A/N: Thank you for all of the amazing reviews! There's nothing more motivating than seeing reviews for a new story. I know you're all wondering whether or not Erin's daughter is Jay's; you'll find out this chapter!

Once Erin had left, Hank returned to his office, and it wasn't long before Jay appeared in the doorway. "Voight-" he began, but Hank cut him off.

"I know exactly what you're about to ask," the sergeant told him brusquely. "And all I'm going to tell you is no, Cami is not your daughter."

Jay eyed Hank, unsure of whether or not he believed him. Either Hank was lying, or Erin had moved on quickly. "She's two, isn't she?"

Hank sighed, knowing the detective would keep prodding until he got the answers he wanted, but he knew it wasn't his place to give Jay the information he was looking for. "Yes, Cami just turned two a couple of months ago," he replied. "You can choose not to believe me if you want, but I'm telling you the truth when I say that she's not your kid."

Jay nodded, walking out of Hank's office and heading for the break room, closing the door behind him. He needed some time alone right now to process everything without the eyes of Hailey and everyone else from Intelligence watching his every move.

He believed Hank when he said Cami wasn't his daughter. He was relieved in a way, knowing Erin hadn't gotten pregnant with his child and then kept her from him, but he also felt hurt. If Cami turned two a couple of months ago, that meant that Erin had moved on almost as soon as she'd gotten to New York. The woman he'd planned to ask to marry him had not only left without saying goodbye; she'd slept with another man shortly after. Had he really meant so little to her?

Jay's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door before it opened. He turned around to see Hailey slip in. "Hey, you okay?" she asked softly, walking over to where he stood by the window.

Jay shrugged, not really knowing how to answer that. "The woman that I was going to ask to marry me just showed back up in town with a daughter that is the right age to be mine, but who isn't mine. How do you think I am?" he retorted.

Hailey looked at him sympathetically, resting a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Jay. I know this can't be easy on you."

He turned to face his partner. "How could she do it?" he asked. "How could she move on so quickly? She claimed that she loved me, but then she leaves without a word and sleeps with some other guy!" Hailey remained silent, knowing that nothing she could say would help.

When Jay and Hailey had returned to the bullpen earlier after meeting with a CI, they'd been surprised to see a little brown-haired girl sitting at Antonio's desk eating goldfish crackers. "Who's this?" Hailey had asked, walking over to where Burgess stood watching the little girl, a smile on her face.

Jay, meanwhile, had remained frozen at the top of the stairs. As soon as he'd seen the little girl, there'd been no question in his mind about who she belonged to. She looked exactly like Erin. He tried to convince himself that he was wrong; Erin was in New York, after all, and there was no way she could have a two-year-old daughter. But then Antonio had spoken up, telling Hailey that it was Erin Lindsay's daughter and that they were here from New York for an unexpected visit, but he didn't know any more than that.

Hailey had immediately glanced back at Jay and had seen the mixed feelings painted on his face. Panic at Erin being in Chicago; shock at the fact that Erin had a daughter; realization of how old the girl was and what that might mean; anger and confusion at the fact that Erin had kept this secret from him. She'd felt her own panic rising up in her. She'd just let herself admit that she loved Jay; what would Erin's return mean for her? If he and Erin shared a daughter, she knew there was no chance of her and Jay ever being anything more than just partners. Jay would want to be with Erin and his daughter, and she wouldn't want to come between them.

She was relieved now to hear Jay state that the little girl wasn't his daughter but also felt sorry for Jay. She knew it hadn't been easy for him, seeing Erin again, and that it was made even harder by the realization of just how quickly she'd moved on. She couldn't help but feel angry with Erin. Jay had been heartbroken after she'd left. She'd seen him spiral after Erin had left and, she'd been the one that had dealt with the aftermath. She'd been there for him at his lowest. For Erin to just move on like their relationship hadn't meant anything…it made her angry.

Hank leaned back in his chair holding his phone up to his ear as he waited for Olivia Benson to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Liv, it's Hank," he stated.

"Hank! What can I do for you?"

"Erin showed up here today," Hank stated. "Someone threw a Molotov cocktail through her window last night, setting her apartment on fire."

"Oh no! Are she and Cami okay?"

"They're fine," Hank assured her. "Erin's a bit shaken up, although she did her best to hide it. Her unit advised her to leave New York until they figure out who did it." He paused, then added, "She finally told me about the previous incidents, and about staying with you."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Hank, but she asked me not to. She promised me that she'd tell you herself when she was ready."

Hank sighed. "I know; she told me. She didn't want me to be upset with you. I just wanted to call you to thank you, and to let you know about the latest development."

"I really thought they'd caught the guy. Please tell Erin that I'm here if she needs anything at all."

"Thanks, Liv. She's going to stay here until they catch the guy, but I know she'll appreciate your offer." Hank paused, trying to decide whether or not to ask the question that had been floating around in his head since Erin had told him about the note. "Hey, Liv? The note…you don't think this has anything to do with what happened three years ago, do you?" he asked hesitantly.

"I don't know, Hank. I wondered the same thing, but then they thought they caught the guy, so I put it out of my mind. Now, though…anything's possible."

Hank nodded. "I'll keep you updated," he promised Olivia before hanging up. He sat there for a while, thinking about what they'd just discussed. He didn't want to believe that it could be related, but he couldn't help but wonder.

Erin smiled as she unlocked the door to Hank's house and stepped inside. Everything looked exactly the same as it had always been. It felt like home. For the first time since the previous night, she felt her stress and anxiety fade away. She was in Chicago, and she was back with Hank. She and Cami were safe now.

"Come on, Cami," she told her daughter, leaning down to pick her up. "Let's go upstairs and get settled in." With Cami in her arms, she headed up the stairs to her old room, setting Cami on the bed before taking off her backpack and unzipping it. Inside was everything she currently owned: a file of important documents which contained things like her and Cami's birth certificates, social security cards, and other paperwork, a couple of outfits for Cami and herself that she'd picked up on her way to the airport, her wallet, and Cami's favorite stuffy: a grey puppy that had been a gift from Hank when she'd been born.

"Looks like we'll need to do some shopping tomorrow, Peanut," she told her daughter. "But for now, let's go see what Grandpa Hank has in his kitchen. If he has enough, maybe we can surprise him with dinner when he gets home."