A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter: It includes a graphic description of rape. If you would prefer not to read that part, skip to after the italics.

Erin was looking down at her phone, laughing at something that Antonio had sent her, when she felt someone grab her from behind, placing their hand over her mouth and pressing a gun against her back. She froze, and he whispered, "Don't even think about screaming; if you scream, I'll kill you."

Erin's training kicked in then, and she elbowed her attacker in the ribs before throwing her head back violently in hopes of making contact with his nose. He'd been able to move out of the way, though, and her head had connected with his cheek, instead. Her actions only made him angry, and he lifted the hand that held his gun and used it to hit her upside her head. It was enough to stun her, and he took advantage of that to drag her into the alley she'd just passed, throwing her down next to a dumpster. Her head made contact with the brick wall the dumpster was against and she saw stars for several minutes.

By the time Erin was able to think straight again, her attacker was already straddling her and running his hands all over her body. At first, she thought he was searching for her wallet so he could rob her, but then he stuck a hand insider his pants, fondling himself as he leered at her, running his other hand over her breasts.

"Open your shirt!" he demanded, and Erin complied, well aware of the gun that he was now pointing at her head with the hand he'd previously had inside his pants. "Faster!" he growled. "You fucking lady cops; you're always such a tease. You think you're better than us just because you carry a gun."

Erin tried to obey, but her fingers couldn't seem to cooperate. Finally he growled and smacked her with his free hand before placing his gun in the waistband of his pants and ripping her shirt open. He openly leered at her breasts once he'd done so. "Such a tease," he muttered again. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out his already erect penis and rubbing it over her chest and face.

"You want to tease so bad, this is what you get," he growled.

Erin tried to turn her face to the side, but he slapped her again, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back towards him. She let out a whimper and he shoved his penis in her mouth. "This will make you shut up," he chuckled. "Now, unbutton your pants and pull them down."

Erin tried her best, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't manage to undo the button. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to still them long enough to do what her attacker had asked, but she couldn't. Finally, he grew frustrated and smacked her before grabbing her hair and slamming her head hard against the ground.

Erin blacked out for a few minutes, and when she came to, he was inside her, thrusting over and over again. She bit back the cry that threatened to escape her lips and slammed her eyes shut, not wanting him to know that she was awake. After what seemed like forever, he let out a groan before pulling himself out of her. He stood up, doing up his pants as he did so.

"Stupid women cops," he muttered again. "This will teach you." He kicked Erin hard in the ribs and she couldn't hold back the cry of pain. "So you are awake," he growled, continuing to kick her.

Erin curled her body into a fetal position, doing her best to protect herself from his kicks, but he was relentless. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was her attacker laughing maniacally as he continued to kick her.

She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious for before she finally came to. She was scared to open her eyes at first, afraid that he'd still be there. She held her breath, not daring to move, listening for his heavy breathing. When she didn't hear it, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. He was nowhere to be seen. She tried to get up, but immediately screamed in pain and fell back, grabbing her side. She was fairly certain he'd broken at least one of her ribs. She was having a hard time seeing out one of her eyes, too, so he'd likely given her a black eye, as well. She laid there for a few minutes, whimpering in pain, before trying to move again. This time, rather than trying to stand, she instead rolled over onto her stomach, grimacing at the pain she felt. Slowly, gingerly, she began to crawl for the light she saw at the end of the alley. She knew if she didn't make it to the sidewalk, there was no hope of anyone ever finding her, so she fought through the pain until she reached the end of the alley, collapsing onto the sidewalk.

"Help!" she screamed! "Someone help me!"

"Erin! Erin!" Hank called as he shook Erin awake.

Erin immediately shot up in bed, her hand instinctively going to the nightstand beside her, searching for her gun, panicking when she couldn't find it.

"Erin, it's okay," Hank said gently. "It's me. It's Hank. You're okay. You're safe."

Erin turned her head to see Hank crouching next to her bed. She closed her eyes, willing her heart to slow down, trying to return her breathing to normal.

"You were dreaming about it again, weren't you?" Hank asked, concern etched onto his face. Erin had been in Chicago for a week now, and every night she'd woken up from a nightmare, reliving the attack over and over again.

Erin nodded. "It seemed so real," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I haven't had these dreams in over two years; why now?"

Hank got up and sat on the edge of Erin's bed, resting his hand on her shoulder. "You've been through a lot, Erin. It's not surprising that some old memories would be stirred up." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Did you remember anything new?"

