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S/N: Can I just say I freakin' love Derek Haas right now with all the Linstead Season 3 teasers he has been giving us! 3

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"Jay, thought we agreed never to meet like this." The middle-aged doctor said as he began assessing Erin and her injuries.

"Yeah, well what can I say, Lindsay here had other plans Alec." He dryly laughed, rubbing a dried bloody palm over his face as he talked to the old friend, before walking out of the trauma bay and towards a waiting room.

Doctor Willhite finished his assessment, ordering multiple and different types of scans and bloodwork, punching it in on the computer tablet in his hand before giving instructions to the interns and nurses.

"Well we will know more after the X-Ray, CT, and MRI scans but for right now I will tell you that she is lucky to be alive." Alec told Jay as he walked into a waiting room.

"What are we looking at?"

"Right now, I am not sure, we have her stabilized, and she is facing surgery to correct the possible skull fracture, it's hard to say if she needs surgery for any internal injuries, we won't know until we get the scans back."

Jay let out a sigh, unable to respond.

"I know that you are just her partner but, do you happen to know if she is on any medications?"

"No, not that I know of. She just got out of rehab earlier today, actually." Jay told him as he ran a hand over his exhausted face.

"Ok, well I am going put in a request for her charts and I will do everything in my power to get her back to intelligence, as you guys tried with Jules." He told Jay as he stood, placing a hand on his shoulder before walking out the door.

No more than five minutes after Alec had left, Jay began hearing mass chaos storming down the hall.

"Where is she? What the hell happened! Damn It! Someone tell me!" the gruff voice screamed at the nurses station.

"Voight." Jay said raspily as he stepped out from behind the half wall of the waiting area.

"What the hell Halstead? What are you doing here? How are you here before me?" Voight continued to yell as he stormed over.

"She was upset, ran a red light, the car rolled, she was entrapped, fifty-one rescued her, she died on the way in here, but was resuscitated." Jay told him plain as day, avoiding his questions and all the small details.

"Wha.. What are.. Is she gonna make it? What's her injuries?" Voight asked, composing himself and attempting to straighten out the mess of thoughts running through his head.

"Alec just came by and told me they will not know more until all the scans come back, but, the initial injuries are a possible depressed skull fracture, broken arm, a collapsed lung and probable internal bleeding. She is upstairs getting scans right now to tell us more, Alec said she will need surgery to fix her skull."

Voight placed a hand on his jaw, and stood there in the cubicle like waiting room, taking it all in, before he nodded and walked away without saying a word. Jay sat down in an uncomfortable green chair and placed his head in-between his arms, which were placed on his knees.

"Jay, what the hell man." He heard his brother say as he ran into the small waiting cubicle.

Jay couldn't help but laugh as he slowly raised his head. "Rachel answered the door."

"What?" Will asked confused.

"She thought that me and Rachel were.."

"Ohhh. Ok." Will realized as he sat down next to his brother.

"And she ran away. I was on the phone with her when she ran the red light. This is my fault. I killed the woman I love." He admitted as he dropped his head, letting a tear fall.

Will placed a hand on his brothers knee, "Bro, it's not your fault, you have no reason to beat yourself up, accidents happen. Now, I am gonna go and see what is going on and bring you back an update ok? So then we can get her back to one piece, so that way I can crash hers and yours future wedding, ok? Ok." Will said in encouragement, before walking away.

Jay pulled a hand over his face once more, before bringing it down and settling both of his hands in his lap, catching sight of the dried crimson blood that caked them both, the blood had dried into the wrinkles and pores of his hands, somewhat permeantly staining them. He ran a finger over the dried blood, small flakes began coming off. 'She's Coding!' he could still hear Brett yell, the words forever etched into his memory, the events that followed replaying as if on a permeant repeat. His hands pounding against her chest, 'one, two, three, come on Erin! You can't do this… eleven, twelve, thirteen, I need you please, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, what about our promise, huh? You don't make promises you can't keep twenty-nine, thirty,' the flashback of his silent thought was interrupted by the stampede of shoes running down the hall towards the waiting area, he quickly pulled his emotions together.

"Halstead, man what happened?" he heard Ruzek ask as he tried to catch his breath, jogging into view.

"Long story short, Car Accident, she lived, she died, she lived, and now we wait."

"How bad?" he heard the small voice of Kim Burgess ask.

There was no need for him to respond, you could see the damage on his exhausted face, his hands and clothes stained in blood.

"Where's Voight?" asked Antonio, looking around the room.

