onto something, okay?" Teddy nods and Jay continues, "I do think you're here to apologize, but I don't think you expected to have to answer questions. Like you said, Erin's kind and forgiving. You knew she wouldn't really ask questions. You didn't want to answer her calls not because you thought it was in her best interest not to remember, you knew it was in yours. By not telling her, she stayed at the house with those people. You gave Landon another opportunity to attack…and he did."

Teddy turns to look at Erin, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not finished yet," Jay interrupted Teddy's apology, "You don't like Landon, yet you called Erin to get him and not the police because you didn't want to get the violent drunk into trouble. That just doesn't sound right to me," Halstead is shaking his head in disbelief, "You were very aware he's a violent drunk. And you were aware that she promised me and Voight that she'll stay away, yet you begged her. You took advantage of her kindness to get her to come to the club. She always comes when someone needs her…and you knew that." Halstead crossed his arms across his chest, and tilted his head, "So Erin gets to the club, and Bunny just happens to suggest that she take Landon out the side door where no one will be?"

"What are you implying Jay?" Teddy is growing irritated. He takes a step forward, and attempts to size Halstead up. He wasn't intimidated.

"You called her because you knew she wouldn't come if Bunny or Landon did. She only came for you…not them. You let her go outside in a dark alley with him by herself."

"What are you implying Jay?" Teddy repeats his earlier question.

"You wanted Erin to get hurt."

"Now you sound crazy," Teddy rolls his eyes, "Why would I want my sister to get hurt?"

"I would love to know the answer. I'm thinking jealousy. Voight took her in. She graduated high school, the academy and became a cop. After hanging out, she ditched you all the moment she realized that the lifestyle you all were living wasn't the one for her. What you wanted payback? You wanted something to weigh heavy on her. Erin started reconnecting with you all because of what she went through after Nadia's death! The tragedy in that and the devastation she felt pulled her to both of you. You used it to weasel your way in. And what? You figured if something else traumatic happened to her, she'll come crawling back."

"I saved her! I pulled Landon away from her!"

"…you must have had second thoughts!"

"You're lying!"

"You set her up!"

"Why would you think that?!"

"Instead you chose to protect Landon and betray your own sister!"

"Be quiet Jay!"

"Erin trusted you the most! She came to help for you, not Landon!"

"Shut up!"

"You backed Bunny up. And because you convinced her to lie to us, you used that against her!"

"I'm out of here!"

"Good," Jay clenched his fists, "you should leave before I do something I won't regret."

Lindsay stood in shock as she heard the front door slam closed. Not once did Teddy deny anything. He had a rebuttal or an excuse for everything her husband said. Jay saw the look on her face, and he noticed the quiver of her lip, "How did you know?"

"I'm a detective. I get paid to ask the tough questions."

"I didn't know though."

"You gave him the benefit of the doubt. He's your brother. We all have a blind spot for family."

Halstead wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her in close, "I'm sorry you had to learn that way. You deserve better."

"When did you figure it out?"

"It was after you told me the story the second time. Something just didn't sound right."

She squeezes her arms around him tighter, "I…I love you Jay."

"I'm sorry Erin."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"…and neither did you."

"He set me up."

"He wanted you back. He thought since tragedy reconnected you all then it'll do it again."

"…at my expense."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," she pulls back, "you did nothing wrong."

"I'll stop if you stop."

Erin looked at him and nodded. It was going to be hard, but she agreed. She was hurt. Teddy, Bunny and Landon had all lied to her and she was stupid enough to believe them. They walked over her, multiple times. They took advantage of her gullibility. She hated when people took advantage of her niceness. It was a pet peeve. It irritated her. It angered every part of her being. Lindsay turned away from her husband, and approached the front door, "Come on Jay!" she grabbed her keys off of the hook.

"Where are we going?"

"…to my mother's house. I'm ready to speak to her."

"What are you going to say?" Jay locks the front door behind them.

"I don't know." She holds up the keys, "Here, you drive." She tosses them into his hold.

"You want me to drive?"

"I'm too pissed off right now."

The young couple hopped into her car, and during the entire drive, her right leg shook. She stared out of the window as Jay abided by every traffic law. She would have broken a few if she was behind the wheel. Her fingers begin to tap anxiously against her lap, "Who do they think they are?" She turns to face him, "Who does that type of shit? They're manipulative and selfish!"

