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"Detective Jay Halstead of Intelligence I presume? I am Detective Mark Sullivan with Narcotics, I suppose you are wondering as to what I am doing here? Well, I have been sent an anonymous surveillance video and circumstantial evidence of Miss Erin Lindsay, of her distributing and selling narcotics to an undercover federal agent, as well as attempted first degree murder and kidnapping."

"You have got to be kidding me? This is a joke right?" Jay asked as the man flashed his credentials which was hiding behind his jacket "When? Who?"

"I can tell you the when but not who as the investigation is still ongoing, the dates are within the past eight months."

"You really need to do your research detective, or else you would have known that she has been in Iowa in rehab for the past eleven months." Jay began laughing in the mans face.

"That may be, but I do have circumstantial evidence showing that Ms. Lindsay-" the greenhorn of a cop began.

"First of all, it's Detective Lindsay, not Miss Lindsay. Secondly, she's fucking unconscious! What is the purpose of handcuffing her?"

"I-" the man started

"You what? You don't have a clue do you?" Jay said, trying not to yell to avoid keeping the nurses on his bad side. "Remove the handcuffs."

"I'm sorry but-"

"If you won't, I will." Jay said as he got in the detectives face, shoving a finger into his chest.

"And if you do not remove your finger off of me, I will arrest you for assault de-tect-ive." The snide man quickly fired back.

Jay slowly removed his finger from the man's chest, keeping his face so close to Detective Sullivan's that Jay could still smell the garlic of cheese fries on the young man's breath.

"That's what I thought." The man greedily said.

"Listen, you need to go back and get your facts straight before you EVER step foot back into this hospital. Do I make myself clear?" Jay said pointedly as he removed the handcuffs from his partners' cataleptic hand with his own keys, throwing the metal restraints at the mans face.

"Oh, I will be back Detective." Sullivan said as he caught the handcuffs, before walking out the door.

"I will count on it, and you can count on me and my people." Jay said quietly with a smile on his face as he pulled out his phone.

"Voight, hey, you might want to get down here, we have a problem…" Jay spoke through the phone as he ran a hand through his muddled hair.

No more than ten minutes later, a worried Hank Voight came speed walking into the small hospital room. The worried look on his face soon leaving as he seen that his pseudo-daughter was still in the same condition that she had been in for the past four days.

"What is it Halstead?"

"Erin was arrested. I stepped out to take a shower before I got banned from the place and when I came back a greenhorn from Narcotics was in here chaining her down to the bed."

"Under what circumstances?"

"The selling and distribution of narcotics to an undercover federal agent and attempted first degree murder and kidnapping."

Voight rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his jaw, going into a deep thought.

"But wait, here's the kicker, he claims that this all happened within the past eight months."

Voight let out a slight chuckle, 'damn rookie is trying to get his first big case' he thought to himself.

"What are we gonna do Voight?" Jay asked as he paced what little room there was.

"We are not going to anything, the damn rookie doesn't know who he is messing with. You are going to stay here and let me handle this."

Jay nodded his head, knowing that Voight has his way and connections, this was one of the few times he was more than willing to turn his head.

Voight accepted what he assumed was Jays acknowledgement and walked out the door.

Voight headed back to the precinct, making his way upstairs, as he reached the top, he seen the members of his unit trying to wrap up the case that they were rudely handed by the Gangs Unit.

Voight attempted to walk back to his office quietly, trying not to disturb so he would not be pestered with a mountain of questions, but he ultimately failed.

"Hey boss, any news? Is she awake?" Ruzek asked as he looked up from the pile of paperwork, the other members quickly raising their heads to see their boss.

He thought about what route he could take, he could just tell them that she had not woken up but that they needed him to sign some stuff, since Halstead has no relation to Erin or he could tell them the truth.

"She's still the same." Voight said with disappointment, hoping that they would drop the conversation.

"Well then why did Halstead call you down there for?" Antonio asked joining in.

"It seems as though we have a problem, some greenhorn down in Narcotics is wanting to gain rank and earn a set of balls, and is investigating Erin for the selling and distribution of narcotics to an undercover federal agent and attempted first degree murder and kidnapping." Voight said as he stepped to the front of the room.

The room full of detectives had a look of shock and amusement on their faces, before they busted out into a fit of laughter.

"You're kidding right? Who does this kid think he is?" Antonio said attempting to regain control over his emotions. "Let me make a few calls to some old buddies and I will try an find out what this guys agenda is."

"Well, there is something else, according to Mr. Mark Sullivan, this all took place eight months ago."

"That's not possible, I mean does this guy even do his homework? How could she be here, Chicago and in Iowa at the same time?" Atwater voiced.

