A Clouded Day
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  • Reads 598
  • Votes 24
  • Parts 4
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Mar 25, 2020
Mature
This is an Erin Lindsay (Chicago PD) fanfic, but I think it could be interesting to people who have never seen the series too. This is set at least a year after Erin left for New York. 

Erin seems to have a good life. She lives in New York, has a great job as an agent in the FBI and is greatly respected among her collegues.  On second view though, her life is crumbeling apart. She is an addict, can't truly bother to make friends and her past, that wasn't very easy, is mentally taking a toll on her. She pretends that everything is okay, but eventually she falls and struggles to get up again. 

Warning: This story contains graphic description of mental stuggle, drug abuse, violence, strong language and maybe at some point even sexual images, I haven't decided yet. If you are a sensitive individual, I strongly advise not to read this story.

Also I don't own and didn't create most of the characters and storylines, those rights belong to Dick Wolf and nbc.
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