I'm back guys! And I'm super excited about this!

I've wanted to do a oneshot collection for a while, but I've finally decided to do it based on dialogue prompts. That means hopefully (if you guys are willing) you'll submit some speech as part of a review, and I'll write a oneshot surrounding it.

I'll try and write as quickly as I can, and hopefully I'll get to do all that are sent in.

Since it's the first one, I'm kicking it off with the dialogue prompt: "I miss this. I miss you."

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I don't own Chicago PD.

It was a colder night than Chicago was used to, and that was saying something. The cold was normally so fierce that it would chill Erin to the bone, and she'd find herself shivering through the night. It was a cold that felt permanent. But it was also a cold that felt comforting. Chicago was the city that she made it in; and every icy breeze reminded her of that.

A bad thing about poor weather was the lack of parking though. Normally, Lindsay would find a spot easily outside of Molly's, less than a two minute walk to the bar she'd become so accustomed to. However when the air was as sharp as this, she found herself driving around aimlessly, every point of pavement taken up by vehicles. She'd driven for nearly twenty minutes, before finally settling on a side street four blocks away.

She strode through the cold to the bar, and sighed with content at the blast of warm air that greeted her as she entered. Maybe it was the temperature, or maybe it was the sight.

There was something strangely beautiful about her unit gathering round shots of tequila, carefree and hopeful. The heaviness of the day was lifting, and as Erin approached her colleagues, she could feel the spirit in her lifting too.

She took the stool opposite Halstead with certainty, as though that's where she belonged. Maybe because she did. As she pulled the beanie from her head, her eyes flickered momentarily to her partner, feeling something else flicker inside of her at the light smile he gave.

"'Bout time you got here, Lindsay." Ruzek said, handing Erin a shot barely before she had gotten her coat off her body. She held the cool glass and looked around, a smile creeping upon her lips unconsciously.

Adam cleared his throat before speaking again. "What are we toasting to?"

Next to Lindsay, Antonio slumped in his stool, the shot glass toying between his fingertips. His jaw was hard and his eyes unfocused, and he barely reacted as Erin rubbed a hand along his shoulder with comfort. Lindsay noted Jay watching Dawson, his eyes heavy. Laura had taken the kids and left - That's about as much as the unit knew. Even with such little information though, Erin knew that Antonio didn't have much to toast to.

"To us." Jay said, a thickness to his voice as he lifted his shot glass up to the centre of the table. Dawson swigged the glass back without a word, but as he slammed it to the table, his eyes looked slightly brighter.

A smile tugged on Erin's lips as she looked up to her partner. She clinked their shot glasses together, and the words barely escaped her throat: "To us." She knocked back the sharp liquid, savouring the burning that ran through her.

"I'm calling it a night," Ruzek groaned after he took the last swig from his pint glass.

It was 11:30, and even Erin had to admit she was exhausted. She bid goodbye to Adam and took a sip from her beer, before looking around absently and taking in the lack of colleagues. They had wittled down slowly, and Erin didn't realise it was only her and Halstead left.

Finally, without anyone there, Erin could finally look at Jay. Really look at him.

Mid-yawn, he ran a hand through his hair, tousling it slightly. His eyes looked cloudier than usual, and the bags beneath them were evident. Then again, exhaustion was part of the job description. Erin didn't think there was a day when she got home and didn't feel her body ache when she crawled into bed. His stubble was just as rough as usual, and his jawline was sharp.

When Halstead finally ended his everlasting yawn, he gave Erin a lazy smile and rested his head in one hand.

"Guess it's just me and you, huh?"

"I guess so."

His eyes were soft, yet far too intense for Erin. It was the burning she couldn't take, the way she felt like she could melt to a puddle when he looked at her. So instead she took a sip from the rim of her beer and averted her gaze. Or at least tried, until a low chuckling from Jay caused her to snap her gaze upwards.

"What?" She asked, her brow furrowing.