"You're telling me, the kid's got guts I will give him that. So, since we have just about wrapped this case up, I want me, Al and Dawson to work on this Lindsay thing, and the rest of you to finish up your paper work on this case." Voight said as he walked into his office.

He sat down behind his wooden desk, 'Where do I start?' he thought to himself, letting out a sigh as he picked up the phone, 'might as well start with the head of the department..' he decided as he punched in the number.

"Sargent O'Malley speaking." He heard a coarse voiced man say on the other side.

"O'Malley, this is Voight over at the 21st."

"Hank, long time no speak, last time we spoke Regan was in office." The man said laughing.

"Very funny O'Malley, it just so happened we spoke when the first Bush was in office." Voight joked back.

"Well, I know you did not call to exchange pleasantries and get caught up in life, what can I help the Intelligence unit with?"

"Well, it seems as though one of your rookies has arrested my daughter."

"Which one of my boys would that be?"

"Sullivan."

"Ahh, yes. He… he is quite the… beginner, eager to prove himself. I didn't even know you had a daughter Hank, what's her name?"

"Lindsay. Detective Erin Lindsay, she's not my biological daughter, it's a long story. But it seems as though your detective needs to learn how to do his background checks, because she has not even been in Chicago let alone the state of Illinois within the past eight months."

"Did you say Detective Erin Lindsay? I thought she quit over a year ago."

"She took a leave of absence, and went to Iowa eleven months ago, she returned four days ago, was reinstated and got into a severe car accident, is currently unconscious, and Detective Sullivan felt the need to handcuff her to the bed. Now, you tell me how she could be accused of such ludicrous acts that happened eight months ago when she has been gone for eleven months?"

"Let me get back to you Hank, and I will find out what I know." The other man said before hanging up the phone.

"Yeah, you will get back to me all right…" Voight said aloud, knowing that it was highly unlikely that he would be hearing back. His thoughts was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, boss. I just got off the phone with a buddy of mine that works over in Narc. He said this Sullivan guy –you aren't going to believe this- he wants to get into Intelligence." Dawson informed his boss.

"Really now. Did he say why?"

"Nope. Not a clue."

"Well, lets go see what this idiot wants." Voight said as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his leather chair. "Where can we find Mr. Sullivan?"

It did not take long to find the rookie, he was eating lunch at his favorite burger joint.

Voight and Dawson made it to the diner, just as Sullivan had gotten his food and was scrolling through his phone. They quietly snuck in, sliding into the booth across, Sullivan none the wiser until Voight cleared his throat.

"Shit!" the man yelled attempting to not choke on his food, as he dropped his burger to the plate.

"Mark Sullivan, Detective Mark Sullivan correct?" Dawson asked.

"Speaking, barely, and you are?"

"This is Sargent Voight, I am Detective Dawson from over at the twenty-first, Intelligence Unit."

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! It is a pleasure to meet you." The young man acknowledge as he wiped his greasy palms on his suit pants before extending it over the table.

"I would say likewise, but you are currently at the top of my hatred list." Voight gruffly spoke.

"Really? I mean, we just met." Sullivan responded as he retracted his hand.

"Listen, there are rules when it comes to Voight and you have just broken rule number four."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Erin Lindsay." Voight spoke up once again, attempting to control his temper that was quickly rising.

"That is confidential."

"Not anymore, so unless you want to end up at the bottom of Lake Michigan I suggest you start talking. And fast." Said Antonio.

"All I will tell you is that she is suspected of those crimes, there is circumstantial evidence supporting the crime and we have a credible witness."

"How about you take a look at this tape, and get back to me?" Dawson said sliding the disc over the table.

"What? You probably doctored the footage somehow, why should I?"

"We did no such thing, that is why it is still sealed in the case, if you take a look at the disc, you will find everything PROVING that Lindsay had nothing to do with what you are accusing her of, now I expect to be hearing back from you in the form of an apology to her, me and her partner." Voight said as he slid out of the booth, heading towards the door.

"Just a thought, but if you want to get into Intelligence that badly, you don't mess with the Sergeants daughter." Antonio added as he followed Voight out the door.

"Da-daughter?" he sat there dumbfounded.

Meanwhile back at the hospital, Jay received a text from Voight. 'It's taken care of.' He read aloud.

Jay let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back into the chair.

"You hear that Er? We told you that everything would be ok, I would never let anything happen to you." He said as he got up, placing a kiss on her forehead, as he was sitting back down, he felt a light tug on the hem of his shirt, looking down he caught glimpse of a hand holding onto his shirt.

