I know I should be working on Moments in Time, but I got this idea and it stuck in my head. This will likely be two to three chapters, but I wanted to get the first part out! If there is any mistakes, I'm operating on very little sleep, so please forgive me!

With that, happy reading!

Your past always finds a way to come back and haunt you. What he didn't know was how soon his would show back up.

It always seems like a normal day, but crime and Chicago may as well be synonyms with the cases they catch. The time on his phone read just after four am when Voight called, instructing him to call Hailey and meet him at a house in Englewood. His partner was not exactly thrilled with the call either.

"What?" she answered, her voice laced with sleep and annoyance.

"I'm on my way," Jay replied. "Shooting in Englewood, two dead. Voight just called."

"Copy that," she said before hanging up. This was one of the downsides to your partner being your sergeant's right hand, was you were up when he was. Jay was just lucky that she liked having him around and to keep her safe, otherwise she may switch him for Kevin.

She just finished lacing up her boots when her phone dinged, alerting her that Jay was here. He looked as sleep deprived as she did, except she envied him when she saw him take a sip of what was definitely coffee.

"I hate you," Hailey muttered as she got in the car. It was four am in the middle of November and her pain in the ass of a partner was sipping coffee.

"No you don't," he replied, passing her another cup that she must have missed. Jay didn't wait for anything else from her before he started driving, the silence taking over the truck. Not that they minded, if anything it felt like the calm before the storm, because Jay felt this one would be rough.

The intensity of the blue lights told them they were close, and Jay quickly spotted their sergeant among the sea of uniformed officers. He chuckled under his breath when Hailey exited the car with the coffee. Voight would let this one slide, as always, knowing Hailey was barely human when they woke her up at times like these.

"What's up?" she asked, pausing her affair with the coffee in her hands.

"Neighbors heard shots, called it in. One dead there," Voight paused, pointing to the white sheet that was spread on the sidewalk. "Another was pronounced in the ambo."

"Any idea why?" Jay asked, looking around at their surroundings. He wasn't searching for anything in particular, just something that could give them a much needed lead.

"The neighbor that called it in said the DOA on the sidewalk is likely Evan Harper," Voight explained. "Lives a block away, known for selling whatever pills he could get his hands on."

He wasn't sure why, but the name sounded familiar to Jay. Then again, his mind could be trying to find some connection in his sleep deprived state. They had dealt with so many victims, suspects and CIs over the years that named blended together after a while. It was easy to assume a connection when one wasn't there, as bad of a habit that was for a cop.

"Anyone talk to the family?" Hailey asked. Voight shook his head no, before pinning his two detectives with a stare.

"Here's the address," he said, handing them a piece of paper. The pair looked at each other, silently not ready for dealing with grief-stricken parents, but someone had to. With a nod at Voight, they headed back to the truck, informing their sergeant they would meet him back at the district.

Evan Harper's address was a block away, as the witness said. The house was modest to say the least, and hopefully no one would come at them for knocking on the door so early in the morning.

Jay took the lead, knowing Hailey was still waking up. He also knew part of the reason for her sleepiness was the fact she got home late, considering she had been at his place hours before he dragged her out of bed. He honestly felt a little guilty, thinking maybe he should have made her crash at his place and drop her by her house to get a change of clothes. Hopefully this visit would turn out well and they could meet everyone else with some kind of lead in the morning.

The lights inside the house flicked on after the fourth knock and soon they head the deadbolt unlock. A man their age answered the door, his eyes slits from being assaulted with the lights in the house.

"What do you want?" he asked. He was obviously not in the mood to talk to them.

"Detectives Halstead and Upton," Jay answered. "Does Evan Harper live here?"

The guy's brow furrowed at Jay's question, either confused or annoyed. Jay assumed the former, but you never knew with witnesses.

Before the guy could answer they heard soft footsteps coming from inside the house.

"Devin, who is it?" a woman asked. She came to stand beside who they now knew as Devin before looking at Jay and Hailey. Her eyes quickly went wide, but not for reasons everyone thought.

"Ryan?" she asked and it slowly began to click for Jay. He could sense Hailey's stare at him, but all he could focus on was the woman behind the screen door.

"Bianca," he said, starting to piece it together.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as Hailey and Devin just stood by awkwardly.

"My partner and I are looking for Evan Harper," Hailey interjected, needing to get this conversation back on track. She had recognized Jay's undercover name, but she knew that he used it a lot. There was no telling how this chick knew him as Ryan.

"Evan doesn't live here anymore," Bianca answered, looking between Hailey and Jay. "I'm sorry, but what do you want with Evan? He's not selling what he used to."

Hailey didn't think Bianca realized what was going on and she wasn't thinking Jay would be much help. With a quick glance to her partner, she could see him with a blank stare on his face, a mix between confusion, realization and what Hailey thought was panic.

