Title: Only Time Will Tell (I highly recommend listening to the song Only Time Will Tell by Poison if you have a moment, I think it's fitting ;))

Summary: Jay is there for Erin after her confrontation with Voight at the silos.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Rating: strong T

A/N: So this wasn't planned. I actually wrote it at 3am sometime last week after I watched the trailer for season 4. I originally didn't want to post it, but felt bad for not being able to update Love Will Remember any time soon :S Thanks to 22Shay22, Natascha2Tata and Montelini for encouraging me to post it :) Anyways I hope you enjoy reading and please forgive any mistakes (spelling or otherwise). I won't mark it as complete just yet since I might decide to continue if inspiration strikes again, but for now it's just a one shot ;) Oh and about there being no TV in Erin's living room, I looked at some pictures from 3x05 but it was too dark for me to see if there was one and then I saw a promo pic for 4x01 and it seems like she has one, but I was too lazy to change it, so let's just assume that her TV is located in her bedroom for the sake of this story ;)

Covert art by: mehtiification

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or its characters.

Chapter 1: Can you hold me?

Set after the events of 3x23 (Mostly from Jay's POV)

Jay figures she'll come back to her apartment after she's tracked down Voight, so he lets himself in with the spare key she gave him a while back (for emergencies only) and flops down on the couch in her living room.

He orders some takeout while waiting for her and by the time he's finished his food, hers remains resting untouched on the kitchen counter, she still isn't back.

He tries not to worry, to keep his mind off of whatever it is that might've caused her to not return to her place.

Since there's no TV in her living room, he grabs one of the books from the cupboard and starts reading. His thoughts keep drifting though and with a sigh he drops the book on her couch table and lies back against the cushions.

He closes his eyes and realizes just how tired he really is, his task of staying awake slowly slipping from his mind when exhaustion finally wins and pulls him to sleep.

Several hours later Jay jerks awake when he hears the sound of keys turning in a lock and sits up just in time for Erin to turn on the lights in the apartment and shuffle into her living room.

She looks like something the cat dragged in: her eyes hollow and red from crying, defeat and exhaustion coming off of her in waves.

She is startled when she spots Jay sitting on her couch, but joins him wordlessly when he motions her over.

"Hey," he greets her, his voice quiet and gentle as to not upset her.

She turns her head to look at him and he wants nothing more than to cup her cheek and run his thumb over it soothingly.

He doesn't know if she's gonna lash out at him if he does it though, that's why he settles for giving her a comforting look and before he knows the words, "Did you find Voight?" are out of his mouth and he immediately knows it was the wrong thing to say.

The air in the room is thick with tension and her posture is rigid. 'That bad,' he thinks, but doesn't dare voice it out loud in fear of making her pull up her walls even further.

She just stares at him for a second, closing her eyes briefly before looking at him with a vulnerability in her eyes that is so rare for her that his breath catches in his throat at the sight and then she scoots closer to him and whispers, "Can you just hold me for a while?"

He opens his arms invitingly and she moves to straddle his lap, burying her head in his neck. When his strong arms envelop her, it's like something inside her breaks and he can feel her body shuddering when she starts sobbing silently into him, tears streaming down her face and pooling in the spot between his shoulder and neck.

He doesn't say anything, just holds her closer and starts rubbing soothing circles into her back.

He doesn't know how much time has passed when Erin finally pulls back. Her eyes shining with sadness and heartbreak and something more, something that makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

He can feel the change in her seconds before her lips brush over his and he feels them ghost over his face when he closes his eyes, before finally coming to a rest near his ear.

"Jay, I need this. I need you," she rasps and thrusts her hips against his to emphasize what she wants and her hands press down onto his shoulders until he gets the point and shifts so he is lying down on the couch, Erin on top of him, still straddling his waist.

Her hands have moved to his chest and when she grinds down on him again, his body's reaction is instant.

She stares into his eyes and desperately whispers, "I need to feel something," (what that something is she doesn't specify, but it's clear that it needs to be something that makes her feel good and happy and reminds her that the world is not always the dark place that it currently seems to be), before she lowers her head and her lips are descending on his again.

She kisses him hungrily and he gives in. He knows it's wrong and that she's vulnerable and is using him as a distraction from the current events, but he can't help himself. If Erin wants to feel close to him, wants to feel connected to the person she trusts the most at the moment, that's what he's gonna give her.

After the intensity and desperation of her kisses have slowed down a little, he brings his hands up to her face and caresses it with a gentleness that makes her shiver under his touch and it's like the damn dam breaks all over again and all her pent up emotions bubble to the surface.

She's crying again, although that only seems to spur her on more, to make her kiss him harder and speed up the movement of her hips in a desperate attempt to gain back control of the situation, to get lost in the heat of the moment and give it her all, so that she can concentrate on the sparks of pleasure that are shooting through her body and straight to her core instead of thinking about leaving Voight at the silos, the rain pouring down on him and Justin's killer, while said killer is digging his own grave, a gun trained on his head.

Jay isn't having any of it though and deliberately puts a stop to her movements by pulling her flush against him and removing her lips from his, so her head is resting on one of his shoulders.

"Please, make me feel something," she whimpers, tears still streaming down her face and silent sobs wrecking her body once again.

"I'm sorry, Er," he responds, "but not like this."

She doesn't answer him and he lets her cry herself to sleep on his shoulder. One of his hands is nestled in her hair, the other one is resting protectively against her lower back.

Eventually her sobs die down and her breathing evens out. She's drained and he knows the feeling all too well, but doesn't give in this time.

He stays awake, holding her and hoping that whatever she'd been witness to that evening won't break her.

He's already seen her at her breaking point last year and he has vowed to himself that he'll do everything in his power to prevent that from happening ever again.

All he can do is be there for her and hope that this time it is enough, that she'll be more willing to listen to him now than she was when Nadia was murdered and more receptive to what he has to say.

Will it work or will she push him away and out of her life for good this time? Only time will tell.