"Come on," Jay said. He crossed his arms, and stared Voight right in the eyes. "She was just trying to stop that crazy lady from friggin stabbing me again!"

"I'm not saying I don't agree with you but IA has a different thing in mind," Voight said.

"We'll get her out of this," Jay said, defiantly.

"Not 'we'. You're off the case," Voight said, walking to his chair to sit.

"Woah, you can't just bench me, man," Jay said, taking a step towards the desk.

"I can and I did, and if you don't like it, then I really don't care, Halstead," Hank said, leaning back in his seat.

"Please. Please don't do this. I gotta help her," Jay said, sitting down in one of the seats in front of the sergeant's desk.

"And you will. Be there for her outside of the case, other than that, don't go near it, you understand me?" Voight crossed his arms, looking Jay directly in the eye.

"But I…" Jay tried. The look in Voight's eye solicited a tail-under-the-legs response from baby Halstead. "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?" Voight pressed.

"I understand," Jay answered.

"You understand what? I want you to say it, Halstead," Voight said, now leaning towards Jay.

"I'm off the case," Jay said through gritted teeth. He couldn't help but be emotional about Erin. And Hank knew that.

"This is bullshit! The bitch was killing Jay!" Erin said to Alvin, pacing in Voight's living room.

"We know that, but it doesn't matter to them," Alvin said, watching her as she stepped back and forth throughout the room.

"You need to get some sleep. You can either stay here or go home. That's up to you, but get some sleep, you hear me?" Voight insisted. Erin nodded as he put his hands on her shoulders, making eye contact with her. She sighed.

"Yeah." She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her keys off the table before giving Hank and Alvin a hug. She left the house, intent on getting in bed and curling up against her beautiful, mostly-healed man. Alvin gave Voight a nod before leaving, himself, knowing what he was about to do.

"Come on, you're saying that state-of-the-art camera on your yacht doesn't work?" Jay asked the young man.

"Sort of. I'm actually saying it doesn't work until you have a warrant," The man said, stepping onto his boat.

"Man, I'm not asking for whatever illegal thing you're doing, I'm just asking for the tapes from a very specific time on a very specific day," Jay tried.

"Well I'm asking for a nonspecific warrant from a very nonspecific judge," The guy said. Jay balled his fists and the guy ran.

"The hell?" Jay asked himself before booking it after the guy. Now he wouldn't need the warrant, at least. Probable cause for the win. Problem was, Jay was tired and had just gotten off of bed rest and still moderately wounded. With every few feet, he could feel his last few stitches tearing, but he had to get this guy. He had to know why he'd run in the first place.

"What's your deal, man?!" The guy asked.

"You're the one who ran!" Jay yelled back. He suddenly felt all of the stitchest tear and looked down, still running, to see the blood seeping through his light army-green shirt. He was out of breath and honestly felt that it wasn't worth chasing the guy anymore. He slowed his pace until fully stopping, putting his hands on his knees, panting, his lungs greedily pulling in every bit of oxygen they could.

When he managed to slow his heartrate and his breaths came in more evenly, he heard his phone ring.

"Halstead," He greeted.

"You gonna meet me at Molly's? We gotta celebrate!" Erin said.

"Wait what?" Jay asked.

"Voight pulled some strings and I got off!" She cheered.

"G-good! Gah," Jay groaned.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Erin asked.

"Nothing. I tore my stitches. I'll go to med real quick and then head to Molly's." Jay heard Erin sigh, dramatically, and agree.

"Forget Molly's. I've got something at home… that's… laying on the bed next to the box…" Erin teased.

"Maybe I won't make it to Med?" Jay joked.

"If you don't, it goes back in the box." Erin cautioned.

"Right. I'll tell them to hurry." Jay said, laughing. Damn, he was excited.