Authors Note: It's almost Christmas! It's almost 2015! It's almost my birthday! So I wrote you this chapter to celebrate. I'll try and upload again before the New Year just because we all need to read fan fiction during the hiatus period! Thank-you for everyone who has been reading this, and supporting my other fics, you all rock. Review if you liked it! I love hearing what you think, and I love hearing your predictions.

February 2015

New York

Voight was eagerly awaiting the arrival of two of his best detectives, he knew that if there were anyone he could trust to bring this case to bed, it would be Halstead and Lindsay. He had faith in the pair of them, even though it made him nervous having them around on this case.

He sat down on Olivia's sofa as she was in her bedroom tucking Noah into bed. He could hear her talking to him, telling the little boy how much she loved him.

The house was quiet apart from the sound of Olivia's shoes as they hit the flooring after every step she took. He turned once he realised she'd arrived in the room.

"Sorry about that." She spoke softly, not wanting to wake Noah.

Voight gave her a soft smile and moved over to give her more room on the sofa. She took the empty seat gladly, her day had been stressful.

"You look like you could use a good night's sleep." He told her, which she didn't disagree. She felt exhausted, even more so than usual. She felt horrible for every one of those woman, she wished that she could switch her thoughts off at night instead of trying to solve crimes in her head as soon as her head hit the pillow at night.

"We all could, but that doesn't mean we'll get it." She reminded him, leaning her head back against the top of the sofa. Voight looked down at his phone, checking on the time. He knew the plane would be landing soon.

"Are you sure you don't want to go and pick them up?" Olivia asked, unbeknown to him she'd been watching him. He turned and shook his head, he needed to stay put. Ever since he'd given her the word that Erin and Jay were flying up to help, she'd noticed a change in his mood. He'd seemed calmer, while at the same time he'd been a little on edge. She wondered if it had anything to do with who Erin had chosen to accompany her, her guesses were that it was exactly what he was worried about.

"They're shacking up together? You sure you trust them?" She joked, nudging his shoulder with her own. Erin had filled her in on Hank's suspicions for the pair, and she couldn't help but tease her fellow Sergeant. She needed to lighten to mood, and the room. It suddenly became very obvious to her how dark the room had become, with only a lamp to keep them from the pitch blackness,

She walked over toward the light switch, and watched as Hank shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness. It made her smile. She walked over toward him, grabbing hold of a cushion, she pulled it into her chest as she sat down beside him, his eyes watched every movement which in turn brought out a strange sense of insecurity.

"I take it Erin told you a little something about the pair of them?" He questioned her as soon as she'd returned to the seat beside of him. They couldn't do much on their case, not while their suspects were probably tucked up in bed, so what better way to spend an evening?

She shrugged, "You know me Sergeant, I don't give out private information." She smiled to assure him that she was only kidding. She ran her fingers up and down a frayed edge of her cushion, her eyes leaving his for a moment.

He chuckled to her delight, shaking his head in disbelief. "Is that how you're going to play this?" He asked her. "Erin is my family, I don't want her being screwed around with in house romances that don't go the distance. She's a good cop, I don't want her to blow that up."

"There's your problem." Olivia told him straight up. "You're not letting her make her own choices. If she wants to date him, then maybe you should let her. If it doesn't go the distance like you say, then she'll be the one to figure all of that out."

Chicago

Adam was confused, he didn't know where he was going so late in the evening, or why Alvin was taking him there, he had tried asking his partner for details, but of course he'd been rewarded with complete radio silence. The drive was a little bumpy and heck he wasn't used to sitting still. All he wanted was to know where they were headed and why, but clearly he wasn't going to get that answer from Alvin, who had that look in his eye. The one that read, "Don't bother asking, I'm not going to tell you."

As soon as the car stopped moving, Adam turned to Alvin and moaned an impatient "Finally!" Alvin shook his head and opened his door, walking out and around the car. He stopped and stared out at the river. Adam followed his lead, stopping beside of his partner, and friend. He tried to follow the older man's glance, but for him he was just looking at water. There was no significant value, no sentimental feelings attached.

"Al?" He finally asked, realising that there must have been a bigger reason for them both to be standing there. Alvin wouldn't have made the trip if it were just a mean of relaxation. "What are we doing here?" His voice hushed down to a meek whisper, he had caught onto the tone in the air, that something had happened there in the past.

"They found her body right over there." He pointed over to his left, beside a park bench. Adam's face fell at the realisation. He didn't know Alvin's relation to whoever was found in this spot, but he was piecing together that it must have been a close one.