"Erin? Lindsay, hey can… can you hear me?" he asked as he quickly stood back up, taking her hand into his, leaning over the bed, hope lacing his fatigued voice as he looked towards the woman lying in the bed. He stood over her a few minutes, searching for any signs of life, only to have disappointment, going on to assume that it was his imagination.

"You're such a tease." He breathed as he let out a sigh, sitting back into the chair.

"You would know Halstead." He heard a small raspy voice speak from the bed.

"Er? I knew I wasn't imagining things." He spoke, jumping up from the chair, looking into the green eyes that melt him, the eyes that he had been longing to see, over the past four days.

"No, you're not." She told him as she attempted to sit up, grimacing at the pain, forcing her to lay back down.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." He said, helping her into a sitting-up position, kissing the knuckles of her left hand as he sat down next to her "Are you ok? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"

"I'm as good as one can be Halstead. I mean I was just in a car accident."

"So you remember?" he asked as he dropped her hand.

"I remember bits and pieces."

"Like?" he said curiously, wanting to know if she remembered her showing up at his door, and that the car accident was his fault in the first place.

"Can we talk about this later? I just really could use a glass of water right now."

Jay nodded his head in acknowledgement, agreeing that now was not the right time. He got up off the side of the bed, walking over to the vanity, grabbing her the requested cup of water. He handed her the cup full, which she graciously accepted.

"Better?" he asked as she finished the last sip.

"Much. Thank you." She told him as she pulled the covers up over her chest and lowered her bed back down into a comfortable sleeping position. She laid there attempting to toss and turn back and forth, unable to fall asleep even though she had plenty of medicine in her system to knock her out. She finally gave up and let out a big sigh.

"I give up." She said aloud as she stared up at the ceiling, beginning to count the tiles.

"What?" Jay asked, as he continued to watch amusedly as he had been doing for the past thirty minutes.

"I hate hospitals, with a passion and now I am remembering why."

Jay chuckled at her remark, "Glad to know that my couch is not the only place you cannot fall asleep comfortably on." he said, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Well maybe you should get a softer couch, and not one that feels like a bed of rocks and nails, then maybe we will talk." She joked.

"Like you're one to talk! Your couch gives me a stiff neck and an aching back." He laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me." She retorted crossing her arms over her chest.

They sat there in silence for a few more minutes, Erin going back to her tossing and turning.

"Sleep with me?"

"What? I'm pretty sure we have been there and done that, already Linds. Several times now, infact." Jay laughed, taking her question the wrong way.

"You know what I mean, will you please get into this damn bed with me."

"Why Erin, I have been watching you toss and turn for the past forty-five minutes, never thought you would be begging for me to hop into bed with you." He joked, kicking off his shoes.

"It's just.. I don't know, I seem to sleep better with you around." She said biting her lip, holding back a smile, as she slowly moved across the small hospital bed.

Jay bit his cheek, attempting to hold back the smile that was forming on his lips.

He crawled onto the small bed, pushing his body up next to Erin's keeping in mind her internal injuries that were still healing, he placed a kiss on her shoulder, rubbing his right hand up and down her right arm, and after a few minutes he heard her breathing even out and slow. He too soon found sleep calling his name, as he had comfort that she was alive, that she was going to live, but the guilt in the back of his head only allowed for a small amount of sleep. He laid there dozing off and on for what felt like minutes but was actually hours, hearing footsteps in the room he awoke from his slumber.

"Now, this… This is an improvement Mr. Halstead." He heard his favorite soft spoken nurse say as she walked throughout the room.

"Evening Jessica. How are you?" Jay whispered as he lifted his head to see the older nurse walking over to the edge of the bed.

"I'm good. How's Ms. Lindsay?" she asked as she stepped over to check her vitals.

"I am sore." Came the raspy voice laying beside Jay.

"Ms. Lindsay, I am glad to see that you are awake. Has anyone been by since you got up?" the nurse asked as she went after the electronic tablet on the cart outside the room.

"Nope. I got up around… four this afternoon?"

"Ok, that was about four hours ago, let me go get a doctor and we will explain everything to you." She told them before walking out the and down the hall. Five minutes later she returned with a man in a white coat.

"Detective Halstead.' The man acknowledged as he walked into the room. 'Ms. Lindsay, glad to see that you are awake. I am Doctor Armada, I am going to go ahead and give it to you straight, you are lucky to be alive. You have been unconscious for the past five days, two of the five you were in a medically induced coma. Now in most cases, with the similar type of injuries to yours, they do not make it. You were in a car accident, where the car rolled somewhere around five times, if I am not mistaken. You were not buckled, which caused you to end up in the floorboard in the back of the vehicle. You sustained multiple life-threatening injuries and arrived to Chicago Med with a depressed skull fracture, an exposed artery in your right leg, a broken right radius, and a collapsed lung, as well as internal bruising and tearing to your kidney, liver, and lung."

