Summary: Following 2x16, Voight has his kids over for a family dinner, but Erin hasn't forgiven him for separating her and Jay.

A/N: Written to personally deal with the sadness following 2x16. Spoiler warning fro 2x16. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Chicago P.D.

You Better be Worth it

Erin had a very detailed plan for the weekend following her week from hell. She had ice cream and alcohol, and a plan to avoid human contact until Monday. So, she was less than thrilled when Hank invited, more so demanded, she come to a family dinner on Saturday night.

Her eyes rolled at the text. There were very few family dinners in the Voight household since Camille death. Erin was tempted to respond no, however, Hank did just take a bullet to the shoulder. It was hard to see if he had a true desire to spend a night with his family or if he wanted to check up on her. A second text followed mere moments later, as if he could tell she was on the fence about attending. Justin and Olive would be there too.

Erin sighed as she responded that she would be there and would bring wine and dessert. Hank replied quickly that they would see her at seven.

She looked at her phone for a moment, her finger hovering over the contact she wanted to call. She stopped herself, remembering that this was her call. Her mind was fuzzy from a lack of sleep and a bit of a hangover. She went to her room and changed before heading to the gym, hoping hitting something would make her feel better.

Erin spent a few hours at the gym without really feeling any better. She set off to do errands. Grocery shopping, picking up some wine and stopping at a local bakery to get some desserts for dinner.

Erin returned to her apartment to get ready for dinner. She showered and got dressed, checking her phone to find that she had no messages. She grabbed her purchases for the dinner and left for the Voight house.

She sat in her car for ten minutes before she headed for the front door. She rang the bell and was greeted by a smiling Olive, "Erin, hey!" The pregnant woman gave her a hug and closed the door behind her, "It's good to see you again."

"You too," Erin said as she followed her into the house and to the kitchen where she placed the wine and dessert, "How have you been?"

"Good," She said with a smile as she stirred whatever was on the stove, "Classes are good. We have started to set up the nursery."

"Exciting."

Olive stopped stirring, "Are you feeling okay? You look pale."

"Fine," Erin said. "Hank and Justin inside?"

"Yeah, send Justin in here will you."

"Of course," Erin answered as she left the kitchen and went into the living room, "Hey, Justin. Hank."

"Little Mrs. Perfect is late," Justin said as he turned to face her, "Are you sick?"

"No," She said exasperated as she settled into a chair, "Olive needs you in the kitchen."

"Okay," Erin wondered if she really looked that bad when Justin gave her a concerned look as he passed her. She checked her reflection in her phone and thought she looked fine. Hank sipped his beer, the only noise in the otherwise silent living room.

"How's the shoulder?"

"Fine, how was your day?"

"Fine."

They sat in silence until Justin returned handing a wine glass peace offering to Erin, "Olive says dinner will be ready in a bit."

"Does she need any help?"

"No, she says relax she will join us in a bit."

Justin sat down on the couch again as Erin sipped her wine. At least not everything she had planned for the weekend had been abandoned. "How are things, Justin? Olive told me you started setting up the nursery."

"Things are good. I just finished painting it, blue."

"Original," Erin said with a true laugh.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to paint your first baby's room, orange?" Her mind flashed to a future of her and Jay arguing over paint colors in a sunny room, she quickly doused the thought with the rest of her wine.

"I'm going to go get some more wine, anyone need anything?" Both men shook their heads as Erin retreated to the kitchen.

"You sure you don't need any help?" She asked Olive as she poured herself another glass.

"It's really almost done, I like cooking. You?"

Erin's mind flashed back to the night that her and Jay thought cooking would be fun. The fire alarm was going off within minutes. They ordered take out and watched the cooking channel. So we can be prepared for next time, Jay had argued, "No, I'm not very good."

"Maybe I can teach you some day."

Erin smiled at her, "That would be fun. Dangerous, but fun."

Erin stayed in the kitchen with Olive, actually having a good time. When Olive announced the food was ready she helped her serve the food before calling the men into the dining room. Erin refilled her glass before taking her seat at the table.

Olive had made a huge meal; spaghetti with homemade sauce and meatballs, a large salad and possibly the best garlic bread Erin had ever smelled. Everyone passed around the food, eating in silence between the compliments given to Olive.