"She was the wife of one of my oldest friends, this valentine killer that Voight's chasing over in New York, they've ruined the holiday for so many families." His voice was delicate, this was fresh for him and Adam could tell that it was hard for his partner to even be talking about it.

Alvin started moving, he walked until he finally stopped and stared down at the ground. Adam wasn't sure if he was supposed to follow, he'd never been in a situation like this before especially not with Alvin. Every joke he'd made on the way over, all the obscure guesses about their destination he was starting to deeply regret.

"The look on his face when I had to tell him what had happened." Alvin was nearing tears, choking them back as he spoke. Adam couldn't imagine the plagued memories that Alvin was now bringing to the surface, he'd never had to do that, never had the experience of losing someone he knew like that, to feel for someone in a case. It was awful to even imagine, and there his partner stood breaking right in front of him and he was rendered speechless.

"You don't want to ever have to do that." Alvin told him, turning back around. His hat was in his hands, his eyes were red, but dry. He signalled towards the car but Adam shook his head.

"Take a few minutes." He told him, walking over towards the edge of the water. He paused to pick up a rock, skimming it across the water in a smooth movement. Alvin needed time, and that's exactly what Adam could give him.

There was nothing fair about any of this, and Adam didn't know the right words to bring that fact aloud. He wanted this case to be over just as much as any of them, but even then there was no way to bring back the innocent people who'd be affected by these crimes, they were gone for good and that's what upset him the most.

February 2008

Hank's hand landed upon Alvin Olinsky's chest, he pushed him backward away from the crime scene with enough force to assure him he meant business.

Alvin wasn't having any of it. "What's your problem?" He demanded, trying to move past him. Voight shook his head, he wasn't giving in that easily. There was no way he was letting Alvin any closer to the body, he owed him that.

Voight had known Alvin a while, they hadn't always gotten along with the same crowds, but they were aware of each other's company. Which was why he knew straight away that Alvin was not going anywhere near that crime tape. The woman was sprawled in pieces, her body had been further mangled than the others and Voight didn't think Alvin could handle seeing her that way. His own stomach was already protesting his own involvement with this one.

"Hank!" Alvin's voice rose, he was angry now, which only pushed Voight harder. He gripped onto Alvin's bicep and roared his response.

"This is my crime scene, and I'm not asking you to leave." His chest popped out as he spoke, and Alvin didn't even flinch.

"Let me past." He counteracted, shoving past his fellow detective.

It was only when he spotted the face of someone he knew he realised why Voight had been so determined to dismiss him from the scene. His lip started to quiver and straight away he had to turn. He couldn't stand staring at her face as she laid there in the grass, her heart stripped from her chest, as his thrashed against his own. He locked eyes on Hank who gave him a knowing look.

He couldn't stay there a single second longer; if he did he didn't trust himself remembering how to breathe.

February 2015

Nick thoughtfully handed Amanda the coffee he'd picked up for her. She smiled and thanked him as they both walked along the sidewalk towards Daniel Obrey's residence. Daniel was Margot's boyfriend. His name was scribbled all over her school books, her room was filled with photographs of them together and he had been in her recent contacts on her cell phone.

They waited outside his front door, after Nick had knocked on it a couple of times. Amanda took in a deep breath. "This is rough, they're just kids." She shook her head, still struggling to get her head around it all. She'd studied the horrific crime scene photos all night, searching for clues but the photos brought her nothing but an upset stomach and the need to protect any future children she may or may not have.

A middle aged woman answered the door, her hair was a mess and her night gown swam over her small body. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept and Amanda couldn't help but feel for the fellow woman.

"Mrs Obrey?" Amanda asked, taking charge. The woman's eyes glazed over her as she looked up at the pretty detective standing in her doorway, this wasn't something she had been expecting to wake up to, especially not today of all days.

"I'm detective Rollins, and this is Detective Amaro, we'd just like to ask your son Daniel a few questions if that's okay?" Amanda's voice was soft, she always seemed to turn on her soft voice when she was working with families.

A teenage boy called out from somewhere in the house, assumedly Daniel. He was asking his mother what was going on. The woman turned around to call out to him, "It's the police honey, they're here to chat with you."

Daniel was starting to panic, he'd watched the detectives arrive outside of his bedroom window. He'd seen the movies, and the television shows. He was a suspect, he knew this. He couldn't be a suspect! He'd never hurt Margot, he was in love with the girl. He always had been, which was why when his mother let those two detectives inside, he had to fight the urge to run away, he knew that wouldn't go down well. Running always made you look guilty.

