Copnapped

20

Voight was hanging his jacket over the back of his chair, getting ready for the substantial amounts of paperwork he had been avoiding for weeks. Having just busted a kid for trafficking drugs, he now had to add more to the list of things he needed to get done before he went home. He looked up after hearing a tapping on his office door, it was Halstead. Voight had no guesses as to what the kid wanted, but he signalled him to come inside anyway. Jay closed the door behind him just the way Voight liked it, he pushed a folder onto Voight's desk in front of his boss. Voight didn't open it; instead he just looked up at the young man who stood in front of him. "What's this?" He asked, considering he hadn't asked for any paperwork and they had no open cases he wanted to know what Halstead was playing at.

"My transfer, I want to date Erin and since you won't allow us to do so in the same unit. I'm transferring." Jay explained a little nervously. Voight raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was hearing correctly.

"You want to transfer?" He asked, and Jay nodded his head. "I thought you loved working in this unit." Voight then pointed out.

"I do, but I'm not going to work here and break your rules. I don't have a death wish."

Voight nodded, his fingers played with the folder in front of him. He opened the document and skimmed its contents. "You don't have to transfer." He informed him, closing the folder and looking back up at him. Jay's face had changed completely, he looked somewhat relieved and that didn't surprise Voight in the slightest.

"So I can stay and date Erin?" He asked, wanting the clarification.

Voight nodded, handing the document back over to Halstead, "Erin isn't coming back into this unit. She's decided she can't handle being back in the field."

Jay's mouth dropped open. "What? She told you this?" He asked in confusion since she hadn't said a word to him about it.

Voight nodded, "She did."

Jay nodded and walked out of the room. Voight smiled to himself as he watched Jay grab his own jacket and rush down the stairs. His smile soon faded once he remembered the excruciating amount of workload he had ahead of him.

Jay left footprints in the snow as he walked over to Voight's front door. He knew Erin was home, her car was parked out front. She didn't take long to make her way to the door after he'd made a musical out of the front door, he was about to start another lot of beats against the door when she opened it. "Can we talk?" He asked her before she had a chance to greet him. She nodded and made room for him to come inside. He slipped his snow covered shoes off his feet and left them at the door. She looked out at the cold city for a moment before locking it out.

Erin had been going to therapy once a week, every time she started the session a new sensation of having to share how she was feeling caused her to spew up words. It was as though staying silent had somehow built up all of her words and now that the flood gate had been opened, she couldn't shut up. Outside of those sessions she was still finding it hard to communicate and she took it day by day, but she had been slowly opening up to Jay about everything lately no matter how painful it was for her to expose herself like that, she knew she could trust him. She wasn't back to her old self, but Jay was patient. He didn't expect anything from her he'd seen PTSD first hand and he wasn't going to push her to do anything before she was ready and she was grateful for that. On the other hand, they'd been talking a lot about other things and it was something she looked forward to every day.

"What'd you want to talk about?" She asked taking a seat on one of Voight's couches. Jay had opted to sitting backwards on one of the kitchen chairs, but there they sat, facing each other.

"Voight said you're not coming back to intelligence." Jay said, Erin could hear in his voice that he didn't believe it. He actually wanted Voight to have lied to him. She sighed, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Jay I'm sorry."

"It's true?" He asked with a little too much emotion.

"I'm still going to be a cop, I'm just not ready to be back in that action." She said softly, she felt bad about all of this. She knew she was letting him down, letting the team down but she just couldn't face the job anymore. She knew part of this decision was based on fear, but it didn't hurt that she could now kiss Jay without Voight breathing down their necks.

"I get it okay? I'm not here to tell you what to do, but you could have told me. I handed Voight my transfer today."

Erin's eyes widened, "You could have told me you wanted to leave the unit."

"Right back at ya." He said sarcastically. Erin smirked shaking her head at him. She stood up and walked the distance between them. She stood in front of him, her hands on either sides of his shoulders. "Maybe one day..." She whispered, knowing he remembered that very conversation they'd had once upon a time. He looked up at her and smiled sweetly. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, Jay immediately wrapped his arm around her body, she liked the way they seemed to melt into each other like they were made to do this. She couldn't help but start to smile against his mouth, her tongue pressed against his lips, forcing her way into his mouth. Jay held back a laugh, that was typical Erin always forcing herself into situations. He rose to his feet, kicked the chair out of the way, she ran her hands through his short hair, wanting to memorise every part of him her hands moved down the back of his neck and traced his shoulder blades, he reached down under her buttocks, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and Jay started walking back towards the couch, dipping down so she was now sitting on his lap atop the place where she had been sitting only minutes ago. Their lips broke free of each other and the pair smiled. Erin covered her eyes with her hands feeling embarrassed by the smile on her face, Jay laughed but he didn't tease her. He didn't want her to feel like feeling this way was something to laugh about. He just reached over and played with her hair. "You take my breath away." He said dramatically as he pretended he couldn't breathe.

Erin snorted, whacking his arm with her hand. "Shut up."