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Chapter 2,

Jay stood in his kitchen, sipping slowly from a bottle of water. If he wanted to kick whatever it was he had, he knew he needed to drink fluids. He had just put Sophie down in her crib. She fussed the whole car ride, but she must have just been over tired, because it only took two minutes of rocking her before she fell into a deep sleep. He closed the bottle of water and returned it to the fridge. He decided a nap sounded pretty good, and he began to walk towards his bedroom when he heard an urgent knock at the door.

He hadn't been expecting anyone. Who even knew that he was home in the middle of the day? He walked towards the door, and opened it to reveal a very out of breath Kim Burgess. "Kim," he said slowly, with a foreboding tone. He knew right away what this was. She wasn't dead. If she was dead, Kim wouldn't look out of breath, she would attempt to be composed. And if she was dead, it probably wouldn't be Kim at the door. "What happened? Where's Erin?" He pulled Kim into the house, waiting for her to respond.

"She's at Chicago Med. She was shot. I'm here to watch Sophie. Adam is waiting in the car for you. Go." Jay looked out his door and into his driveway, and saw Adam sitting in the drivers seat of the car. Without another word to Kim, without his keys or wallet, without his coat, he ran towards the car.

Adam didn't say anything to Jay during the drive to the hospital, and for that Jay was grateful. He couldn't speak. He should never have left work. He shouldn't have left Erin without backup. They never go in without backup. He didn't know what happened, but he knew it was his fault. If Erin had gone to pick up Sophie, this never would have happened. He felt fine. He should have insisted that he could stay at work, that he wasn't sick.

He was going to be sick now, though. But it had nothing to do with the cold he was fighting, and everything to do with Erin lying in a hospital bed.

Adam pulled the car up to the Emergency Department entrance, and Jay jumped out. He immediately spotted his brother, "Will," he yelled across the busy room. In the corners of his vision, he saw Maggie and April giving him sad, pitying glances. At that moment, it occurred to him that maybe she was dead. Erin may not have been dead when she got here, but she might be dead now.

Will rushed over to his brother, immediately giving him all the information he knew. "Erin was shot in the shoulder, but the damage to the shoulder wasn't actually that bad." Will lead with the good news, ushering Jay to a chair as he spoke . "But on her way down, she hit her head. CT scans showed a bleed in her brain. She's in surgery now."

Jay collapsed in the chair, his head in his hands. He closed his eyes, shoving back the tears threatening to fall. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I hope so," Will placed his hand protectively on his brother's shoulder, more for himself than for Jay. He knew nothing would comfort his brother right now. "Let me take you to the ICU waiting room. That is where they are going to bring Erin after surgery, and the rest of the team is there."

Will walked with Jay to the ICU waiting room, where they joined the rest of the team. Jay walked towards Voight, who was sitting on a chair, his hands and clothes covered in blood, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

When Voight noticed Jay, he rose to his feet. He knew he owed Jay an explanation. This was his fault, after all. He let Erin go in alone. He modified the plan, but he had clearly done a piss poor job. "Jay," his usual low, gruff voice wavered, the hint of unsteadiness giving his feelings away.

Jay walked towards Voight and hugged him tightly. The evidence of Erin's injuries were displayed on Voight's hands, but with it was evidence that Voight had done everything he could to help her.

The team sat silently in the waiting room for what felt like hours. Finally, a doctor Jay didn't recognize approached the group. "Are you all the family of Erin-"

"Yes." Voight cut the doctor off. "I'm Erin's guardian." The doctor gave Voight a questioning look, and Voight realized immediately why...a thirty-three year old woman didn't exactly need a guardian. It was just habit. The last time he had been waiting for Erin in an ICU waiting room she had been 17, and he had been her guardian then.

"He's her father." Jay cut in. "I'm her husband. How is she?"

"The surgery was a success. Dr. Rhodes will come up shortly to discuss the surgery on her shoulder, but it was very minimal from my understanding. The brain bleed was very minor, and I was able to evacuate it fully." Jay immediately breathed a sigh of relief at the doctor's words. "That being said, I am going to administer medication to keep her intracranial pressure down, and I generally like to keep patients sedated for that. So I will administer a steady drip of sedatives, likely for the next 24-36 hours. If her pressures stay down, I will reverse the sedatives at that time and wake her up."

Jay's head was spinning with all of this information. Too overwhelmed to ask questions, he nodded his head and thanked the doctor.