"Pick any names yet?" Hank asked, breaking the silence and starting conversation.

Justin and Olive smiled at each other, their fingers barely clasped on the table. Erin's mind floated back to the break room, slightly clasped fingers and the smell of coffee. "I like the name Thomas, after my grandfather. He lived in Wisconsin when I was a child and I would spend two weeks there in the summer."

A small cottage on the water. Jay and Erin's fingers just intertwined as they sit on the porch drinking coffee, their children and grandchildren in the background.

"Erin, Erin." She refocused on Justin, "Are you with us?"

"Yeah, sorry." She turned to look at Olive across from her, "I love the name Thomas."

The dinner returned to silence again, Erin could feel Voight's eyes on her from the head of the table. Olive and Justin exchanged a look before Olive spoke, "So Erin, have you been seeing anyone recently."

Erin nearly choked on her garlic bread, shaking her head, "No one." She met Voight's eyes that time, refusing to look away.

"You haven't seen anyone since that firefighter right?" Justin asked. Erin could tell he was back in a teasing mood, "Still stuck on him?"

Olive lightly hit Justin on the arm, "Firefighters aren't really my type." Erin responded as she placed her napkin on the table, "I'm not really feeling that well after all, I think I should head home."

"Erin, I'm just kidding," Justin argued, "I'm sorry."

"Please don't go, Erin." Olive piped in.

Hank reached out for her as she moved past him, "Erin…"

"Don't touch me!" She cried pulling away, "You know what you did."

"Erin," Hank called as he stood up to follow her.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Don't worry about it."

Erin quickly fled the home with Hank following behind her, "Erin, wait."

"What? What else could you possibly want?"

"Calm down, I know you're upset."

"You forbade my relationship, I'm not happy about it."

"I can't risk two of my detectives being distracted, I can't have one of you getting hurt…"

"You were willing to do it for Kim and Adam."

"That's different, they've proved they can work together…"

"It's not different at all! Jay and I have been nothing but professional at work these past few weeks!"

"It's just different."

"Because I'm me? If anything you should want me to be happy."

"I do…"

"I love him," The confession hung in the air between the two of them. The air leaving Erin's lungs as she confessed to Hank what she hadn't even told Jay yet, "I have to go."

"Erin…"

"I'll see you Monday."

Erin left the Voight household quickly, watching Hank return to Justin in the doorway from her rearview mirror. She would worry about them later, there was somewhere she had to be.

Jay had let his phone die and then left it in his bedside table drawer. He knew it wasn't good to be unreachable but the only person he wanted to call was off-limits. He had spent most of the day sulking around his apartment, even the night out with Mouse had done nothing to lift his spirits. Monday was going to be hell.

At first he thought he was imagining the sound of his door bell, but the insistent knocking caught his attention, "Go away."

The knocking only got louder, he groaned as he made his way to the door throwing it open prepared to yell, until he saw who it was, "Erin."

She attacked his mouth with her own, pushing him further into his apartment, "I don't want to cool off."

"Thank god," Jay breathed as he slammed the door and carried her to his bedroom.

The sun woke Erin the next morning, she smiled into her human pillow with a content sigh, "Morning."

Erin lifted her head up to look at Jay, "Morning."

"So, want to tell me what happened last night?"

"And here I thought you were a detective."

Jay rolled his eyes, "What happened to cooling off."

Erin sighed, "These past few weeks have been the happiest weeks of my life. Hank and I had a talk…"

"Really?"

"Well a fight, but I made my point pretty clear."

"And what was that?"

"His stupid rule can go to hell."

"So we both very well could be fired on Monday," Jay said with a laugh.

"You better be worth it," Erin laughed, kissing him once again. She had no doubt in her mind that he would be.

Both Erin and Jay were nervous Monday morning as they made their way up to intelligence. Voight was at the board, already going over a case with the others, "Halstead, Lindsay, I need you to go check out a suspect."

"Of course," Jay said as he retrieved the address from the paper in Hank's hand, Voight held tightly onto his arm before he could pull away.

"You watch her back, Halstead."

"Of course, always." Hank let Jay go and he passed Erin heading downstairs. Hank and Erin caught eyes across the bullpen, Hank gave Erin a small smile and nod. Erin smiled back, mouthing a thank you as she followed in Jay's footsteps down the stairs.