A/N : Here it is, fifth and final chapter. It was kinda short and maybe rushed sometimes, but I looked forward getting to this chapter, it may be my favorite. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Back up had arrived in-between and Voight pushed Jimmy into a patrol car before meeting Erin, who sat on the steps leading to the house, her head in her hands. He sat next to her and rubbed her back tenderly.

"C'mon kiddo."

She lifted her head and looked at him. Tears were streaming down her face, tears that she had managed to hold throughout the day.

"I can't, Hank, I don't want to do it anymore."

He could hear the pain in her hoarse voice. It was high time she knew the truth, he couldn't imagine she had gone all day thinking Jay was dead.

"Erin. Jay's not dead. He made it through the surgery."

"What? she asked, confused. But I saw him die. Plus I know how serious his injuries were."

"He pulled through. We're waiting for him to wake up."

He paused.

"He needs you Erin. It's time you help him out like he helped you out."

Erin looked up at him. Jay was alive. Jay needed her. And she felt stupid for ignoring that fact for the last 12 hours. She had not been there for him, she felt like she had let him down, to fight alone.

That being said, she knew that Jay was not out of the woods yet.

"Yeah. What if he doesn't wake up?"

"C'mon kiddo, let's get you home, you wandered all day with blood on yourself."

He helped her up and guided her down the stairs. The father in him had been worried about her all day, now that he had found her, he had a goal. Bring her back home safely and unease the pressure she must have been facing all day.

When Voight dropped her off at her place, it was almost midnight. She turned on the lights in her living room and everything did not seem as dramatic as it did a few hours before, now that Jay was alive. Hank insisted she went and took a shower, she gratefully accepted while he helped himself in the kitchen to make her something to eat. She must have been starving.

He felt relieved as well that Halstead was finally pulling through all of this. They only had to wait for him to wake up.

He heard the water running in Erin's bathroom and nodded to himself. He's finally managed to talk some sense into his kid. Just as stubborn as she was fifteen years earlier. This thought made him shake his head in disbelief.

Voight threw a handful of pasta into the boiling water and poured a glass of water for Erin.

When she emerged from the bathroom, fifteen minutes later, diner was ready and waiting for her on her coffee table.

"Thank you Hank," she said with a grateful smile, but it did not quite reach her eyes. She was still worrying about Halstead.

She sat on the sofa but winced when she tried to use her left arm. The hot shower did some good but there was a large bruise spreading from her clavicle to the middle of her biceps.

"What happened to your arm?" Hank inquired.

"It's nothing, just a bruise, nothing time won't heal."

He saw through the half-lie but decided not to push. Well, that resolution held for a few seconds.

"Did the girl shoot at you?"

"Yeah."

Erin did not want to explain any further, but she also knew that Hank was not going to drop it that fast.

"You should get that looked at."

"If it doesn't go away, I will, but it hit the vest, nothing to worry about."

Hank sat beside Erin, the worried frown only slightly going away.

"I was worried about you, kid."

"I know, Hank. You shouldn't be."

"Yeah, I know, I made the wrong idea and I'm sorry."

She smiled, genuinely this time and bumped voluntarily into his shoulder with her healthy one.

"C'mon, eat this, you need some beauty sleep before we go to the hospital."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

A few hours later, morning light was starting to spread through the blinds of the hospital room. Ruzek had fallen asleep on a plastic chair.

When Jay regained consciousness, he did not need to open his eyes to know it was too bright outside. His head hurt and he felt really weak, this really was the worst hangover of his life.

He tried to move but a violent pain in his neck and arm prevented him to do so. His eyes fluttered open.

The slow movement and wince of pain awoke Adam.

"Oh good, man, you're back from the dead. Don't move. Don't move."

Adam tried to restrain him and make him stay into bed, but it was not working. It made Jay open his eyes though. He did not remember how he got into the hospital.

"What happened?"

"You were shot, bro."

"Where's Erin?

Ruzek felt bad. No one had seen Erin since the shooting. Voight had called to say he had found her, but being Voight, he did not delve into the details.

"Well, huh..."

"Where's Erin? Is she okay?"

Panic started to flow through him and Ruzek knew he had to say something, he heard the beeping accelerate on the monitor.

"Yeah, she's fine, she's..."

"I'm here, Jay." Erin peeked through the ajar door and slipped quietly into the room. Adam silently thanked her for her timing.

She approached him carefully and Adam gave her his place by the bed.

"I'm here baby, how are you feeling?"

"Much better. I had this dream where you'd gone missing. Maybe it was I who had gone missing."

He chuckled silently. Her smile faded a little bit, but he did not seem to notice.

"Yeah, kind of. Don't move, I'm gonna call Will."

Will came in and checked on his brother, eyeing Erin weirdly through the process. She felt guilty enough. She felt like Will was judging her.

Will left the room inviting Jay to move as little and as slowly as possible for a faster recovery.

He closed the door behind him and Erin practically ran after him.

"Will."

"Yeah?"

"I know what you're thinking."

"I don't..." He did not have time to finish his sentence.

"I'm sorry I acted like a coward. I just... Couldn't stand losing him."

"I know." he simply stated. "I never judged you. All that matters is that you came back for him, that you're there for him now."

"I am."

"You've been through a tough time with this, we all have. Now you two can rest."

He squeezed her shoulder and winked at her.

Will knew what Jay saw in her, Erin was an honest and beautiful woman. A woman he would be proud to call his sister-in-law one day.

Erin smiled even after he left and went back to Jay's room, where he already was dosing off.

She sat on the bed and laid her head next to his and intertwined her fingers with his. One entire day without him had been so long. Would she tell him she thought he was dead? That she fled?

"Love you." he mumbled through a half-numb sleepy mouth.

She kissed his forehead and her heart tightened when she thought about how vulnerable Jay was right now. She thought he was invincible, and yet, here he was.

She spent half of the day curled up beside him. At first, she was awake, just listening to his breathing. He was alive. So was she. They had been lucky this time. She could not help but wonder if that would last. She started worrying and soon a lump was forming in her throat.

It was not the first time she had feared for his life. He had faced war, he had been kidnapped and tortured, had had a bounty on his head, now this.

She loved this job, but Jay was something else, she would let it all go if he asked. She could go live in northern Wisconsin with him if he asked.

She could not wait for him to open his eyes again. She had so much to confess to him.

She fell asleep on the satisfying feeling that the man she loved more than anything was alive. Maybe he was invincible after all?

A/N : Well, upon reading it again, I may have a few ideas for one or two more chapters, we'll see if I can find time and enough inspiration!