Linsteads story

Chapter 9: Stick

*General POV*
It's been a few days since Erin has been back in chicago, she has all her stuff from her New York apartment in a storage garage while she looks for a place to stay. For now she's been staying with Hank and work and the shit talking and pranks from the guys are in full swing. "Very funny guys" Erin says with a half amused look on her face, she had just walked into find her seat covered in the New York newspaper. "Oh come on you know you missed us just admit it" Adam says as he stand with arms open in a 'you should've seen this coming' way. "I will never admit that" Erin says as she balls up a newspaper and throws it at Adam. The rest of the team laughs before Hank comes in with a new case. "Got a tip from a CI, a hundred pounds of cocaine are hitting the streets Thursday, this means we have two days to find out where its being kept and take it before it can hit the streets, get to work". Erin stood up and went to get some coffee as everybody else began looking for CIs to contact or anything that would help to find the warehouse. Jay got up as well and followed Erin for some coffee, Erin filled her cup and then leaned against the counter as she watched Jay whose smile could not get any bigger. "What" Erin says as she sipped her coffee "nothing, it's just good having you back here" Jay responds and Erin smiles "it's good to be back". "Hey I got something roll with me" Adam says and Erin and Jay nod, set their coffee down and followed Adam to their cars. When the arrive in a secure location they all get out and Adam introduces his CI "this is stick, stick this is Jay and Erin. So what do you know about the dope hitting the streets?" "Stick huh thats an interesting name" Jay say and Erin chuckles "its a nickname dog I can't be letting just anybody know my name" "okay 'dog'" Jay says imitating stick "tell us what you know"