Two.

Her son was two.

Erin Lindsay's son was two-years-old.

She still couldn't believe it. Two years ago she slept with her now ex-boyfriend Cole and he got her pregnant. When she told him, he freaked, beat her, and left.

She hasn't seen him since.

And she was left to raise her son alone, for the most part. Her "dad" Voight helped…a lot.

Erin's used to be part-time babysitter turned full time, and she was beyond grateful she could go back to her job full-time work and the pay.

"Lindsay!" she heard Adam yell to her.

"Hey, Adam…" she replied, smiling.

"How's my nephew?"

Lindsay laughed, "He's two, and he's driving me insane."

"Aw, come on, Linds…" She heard Jay enter.

She pointed at him, "Yeah, which reminds me, he's never allowed to hang out with you again. He didn't start acting up until after you watched him!"

"You must've taught him well, then, Halstead." Adam joked.

Jay smirked and sat down at his desk. "We'll see about that."

"I don't know about you either, Adam, with that comment." Lindsay shot him a warning look.

"You're really going to try to keep Kyle from his awesome uncles?" Adam asked, and Jay inwardly cringed.

He hated being known as an uncle.

He would've much rather have been called daddy.

But Cole beat him to it, then beat her up, and walked out.

And he better not come back in.

Or Jay would take care of him…and then tell Voight, who would also take care of him.

Jay smiled with that thought.

"Welcome back, for good, Erin." Voight came out, and he actually smiled. "As much as I want to celebrate, we've caught a double near the bridge."

They all headed out.

"Looks like a drug hit…" Ruzek said looking at the bodies.

"Never judge a book by its cover, but it does." Added Voight.

That's when they heard the gunshots.

They all drew their weapons and got behind their cars. They still couldn't tell where the gunshots were coming from.

Jay and Erin were hiding behind the first car. Voight, Adam, and Antonio were behind the second.

"Agh!" In the haze of bullets, Jay heard Erin grunt, and slightly through the car windows, he saw her go down.

"Erin!" he screamed, he had to get over there, but he still had no idea where the bullets were coming from.

The bullets stopped, but probably not for long.

"Halstead! Get to her! We'll cover you!" Voight, Adam, and Antonio all stood up and started shooting, blindly. Meanwhile, Jay cautiously crossed the back of the car.

"Erin, where are you hurt?"

"It's just my shoulder, they're up there!" Erin pointed with her free hand, and Jay stood up and started shooting.

The others caught on, and started shooting in that direction also.

Erin put the gun in her other hand, stood up, and started shooting also.

"Erin, get down!" Jay shouted.

"No."

"What if they start shooting again?!"

"They probably will."

And Jay remembered that he could never win a fight with Erin Lindsay. It was a trait she picked up from Voight.

"Get in the car, Erin!"

"No."

"Halstead! If she's shot, get her out of here!" He heard Voight's voice boom over the gunfire that had started again.

"Okay, Erin, please. I would prefer to not be in trouble with our boss, and more importantly, your dad."

Erin glared at him, and carefully got in the car.

Jay quickly crossed back to the driver's side and sped off.

Chicago P.D.

"Where the hell is she?!"

Jay silently swore and stood up as he heard Voight's voice boom when he entered the emergency room's waiting area. "Voight…"

"I swear to God if anything happens to her…"

Jay couldn't take this anymore. "Hey! She's my partner too, ya know! Why the hell do you keep treating me like I don't care about her?! I don't get it! I'm not her enemy! You wanna yell at someone go track down her douche bag ex, Cole and kick his ass! But I'm sick of you chewing out mine!"

It was then that Jay realized that the whole team was behind him, and you could've heard a pin drop…

Someone gulped, and Jay wasn't sure of whether it was him or not. He needed Voight to say something, anything…

Besides that he was fired. He didn't think he could handle that.

Instead Voight smirked. "I was waitin' for you to grow a pair, kid; and it's about damn time." He patted him on his shoulder blade. "How's she doin'?"

Jay was speechless.

No, he was in shock.

He decided it was both, and he stood there, dumbfounded. Just like that, the pair was gone.

"Halstead, speak!" Alvin yelled at him.

"I…I don't know." Jay finally found his voice, "The doctors haven't come back from surgery yet."

"Where was she shot?" Voight asked.

"She said her shoulder. There was a lot of blood, but she was walking…and conscious, and taking after you." Jay nodded toward Voight.

"Okay…easy…you just grew a pair, there, kid, don't wear it out too soon."

This time, Jay smirked and looked away.

That was when the doctor came out. "Erin Lindsay."

The doctor jumped, seeing almost the entire waiting area stand.

"Um…are all of you next of kin?"

"Basically, I'm her legal father, but whatever you got to say to me, you can say to them." Voight stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, nodded his head toward his crew and the whole squad stood up crossed their arms over their chests. The doctor probably didn't know they were from Intelligence and thought they were a gang or something.

"Alright then, in that case, I'm glad I have good news. Erin will make it through the surgery just fine. The bullet hit her in the shoulder, but missed any major arteries, nerves, and organs. Does she live alone?"

"Yes. Is that going to be a problem?" Voight's eyebrows shot up and he didn't want to imagine what was running through Jay's head at that moment.

"Well…she will have limited mobility of her right arm. I'm pretty sure that's her dominant side…"

"Okay, thanks, Doc, don't worry, we'll take care of her." Voight smiled at the doctor and as soon as she walked away, he turned to Jay. "Don't you even think about it, kid."

Jay threw his hands up as if Voight was going to shoot him, "I'm not thinking anything. I'm still in shock you said I had a pair."

Adam leaned in to whisper to Kim, "Yeah, so are we…" they both chuckled.

Chicago P.D.

