Omg! I am so, so, so, sorry to say it but, this is the end – unless you guys get out your pitchforks and demand a better ending; which…I don't honestly think I could've done better. I wished this story was longer, but frankly, I feel like I lost most of the fan-base TYO had and that was sorta depressing. Plus, there is no way I can keep up with the show. I wouldn't be doing it justice.

So, without further ado, here goes the last chapter in the TYO/CU storyline.

Please enjoy, and try NOT to kill me afterwards – no matter how much you'll want to.

"Voight."

"Yeah, Voight, it's me…"

"I know who hit is. What's wrong?"

"We got a problem."

"Are you going to tell me or just keep going with the bullshit?"

"Cole's part of a gang."

Silence.

"The Mickey Cobras." Voight finally said.

"How'd you know?" Jay asked him, his eyes narrowed.

"I didn't. You just told me."

Jay nodded, though Voight couldn't see it.

"It sounds better to Erin if she thinks I already knew."

Now Voight was met with silence.

"And, before you ask me how I knew that, just remember, I was your age once."

And with that, Voight hung up.

Jay smiled and shook his head slowly hanging up the phone and putting it back on the counter.

"So, what's our first move?" Erin asked him as he sat down.

Jay shrugged, "Apparently Voight's already planning it."

It wasn't a total lie. Erin furrowed her brows at him, nonetheless.

After a pause, she asked, "Should we go in tomorrow or go get Kyle?"

"We should probably go in. If Voight's planning something, it'll be big; he'll need all of us."

Erin nodded, and moments later, they were heading in for bed.

Little did they know how long their next day was going to be.

"You're what?!" Halstead asked, shocked at what he had just heard his boss say.

"Did I stutter? We're going to make Cole believe he's gotten what he wants."

"But, isn't putting Erin for bait exactly what he wants?"

Voight shook his head, "Halstead, Erin is able to take care of herself."

"I'm fully aware of that, but against that bastard?"

"I'm in." Erin said, then.

All heads snapped to look at her.

"You sure?" Voight asked.

"Yeah, if it means getting this prick so he can't hurt me or my son once and for all, then hell yeah. I'm in."

Voight nodded. "Alright, you remember his old hole, right?"

Erin rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest nodding.

"Alright, suit up." Voight told Intelligence, and they were gone within minutes.

Cole's "hole" just so happened to be the bar that Justin had seen him bragging at.

They dressed Erin in a red cocktail dress, and she knew how to play drunk. She also had a piece strapped to her upper thigh; and a knife down her chest.

When she walked into the bar, she immediately went up to the counter and ordered.

"Never thought I'd see you around these parts again." A voice came up behind her, creepy, close and hot breath breathing down her neck.

When she spun around, it was none other than Cole.

Her "fight or flight" instinct was kicking into overdrive and every nerve in her body screamed at her to run. But this wasn't the time. The time for running was over. This was where she would fight.

And fight like hell.

"Neither did I, but plans change." She retorted when she realized she had been thinking too long.

Instead of answering, though, Erin was suddenly aware of a forceful yank on her arm, her injured arm, and she was being pulled into the direction of Cole and the rest of his immediate gang – she guessed.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, fully aware that she was wearing a wire…and hoping he was stupid enough to give up his plan.

"Like I'm going to tell you anything, bitch." And once he was finished talking to some other guy, he looked back at her, "Not that it would matter, though," he pulled out a small hand-held device and waved it in the air. "you see, this little doohickey right here, blocks all transmitters. You, honey, have no signal."

Erin could feel the panic creeping up.

Apparently, she had underestimated him.

They all had underestimated him.

He was yanking her out of the building – a side entrance, into an alley.

Then she saw the car.

And, even worse, she felt the barrel of a gun pressed into her back, as Cole reached down the front of her dress and removed the knife. Then, he reached up her dress and removed her gun.

"She's not talking. Why can't we hear her?!" Halstead screamed. He was pacing. And he had been since this whole shindig had started.

"Just give her time, Halstead." Voight said, listening to the receiver also. The car they were leaning on was about two blocks away from the bar. Halstead was pacing in an alley.

"This is bullshit, Voight. We should be hearing her, something, anything. Adam, can't you fix that piece of shit?"

"I'm trying, Halstead! Calm down, I'm sure she's fine."

"And why was she ordering a drink anyway?" Halstead asked Voight.

"Don't worry, Halstead, it didn't have any alcohol in it. The bar tender is an undercover also. They made the drink look like the real thing. Now will you shut up and calm the hell down?"

"I can't calm down! We just sent Erin in there, with her bastard of an ex, who is in a gang, by the way, and we can't hear a damn word she's saying anymore! I want to know what the hell is going on."

"Hey, guys, can you hear me?"

All heads snapped to the walkies they were holding as they heard the undercover who was the bartender speaking.

"Yeah, this is Halstead. What you got?"

"Did you guys see Erin walk out?"

Jay felt his heart and stomach hit the floor as he looked at Voight wide-eyed.

To his credit, though, Voight stayed calm…for the most part.