"When can we see her?" Olinksy asked, from behind Jay.

"She is being brought to her room in the ICU as we speak. As I said, she won't be awake for at least 24-36 hours, but you are welcome to go and see her now. I can take you there." He turned and lead the group to her room. "I'll let Dr. Rhodes know where he can find you." The doctor said, and he left them alone to enter the room at their own pace.

Jay stepped in first. Aside from the sling covering her shoulder, and a small bandage towards the back of her head, Erin looked like she was sleeping. Back when Sophie was a baby, Jay used to take one of the night feedings to let Erin sleep. He used to come back to bed and watch Erin as she slept, she always looked most peaceful in the middle of the night. She looked peaceful now. He expected her to look uncomfortable, like she was in pain, and he felt was relieved knowing that she clearly wasn't. He moved to the side of her bed, and leaned down to kiss her. "Hi, Er." He whispered as he kissed her. "I'm here. I love you." He kept his cheek resting against her forehead for another minute before he pulled away, signaling that the rest of the team could come in and see her, too.

"Hey, kid." Hank walked over to Erin, and squeezed her hand in his. "You're going to be okay," He said, more to himself than to her. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, in a fatherly gesture he had done hundreds of times before.

While the rest of the team visited with his wife, Jay stepped out to call and update Kim. Sophie was up from her nap, and her and Kim were playing with Barbie's. "Soph must be in heaven," Sophie loved Barbies, and she loved when her Auntie Kim came over to play with her. "Thanks, Kim."

He hung up, just as Voight was walking out of Erin's hospital room. "I can stay with Erin," he began, "Or I can take Sophie tonight so you can. Up to you."

Jay thought about it. "Kim has everything taken care of for a while. I think I'll go home tonight. I want to see my daughter." He looked at Erin through the large glass doors of the ICU. "Can you take her tomorrow night? I want to be here when Erin wakes up." As the words came out, he realized that wasn't exactly fair to ask of Voight. But Voight nodded his agreement right away, and he turned back to Erin's room.

The next 24 hours passed uneventfully, as did the 12 hours after that. Late in the evening, the doctor came in to speak to Jay. Erin was stable, her pressures were good, and he finally felt comfortable weaning Erin off the sedatives. The doctor explained that the reversal would be slow, and Erin wouldn't likely wake up until the following day. Jay sat in the chair next to Erin's bed and held her hand, tears of happiness pooling in his eyes. He was so relieved to hear Erin would be okay. He hadn't slept since Kim had showed up at his door the day before, and he felt like he could finally breath. When the doctor left, he put his head down on Erin's bed, and within minutes he was asleep.

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The next morning, Voight dropped off Sophie at daycare and headed into the district. Sophie no longer had a fever, and the daycare agreed to take her after hearing what was going on with her mother. Jay had called him late last night updating him on Erin's condition, and informing him that Erin likely wouldn't wake up until later than afternoon, at the earliest. He texted the team, letting them know they were all to come in to work early the following morning.

By the time he got to the district, the rest of the team was already at their desks, waiting for further instruction. He looked over at Burgess and realized he probably should have given them a little more information in the message; she looked terrified that Voight had brought them in to give them bad news about Erin.

"Erin is being weaned off the sedatives now, everything looks good. She should be awake later today." He said, walking past all of them towards his office. "Everyone write out and sign your statements from the bust yesterday. I want everything wrapped up so we can head to the hospital by noon." He walked into his office, and closed the door. He watched through his door as everyone got to work, and he settled in to start his statement as well.

When he was halfway through, he allowed himself to look up at the frame picture sitting in the corner of his desk. It was a family photo, it had been taken at the park during one of the yearly police picnics. He had refused to wear the stupid t-shirt they told everyone to wear, but Camille, Erin, and Justin were all wearing the blue t-shirt proudly. There arms were all around each other and they were smiling up at the camera. Erin was seventeen in that picture.

He couldn't lose her. She was the only one left.

He shifted his gaze to the frame next to it. Erin had given him this frame for his birthday this past year. It held two pictures, side by side. The first was of him walking Erin down the aisle on her wedding day. The second, taken two years later, was a photo of him holding a very tiny Sophie in his arms. He smiled at the memory - Jay walking into the waiting room, with the biggest smile he had ever seen. It's a girl! It was the only time Voight could remember getting good news in a hospital.

He took a slow steadying breath and closed his eyes. He needed todays hospital visit to bring good news.