"Nothing." He said, trying to compose himself and wipe the smile from his lips.

"Come on, tell me."

"You just," His smile broke out again as he shuffled on his seat. "You've got a little..." He motioned around his lips, while his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"Oh god," Erin grumbled as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the foam from the top of her beer gathering on her skin. "Thanks a lot, Halstead."

He was laughing again; real laughing. The kind of belly laughing that made your whole stomach hurt after a few seconds. It was contagious actually, and Erin couldn't help but but chuckle with him.

They left a little after midnight with their jaws aching from smiling and their shoulders knocking as they left the bar. The wind was even colder, but Erin's cheeks were warm and red from the alcohol, and she could barely feel it.

"I'm this way," Erin motioned down the street.

Jay paused for a second. Erin watched the breath leave his mouth. "I'll walk you."

She didn't need to be walked to her car, she could defend herself in a heartbeat. And she knew her partner knew that. Yet when she willed herself to decline his offer, she simply couldn't. Maybe she wanted another ten minutes by his side. Maybe she wasn't ready to say goodnight.

Erin's beanie was already on her head, but as the walked for a few seconds she pulled it further down, feeling the bitterness on her ears. Her hands were stuffed into her leather jacket, and Jay, his.

They walked side by side, nothing but the occasionally touching of their elbows that sent something through Lindsay every time she felt it.

"How come you're out tonight, anyway?" Jay asked, breaking the silence. "Isn't Friday date night?"

It always felt strange when they discussed Kelly, it put Erin in an awkward position. She felt the pull of her work partner, but commitment of her life partner. Everything felt a lot more complicated than it was.

"No, he's working." She felt Jay nod beside her and prayed he wouldn't say anything else about it; everything about their time together felt so limited already. She didn't want to spend their time talking about her boyfriend, as bizarre as that sounded.

"What about you?" She nudged her elbow out, locking it with Jays's. "No big date?"

Their steps echoed on the sidewalk, the wind whirling around them.

He snorted at her question. "I'm not really the dating kind of guy." She didn't believe it for a second. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of damaged goods."

He finally turned to look at her, and she flashed him a sad smile. "Yeah," She started slowly. "Me too."

Maybe that's what brought them together in the widest sense - Their brokenness.

They walked in silence for a few more steps before Erin spoke. "How's Antonio doing?"

Jay sighed and shook his head slightly. "Not good. I mean he's trying... But it's tough on him." Erin nodded. She felt better about the situation knowing Jay was there for Dawson. Now that she thought of it, Jay seemed to be there for everyone.

"See, this is why I'm not in a relationship." Jay said. "Everything that happened with Dawson... It just shows that boys rule, girls drool." With a light chuckle, Erin pushed his shoulder before shoving her hand back in her jacket pocket before the cold sunk into her skin.

"Yeah, that's why you haven't settled down." Erin scoffed, dropping her head to the ground as they walked. "It has nothing with the kind of girls you date." She could taste the bitterness on her own tongue.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" The amusement was evident in his voice. It made Erin smile.

"You wish." She nudged him playfully, biting her lip for the next few steps they took until her grin faded to the slightest smile.

"Hey," He nudged her shoulder back, capturing her attention. "I miss this. I miss you."

They reached her car before she even realised, but she had words thick on her tongue.

"I miss you too." She told him with a smile, now aware of how close they were. The corner of his mouth twitched at his words while he reached out his fingers to tug on either side of her beanie, pulling it down slightly.

She felt the breath escape her lungs as Jay's hands remained on either side of her face. His smile was telling her something but she couldn't figure it out. Then, after what felt like forever, he let go and stepped backwards, the smile never fading as he walked.

"Goodnight." He spoke through the darkness as he battled against inner thoughts and walked away.

Yeah, Erin thought as she watched him leave. It really was.

This was pretty bad and I'm not all too proud of it, but I just wanted something to start with! Please tell me what you thought, but more importantly, please send in some dialogue prompts!