"My place?" Jay asks, breaking the silence. We discussed this before, jokingly, Jay and Vanessa and I. We said that if we were to get quarantined, Jay and I would do it at his place, so Vanessa could stay at mine. We were just fooling around, and I didn't expect it to actually happen. Except it did. And I don't have a better plan than to nod my head at his question and watch the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. What the hell did I get myself into? ---- Note: This story takes place before Chicago PD 8x03 happens (rather somewhere pre Season 8). No fixed update schedule, but I'll likely be updating once or twice a week! This is the very first version and as usual, I might majorly edit the whole book once it's done, so be kind. All rights reserved, have fun reading! I'd love to hear your opinions, so please comment or vote if you like... Apart from the One Chicago characters / cast, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to other real persons, living or dead, or to other stories is purely coincidental.

Newlywed couple Jay Hasltead and Hailey Upton's life goes out the window, shortly after Hailey gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, Jasmine. After arguing constantly for weeks, Hailey storms out to never return, which in turn leaves Jay to raise their child alone. Four years later, Jay and the intelligence unit get the shock of a life time when they find Hailey hanging around with one of the biggest dealers in Chicago. What will happen once Jay and Hailey confront each other after four years? Is it beyond the possibility of reconciliation, or could a pain staking level of patience finally bring the old Hailey back?