Amanda and Nick sat down in the Obrey living room, Mrs Obrey was busy in the kitchen fetching them some tea, even though Amanda had assured her they'd already had their morning caffeine fix.

Nick was watching Daniel, who was shaking like a leaf, he knew how hard it must be for the poor kid. He recognised him from the school, he'd been white as a ghost that morning and was looking no better now.

"We're not here to scare you, we just want to talk." Amanda told him, leaning forward in her chair to make eye contact. Daniel was scared, he could hardly even look at her. His internal monologue was cussing himself out, way to go Daniel! Now you look guilty!

"Were you the only one Margot was seeing?" Nick questioned him straight away, he could feel the tension in the air as Daniel's face changed. The teen obviously wasn't expecting that question, as he once again turned as white as a ghost.

His foot started outrageously tapping against the floor as he fought back tears. He hadn't done anything wrong, but his vast knowledge he'd accumulated from watching crime shows told him that he was toast, he didn't do it but it sure as hell looked like it. "I didn't hurt her! You have to believe me!" He cried out, tears streaming down his pale face. He could still hear his mother in the kitchen, but all he could think about was proving himself innocent, he'd worry about what she'd think about him being involved with 'that Margot slut' later.

"Hey, relax, we're not saying you did." Amanda assured him, reaching out to steady him. Her hand gripped his arm gently and Daniel started immediately calming down by her touch. They locked eyes and she nodded at him, reinforcing that he'd be alright.

"Margot was seeing someone else wasn't she?" Nick asked once Daniel had physically stopped moving, he was sitting still staring at the wall behind the two detectives, the photographs that hung on the walls calmed him, they were the perfect distraction.

"Margot didn't like being tied down, she said it was suffocating." He spoke with pain, Margot had been the love of his life, a love that she didn't have for him in return. She'd only allowed him to call her his girlfriend quite recently, she said it made her feel special, almost as special as the way her other lover made her feel.

Daniel's hands started shaking at the memories he held inside. He couldn't hold it in any longer. "One day I followed her after her ballet class, I knew that she was seeing someone but I needed to know who it was. I wanted to know what he had that I didn't. She went all the way across town, but when I saw whose house she went to, I was so angry. He's not attractive, he's old and I don't understand why she would want someone like that."

Nick and Amanda shared a concerned look. "How much older?" Amanda asked carefully.

"He's our Geometry teacher."

Erin let her arms drop back down to her sides, she'd just enveloped Voight in a hug. The minute she'd walked in, she'd noticed the familiar stressed look he wore across his face and it broke a little piece of her heart.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked her as soon as their embrace faltered, she searched his eyes, but he was locking her out.

Her arms folded neatly across her chest, Jay was talking to Olivia across the room and she could just see them past Voight's shoulder. "It was fine, you look like you haven't slept in a while." She noted, concerned for his health.

"I've slept, enough." He assured her, not wanting to talk about himself any longer. "Plenty of time to catch up after this case has finished." He told her, nodding towards Olivia and Jay. Erin followed him as he wandered over to the pair.

"Rollins and Amaro called." Olivia informed him, "The side-boyfriend was a teacher." She spoke regrettably. This case seemed to get worse every passing day, she was beginning to realise how thankful she would be once it was over, and all the sickos involved were locked behind bars for a long time.

"Are they going to talk to the teacher?" Voight asked her, wanting to be ready for their next move. Olivia nodded her head gently and looked over towards Erin with a warm welcoming smile.

"Sorry we keep meeting like this." She told her with a frail grin. Erin nodded her head, she understood what she meant. It was as though every time they met, they were digging deeper into cases that seemed unsolvable.

"Where do you need us?" Erin asked, sneaking a quick glance at Jay who was just as ready to get into it all as she was. They hadn't spoken much on the plane, after their argument the air between them had been tense but today was a new day and they were both ready to put it behind them for as long as they needed to. They wanted to solve this case just as much as anyone else did.

"We're going to need to find out everything we can about Daniel and Margot's internet histories. They're sending over Daniel's computer now, Margot's is already here." Olivia pointed toward Fin who was cussing at the laptop in front of him.

"What are we looking for?" Erin asked, the reunion with Voight had been a little more personal than professional. His debrief was somewhat brief.

"Dating sites, blog posts, Facebook anything you can find."

Erin and Jay both moved towards Fin, as Olivia and Voight disappeared into Olivia's office. Jay turned to Erin and sighed, "I thought you pulled me here to leave the office."

She rolled her eyes at his complaint, "You'll get your turn."