"Which exit did they take?"

"The alley side-one. No one really knows about it except employees. I wouldn't have known about it had it not been for some guy coming and going through it all day the other day during my shift."

Halstead looked at the building plans that were in front of him again. "There…there is no damn side entrance!"

"Yeah, when I asked the guy about it, he said it was new…and that the city probably hadn't updated the file…"

The words Halstead uttered that moment were unrepeatable – even by Voight's standards.

"There never was a witness at that house, was there? It was a trap." Lindsay asked Cole from the front passenger seat.

Cole shrugged, "Listen, bitch, I'm not telling you shit…"

"So what do you plan to do with me, then? You can't hold me captive forever."

"I did it once; I could do it again if I wanted to."

"So…you're not going to hold me?"

Cole shook his head as they ran yet another red light on the street.

"You keep running red lights like that and soon enough you'll be running from red and blue lights."

Cole chuckled, "You think I'm not prepared to outrun your little buddies? What makes you think a patrol car is going to be any feat?"

Erin shrugged, "I know plenty of people who have gone down because of traffic stops. Cops aren't as dumb as people like to think."

"Yeah, says the woman who tried to trap me, but ended up in a trap herself."

Erin glared at him, "Come on, if you're going to kill me at least tell me what you're going to do first."

"What do you think this is? Some piece of shit superhero movie? I got news for you, dollface, your 'Superman's' ain't comin'. You know that door I brought you out of, nobody knows about it 'cept me and employees. It's not on any floor plans, maps, or other shitty paperwork. They're not going to find you. Now, will you shut up? You're giving me a damn fucking headache."

Erin showed no emotion, but inside, she was scared. If Halstead and Voight didn't know about the exit, then it could be a little while before they found out about it. And who knows if they had found out about it yet as a matter-of-fact.

Closing her eyes, she forced her heart rate to lessen, and herself to calm down. This was Voight and Halstead they were talking about. Cole's two biggest problems.

Halstead stood corrected, though, it didn't matter what order. They would both go to hell and back for her if they had to.

She smiled with the thought, and Cole back-handed her. "What the fuck you smiling for?"

She glared at him, a hand on her cheek. "What the hell do you think?"

"You little bitch." Cole sneered.

"Right back at ya." Erin replied.

He started blabbing about something, but Erin knew that if there was any way she was going to get out of this, now was her chance. He didn't have the gun pointed at her anymore.

The idiotic bastard hadn't even bothered tying her up.

He must think he still controls me she thought.

Quietly removing her seat belt, which he didn't notice, she pretended to be listening. Looking out the windshield, Erin knew they were on one of the city streets. She also knew, there was a field coming up shortly.

Without warning, she lunged – punching Cole in the side of the face with her right hand, and grabbing the wheel with her left.

He recoiled quicker than she thought he would, though and started punching her with his left, grabbing the wheel with his right.

Fortunately, his left hand was weaker, so the punches didn't hurt Erin as bad as they could've. She was able to keep fighting, and now, she was on her knees as she gave him punch after punch.

The car was swerving.

Neither of them were paying attention.

People were beeping, but that also didn't matter.

Erin was on her knees in the passenger seat as she sent blow after blow to any place she could hit him.

He was attempting to fend her off and steer the car at the same time.

Unfortunately for him, though, Erin didn't care whether she lived or died – she just wasn't going down without a fight.

She grabbed the wheel and jerked - quickly sitting back down and putting her seatbelt on. Adrenaline can be a funny thing sometimes.

She put her arms over her head and bent over slightly as the car flipped and started rolling.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"This is Lieutenant Severide with the Fire Department. I just witnessed an accident. I need a bus at the corner of Smith and 43rd street. The woman in the passenger seat is with Chicago P.D. The man in the driver's seat has multiple deep lacerations to the head, and is bleeding. The woman is unresponsive. Where am I at with that bus?"

"Lieutenant, an ambulance is on its way."

"Thank you. I need to hang up now to do my job." And he shoved the phone back in his pocket. He got on all fours and started softly calling her name, "Erin? Erin, if you can hear me say something…or…move something…"

Severide got nothing.

"Erin…come on…" Severide mumbled. Since he was in his civilian car, he had no equipment to start working, and he knew that if he started prematurely, he could end up doing more damage than good.

He still got no response.

"Erin! Please!"

There were tears threatening to come to his eyes, but he held them back. Brett, Mills, the fire department, and Chicago P.D. would be here soon and they would need him with a clear head to help."

"Erin, can you hear me?"

Miraculously, she groaned. It was faint, but…he had heard it.

Then, her head started moving.

"Erin, stay still! The ambulance is on its way!" Severide called.

She groaned again, but, fortunately, stopped moving.

However, the man who was in the car with her – that Severide didn't recognize – was crawling out of the car.

Next thing Severide knew, there was a gun to his face.

He threw both of his hands up.

And then, a blur of dark clothing and jeans slammed into the guy from the side, and they both went down.

