Hailey reached for her ringing phone from the floor. She fell asleep shortly after watching recording of The Bachelorette—finally knowing the result of the Rose Ceremony. She didn't realise she had dropped her phone until it started ringing—waking her up from her nap.

"Hey, yeah," she answered sleepily, knowing that it would be Jay calling after his therapy session.

"I can't believe how heavy of a sleeper you are," grumbled Jay. Hailey just realised there was a constant knock on the door. She ran to the front door and opened it, revealing a wet Jay shaking his umbrella. "If I'm not allowed to welcome myself in, at least open the door quickly. It's pouring really hard."

"I was asleep," defended Hailey weakly. "I thought we're meeting for pizza?"

"It's pouring, I don't want you to drive in this weather," Jay shrugged. Hailey smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. She shook Jay's umbrella above her mat, keeping the water droplets from the floor. Jay let himself in, setting a takeout bag on her kitchen counter. "Pad thai?" asked Jay.

"Perfect. Thanks," said Hailey. They ate in silence, occasionally discussing about who got to eat which appetizers. "How's therapy?" asked Hailey after they were done with the food.

"Did better than I expected," said Jay. "I didn't think going to therapy voluntarily will be helpful… but looking back, I would still get nightmares and PTSD if you and Will didn't push me to go. Next session is my last."

"And how are you dealing with you dad's death?" asked Hailey carefully. The last time she asked about his dad, he lashed out at her in the interrogation room.

"Didn't think about that too often. I guess… it was mostly guilt, for not being in a good term with him. Man was stubborn," said Jay. "Found out that he kept track of Will and me. I spent my life thinking I wasn't good enough."

"You don't think highly enough of yourself. I'm sure he was proud of you," said Hailey.

"Yeah, he had a funny way of expressing it. He made peace with Will, though. I was always my mum's child," Jay smiled. "Well, I was too late, but I have moved on."

"There's no use to dwell in the regret," nodded Hailey. "I'll do a therapy session tomorrow, for this case. I always do after cases involving children."

"My trigger used to be bomb, blown up bodies, especially children. Now, it's people I care about," said Jay. "That's why…" his words left unsaid. He knew Hailey understood, though. He made it clear enough that she was part of his triggers. It was hard for him to accept that she had snuck up on him, and it terrified him that she knew that. After Erin, he vowed not to care too much about his partner. He played with fire with Erin, and he got burned in the ass by caring, even loving her. Being partnered with stone-faced frozen hearted Hailey Upton was a good thing in the beginning to keep him from making the same mistake; it should be easy to keep things professional. However, recent events proved that Hailey's safety and well-being means a lot for him, and he relied on those things to keep him from going insane.

"I know," Hailey nodded. She smiled sadly at him, flattered that he thought of her so highly.

"Talking of, let me thank you for all your help. I wouldn't survive without you," said Jay.

"No need. Remember, your shit is my shit. I'd do it again anytime," said Hailey.

"I know. I just need to thank you properly; I can't imagine anyone would've stuck with me through everything after I treated them like shit."

"Again, no need to thank me, but suit yourself. Who am I to say no to dinner? Although, we were just having dinner on your expense," teased Hailey.

"I have something else in mind," shrugged Jay, passing Hailey his phone. Hailey looked at the screen then gasped. Two lower level tickets for Chicago Blackhawks.

"No, you shouldn't. That's too much," said Hailey.

"I have an Army friend who works in Blackhawks ticketing, he helped me secure them for fraction of the price," reasoned Jay. "Come on, they're non-refundable. As much as I want to watch it with Will, he's not a good sports companion right now with the wedding coming."

"Alright," Hailey grinned. "Who can say no to that, anyway? However, you should tell me that you have friend in Blackhawks! I'm their huge fan!"

"That'll ruin this," said Jay.

"Yeah, you really know how to surprise a girl," said Hailey. "However, I do everything because I care, you don't have to repay me. Treat Will, spend some time with him, make up for the time you lost."

"Funny, he said the same thing. That I shouldn't thank him, and save it for you," said Jay. He felt warmth seeped through his veins when he realised that he was very lucky. He had no idea what had he done right in his life to deserve people like Will and Hailey in his life. Both cared about him and are equally protective about him.

"See, we both got your back for free," said Hailey.

"I know."

"You talked about today's case in therapy session?" asked Hailey. She knew she shouldn't ask, it was confidential, but they were past the stage of caring about confidentiality.

"Yeah. She helped me to see it the way you did. That saving Anthony was a success, regardless of the result for the other kids. And it should let us learn that next time, we can look for small clues from the beginning," said Jay.

