Disclaimer: I do not, nor do I claim to, own anything (or one) from Chicago PD. All who you might recognize are likely from the show, I only own my original characters.

Snow fluttered happily by the hospital windows, lavishly coating each pane of glass with a chilly residue. The sun had set long ago, and even with the Chicago skyline the outside world seemed just a bit darker. The small room was cold, seemingly keeping in touch with the weather.

A loud, consistent beeping stirred Lauren from her medically induced slumber. She blinked her green eyes slowly, taking in the horrendously pale white walls that surrounded her. Her eyes moved toward the window, watching the light snow fell onto a large tree that sat just outside her room. Her breathing increased and suddenly memories of the warehouse flashed in her mind and she bolted upright, crying out when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

"Miss Evans," a balding man dressed in a white coat rushed into the room, his hands pressing her back into the bed with a stern look, "you can't be so rash with your movements- you've only come out of surgery."

"Surgery?" Her voice sounded foreign. She glanced to her arm and winced when she noticed the needles and tubs connected to her.

He nodded and used his pointer finger to push his glasses up farther onto his nose. "Yes. Do you remember being stabbed?"

She narrowed her eyes angrily at the man. "Of course I do, William and Paulie kidnapped me-" she stopped mid-sentence. "Ella and the twins," she whispered. " I want to see them."

"And you can," he comforted. "We just need you to answer some questions-"

A swift knock at the door interrupted him. Both Lauren and the doctor looked toward the sound, surprised to see Voight lumbering in the doorway. "I think she's had enough talk for one day, doctor." He ambled into the room. "Go tell her sister she's awake."

"Detective, I-"

Voight stepped closer to the man, "Go."

Quickly the man turned and sped out of the room, his coat flapping loudly in the wind behind him.

"Voight," Lauren motioned him closer, beckoning him by wagging her finger toward herself. He moved slower than she thought he was capable of and silently stood by her beside. She noticed that he discarded his badge and signature leather jacket, as he stood before her in a dark flannel and jeans.

Her throat constricted with emotions, so she looked away from him. "How can I ever thank you?"

"I was just doin my job," he jammed his hands into his pockets. He nodded his head slightly and tightened his jaw. "Listen, I shouldn't have ran you out that night-"

She shook her head and grabbed his wrist. "Please. I wouldn't be here if not for you and your crew, neither would Ryder and Katie."

Lauren watched him, his eyes uncomfortably darting around the room. "Hank," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. "Thank you."

"Of course," he nodded, a small smile on his lips. He placed his hand on hers, which was still holding onto his wrist tightly, and pat it lightly. "Your sister's just outside, I'll go get her."

"Okay."

Her family rushed inside the doors, all with their own smile. The twins climbed into bed with her- Ryder was by her left side, Katie on her right- Ella sat at her feet and just stared at her baby sister, tears falling freely onto the bed.

"Laurie," her lip quivered violently. "How ya feelin'?"

Lauren forced a smile and lightly squeezed the children's hands. "Best I have in a while," she said softly. "Everything's okay now, El. Nothing bad can happen to us anymore."

Ella smiled through her tears, "Yeah." She moved closer to kiss Lauren's bruised face lightly, then pulled her red hair into a loose bun that perched on top of her head. Lauren felt her lips against her ear, "Your boy's outside waiting on you."

Lauren couldn't fight the painful smile that overtook her face. "Really?"

"Yeah, he's been here since they brought you in. He's a real sweetheart, Lauren- he's helped with the kids the entire time."

"Could you?" Lauren didn't have to finish the thought- Ella had already grabbed the children by their hands and lead them into the hall. She turned and gave Lauren a wink before continuing down the hall to retrieve the man who'd been on Lauren's mind from the day she met him.

After a moment of waiting she heard a low cough from the hallway, drawing her eyes to the source. Justin entered the room, his head hung low and just like his father, his hands were shoved deep into his pockets. He sat in the chair at her beside, his eyes never leaving the floor.

"Justin?"

He inhaled deeply, then as if she were dead he glanced to her. "Hey," he said quietly.

"You alright?" She asked calmly.

A small, nervous chuckle erupted from his throat, "I think I should be asking you that question."

"I'm fine," she assured and attempted to sit up to prove her claim. She pushed against the bottom of the bed with her feet and quickly rethought her actions. "Could, uh, could you help me?"

He rushed to her side and slid his arms around her, gently pulling her into an upright position. Her breathing hitched when she noticed the small distance from his face to her own.

"You okay?" He asked quietly, staring deep into her eyes.

She nodded breathlessly, "Yeah."

She watched his pale blue eyes flicker to her lips before licked his own.

"Justin," she whispered, her hand gripping onto the fabric of his sleeve, "please."

He leaned in ever so slowly, capturing her lips in the sweetest, most gentle kiss she'd ever been the recipient of. His large hand gently caressed the nape of her neck, his fingers crawling into her hair softly.

"Your dad is going to kill us," she whispered against his lips.

His breathy chuckle warmed her heart. "I don't care, Lauren. The only thing I care about right now is taking care of you."

Those are the words I've been longing to hear.

A/N: Aw, they're reunited! A huge thank you to busybeekisses19- without your constant words of encouragement I think this story would have died within the first few chapters! And for the rest of you, leave some reviews! Feedback keeps me going, guys!