"We're detectives with the Chicago Police Department," Hailey continued, her words a slap in the face to Bianca, who began backing away from the door.

"What the hell," Bianca whispered before turning to walk away. Hailey didn't waste a second before yanking the screen door open and pushing past Devin. She was kind of grateful for the change of events, because it got them out of the cold for a few minutes.

"Bianca, hey," Hailey said sharply, getting the woman's attention from where she stood in the hallway. "Start talking."

Bianca looked past the blonde at Devin and Jay, both of who were looking clueless, Devin more than Jay. She looked scared all of the sudden, as if talking could open a can of worms no one was ready for.

"You said Evan doesn't live here anymore," Hailey began, trying to prompt Bianca. "So where does he live?"

"I don't know," Bianca whispered, her demeanor becoming shy and nervous under the eyes of the two detectives.

"He moved out a month ago," Devin spoke up. Jay turned to Devin, focusing on the guy that did not refer to him as a persona.

"Why?" Jay asked, addressing Devin and avoiding the elephant in the room. Devin shrugged, but the stare Jay aimed his way had him backtracking.

"He said something about finding a new supplier," Devin began, before Bianca shushed him.

"Dev, shut up!"

"Hey," Hailey warned.

"You were saying?" Jay said, trying to steer this back around.

"His old dealer got thrown in jail and he's been trying to find a new supplier," Devin answered, warily looking at the other two women in the room.

"Old dealer?" Hailey asked before hearing Bianca laughing behind her. Hailey spun around, leveling the woman with the now wearing a smile on her face.

"What?" Hailey barked, no longer in the mood to deal with her anymore. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she watched Bianca rake her eyes over Jay's form. This girl knew something, and if she didn't tell her now, it wasn't going to end well.

"Ryan here knows Evan's old supplier real well," Bianca said, looking him up and down again. "You ever visit her, Ryan?"

"She doesn't have anything to do with this," Jay said, moving towards her. "And right now, you're interfering with an investigation and pissing me off, so let's go."

Hailey quickly followed her partner, moving to cuff Bianca and Devin. The protests coming from them was annoying, but neither detective cared at the moment. They were cuffed and in the truck in seconds.

"Jay," Hailey said, grabbing his arm and moving them from their suspects' view. "What's going on? You need to tell me now before this blows up."

Jay sighed, his breath noticeable in the cool Chicago air. He knew he needed to be honest with Hailey right now. They hadn't come this far for him to go backwards.

"It's Camila," he said, "The dealer they're talking about."

"What the hell," Hailey whispered, more in disbelief than anything.

"I never met Evan, I swear," he said. "But I've met Bianca a few times. I didn't put it together until she started goading me."

"How do you want to play this?" Hailey asked. She believed Jay when he said he never met Evan, but this could be bad if Bianca said anything. Jay was freaking out, she could tell that easily. But what they were gonna do about it was a different story.

"I'll talk to Voight when we get back. I'll get in front of this."

"And if we have to go talk to her?" Hailey said, speaking the one thing that was on her mind since they learned this information.

"I'll handle it," Jay said, his voice lethal as he rounded the truck to the driver's side.

"I met her shortly after I started dating Camila," Jay said, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the bullpen. He figured it was better to get everyone on the same page. After everything with Adam and Antonio, it became an unspoken rule in the unit that there were no secrets.

"She wasn't anyone of importance, just one of those girls that hung around looking to get high whenever she could. I never really spoke to her outside of parties, it could be said she and Camila were friends."

"But she knew you?" Kim asked, not wanting to voice the obvious.

"Enough that it did surprise me to see her there," Jay answered. "I knew who she was instantly and knew she would recognize me."

"Okay," Voight said, walking to stand by Jay. "As much as I don't want to do this, Jay, Hailey, go talk to Camila. The rest of you, pull everything on Evan, Devin and Bianca. For now, we keep Jay's name out of this until we can get a lead. We're finding his killer, not busting him."

Everyone nodded before splitting up to do their assigned tasks. Jay and Hailey began to head to Jay's truck before hearing their sergeant call their names.

"I just want to make sure you're both okay with this," he asked, looking both of them in the eye. "I can send someone else."

"No," Jay said immediately. "But it won't be easy."

"We're gonna need to give her something," Hailey said, her eyes flicking from Voight to Jay. Recognition registered on Voight's face while Jay looked between the two, confused.

"I know," Voight replied, leaving Jay clueless. "I'm gonna call the state's attorney, see what I can do. I'll let you know when I have an answer."

Hailey nodded, before pulling Jay out of Voight's office. She needed to tell him what happened, and Voight knew that. She was surprised he let her get as far as the roll up before grabbing her hand and pulling her back to him.