"It was easier said than done, though. Not to be a party pooper, but I'm still not sure I would sleep well," Hailey shrugged. "Although I just snoozed on the couch," she quickly added, knowing Jay would tease her about being a heavy sleeper. Jay smirked.

"You finally watched the rose ceremony?" asked Jay. Hailey nodded. "I thought that would be your third time missing it," Jay laughed. His phone went off. "Halstead. Alright, I'll pick her up and go there."

Hailey was already grabbing her coat, knowing that she's the 'her' Jay talked about. They did that a lot lately, pretended to pick the others up while reality was, they were with each other, doing their thing: eating, talking, drinking; and while they did so for Jay's sake in the beginning, she had to admit that she found some solace in it, too. They didn't want to give the wrong impression to Voight, though, with how he reacted to the previous incident.

"See, I should be asleep so that the call would go unanswered," joked Hailey as they left the house. "What happened?"

"Ray Price's daughter was abducted," grimaced Jay.

"Oh, snap. She's what, eighteen?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Jay. "Come on, let's reunite one more family."


The case was a sensitive one; it was about a politician after all. They and Adam were the only ones going to Price's house, since they got a note not to call the police. They went in pretending to be a couple, bringing a pretend box of cake, in case the house was being watched. They went to Jasmine's room from where she was taken, looked for traces, and left Adam there in case of a ransom call, and left to the district.

The moment they stepped into Jasmine Price's room, they could tell that it was a messy job. Brave, for sneaking into a politician's house from a window, but messy. Traces were everywhere, and within an hour, they got a name and address. Antonio who just got back from meeting Eva and Diego joined them just as they were leaving to the address. Voight sent Antonio and Jay to the address, pretending to be plumbers acting on report about smell coming from the house. As they went to the house, Jay's instinct kicked over. He didn't know whether it was real instinct or regret since last time they barged in to a house, they were minutes too late. He chose to act upon it as he went to check the pipes under the sink. He placed a bug, knowing that Hailey would get an audio from inside the van across the street.

"Well, how was it?" asked Jay as soon as they hopped back into the van.

"No audio so far," said Hailey. "Antonio, you alright?"

Now that Jay saw him clearly, Antonio did look unwell; he was pale and shaking hard. Hailey put a hand to his forehead and was met by a radiating heat coming off him.

"Wow, Antonio, you shouldn't even be coming in," she commented. "Here," she tossed him a blanket, knowing that there was nothing more they could do in the surveillance van.

So many things were happening at once. Antonio writhed, leaned over, and threw up in the trash can. As Hailey moved to help him, a yelling was heard from the speaker, followed by a shriek by a lady.

"Wait here, tell Voight!" Hailey brushed her hand against Antonio's back, then went to the door, following Jay to jump out of the car. "5021 Henry, plain clothed officers going to 2432 Henderson Street, send back up! Possible abduction victim!" She yelled to her radio while following Jay to the house.

"Chicago PD!" Jay kicked down the door, then went to the kitchen where he planted the bug. They saw Jasmine Price on the floor, being choked by the suspect who was on top of her. "Step away from her!" yelled Jay.

"Sir, step away from her!" yelled Hailey. As soon as the suspect got off her, Hailey cleared the house, holstered her weapon, and went to Jasmine; she knew Jay had his weapon trained on the suspect, and shortly after she heard the click of the cuff. Hailey undid ties on Jasmine's arms and ankles quickly, and did a quick check on her.

"Jasmine, we're Detectives Upton and Halstead. You're okay, you're safe now," said Hailey as Jasmine gasped and cried and hugged her. She took the younger girl into her arms, glancing at Jay who was handing over the man to some parole officers. She calmed Jasmine down as best as she could. They were still sprawled on the floor when Voight and Ray Price walked into the house.

"Papa!" shrieked Jasmine. Price scooped her up, hugging her tightly.

"Good job," said Voight. Jay pulled Hailey up; his eyes were still trained on the Prices. Hailey looked at him with concern. Sure, it was 1 am, but usually he didn't zone off on the job. Looking at the father and daughter, Jay was brought back to the moment his mum greeted him when he got back from Afghanistan. The family life he would never experience anymore, now that Will's the only one he got left. Therapy helped him to deal with reality, however he still longed family's love to come home to. Hailey's elbow on his arm brought him back from his thought. He looked away from the Prices, distraught was visible on his face.

"Thank you, Hank. Detectives," Price nodded to them from behind his daughter's shoulder. They nodded and got back to the van.

