A/N: The last part is up! The ending is a little eh, but other than that I really like this idea/story. Review!

"What do you want?" She asks his back because he isn't facing her.

He turns around and she sees the tears running down his face and his baggy under eyes and her heart breaks.

"I'm sorry, kid," her eyes flutter closed at the term of endearment she's been receiving from his since the beginning, "I'm so sorry." He sniffles and wipes at his eyes stubbornly. She stays in her spot with her eyes closed, holding the tears back that have formed there.

She feels his palm cup her face, and the tears break free, her face turning into it and her left hand grasping his wrist.

"You're all I have left. Please forgive me, I can't lose you too." He pleads.

She opens her eyes then, remembering the similar words when he was thanking her a couple weeks back. She looks at him and lets out a sob, something she's been doing a lot lately.

She pulls away and wipes her eyes, beckoning him inside with a nod of her head. He follows her through the apartment and he takes a seat at the counter while she leans on the opposite side of it.

"How's your face?" She says, semi-joking.

He smirks, "Better than his hand." She pulls a small smile.

His smirk drops, the moment over.

"Listen, kid—" Hank starts, looking at his hands on the counter.

"I forgive you," he looks up and she grabs his hand in hers, "I forgive you. I've been thinking about how it would've gone down, you telling me. I would have been way madder if you had told me when I was fifteen and truly believing that my father was in jail. I wouldn't have believed you, or trusted you, or lived with you, and I probably would have been dead. It was a good call. I just wish you would've told me sooner than this. How am I supposed to trust you like that again?" She whispers the last part. He closes his eyes and nods, understanding where she was coming from.

"I don't know," he sighs, "I was going to tell you when you graduated from the academy, but then Camille died and we were all devastated. I didn't have the heart to tell you, not when we were all so sad. After that, it was never a good time." He says, both their eyes starting to tear up at the thought of his late wife.

"There was never going to be a good time." She replies, sighing and letting the tears fall hopefully for the last time for a while.

"I know," he whispers. He gets up and walks around to her side of the counter, reaching out to wipe her tears away. She steps closer and wraps her arms around his neck in a hug. He sighs, finally getting the closure he needed.

"Hey, I saw the Godfather is replaying all night," she says, and he chuckles. He pulls away and holds her elbows.

"You got any hot chocolate?" She laughs, pointing to the cupboard that holds the packets.

She walks into the living room as he busies himself with the drinks, turning the TV on and flipping to the channel playing the Godfather.

She smiles at them repeating history. When she was younger unable to sleep, she'd come downstairs and make hot chocolate, sitting on the couch. He'd come down every time and make his own cup, and they'd watch the Godfather. The first time she had never seen it, and then as the nights became more frequent, she came to love it as much as he did.

She rewinds it to the start and settles on the couch. He walks in with the mugs of the chocolatey goodness, handing her hers and settling next to her on the couch. She pulls a blanket to cover their laps and lays her head on his shoulder, just like they used to.

Voight pulls a small smile on his face, contently sipping his drink and enjoying his favorite movie.

"We haven't done this in awhile." He ponders.

She chuckles, replying, "Yeah, well, now I have someone else keeping me up at night."

He closes his eyes as his face twists in a mixture discomfort and disgust and she laughs at him.

When she's done with her cup she reaches forward to place it on the coffee table, then leaning back and getting comfortable in her former position.

She ends up falling asleep twenty-something minutes later like she normally did.

The opening and closing of the front door wakes her up, letting her know Jay is back from Molly's with Will. She opens her eyes but keeps her head on Voight's shoulder.

Jay gasps, feigning hurt and grasping his chest, "I've been replaced. You wound me, Erin Lindsay."

She smiles and goes to pause the movie. She gets up from the couch and walks over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. They hug for a moment and Voight looks away.

He gets up from the couch when she pulls away from Jay, "It's late, kid, I should go." She nods and starts toward the door. He walks up to Jay and he turns toward the older man, not knowing what to expect.

Voight holds out his hand and Jay goes to shake it. He brings his other hand over his in a firm shake, "If she likes you, I like you."

"Likewise, but I'm not sorry for punching you," Jay replies with a smile.

"Voight chuckles, "Good. I wouldn't be either. You're off desk duty when this one comes back tomorrow," he says, jerking his head toward Erin who's waiting against the door, watching the whole ordeal with a small smile.

Jay nods, and the man releases his hand. He heads for the bedroom while Voight walks toward Erin and the door. She opens it when he gets there, watching him step out. She walks forward and hugs him again, glad that things are back to normal.

"Does this mean I have to call you dad now?" She says with a smile.

He pulls away with a smile of his own, "You can call me whatever you want, kid."

She smiles and nods.

"Good night, kid." He starts down the hall, stopping when he hears her.

"Good night, dad." He looks back briefly with a smile and then starts off down the hall again.

"I take it things went well?" Jay says as his shirtless self hugs her from behind in the kitchen.

"Mhm," she replies with a smile, receiving a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be in in a sec, I have to clean this up."

"Hmm... by clean, you mean put them in the sink so I could do them later?" He jokes. She shoves him away from her toward the bedroom with a scoff. He laughs at her response and disappears into the room.

She does exactly what he said she'd do, and makes her way into the bedroom.

She goes to sleep that night feeling like everything in her life is right. Everything is perfect.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: UGH I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE MAKE ERIN SAY DAD LIKE CRRIINNGGGEEEE, but it seemed appropriate so...