Erin shook her head. "I still can't see what he looks like. All I can see are his eyes. The rest of him is all blurry still."

"It's okay," Hank assured her. Erin had never been able to remember what her attacked looked like other than his blue eyes. They kept hoping that eventually she would remember something that would help them identify her attacker, but it had been three years now and she still wasn't able to remember anything new.

"I didn't wake Cami, did I?" Erin asked.

Hank shook his head. "I checked on her before coming in here; she's still sound asleep."

Erin had taken to sleeping in Justin's old room after having had the nightmare two nights in a row. Both times she'd woken Cami with her screaming, and the little girl had been cowering in the corner of the bed, crying. When Erin had reached for her, trying to comfort her, she'd backed away, her eyes wide with fear. It wasn't until Hank had reached for her that she finally went to him, immediately calming down. It had broken Erin's heart to see her daughter so scared of her. She was always the one person who could always calm Cami down even when no one else could. They'd been the one constant in each other's lives. That was when Erin had decided it would be best for both of them if they slept in different rooms.

"It's almost six; do you want some coffee?" Hank offered. He knew there would be no more sleep for him or Erin; they were both wide awake now.

"That would be great," Erin replied. "Thanks, Hank."

Hank nodded, standing up from the bed and heading downstairs to brew a pot of coffee while Erin got dressed for the day. She grabbed her phone off of the dresser, checking it for messages in hopes of having received news from her team that they'd caught the person who'd tried to kill her and her daughter, but there was nothing. She sighed, frustrated. She'd known there was a good chance that it would take them awhile to narrow down the list of suspects, after all, she'd worked on countless cases and had been responsible for numerous arrests since she'd moved to New York, but she'd still hoped that it would be over quickly so that she and Cami could get back to their lives there.

"Do you have any plans today?" Hank asked Erin as they sat at the kitchen table, drinking their coffee.

Erin shook her head. "Not really," she replied. "I thought I'd take Cami to the park for a little while, but other than that…" she shrugged.

"Why don't you come by the station today? We can grab lunch together," Hank told her. "Besides, I know everyone would love to see you and Cami again."

"That would be great," Erin replied, smiling. "Does that mean you're finally wrapping up your case?" Hank had been working practically non-stop since she got into town on a difficult case and they hadn't had nearly as much time together as they'd wanted.

Hank nodded. "Yeah, we caught the perp yesterday," he informed her. "We'll be buried in paperwork today, but it should be pretty slow."

"See Gwampa Hank!" Cami said excitedly that afternoon as she and Erin made their way up the steps into the lobby of the 21st District.

Erin smiled. "Yes, Peanut. We're going to have lunch with Grampa Hank today!"

Cami clapped her hands in delight. Despite the unit being busy with the case, Hank had ensured that he was always home in the evening for dinner and to tell Cami goodnight. He would often head back to the station after she was in bed, but he made a point to spend time with her every evening, which had resulted in the little girl growing extremely close to him.

"Well, hello there, Miss Cami," Platt greeted from behind the desk as Erin walked into the lobby carrying Cami.

"Hi!" Cami said brightly. "Gwampa Hank!"

"We're here to have lunch with Hank," Erin explained, and Platt nodded, smiling.

"I'll buzz you up," the desk sergeant told Erin. "Hank's in a meeting with the commander right now, but it should be wrapping up soon. Most of the team is out right now, probably getting lunch themselves, but I'm sure Hank won't mind you waiting up there."

"Thanks, Trudy," Erin told the other woman.

"Bye!" Cami called, waving over Erin's shoulder as she headed for the steps.

Erin laughed, shaking her head. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd ended up with such a happy and outgoing child, but she was thankful for Cami's easygoing personality. It definitely made this situation much easier.

When Erin got to the top of the stairs, she was relieved to see that Antonio was alone in the bullpen. Her relief was short lived, however, when she saw Jay walking out of the breakroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. She considered turning around and heading back downstairs to wait, but Jay spotted her before she'd made her decision. "Erin, hi," he said, causing Antonio to look up.

"Hey, Erin," Antonio greeted, standing up and heading over to her. As soon as he reached her, Cami immediately held her arms out to him, making him and Erin both laugh.

"Looks like you made quite the impression on her last time," Erin said, smiling, as Antonio complied with the little girl's wishes.