Severide walked forward to get a closer look, and realized that Halstead had tackled the man, and was currently sending punches to anywhere that was open.

Somehow, the man – who still had injuries from the car accident – lashed back out at Halstead, and Halstead flew backwards.

The man stood up, and Severide realized the gun was on the ground a few feet away from him.

They both dove for it, but just before the other guy reached it, someone stepped on his hand – full force.

And when Severide looked up, Voight was glaring at the man.

And, if looks could kill, this man – whoever he was – would be thirty feet deep.

Severide stood, and Halstead walked over to the man. Voight let up from his hand, and Halstead grabbed him by the neck and threw him.

"Who is he?" Severide asked Voight, as Voight stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.

Voight glanced at him for a second, "Erin's ex-boyfriend. Used to beat the shit out of her behind all of our backs. He's Kyle's father, too."

Severide nodded as they watched Halstead literally kick Cole's butt around the field the car had ended up in.

The fire department had arrived by this time, and had Erin out of the vehicle. She had some trauma to the head, back, arms, and legs; but otherwise, they couldn't see or sense anything else wrong with her.

Moments later, Voight put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

Halstead immediately stopped and looked at him.

Voight nodded, and in return, Halstead nodded.

Voight started approaching, grabbing a gun from his waistband.

"If you're into the system's rules and guidlines, Severide, I would suggest you don't look." Voight muttered as he walked away.

Severide was dumbfounded. They weren't really going to…

Two shots rang through the sky, and Severide realized they weren't just going to; they had.

They murdered Cole.

And neither one of them cared.

And, even weirder, no one else seemed to have noticed but him – because the rest of Intelligence was "distracting" everyone else on scene.

When Severide turned his attention back to Halstead and Voight, they were walking back toward him.

They both stopped in front of him and crossed their arms over their chests.

"What'd you see today, Severide?" Voight asked him.

And Severide knew perfectly damn well what he should answer; so he did. "I saw an accident. Called it in. Perp in the front seat escaped and held a gun to you, Halstead; so, Voight shot him."

Voight and Halstead shared a glance and nodded. "Works for us."

Severide nodded too. "What'd he do?"

"Let's just say, everyone involved will be able to sleep tonight." Jay muttered before both Intelligence agents walked away.

And Severide could only stare after them.

Four months later…

After finishing the dishes, Erin walked to the doorframe between the living room and the kitchen. Leaning against it, she watched as Jay and Kyle were sitting on the floor – Kyle in Jay's lap – and they had the television on, and one of those educational toys in Kyle's hand that Jay had swore he had had when he was Kyle's age.

Smiling, she watched the two boys, as Jay would mumble into Kyle's ear the right way to work the toy, or what that number or letter was…

She moved the dishrag around her hands, wiping them off, and continuing to watch.

"So, are you just going to stand there and stare at us, or are you going to put the dishrag away before your fingers prune and come help me?" Jay said, looking up at her and smiling.

After everything that had happened, Voight had broken down and allowed Erin and Jay to have a relationship.

He also allowed them to move in together.

They had each moved out of their apartments, and moved into something closer to Nicole.

It was a two bedroom, and spacious enough for Kyle to not get bored running from room to room.

The complex was also down the street from a small park.

Jay had already mentioned he couldn't wait to take Kyle there when the weather was warmer.

Erin had only nodded. She couldn't believe the contrast between Jay and Cole.

She absolutely loved it, though. Of course, she hadn't yet found something about Jay that she didn't love.

There was one thing that nagged at her, though.

As an officer of the law, you are supposed to believe in the justice system, but it had failed her on an entirely personal level.

As an officer of the law, you're not supposed to support murder – even if one of your own has done it.

As an officer of the law, you're supposed to care about the person who died.

But, Erin would be lying if she claimed she missed Cole.

Erin would be lying if she tried to say that she still couldn't sleep at night.

And, Erin would be really lying to herself if she tried to say that she wasn't looking forward to this life she lived now.

Her old life was long gone, far removed, and in the past to stay.

And the next thought that brought a smile to her face was the fact that from now on, it was going to stay that way.

She put the dishrag down, walked into the living room, and sat next to Jay; smiling down at her son.

"Hey, uncle Jay?" Kyle asked.

But, before Jay could answer, Erin said, "Hey, Kyle, can you try calling Uncle Jay daddy instead?"

Kyle beamed.

And Erin swore, out of the corner of her eye, Jay did too.

"Hey, daddy…"

Alright, I'm apologizing in advance. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure that I took them really OOC with Cole's murder, but let's face it – there really was no other way to end the story, right?

I hope not.

Oh, and if you're confused as to what happened with Severide, something was working on Erin's side because they crossed an intersection that he was at and he recognized Erin in the passenger seat; followed, and saw the accident.

I had to write something nice for him because I love Chicago Fire now too, but I'm still REALLY glad that the writers went with Linstead instead of Linseride.

Anyway, enough of my blabbing; if you're going to hate on this, please save it for the PMs.

Thank you in advance!

And, to those of you who stuck with this from TYO, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.