"He was here and then left, so I don't know. Alec told me about an hour ago that they were doing some scans, and he would be back with an update, and Will went about thirty minutes ago to go check on said update, so for right now it's a waiting game."

And with that they all slowly sat down, Atwater, Roman, and Mouse coming in a few minutes later. Ruzek could not stand to bear it he had to ask the question bugging him.

"When did she get back?"

"Today, I assume, I just talked to her yesterday at the clinic and she said nothing about getting released." Jay said as he leaned back into his chair.

"Well, do they know how the accident happened?" Dawson questioned.

"She ran a red light."

"Her? Run a red light? Come on, we all know that Lindsay is like the safest driver around unless we are in pursuit!" Ruzek said, not accepting Jays answer.

"Listen, I-" he began to say before seeing some of the people from house fifty-one walking down the hallway towards them. "Listen, Gabby, thank you so much I-" he started in, before being interrupted.

"Can I talk to you in the hallway for a sec?" Gabby asked.

"Umm, yeah, sure."

The two made their way into the hallway, walking away from the crowd in the waiting room.

"What do you wanna talk about?" Jay asked, his mind running in a million directions.

"She came to, for a few in the car."

"What! Was she ok? Was she in pain? Did she say anything?" Jay asked, his mouth running a mile a minute.

"Woah, slow down Halstead. She was ok, we had her heavily medicated so she couldn't really feel her injuries, but she was aware enough to remember what had happened."

"Ok?"

"I began asking her generic questions, how she was feeling, what hurt, and if she remembered how it had happened."

Jay stood captivated, as he listened to the former paramedic.

"She felt as though, if today was her last day, you deserve to know that she understands if you moved on, that you deserved it, she felt as though over the past ten months, the two of you had grown closer and maybe she was wrong. But sometimes just because you think you have moved on, your heart doesn't think the same. She wanted you to know she was headed to your place to make good on a promise?"

"Seriously?" he wryly laughed.

"Seriously."

"I… I don't know what to say." Jay said as he pulled Gabby into a hug.

"Hey, don't get all emotional on me, she is going to be fine. Now, if I had a hot piece of ass like that chasing me like you do, I would be praying to the high heavens for her to live." A confused Gabby laughed as she ruined the moment.

"Thanks?" Jay said, unsure of how to respond to the comment coming from his ex-girlfriend.

"You're welcome, now pull it together because here comes Alec." She said as they turned around.

"Ok. So she does have the depressed skull fracture, as we already knew, and she does have internal bleeding, she is on her way up to surgery now, I am headed up myself after I finish talking, I have Dr. Armada, coming in to handle her internal injuries with Will assisting and I will be handling the neuro side of things. We won't know anything else until we get in there."

"Thanks Alec." He said as they walked away, running into Voight and Olinsky who was stepping off the elevator.

"What did he say?" Voight stopped Jay noticing Alec walking away, as Gabby returned to the waiting room.

"They are taking her up to surgery to fix her skull and repair the internal injuries, they will not know more until they get in there." Jay told Voight and Olinsky as they walked towards the waiting room.

They took seats and began impatiently waiting. It had felt like hours, most of the people that had come in support, leaving. When only the members of Intelligence was left, they moved upstairs to the surgical waiting room. Jay finally got the nerve to wash off his hands and asked Adam for a spare t-shirt out of his car. After waiting another hour Jay began to study the team sitting around the room, Mouse had left, Burgess was passed out on Ruzeks shoulder, Atwater and Roman were playing on their phones, Voight and Olinsky had left once again and Antonio was trying his best not to kill Halstead who would not stay still, if he was not pacing he was bouncing his leg, the kid had very little patience. Dawson was about to speak up and tell Jay to stop once again, but was interrupted by the angry growl coming from their boss who had just come storming through the door, causing everyone jump.

"Halstead! This is all your fault!" Voight yelled as he pulled his fist back, Olinsky quickly pulling it down.

"Voight I-"

"You what? You didn't think that I wouldn't go to the impound yard and search her car? That I wouldn't find her cell phone? The phone that just so happened to have your number as the last call, which coincides with the time of the accident?" Voight yelled, pushing a finger into Jay's chest continuously, causing him to back into the wall.

"She-"

"I told you! I told both of you to keep it in your pants or transfer out of the unit if you want to play house, neither of you could listen and now look where it has gotten us! Her, lying practically dead, in the hospital Halstead!" The room fell silent, everyone in it besides the two causing the scene, seemingly in shock of the news being brought to light.