Erin sat there in shock, trying to take in everything that he had just said. Jay stood beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, I have already told Detective Halstead and Sergeant Voight this but pending no complications once you are released you will need to stay with someone for a few days, until you can safely get back on your feet, I then will need to see you once a month for six months for a CT scan to check on progress. You will be able to return to desk work after six months, and pending my approval you can return to active duty in a year."

"One year?!" Erin practically screamed.

"I'm sorry, but that is the normal recovery time for anyone that has sustained this type of head injury. You are allowed to go to the gun range here in a few months though, pending mine and your sergeant's clearance."

"Thanks doc." Jay acknowledged, as Erin was still processing the doctors' orders.

"If you have any questions I am on-call tonight, or just ask Alec or Will." He said as he walked out the door.

"One Year?! I have already been gone eleven months and then this happens." She thought aloud.

"Hey, it will all be ok. You're not alone in this." Jay said as he lightly squeezed her hand, sitting down onto the bed next to her.

She quickly let go of his hand and turned her head.

"Lindsay, are you ok?" he asked as he brushed his hand against her arm.

"No, Jay. I'm not." She told him, her face still turned away from his. 'Would you be? I mean I just got reinstated after being gone for almost a year! And I just got told it will be another year before I can return.' she thought to herself.

He could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces as it was thrown onto the floor, the temperature in the room dropping, becoming as cold.

"Hey, look at me. What's going on?" he said, only to get no response.

"Er, look at me." He said once again as he lifted his hand, placing his index finger under her chin, turning her head towards him.

"What do you want Jay?' she asked as he noticed the tears in her eyes. 'You shouldn't even be here right now! Shouldn't you be at home with the girl that's in your apartment? I think that it would be better if you left, you were here to see that I lived now your little conscious can relax, seeing as you caused this mess in the first place. So go fucking home to that fucking goddamn chick that answered your door." She spatted as turned her head away from him.

"She's nothing to me."

"Well she certainly looked like she was something to me, I don't want to mess up whatever you two have going on so why don't you just go the fuck home."

"I can't go home."

"And why is that?"

"Because she's not you."

"Oh bullshit, Jay. I was gone for eleven months, I am a big girl, I understand if you moved on."

"Oh my God Erin, Just- Why do you make this so difficult! Ok, listen the girl in the apartment is Will's girlfriend Rachel, she works most nights down in the E.R and had a night off so Will asked if I could take her out to a nice restaurant and stay with her so she wouldn't have to wait alone till he was able to get off work."

"Oh…" she said, as she felt her cheeks redden. "I guess I should have asked."

"Maybe Er, but see that's your problem, you don't think before you leap." He told her as he paced the room. "You died Erin. I watched them insert a tube into your chest and wheel you into the ambo. Then one minute I was talking to you, begging you not to die because I don't know what I would do without you and that I… And then I tried to resuscitate you Erin, Brett couldn't, the AED couldn't, and so I pounded on your chest for eight minutes Erin. You were dead for eight minutes, before they brought you back to life. I have been sitting here for the past four days telling you some of my deepest secrets and fondest memories."

"I-" she began.

"Am I interrupting something?" they heard a gruff voice ask, coming from the door.

"Jay here has said that one day when I get somewhat better, we will go to the shooting range as soon as I get out of this hellhole, so that I can prove who the better shot is." She lied as she punched Jay in the shoulder with her good hand and knocked him off the bed, giving him a look that they will finish this conversation later.

"Hey, kid." Voight said as he walked over giving her a hug.

"Hey, so I guess I won't be back to work for a while..." she said disappointedly

"You, let me worry about that…" he said with a grin on his face.

She returned the grin, and once again began to feel the effects of her medicine taking control over her body, her eyelids growing heavy.

"Hey, why don't you close your eyes and get some rest, and we will talk later?" Voight bargained, noticing Erin growing sleepy.

She nodded her head and Jay helped her pull the covers back up. She was almost asleep, but was still conscious enough to hear the conversation between her boss/pseudo-father and her partner.

"So, what did Sullivan want?" Jay asked quietly, thinking that Erin was asleep.

"You're not going to believe this, the kid wants a damn spot in intelligence."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, and he thought that he could get in by investigating Erin, the kid did no background research before looking into her."

"What a dumbass."

"Well, me and Dawson had a little heart to heart with the man, and we should be hearing back from him anytime now.." Voight said as he glanced at his watch.

'I need to ask them what the hell is going on.' She thought to herself as she felt sleep grasping at her. 'Maybe tomorrow.'