"Hank, I know it's not what you want to hear…" Erin hesitantly began as she stood in Voight's kitchen. The anger on his face instantly reverted her back to her high school days.

"Well that's the understatement of the century." His deep voice sarcastically responded, leaning forward in his chair.

"But, Hank." She began to reason, confident in her message.

"I specifically warned you. More than once, more than I should need to."

"It's not that simple, Hank."

"It's exactly that simple, Erin. Off limits, that's what I said."

"Believe it or not, this had absolutely nothing to do with you." Erin's patience was running low, if anyone should understand it would be Hank. She saw him and Camille together. Nothing would have kept the two apart, not if Hank could help it.

"It's under my roof, it has everything to do with me."

The hostility in his voice did not shake Erin, not this time. "I'll transfer if I need to, but that would be a mistake. And you know it."

Hank shook his head as he collapsed back into his chair, "Why Halstead? Out of all the men in Chicago? Why your partner?"

"Well…"

AN: Alright, here we go. My first attempt at Linstead fluff and a multi chapter fic, end of the school year ambitions are taking over. Summer muscles, engaged. The first real chapter will be up soon. As always, be kind, especially to one another.