This story is loosely based upon the movie titled The Vow. Hope you all enjoy.

As their co-workers and friends talked and laughed with one another at Mollys, Jay Halstead's eyes remained focus on one person. That one person being the woman who has made this celebration possible, and it was on this day, exactly four years ago that she became his wife. The young married couple sat opposite of one other, ignoring the surrounding noise and focusing solely on their significant other. Halstead's forearms rested on the table, and enveloped within his hands, were that of his wife. He mindlessly played around with the silver wedding band wrapped securely around Erin's finger. Trapped within each other's orbs, the two didn't have a care in the world. She was his world and he was hers. Even though the two were married for four years, they've never lost their spark. One would assume they were still newlyweds in the way that they looked at each other, cared for one another, hardly argued, and longed to continually be in their respective spouse's presence.

A waving hand broke them from the unknown trance they seemed to have fallen into unintentionally, "Earth to the love birds!" Ruzek's goofy grin stretched across his face, as he stumbled on his feet, spilling some of the contents inside of his shot glass.

"Leave them alone Adam," Burgess grabbed her husband's arm, and struggled to withstand the weight of his drunken physique, "I think it's time for us to go. Call me tomorrow Erin." Ruzek wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, as he gave the couple an inebriated beam, "Happy Anniversary guys!"

"Thank you Adam," Erin stood up from the barstool, "We should go too. It's getting late and I want to spend the last few hours of our anniversary with my husband."

Jay took his wife's hand and led her through the crowd of friends. Atwater cheered as he watched the two make their way to the exit. Dawson tapped his glass, as Olinsky waved for the couple's attention before they could depart from the bar, "We just want to wish you guys one last Happy Anniversary. Even though you both didn't drink one sip of alcohol," this sparked a laugh and a few boos from the crowd, "we all know that you still had a good time because you were in each other's company. See you all the day after tomorrow…and have fun tonight!" Cheers and chants echoed throughout the bar as the couple turned to finish their journey towards the exit.

While Erin and Jay greatly appreciated the surprise party their friends threw for them, the Halsteads truly wanted to be alone in each other's presence. It was their anniversary. It was a time for them to celebrate their love, loyalty and vows towards one another. He promised to keep her safe. She promised to never stop loving him. Their vows were intertwined with the shared love and adoration they held for one another.

"You're leaving already?"

Erin turned around at the familiar voice of her father figure and boss. His face was flushed from rushing to Mollys before midnight struck, "I know I'm late," he looked between the couple, "I just had to finish up some extra paperwork."
"I wanted some alone with my wife before it hits midnight," Jay wrapped his arm around Erin's shoulder, as she leaned into his warm embrace.
"That's in," Voight glanced down at his watch, "three hours. You have time," he shoved his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket; "Let me treat you both to a drink as an anniversary gift."

Lindsey looked to her husband with a pleading eye. And he didn't need for her to say anything; he could read the look on her face. She wanted to stay a little longer. "Just one drink," Hank stepped forward to seal the deal, "from father-in-law to son-in-law. It'll be quick."
"Of course," Erin answered for her husband.

Halstead released a low sigh while reopening the door to Mollys. He held the wooden entrance open as his wife and Voight entered in front of him. "You're back," echoes of excitement radiated through the small bar.
"What are you doing here?" Dawson approached his friend, "What happened to the romantic dinner you set up for Lindsey?"

Jay nudged his head in the direction of Hank, "We ran into a bit of a delay."
"Halstead, get over here." Voight shouted as he waved for his son-in-law to follow.

Once Jay approached the bar, a glass of some type of liquid was shoved into his hand. Erin held her glass up, waiting for Hank to say what he needed, "My sweet Erin," the young detective smiled at her guardian's words, "I still have to remind myself that you're married. A part of me keeps expecting you to come over Sunday nights and spend the night like you used to do after you moved out." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, "I love you kid." While remaining in Voight's arms, her eyes followed his line of sight. Once he finished his short speech, he eyed her husband, "I tell you this every anniversary, and this anniversary won't be any different. Love her and protect her until you're dead."
"Got it," Jay said with the nod of his head.

