Linstead oneshots

ERIN GETS SICK

jays pov:

it takes a lot to break erin Lindsay, that's something i learned fairly early in our partnership. it is for this reason, and the fact that we live together now, that i can tell something is wrong. she has been biting her lip, a common distraction method, and has been heading to the bathroom every 5 minutes. at least she seems okay now, curled up into my side, fast asleep. or so I thought. 

she must have mistaken me for being asleep when my eyes closed because she stood up and ran to the bathroom, gagging uncontrollably as she went. i immediately jumped into action. what if something was seriously wrong?!i followed the sounds of gagging and tears to the bathroom. i gently knocked on the door, causing her to gasp in surprise before turning back to the toilet and dry-heaving into it once more. she hadn't eaten yet today, though it was already midnight. she hastily unlocked the door, i burst in, taking in the mess that stood before me...

the toilet  was covered in the contents of her stomach and the smell of alcohol was distant yet present none the less. i glanced worriedly to my girlfriend, sitting on her knees and throwing up into the toilet once again. she was so pale, her hands were shaking and her eyes were red and bloodshot. i knew erin hadn't been sleeping or eating well the last few days but figured it had just been her usual moods, or even that time of the month. looking back on it, she has been crankier and sleepier, and all together more food-repulsed. (something very unlike erin)

i turned to the phone adorning our bedside table and grabbed it, dialling Voight's number and jumping into action. i held her hair out of her face and rubbed her back in soothing motions. i hoped i was taking at least a little of the pressure from her. i hated seeing erin hurt, anytime anything happened to her i blamed myself. if I'm being honest i would rather she stay in my arms forever, were no one can hurt her. but i know i cant control her; she's erin Lindsay, badass detective who lives in constant pain yet overcame it all. sometimes i cant believe how strong she is, both mentally and physically. she could take down all of us if she wanted to.

i reverted my thoughts back to erin, placing a light kiss to her forehead and grabbing a damp cloth to wipe away the layer of sweat that was building. when she was done in the bathroom, i picked her up, carrying her over to our bed and placing her gently down. i placed the pillows around her and tucked her into the quilts. 

just as i was about to leave to call Voight again for permission to take the week off, i heard erin calling out me. i crept back to her, knowing what she was requesting. i removed my shirt and lay in bed next to her, allowing her to cuddle into my side. i placed a gentle kiss to her neck as she shook against me. she was really sick! before long she had passed out in my arms. i knew i needed to move, to update Voight. no matter how much i needed to get up, i just couldn't. i took one look at her pale face, listening out for her gentle snores when i decided that this was were i wanted to be, forever and always. just me and her, embracing each other as a form of protection from the outside world, we were each others shield to fight the darkness.