"Okay," she began, not waiting for his prompting. "I haven't been totally honest."

"Hailey," he began, his voice soft in that tone of his he only used with her.

"Before we officially charged Camila," Hailey began. "I spoke to her in lockup."

The look Jay gave her was one she never wanted to see again. It was disappointment and disbelief, but she knew she did the right thing back then.

"She asked your real name, I told her," Hailey continued. "I told her to keep her mouth shut about what happened that night, leave you out of it. She does that, I help her with the charges. She agreed."

Jay just looked at her as if he still didn't believe what she just said. Part of him was upset Hailey didn't feel the need to tell him, but he was also thankful he had her in his life, that she would do that for him. Voight never let him read the report, and by the time he got his head back on straight, he didn't want to.

"She's up for parole in a few months," Hailey continued. "So, if we can give her something, maybe she will talk."

"Thank you," Jay whispered, squeezing Hailey's hand. She smiled up at him, relieved he didn't think the worst of her. She expected a million other questions, but he gave her space. Case now, questions later.

"We're good?" she asked, needing the confirmation. Jay didn't respond right away, pulling her to him before wrapping his arms around her.

"And we will always be good," he finished, quoting his own words from a year ago.

Their nerves were through the roof as they sat in the visiting room, waiting for Camila. They explicitly asked that she not be told who wanted to see her, for fear that she would refuse them.

"Hey," Hailey said, needing to calm her partner down. "How about you come over tonight? Pizza and we can watch the Bears game?"

"That sounds good," Jay replied, and if on cue, they heard the door open, both standing to greet Camila.

As much as Jay wanted to avoid watching her reaction, he couldn't. He needed to see what she thought about seeing him here, two years later. The shock that spread across her face was likely understated, but Jay knew her. He could see the tiniest bit of fear in her eyes, fear that something happened and the deal she had with Hailey was about to blow up in her face.

"Jay," she said, and the entire room was surprised to hear his name come from her lips. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

Her demeanor quickly shifted as she went on the defensive. Hailey sat back down across from Camila while Jay paced behind her. No one wanted to be here, but this is where the case led them.

"We need to ask you some questions," Hailey began, taking the lead on this. She knew Jay really didn't want to be here, and the less interaction he had with Camila, the better.

Camila looked at the two detectives, stopping back on Hailey as she started shaking her head.

"I never said anything," she said softly, her walls falling quickly.

"That's not why we're here," Hailey told her. "We're here about Evan Harper."

Jay looked up then at Camila, her own eyes meeting his. It was weird to be looking at a woman he loved, or so he thought, after all this time, especially here. It was a situation he never expected to be in, but his mistakes would catch up at some point.

"Why are you asking about Evan?" she asked.

"Because he's dead," Jay said for the first time. "And we have a source that says you were his supplier."

"Who?" Camila asked.

"Bianca."

"Bitch," Camila mumbled under her breath. Jay raised an eyebrow in her direction, hoping she wasn't playing games with them.

"Cam," he said, kicking himself for using his nickname for her. He started to say more, but she shut him down.

"Don't call me that!" she exploded but stayed glued in her seat. "I don't owe you anything!"

"Hey," Hailey said, trying to calm everyone down. "We're not pulling your deal. But if you help us, we can help you get parole in a few months."

"And if I don't?" she said defiantly.

"Then we will leave," Hailey said calmly. "But it is in your best interest to cooperate. Besides the fact that I can promise you the chances of you being out of here in a few months are very good, if you know something that can help us and don't tell us, I have no choice but to charge you with obstruction."

The room went silent as they watched Camila processed their words. Jay still felt that she was a good person, she was just dealt a crap hand. He sincerely hoped that she would be willing to help, especially with their near guarantee that she could get parole.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing in his pocket. Neither Hailey nor Camila seemed fazed as he pulled it out, checking the text he just got from Voight.

"It's official," he said, pocketing his phone and walking towards the two women. "If you help us, you will be released within the next two months."

Two sets of eyes fell onto him, both looking slightly shocked at the new information. He couldn't help but notice the difference in how both of them looked at him. One with surprise and hope, the other with compassion and pride.

There was only one that mattered to him, though.

"That was our boss," Jay continued. "State's attorney just signed off on the deal. You help us with our investigation, next parole hearing is yours."

He looked at Hailey, telling her everything was okay. Jay knew she had doubts about everything, but he was fine, separating his emotions from his job for the sake of the case. He was over Camila, he knew that. His feelings had shifted since they were together, and he felt that this was the case that would change it all.

Hailey turned back to Camila as Jay sat beside her. They both looked at Jay's ex, a thought that was weird and uncomfortable for them both.

"Okay," she said after a beat. "What do you want to know?"