The pulse of the club, strobe of the red lights sauntered her further into her induced haze as the the brown eyed vixen danced her way to the corner and private party suite slipping passed two rather satisfied gentlemen eyeing their bodies purring in delight weaving over to the taller more sensual figure all in black delighted at her eyed candy stopping feet before her as the long wavy auburn hair sashayed over her broad shoulders turning with clicks of her quite sharp heels flicking her dark blue pupils to the messenger.

"My lady." She slid the phone from the cleavage of her dark red dress smiling handing it over as a set of well manicured dark red nails clawed against the screen. Dark red lips curled into a sinister smile sliding finger over the screen. "When shall I deliver?"

"Mmmm...indeed...the time is almost upon you." Her midnight blue gaze slipped into the files of the phone to one of such a free spirited lost soul in quite the provocative little attire dangling from dark red sashes with eyes full of an empty soul. "Almost there kitten...just a little push needed...then we will reminisce...detective...Lindsay..."

Shooting up from a tortured sleep perspiration saturated her body with heavy ragged breaths gripping her sheets tight to her chest chattering teeth as eyes so natural held a hidden terror, one so apparent from such a dark nightmare. Erin attempted to calm her breathing pulling on her light blue camisole tank trying to loosen the tight suffocating feeling wrenching at her. Pants were easing now as she glanced over at the clock grumbling dropping back onto the mattress as her head hit her pillow.

"4 AM...great..." She contemplating dragging from bed to the kitchen to make coffee, realizing the error of her exhaustion after her work out...not resetting the machine for 6. It didn't really matter since she wasn't returning to work just yet. She'd made that clear when Jay had text her before she had gotten home "I miss you...are you coming in?" She had waited almost an hour before responding "tell Voight I'm on vacation the rest of the week...you too..." Erin, more than anything should had said something more sentimental but as of late she didn't want comfort nor that tender caress. She wanted... "What do I want..." Laying there staring up at the ceiling it was such a simple question with no easy answer. Just as she began to sink her mind into a far off land her phone jerked to life. She rolled onto her side reaching for it. "Jay...if that's y..." Hazel eyes lit up in the darkness of her room with the hints of moonlight and street lights gazing at the message unable to fathom into words what sprayed across an unknown named recipient.

"Eris" The detective's body trembled her eyes shivering all from one name. It shouldn't mean anything, it was her past her wicked wild past but only one...only...one...had ever called her that. Instantly her body slid back upright clenching her phone running through several scenarios then it hit her. How had this person gotten her number? She shrugged the thought away for a moment, after all people weren't that difficult to track down. She dealt with hackers on a daily business as a cop, they even hired one. So why, why did this feel different...

Erin gathered her trembling wits knowing it was probably the most idiotic thing to do, but as her fingers scaled the screen she responded back. Now, she had to know. "Who is this?"

"Katz" Her hand flinched dropping the cell onto the bed gasping. No, how could it...

"Kaitlyn." Her thoughts shifted so far back in time it rattled her the very core of her being flashing into the hazy memories of her party days and the friend the partner in crime she had ran from the law and dealers with, always side by side in so many ways. Her hand came up to her face a finger brushing her lips. The memories lingered there and she recalled the sweet strawberry scent of her. Flicking her gaze down another message popped up.

"Eris?" Erin snatched the phone up instantly replying back asking for her whereabouts. "Can't talk here. Club Dyme hour before moon?" The detective set her phone down for a second realizing this could break open wounds far too deep for her to heal but it didn't matter. She replied with a yes asking if she was in trouble if she was hurt. "Yes for 2." That did it and it was all it took for Erin to make the decision. As her screen went black and her thoughts and feelings raced she laid back down pressing her head into the pillow lifting her phone once more scrolling to her messages and to Liv. Of all the people in her life right now, she felt Benson would understand this best of all. She opened up the chat texting: "If you knew someone you loved, even once was hurt and you knew everyone else would be against you for trying to do everything you could...would you still?" Erin sighed, what was she thinking? Olivia was probably sound asleep enjoying the little rest she got. But almost instantaneously a response came in.

"As the badge, go with your instincts. As your friend Erin...go with your REAL instincts. If you need a hand...I'm here don't forget being captain comes with it's perks of finding out everything there is to a situation. Use your resources." Erin smiled laughing as another text came in. "I wont tell dad."

"Thanks Liv." Her smile faded setting the phone down once more shutting her eyes. "K..."

Leaning back in the chair of his office Hank gazed out the window losing himself into the thoughts of worry. Glancing up to one of his detectives giving him the news he dreaded.

"She's not coming in today is she?" Jay shook his head. "She needs her space...I get it."

"Want me to drop by her place on the way to a scene?"

"What scene?"

"Local drug bust, more kids involved than we expected."

"Why us?"

"Kids hacked into the precincts database found a couple disposal houses where we burn away evidence after cases fully closed. I'm talking kids boss, like fourteen fifteen hacking into systems that make mouse look like he just learned how to search Google." Hank raised an eyebrow.

"Let me know the outcome." Voight turned back toward the window. He didn't blame her for ignoring him, he knew she wouldn't go back to old ways. They had made a deal. He was proud of her during the the manhunt, she not once truly unraveled. She was pissed, mostly at him more so than the perp but she didn't come undone. He had pressed her to back off, forced her to stay in the safe zone and she had come out into the fire unscathed after it was all said and done. He thought he had done right by her, giving her time off. Maybe pushing the shrink on her was too much. Dawson had let him know he had wanted to help. Hank had made the suggestion to give Erin a key to his gym. She of course didn't know that. Was it keeping her in the safety net again? Maybe. So why, in the pit of his stomach did he wish more than anything she would walk in raring to go to work...