"You okay?" asked Hailey.

"Yeah… no. Later. Antonio first," said Jay, jogged to the car. Hailey's eyes suddenly widened when she remembered about Antonio. She opened the back door to reveal Antonio lying on the floor, hands around his abdomen, his face pale and sweats dripped down his face, even in the cold weather.

"Oh gosh, Antonio," she climbed in and wiped the sweat off Antonio's forehead. She cringed at the smell of vomit lingering in the van. Antonio was shivering hard, his face was scrunched up in pain. Hailey checked his pulse; it was rapid.

"I'll drive to Med," said Jay, running to the front.

"No," said Antonio weakly, followed by a hitched breath and another gag. He looked half conscious, which made Jay more worried.

"Nope, no choice," said Jay.

"You're most definitely sick, Antonio," said Hailey. She forego sitting in front, choosing to sit on the floor next to Antonio, trying to make him more comfortable as she wrapped the blanket around him. Antonio was lying on the floor, his head on Hailey's lap and Hailey rubbed his back repeatedly. He moaned every time Jay hit a pothole or change lanes.

"Jay, we're not wearing safety belt, and he's sick," reminded Hailey when Jay made a turn without pushing break. Hailey texted Voight about what happened, and within minutes, they pulled up at Med ER. As the door opened, Antonio was being taken and wheeled into the ER.

"Wow, that was…" Jay appeared in the door. "We better throw away the trash can before returning the van," said Jay.

"Yeah. I'll go with Antonio, you throw away the trash?" she grinned, then hopped off the van. "I'll be in the ER." She squeezed Jay's arm before walking inside. Maggie pointed to a room which she entered and met by Will and Ethan.

"Hailey," Will nodded, acknowledging her arrival.

"He's suddenly sick in stakeout, vomited once, shivering, high temperature, fast pulse," said Hailey.

"Right. Anything hurt, Antonio?" asked Will.

"Cold," said Antonio. Will yelled a number of tests to be ran, then escorted Hailey outside.

"You know if he's on prescription?" asked Will.

"No," said Hailey. Jay joined them, patting Will on the shoulder.

"Called Voight, told him what happened. Kim will be here shortly," said Jay.

"Emergency contact is Voight, Will," said Ethan. A team of nurse went past them, pushing a gurney. Hailey jumped out of the way.

"We'll be in the waiting room," said Jay and led Hailey to the waiting room. It was past 2 am, and they were both tired as hell, especially Jay who just had a therapy session. He yawned.

"You can sleep if you want, I'll stay awake," said Hailey. He looked at her sceptically. "Really, I'll keep my eyes opened! I had slept earlier," Hailey laughed.

"Alright. Wake me up if there's anything," said Jay. He rested his head on the armrest. Hailey moved so he could be more comfortable. "No, it's okay. You don't have to move," said Jay, intending it as 'don't move'. Hailey shrugged, stayed where she was and opened a year-old magazine. Jay's head brushed against her arm, from which he gathered extra comfort. He didn't need someone to stay anymore for him to sleep, but in time when he was disturbed, a companion was always welcomed. In a couple minutes, Jay was already asleep. When Voight, Kim, and Adam arrived, Hailey shook her head, indicating no news. They sat silently in the opposite chairs, minding their own businesses. Will and Ethan's arrival in the waiting room half an hour later broke the silence.

"Well," said Will. "Sergeant Voight, we'd like to speak with you," he said, uncomfortably. Voight raised his eyebrows, then nodded and followed Will. Hailey shook Jay's arm. Adam flinched, knowing what would happen: Jay would attack Hailey like he did to him once. The ex-Ranger couldn't be disturbed in his sleep. Therefore he was rightfully surprised when Jay just stirred, looking up at Hailey whose hand was still on his arm. Adam was taken aback. It was a surprise. A couple weeks back—after Jay's dad died—Jay nodded off on his desk, and jumped into a defence position when Adam tripped on his desk.

"Will just called Voight," said Hailey. Jay nodded.

"Oh, uh, okay," said Jay, and fell back into the armrest. He didn't even notice the others. Hailey shrugged, looking at Kim and Adam. Adam looked as drained as Jay and her, while Kim just looked sleepy since she was dragged out of bed at 2 am. Voight walked back into the waiting room.

"Well?" asked Kim. Hailey shivered uncomfortably. The last time they were all sitting in Med's waiting room, Voight announced Al's death. Jay squinted at Hailey, knowing what was on her mind. He brushed his hand on her arm as they all stood.

"Antonio has… opioid overdose," said Voight.

"What!?"