Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, I was on vacation before College starts back on Monday :(
I was honestly not sure what to do in this chapter, but I had to do something to get to the main part of the story. Anyways... As always thank you for the reviews/follows/faves, they really do keep me going. Enjoy! :)
After some more questioning and convincing that they really did have everything under control, Erin reluctantly agreed that they did indeed have it all under control.
"Alright, well I don't have a clue as to what you gave me but whatever it was, it has made me sleepy, which is weird considering I just slept like nine hours. Night." Erin told them as she made her way back up the stairs.
"Alright well I will be back here at seven in the morning, night Voight." Jay said as he headed towards the front door.
"Halstead, wait. It's late, and I have to be in the office early tomorrow to work on something, so you can stay… Par you sleep on the couch."
"That's really not necessary. The part about me staying the night, not the part about me sleeping on the couch, I mean where else would I sleep? I am going to shut up now. I love couches. Thanks Sarg."
Voight stood there with a blank but yet entertained look on his face as Jay kept digging himself a deeper hole.
"Goodnight Halstead." Voight said turning off the lights and heading up the stairs.
"Goodnight Sir." Jay said as he sat down on the sofa.
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Jay woke-up the next morning with a crick in his neck and an ache in his back. He mentally cursed himself and stretched, before he stood and made his way into the kitchen.
"I didn't wake you did I? I'm so sorry if I did, I tried to be quiet but how in the hell do you work this freaking toaster?"
"No, you didn't wake me. And I think it would help if the toaster was plugged into the wall there Linds." Jay laughed at the sight before him.
"Oh, don't even. You're the one to my knowledge, that does not even know how to make a proper pot of coffee!"
"Hey now, that was like once! Besides maybe I cannot make coffee but you absolutely die when I cook."
"Touché Halstead."
"So, how are you feeling?"
"Like I have spent the last few days high as a kite." Erin joked.
"Wow, you have seriously lost it, just how hard in the head were you hit?"
"Evidently pretty hard from what I have been told about the accident I caused but then again I was apparently being jealous and I died so what does it matter?" Erin said as she grabbed her food from the toaster before sitting in a chair across from Jay.
"Not this again, Er."
"Now is as good time as any Jay, might as well finish what we started."
"Fine. Where did we leave off… Oh yes, you Erin are a stubborn, thick headed, self-minded crazy blonde haired woman that is my partner and best friend who I am freaking crazy about! But she cannot seem to put her love life before her work life, so you are right what does it matter?"
"Jay… I mean it does matter. But, I think for the time being it is just best if we were to keep it professional or at least on friendly terms. I'm not saying I don't want you, because I do, but I just got out of rehab, I would just really appreciate it if you were just here for me." she admitted.
"And what makes you think I'm not here for you Er? I'm with you, every step of the way. We all are." he reassured her.
The rest of the morning went on lazily, Erin ate and went back to bed, while Jay worked on paperwork.
"What are you doing'?" Erin asked as she walked down the stairs, into the living room from her morning nap.
"Three guesses and the first two do not count." Jay laughed as he turned around from the couch.
"Paperwork?"
"Of course. You want to help?"
"Eh, sure."
"Erin I was joking."
"Well, I'm not. I am about to die of boredom. So what are you working on?"
"Fine. It's a case I've been working on for months, this guy' he said as he dug through the files on the table. 'is one Juan-Carlos Ramirez. The scum is suspected of all sorts of things, from drug distribution to sex trafficking to money laundering to attempted murder, if you can think of it, chances are he has done it."
"Ok, well why is he not behind bars?"
"That's where it gets tricky, it's practically impossible to catch the guy."
"What about undercover?"
"We are working on getting in, but it has been a tough process so far. He runs his business mainly from his upper class hotel in Oak Park, but he also distributes from his house in the East Side, out in Arlington Heights. So I am having to pick and choose which to investigate, since there is only one of me."
"But what if there's not?"
"Not what?" he asked confused.
"What if there was you and me?"
"Erin, I mean-"
"Ok, just hear me out. How close are you to getting in to the hotel business?"
"Pretty close, I have a second interview next week. Lindsay where are you going with this?"
"Ok, so if you were able to get access into the hotel side of things, what if I could get access to the home side of things. It has already been made clear that I won't be returning to work anytime soon, but what if I could work from home? The district can obtain a house near Ramirez, we go undercover as a couple, you get hired into his business and I run a 'business' from home, all the while we gather Intel to bring down this guy."
"I don't know Linds.' He said rubbing the back of his neck 'I like the idea, but it seems too risky, I mean why don't we just have someone else like Ruzek and Burgess go undercover instead?"
"You know why Jay! They are too green and they don't work together as well as you and me, we have done this a hundred times, and we are both familiar with how this works."
"Yeah, but we have never done an op for this long."
"Ok, if it makes you feel better, why don't we run this by Voight?"
"I don't know…"
"Just say yes."
"Ok, fine…" Jay sighed as he gave in.
The afternoon went by quick, Erin studying the case files, while Jay relaxed and watched a baseball game on T.V.
"How are we feeling?" Voight asked as he walked through the backdoor and into the living room a quarter after six.
"I'm Great!" Erin responded with a little too much perkiness in her voice and a sparkle in her eye.
"Ok, what's going on? I haven't seen you like this in years." Laughed Voight as he sat down on the couch next to Erin.
"Well, I have suggestion, more like an idea, but Halstead is on board and I am hoping that you will be too.."
Erin explained her idea to Hank, giving him a more detailed version than she had givin Jay.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I don't know Erin, I mean you just got back and got reinstated, and you were critically injured in a car accident…"
"Please, please, please, please? I promise not do anything against the doctors' orders, and this way I can stay home and heal and possibly get back into the field quicker as soon as the case ends." She begged, giving him a pouting lip.
"Fine, and just so you know the puppy face has never worked on me." Voight sighed "You can get up and go with me in the morning to the district so we can start on your background."
Over the next few days the Intelligence Unit worked around the clock on finalizing the details of the impromptu covert operation.
"Ok, so luckily the district was able to get a house on the same block as Ramirez. Voight is sending Mouse over to upgrade the security system, Olinsky and I will be going over tomorrow morning posing as movers, and Ruzek will be doing some landscaping by placing cameras outside the property. Here is the files on each of your backgrounds, study them as much as possible." Dawson informed them as he handed them each a manila file folder, as they sat in the empty bullpen.
"Who are our points of contact?"
"Roman will be posing as a mail-man daily and Burgess will be Erin's business partner who comes by about once a week to talk 'business'. Now, to get around you will have two cars, one will be Halstead's, a 2012 Chevy Silverado, and Lindsay you get a 2014 Shelby Mustang GT500. Please, please, please be careful, they are rentals." Dawson pleaded as he reluctantly handed over the keys.
"Aww, com'on! Why does she get the sports car?" questioned Jay.
"Not my decision, sorry. You will move in tomorrow evening, so be sure to pack everything you will need for at most a few months."
"Yes Dad." Erin joked as she got up to leave.
"One more thing, you will both need these,' he said as he reached into his pocket 'Congratulations, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Jacob and Erica Holden ."