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Chapter 10

Lindsay and Halstead carpooled to work, but resumed their routine of maintaining distance between each other once they arrived in the Intelligence Office. Both of them could only imagine what the various people in the unit, not to mention the precinct, would say.

Platt will probably never let us hear the end of it. At least we don't have to take orders from her, Halstead thought. At a similar moment, Erin thought to herself, God, I hope Voight doesn't do anything crazy.

Everyone in the unit exchanged their casual good mornings, and once everyone was seated Lindsay's desk phone rang. She picked up, and it was Sargent Platt downstairs.

"Hello, Lindsay, could you please come down and buzz Burgess in for me?"

Lindsay sighed, her eyes wandering around the room. "Sure thing. Be right there." She hung up the phone, and yelled behind her, "Be right back!" as she headed down the stairs.

"Morning, Burgess," she said (trying to pull off a smile) as she buzzed Burgess into the Intelligence area and proceeded to walk slightly in front of her up the stairs. "Morning," Burgess replied. She sensed that Lindsay wasn't in the talking mood, so she didn't say anything until Voight greeted her in the main area.

"Hi Burgess," he said in his natural, low tone of voice.

"Morning, Sargent," Burgess replied, placing her hands in her pockets. Before she could ask, What are we doing today, Voight brought a thick manila file out from his office, opened it, and began to flick through it. His phone rang, though, before he could pull anything out of the file. All the detectives and officers sitting in the room couldn't see anything written on the outside of the file. So they just waited, in awkward silence, while Voight picked up his phone. "Voight," he said, using his traditional, concise phone greeting. He listened for a while, and then said, "Alright," hung up, and dumped the manila file back in his office.

"Rolling out as soon as possible," he ordered. "Murder down on Drake."

"Gang related?" Halstead asked, curious.

"Guess we'll find out when we get there," Voight said as he went into his office to get his protective vest. When he turned around and saw that his team wasn't moving very quickly, he shouted, "Let's go!" and made everyone hustle out of the room. Once everyone had their protective vests on, they walked out to their cars. As Halstead and Lindsay both approached the driver's side of their car, Halstead blocked Lindsay's way. "I'm driving," he said assertively.

Lindsay, not wanting to create suspicion, silently agreed, nodded, and sat on the passenger side of the car. Once they were on the way towards Drake, she asked, "Why, exactly?"

Jay looked at Erin out of the corner of his eye. "I want you to take it easy."

"This job doesn't exactly allow for taking it easy," Erin replied, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. "And you just missed the turn for the main boulevard."

"I know a shortcut," Jay replied, "That'll get us to Drake faster."

"Fine, I just would have taken the main boulevard."

"Why?" Jay asked. "You'd have to drive fast through more traffic."

"I like driving where there are lots of people."

Jay nodded, reminding himself that Erin was experiencing a lot of hormones. "Fair point," was the reply he decided upon.

The Intelligence Unit had finished with their paperwork less than three hours after arriving at the crime scene. The shooting had turned out to be gang-related, but Voight had a contact with the accused gang and they had claimed responsibility for the crime. Halstead was thankful for Voight's contacts a lot of the time because they made the job easier, but Voight still made for an interesting boss.

After everyone was seated at their desks again, Jay received a text from Erin, who was sitting across the aisleway. Let's do it, was all the text said.

Jay looked up towards Erin, but she was looking down at her phone. He replied, Now? He received a reply less than a minute later. Yes.

Jay sighed, bracing himself. Okay, he replied, his fingers beginning to shake. He stood up as soon as he heard Erin stand up, and followed her into Voight's office. Antonio caught on, and followed them in. "Can we talk to you about something?" Lindsay asked cautiously.

"Sure," Voight said, glancing up from his desk. "Do we need to shut the door?"

Antonio, Erin, and Jay all exchanged glances, and Antonio proceeded to nod and shut the door. He positioned himself halfway between Voight and Jay and Erin, just in case.

"What's goin' on?" Voight asked, now becoming suspicious. "Come on, Erin, spit it out. And what are Jay and Antonio doing in here?"

"What I have to say concerns both me and Jay," Erin said, trying to appear as composed as possible. In truth, she was more nervous standing in front of Voight than she had ever been in her entire time knowing him.

Jay gave Erin a quick glance, silently asking, Do you want to, or shall I? Erin looked away from him without nodding, grabbed Jay's hand, sighed, and said, "I'm pregnant."

Voight was stunned. "What?"

"You heard me," Erin said, "And Jay's the father."

Voight turned to Jay, standing up and beginning to walk around the desk. "I warned you!" Antonio stepped forward and grabbed Voight just as Erin pulled her gun from her holster and pointed it at Voight's face. She moved between Jay and Voight.

"Look, Hank," she began, "There's nothing you can do about it. We're adults, and we make our own choices. I know that you didn't want Halstead and I to get together, but we did, so you just have to deal with it, okay?"

Voight pulled back, panting, relieving Antonio of his holding duties. Voight crossed his arms and leaned against the desk and said, "How far along are you?"

"About twelve weeks," Erin replied, putting her gun back in its holster. "I know I have to take maternity leave at twenty, so I basically only have two months left."

"Well," Voight said, scratching his forehead, "We'll have to make the most of those two months then, won't we?"

Erin, Antonio, and Jay all stayed silent in surprise. "Yeah, I guess so," Jay replied.

"I wasn't talking to you," Voight snapped. "Lindsay?" he asked.

"Yes, we will," Erin replied, smiling. "Do I have to fill out any forms or anything?"

"Not that I know of, but I will check on that and get back to you," Voight replied. "Now if you don't mind, I have some paperwork to finish."

"Wait, so…" Erin trailed off, then began again, "You're on board with this?"

"I guess so, since I didn't have any choice in the matter in the first place." Everyone took that as their queue to leave the office, so Erin opened the door and Jay and Antonio walked out after her. "What was that about?" Olinsky asked, seeing the slightly bemused looks on Jay and Erin's faces as Antonio sat back down.

"Just stuff," Jay replied monotonously. He started to walk back to his seat, but Erin dragged him back to the front of the room and announced, "We're having a baby."

The rest of the day had been filled with cheers, laughs, funny looks, and questions. Jay and Erin had both made sure to thank Antonio for stopping Voight in the office, and they had both been congratulated by everyone at least twice by the end of the day. Apart from Antonio, everyone had been torn between being excited and utterly surprised.

Erin and Jay were at Jay's apartment, and Jay plopped down on the couch with a bottle of beer. He flicked through a few television channels and eventually found the Stanley Cup Playoff match that the Chicago Blackhawks were playing in. Erin had gone to take a shower, and she wasn't a big ice hockey fan, so he was seizing the opportunity. He had walked into the kitchen to grab a few chips, after the Blackhawks had scored their second goal, when a loud knock sounded on the door.

Jay didn't hear anything from Erin down the hall, and proceeded to walk around the corner to answer the door. He rarely looked through his peephole before opening the door, but this time he wished he had - after he saw who was on the other side.

"Evening, Halstead," said a middle-aged man in a cool, stern tone.