"You know you don't have to do this." Erin said, and smiled as Voight helped her carry in her bags.

"Mommy!" Kyle screamed and came running over to her, but Voight intercepted, picking the laughing toddler up.

"Careful, crazy, mommy's arm hurts and you can't touch it."

Kyle got a smirk on his face, and Voight knew what he was going to go do as soon as he put Kyle down, so he didn't.

"What are your plans now?" Voight asked Erin.

"Get a drink."

Voight shot her a look, and she smiled, "Just kidding." Turning to Kyle, she said, "Hey, buddy, have you eaten anything?"

Kyle nodded.

"Okay…why don't you go watch some TV while Gdad and I talk?"

The little boy nodded and Voight put him down. Voight didn't want to be called a grand- anything, so they decided on Gdad…it was easy for Kyle to say too.

"Did you catch the sons of bitches?" Erin spit as soon as Kyle was out of earshot.

Voight smirked at her language. "What do you think?"

Erin smiled. "Good, they should rot in hell for what they did to me. I hate being dependent on people. It reminds me of when I was with…" She felt the tears brim her eyes, and blinked them back. Meanwhile, Voight embraced her in one of his rare hugs.

"If you need anything, at all, you do not hesitate to call me. You got it?"

Erin smiled, rolled her eyes, and replied, "Yes, dad."

"Oh, by the way, you can call Jay too. He'd probably get here quicker than I could anyway."

Erin's mouth dropped.

And she was speechless.

No, dumbfounded.

She decided on both, "W…What?"

Voight smirked, "He grew a pair while you were in the emergency room. I came in guns blazing at him – as usual, and he gave it right back to me, finally. He said if I really wanted someone to yell at that it should be Cole, but I'd prefer to do worse to Cole…a lot worse to Cole."

"Wait…go back. What else did he say?"

Voight shrugged, grabbing a can of soda from the fridge and popping it open, "He said that I needed to stop holding him responsible for everything that happened to you – that he already did that himself enough. Then he said those things about Cole."

"…And what did you say?"

"What was I supposed to say? I was proud. It was a great moment. The kid finally grew a pair and a backbone. He's finally ready for you…isn't that what you wanted?"

"Wait, wait, lemme get this straight."Erin was eyeing him, "The only reason you were hard on him was so he would get over his fear of you?"

Voight nodded, "And because I care about you. But, yeah, if he doesn't fear me anymore, he won't hesitate to protect you from anything."

"That's some officially screwed up logic. He would've protected me no matter what anyway!"

Uh-oh.

Voight smiled and shrugged again, "Maybe. But now I know it for sure. Goodnight, Erin, and please, call the guy. He's been worried sick about you since we left the waiting area without him."

"Oh, so he wasn't strong enough to take me from you then?" Erin smiled thinking she had gotten one over on Voight's faulty logic.

But Voight laughed, "Oh, no…I threatened him with my gun. He definitely wasn't bringing you home tonight."

Erin laughed again and shook her head as she led him to the door. "Well, goodnight. I'll see ya."

"You stay home until you're healed one-hundred-and-ten percent. You got that?"

Erin sighed again, "Yes, dad."

"Do not come into work, Erin, I'm warning you."

"Is this a test to make me grow a pair too?" Erin smirked

Voight shook his head and walked out the door.

Erin lived in a first floor apartment. It wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either. Her kitchen, dining room, and living room were basically connected; then there was the hallway where the bedrooms were. She actually had a three bedroom, just in case the babysitter needed to come back over. She could make herself at home, and that wouldn't cost Erin her pay. Voight was paying for a lot of stuff – no matter how much she wanted that to stop.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the glass door.

Instinct kicked in, and she put her left hand on her gun, so thankful that she had switched the holster to her left hip, and gotten trained to shoot with both hands. She moved one of the blinds over with her right hand and saw who it was. She quickly relaxed, and let Jay in.

"What is this Rapunzel?" Erin asked.

"No, thank God…your hair's a bit too short; and not blonde enough… And you're not wearing a dress…"

She punched him on the shoulder, "Will you just shut up already, what are you doing here?"

"Come on, Lindsay, you know I had to check on my partner."

"Why? Am I weak now?" That came out a lot softer than Erin expected it to. Truth was it hurt her. Being weak and dependent…it wasn't easy for Erin Lindsay.

"Of course not. You're one of the strongest women I know…emotionally, mentally, and physically…"he said the last part while gripping his shoulder to feign pain.

Erin smiled at his effort, but wasn't buying and she lowered her head and sat on the couch.

Jay followed. "Hey…hey, come on."

"What, Jay? Where am I going? I can't go to work. If I do, Voight might kill me himself. I can barely do anything with my right arm or hand…" The tears reared up again, and Lindsay couldn't hold them all back this time. One slowly fell down her left cheek as she turned away from Jay. It was pointless though, it was obvious she was crying. "And so soon after what he did…"

Without hesitation, he wiped the tear off her cheek, "Erin, listen to me…" He realized it was now or never, she needed him now, and this might be able to help her. He sure as hell hoped it would, "You are definitely the strongest woman I know. You have been through hell and back; and still manage to make a great life for Kyle and yourself. Your babysitter loves you, and Kyle. You're an amazing mom, and you're…" Jay gulped, he couldn't believe how nervous he was, "You're definitely the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met."

There, he said it. But there was no relief…

Until she kissed him.

And in the very, very back of his mind, he thanked Voight for making him grow a pair. It was getting put through the ringer today…but this part, he was enjoying.

Erin used her right leg to scoot closer to him on the couch, but pretty soon, she was straddling him…with her right arm between them in the sling. She had her left hand at the back of his neck while his hands were on her waist; both trying to pull each other closer, if that was possible. They were already pretty close as it was.

And she could feel the pair he had grown today.