"She just has good taste in people. Better than her mom, at least," Antonio joked.

"Hey!" Erin protested, smacking him gently on the shoulder.

"Come on, Cami. I think there's some candy that Aunt Kim's been hiding in the break room. Let's go see if we can find it," Antonio told the little girl who squealed in excitement.

"If you get her hyped up on sugar, I'm sending her home with you tonight!" Erin called after them, laughing.

"I'll teach you how to do an explosion fist bump, too," Erin heard Antonio tell her daughter, just loud enough to ensure Erin could hear. "Your mom loves that."

Erin shook her head, smiling. She had often wondered what it would be like to raise Cami around her former team, and now that she was getting a glimpse of it, it was just as she'd imagined.

"Hank's in a meeting with the commander right now," Jay informed Erin. "It was supposed to be over by now, but you know how those things go." He pulled Antonio's chair over to his desk. "Here, have a seat," he offered.

Erin shook her head. "No, that's okay," she replied. "But thank you."

"I don't bite, Erin," Jay said softly. "Come on, sit down. You look exhausted."

Erin couldn't argue with that. Between her nightmares and the nightmares that Cami was still having sometimes, she wasn't exactly getting much sleep. It reminded her of the days before Cami was sleeping through the night, when she constantly felt exhausted. "Thanks," she said, taking a seat.

"Look, Erin. About what you told me the other night," Jay began. "I'm sorry for how I acted. I shouldn't have put you in that position."

"You deserved answers, Jay," Erin said softly. "It's okay. I don't blame you."

"It still wasn't right," Jay insisted. "You didn't owe me anything, and I'm sorry for acting like you did."

"I get it," Erin assured him. "I would have felt the same way if I'd been in your position."

Jay looked surprised at that. "Really?"

Erin felt pained at the fact that Jay was surprised that she'd be hurt if he'd moved on with someone else right after she left. "Just because I left doesn't mean I don't care. Didn't care," she quickly corrected herself, hoping he hadn't noticed the slip. After what Hank had told her the other night about Jay and Hailey, she wanted to ensure her return didn't interfere with that. She'd eventually be going back to New York and Jay would be staying here in Chicago. It's not like there was any hope for them, anyways.

"Erin," Jay murmured, looking at her the way he had before she'd left, before everything had happened.

Erin felt panic rising in her. "Jay, I know about you and Hailey," she informed him gently, glancing down at her lap, knowing if she looked him in the eyes, she'd never be able to say what she needed to say. "I know you two have feelings for each other. I don't want to get in the way of that. I'm only here until it's safe for us to go back to New York."

"Safe? What do you mean?" Jay asked, confused.

Erin glanced up, surprised. She'd assumed that Hank had filled the team in on her situation, but it was obvious from the expression on Jay's face that he hadn't. "Someone tried to kill me and Cami," she informed him. "They threw a Molotov cocktail through my apartment window the night before I came here. Thankfully I was still awake, so I was able to get us both out, but it wasn't the first incident, so my team thought it was best for me to get out of the city until they catch whoever did it."

Jay looked shock. "Wow; I had no idea," he said slowly. "Hank never said a word to us about it."

Erin shrugged. "He probably didn't see a need," she replied. "My team in New York is working on narrowing down a list of suspects based on my past cases. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before they catch him."

"Mommy!" Cami came barreling out of the break room, running for Erin at full speed. "Candy!" She held out a hand, revealing a half-melted piece of chocolate. It was evident from her face that she'd already consumed some of it.

Erin rolled her eyes. "I'm going to kill Antonio," she muttered before pasting a smile on her face. "Uncle Antonio got you candy, just like he promised! Can Mommy have the rest?"

Jay hid a grin behind his hand as Erin shot a glare at Antonio who just shrugged. "Hey, I'm just trying to make up for lost time," Antonio insisted.

Before Erin could respond, Cami was off running again. "Gwampa Hank!" she shouted as Hank reached the top of the stairs.

Hank started to reach for the little girl, a huge smile on his face, but Erin called out a warning. "Antonio gave her chocolate!"

Hank managed to dodge the tiny chocolate-covered hands just in time before swooping Cami up and holding her face out. "Chocolate? Really?" he grumbled to Antonio as he passed the detective on his way to the break room to wash his granddaughter's hands.

"I think we need you two here more often," Jay joked. "I've never seen him in such a good mood after a meeting with the commander. Usually he just goes to his office and slams the door."