The three glasses clinked together signaling the end of Voight's speech. Lindsey and Voight tossed their heads back in order to drown the substance in one swift gulp. Halstead closed his eyes and did the same, until the liquid registered with his taste buds, "What is this? This isn't alcohol."
"It's coke."
"Yeah, I figured," Halstead set the glass down, "Why?

"Erin said you're driving. I prefer it if you didn't drive with alcohol in your system." Voight began to explain, handing the bartender his empty glass, "You may not value your life, but I value hers," his arm around Erin tightened, "you can do what you want when she's not in the car."
"It was just going to be one drink," Halstead reminded.
"We should get going," Erin cut in before Voight could respond. She turned in her father's arms and gave him a gentle and reassuring hug, "We'll be fine. He hasn't drunk any alcohol tonight, and to be honest, before the shot you bought me, I've been drinking water all night. We'll be fine."

Voight hesitantly released her, "Be safe Erin. Halstead, you too." Lindsey took a hold of her husband's hand before anyone could say anything. This little gathering was actually the most peace she's seen between Hank and Jay. Usually, they're at each other's throats, but today, they were actually a little civil.

The brisk autumn air struck against their bodies when Jay pushed open the door. Erin inhaled the fresh outside air, while taking a hold of her husband's hand, "Now we can finally head home."

"Finally!" Halstead echoed, pressing a kiss to his wife's forehead.
"I just want you to know that I could barely contain myself back there."
"Really," Jay gave her a flirtatious wink, "You seemed to be doing just fine."
"It was all an act."

Jay dropped his arm in order to retrieve his keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the car with one click, and opened her door within seconds, "Who said you was driving?" Erin didn't get in the passenger seat.
"You did. You told Voight I was and besides you had alcohol tonight. I'm driving."

Without putting up an argument Erin slid into the passenger seat, and allowed for Jay to close the door once she entered. She watched the smug grin on his face as he jogged around to the driver's side. Lindsey felt the cool breeze of air as he quickly hopped inside the car, "Back to what we were talking about earlier," the two buckled their seat belts as Jay brought up their previous discussion.
"Oh yes," her hand reached over and intertwined with his.

"I love it when you let me drive," the car pulled off in one swift movement. Erin chuckled in her seat as she watched her husband steer the wheel.
"I love to watch you drive."
"Oh really," Jay remarked, pulling to a stop at the red light, "then how come you hardly ever let me drive."
"I love it even more when you put up a fight to drive." She winked flirtatiously as the light turned green.

Erin's hand slowly pulled out of Jay's hold, and rested upon his thigh. At the gentle squeeze of her left hand, he quickly turned to look at her, "You can't do that while I'm driving."
"…then park." Her voice was low, and if he hadn't listened carefully, he wouldn't have heard what she had said, "Parallel park right over there."

Lindsey didn't need to say another word. Within milliseconds the car swerved over for him to park legally. He turned the vehicle off, "Are we seriously going to do this?"
"I don't joke around when it comes to sex," she unbuckled her seat belt.

Lindsey turned up the radio and allowed for the slow song to set the mood. She leaned over the armrest and pressed her lips against her husband's lips. Her body adjusted, and the kiss grew strong as she began to kick off her high heels.

For a brief moment, the two pulled away to collect their breaths. His hand ran through her hair, and cupped her cheek, the growing light in the back helped to illuminate her eyes, "I love you desperately Erin." She smiled, and was prepared to respond, but the sudden growing light caught her attention. As her body lay rested upon the armrest, she turned her head to face the back of the car, and spotted the dump truck. Before she could do or say anything, impact was made. The seatbelt strapped across Halstead's chest prevented movement, as his body jerked. His chest was pressed down upon the horn as his head hit the steering wheel.

Erin's worry for her husband was short-lived as her body made contact with the windshield. In a loud shatter, she crashed through it, and all consciousness was lost. Her body slammed against the pavement and rolled a great distance away from the car.

The horn continued to sound as Jay lay unconsciously against it. The dump truck driver exited his vehicle in a panic. He raced forward to check on the two unsuspecting individuals. At the sight of two badges, one strapped to Halstead's hip and the other lay upon the hood of the car, the driver panicked. He backed away within seconds, hopped back into his car, and drove off. The cold night air of the October temperatures blew against the bleeding wounds on Erin's body. She was out cold, and her hands lay flat against her side.