Jay knew not to speak. She needed to get it all off her chest. Over the past four days, they were living in heaven. They were content, although they did have a few emotional conversations. Erin rolled her window down in order to get some fresh air, "My mom looked me in the eye every single day and said nothing. Landon played me. Teddy avoided me because he felt bad for conspiring behind my back for Landon to attack me! Who are these people?!"

"I'm glad your gun is at home." She didn't laugh or smile. He doesn't even know if she heard his joke. Halstead slows to a brief stop at the stop sign, "Don't do anything that'll end with you in jail. With these hospital bills, I'm not sure if I have the money to bail you out."

"Jay, why is my family so screwed up?"

"Voight, Annie, me and the team are your family…not them. Family doesn't treat you like that."

She feels his hand rest upon her shaking leg, "I hate them."

"You have every right."

"I want nothing to do with them. I want to get my stuff, tell them to leave me the hell alone and then leave. I want you with me to make sure I don't do anything illegal."

"I got you."

She places her hand over the top of his. Her eyes close as she struggles to take calming breaths. As the wrangled breaths escape from her, she pries open her eyes. They're parked. She feels his hand leave her thigh and the two step out together.

Erin leads Jay up the few stairs and in front of her mother's apartment door. She searches through her keys, and when she's about to put the key in, the door swings open.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I've been calling you like crazy!"

Lindsay says nothing as she angrily steps inside.

"What's he doing here?"

"My husband is here to make sure I leave this apartment without laying a hand on you and Landon." She spots Landon quietly sitting on the couch. Bruising surrounds his neck, eyes and nose. His lip is swollen. Erin couldn't help but to smile at the damage Voight did. Erin disappears into the bedroom and grabs the few things she had here, "I'm here to talk to you. I want to make sure you understand me when I say that I don't want to ever see or speak to you again. I want nothing to do with you."

"Erin, what's this about?"

"Haven't you spoken to Landon?" Lindsay glances at the silent man from over her mother's shoulder, "He should have filled you in." she looks at her mother and smiles, "I remember."

The smile on Bunny's face falls as she realizes what her daughter is saying. Erin remembered and that wasn't a good thing. She snaps back into the conversation, and raises her hands to silent Lindsay's angered breath, "I can explain."

"You and Landon kept the truth from me! That was your chance to explain!"

Bunny stepped back, "Erin-"

"How could you use my accident to rewrite the past?!" Her voice betrays her when it cracks sadly. Erin's lip quivers and Jay wants to step in. However, he knew this conversation was for her. She needed this. Erin drops the few possessions in her hand, "How could you act like nothing happened? How could you conspire against me? How could you do any of this?!"

"It's in the past sweetheart. You've forgiven Teddy. I deserve forgiveness too."

"I didn't forgive Teddy," Erin corrects, running her hands through her hair, "And I definitely won't forgive you. You don't deserve it!"

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Erin-"

"Don't say my name." Erin takes the apartment key off of her key ring, "You can have this back. I know for a fact that I won't need it again."

"I'm so sorry."

"I need to get out of here," Lindsay turns to face Jay, "I don't want to see her, hear her voice, or think of her. I want her out of my life for the rest of my life," she glances at Landon, "And I hope you suffered by Voight's hand."

"I'm sorry," Landon's apology is low.

"You're sorry." She chuckles at his apology, "Apology not forgiven. You're a monster. You need help…a lot of it. I have nothing to say to you. You're a lost cause. And you're beyond help." She looks back at her mother, "I know Landon was only going to move out for my sake, but he should stay. You two deserve each other. Bye Barbara. Bye Landon."

"Erin, wait! There has to be something we could do!"

Lindsay is in disbelief over her mother's words, "Yeah, there is something you both can do. You can burn in hell. And I swear, if you contact me again in any way, shape or form, I will make you pay. I promise you." Erin has nothing left to say. She sees the shocked expression on her mother's face, as she and Jay grab her things and leave from the apartment.

Erin kicks the door shut behind her and exhales a large breath of relief. She smiles as she feels a weight lift from her shoulders, "Are you ready to go home?"

"How are you feeling?"

"…that was a long time coming."

"I'm surprised you didn't say or do more."

Erin shrugs as they walk down the stairs, "Trust me, I wanted to. I really did, but I deserve better. I don't have to explain myself to her. And cutting her off, felt good. It felt really good Jay. Is that bad? Does that make me a horrible person?"

"…not at all." He nudged her side gently, "Come on let's go home."

"Where are my keys? I'm driving."

"I thought you said I could drive."

"I let you drive." She extends her hand, "You're the house husband, remember?" She chuckles as he places the keys in her hand, "Thank you baby." Erin winks at him.