"No, you cannot-.' Jay started out speaking silently, now it was his turn 'You told us, yes, and we obeyed your rules until she got the job with the task force, but then she decided to end it out of respect for you. I was willing to come clean, Voight, but there is no point in holding a grudge over something that happened over a year ago. Before she went to rehab we made a promise and last night she came over and seen things that caused her to get the wrong impression. Yes, I was on the phone with her when the accident happened, she was telling me about her return and we were just talking. So you have NO right to jump down my throat with both feet until you know the whole story. Ok?!" Jay yelled in Voight's face before making his way to the stairs, quickly going down the fourteen flights before walking out the doors to his car, which one of the firefighters had brought to the hospital.

He had been sitting there for about thirty minutes, letting the stirred-up dust settle between him and Voight before he re-entered the building, when he received a text from Will "she's out of surgery, in the ICU, room 1513, if you want to see her, will meet you up here." Jay quickly got out of his car, and made it up to the fifteenth floor, running into Voight as he stepped off the elevator.

"Listen Halstead, I just want to-"

"Voight, don't sweat it, we were both just looking after Erin and now it's water under the bridge, all that matters is Lindsay."

Voight threw his hand out in front of him, not saying a word.

Jay shook his bosses hand, before they both walked into the small room.

In the center of the room, back up against the right-hand wall, was a hospital bed, on either side tables, on the left side a reclining chair with a window behind it, and directly across the room was a small sink and vanity, with the bathroom in the back left-hand corner. But, the room didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was the small, fragile, pale figure lying in the bed. Her head was heavily bandage with little pieces of dirty blonde hair sticking out in random places, her right hand was in a hard black cast, the rest of her body covered but they could only assume that the rest of her body was just as covered in the thick gauze. She looked somewhat peaceful aside from the scratches and bruises that lined the visible skin, a breathing tube running down her trachea pumping Oxygen into her sedated body, the sound of the heart monitor beeping emitting the sound of her heartbeat, relieving them that she is alive.

Jay let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding and Voight stood there taking it all in, the familiarity of the hospital rubbing him the wrong way. Voight sat down next to the bed, Halstead in the window as they waited for something, whether it be her wake-up or someone come in to talk to them. The sound of footsteps after waiting for what seemed like days -which had only been thirty minutes- pulled them out of their thoughts.

"Let me guess, Jay, you were counting heart beats, and Voight you were talking to her in your head, correct?" Will guessed as he walked into the room with an older man.

"Shut It." Jay told his older brother, speaking what was on both the men's minds.

"Fine, Dr. Armada, this is my brother Detective Jay Halstead and their boss Sargent Hank Voight." Will introduced.

"How is she?" asked Voight, the same words fixing to leave Halsteads mouth.

"It seems as though Miss Lindsay is very lucky, she had a depressed skull fracture which we repaired with two plates and six screws; a broken right radius which we set and casted; her internal injuries were sustained to the liver, kidneys and lung, which we repaired; she also has several bruised ribs; we also stiched her skin on her right thigh. Oh and as you can see she has multiple cuts, scrapes, and bruises."

"When can we expect her to wake-up?" Jay asked.

"We currently have her in a medically induced coma, to allow her body time to heal. We will start weaning her off sedation here in a few hours, the process will take a few days."

"What's Recovery time looking like?" Voight questioned.

"I want to make sure that there will be no complications but once she gets released she will need to stay with someone for a few days, until she can safely get back on her feet, I then will need to see her twice a month for six months for a CT scan to check on progress. She will be able to return to desk work after six months, and pending my approval she can return to active duty in a year."

"Yeah, she's not going to like that.." Jay thought out loud.

Voight chuckled, "You're telling me, she just got reinstated last night."

"Well, she is more than welcome to spend her time at a gun range, but I will not clear her until I see her fit for duty." Dr. Armada told them both.

"Thank You Doctor." They told the man before he walked out the door.

"Listen, visiting hours are over but I might be able to pull a few strings for you guys, just page me if anything changes."

"Thanks Will." Jay said as he gave his brother a hug.

"No need to thank me, you are the one that saved her life Jay." Will said before walking out of the room.

Voight stood there with questioning eyes, staring Jay down.

"It's a good thing that they require us to take CPR every two years boss." Jay stated as he returned to sit on the air conditioning unit in the window.

"Listen, I have got to go home, anything happens call me, if you don't you will find yourself in the bottom of the canal." Voight said, walking out of the room.

With that Jay got up and moved to the semi-comfortable chair, 'at least it's cushioned' he thought to himself as he got comfortable.