Jess and Fi's Private PSL

It was Jay's first day back to work since he'd been shot by Angela West and even though he wasn't allowed back into the field for another week and was still wearing his sling he was allowed to do light duty, which meant helping from back at the district but at least he could do something besides sit home and do nothing while everyone else worked. It was nice having Erin back home and he enjoyed spending time with her again but he had the fear that she would leave again once he was back in top form and he wasn't letting her get as close to him as she'd like.

He was sitting at his desk, working on writing up a warrant for Hank and the rest of the Unit when she joined him and took his hand, stopping him from writing he looked up at her and frowned a bit, "I need to get this written out." He said softly.

In the process of moving back home and Jay's recovery, Erin was low on clothes so she stole one of his hoodies for she could ride with Hank to pick Jay up from the hospital. Winter was nearly in full swing, she pulled the hoodie over her head as they made their way in. It was nice to be home, to be back, she wasn't sure what she was going to do about work cause she knew not to get back on the force.

Hank went to check on a victim from another case, Erin went into Jay's room, "Someone ready to go home?" she asked as she smiled at him. "Cause I'm ready to not see this place for awhile."

As Jay lay on the floor, gasping right after Angela shot him her words kept replaying through his head, no matter how hard he tried to block them out, "You deserve to die." She'd told him. Was she right? Did he deserve to die? Those questions were running through his head too as he fought to stay awake. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Hailey's voice and felt her adding pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding, pleading with him to stay with her, to stay awake. And he tried, he really did, but exhaustion and blood loss was quickly pulling the dark haired detective into unconsciousness, his eyes falling closed.

After that everything became a blur. He heard voices above him, could remember seeing the blur of Sylvie Brett's and Emily Foster's worried faces as they tended to him and then more faces as he was carried out on a backboard, sirens loud as he was rushed to the hospital. He opened his good eye enough to try to see who rode in the ambulance with him but that didn't last long before he was slipping under again.

The next time he came to he was in Med, Will's face above him, looking frightened and worried, Natalie beside him. He wanted to tell them all it would be okay, that he would be okay but he couldn't summon the energy and then he was slipping under again. This time he didn't wake up, rushed into surgery.

While Jay was in surgery everyone knew he was hovering between life and death and Hank knew it was time to call Erin, just to let her know what had happened to her former partner and the man she had once loved. By the time he had done this, they were being told Jay had slipped into a coma and that there was a possibility he might not ever wake up.

Erin was with her team checking out the offices when she noticed Kelly talking to Holtmeyer since both of their units were working together. She was walking the many rooms, saw Kelly go to the basement, Erin passed Holtmeyer on the phone and slid to the basement. Erin was heading down the stairs when she saw the flare come to life.

She knew he wouldn't do that, so she paused, pulling out her gun, seeing if perhaps he could defuse the situation before she revealed herself.

Erin was in town working on a case, she normally avoided seeing friends and co-worker, but there was a fire earlier this week and well a few of her old friends were on the scene and she needed answers. Plus she had heard about Kelly's dad, so she wanted to reach out to him. She walked into the station, they were on a call, so she waited in their common room, sitting in a chair, legs propped up on the table as she scrolled through her phone.

When she heard the trucks, she thought about getting up to greet them, but she still sat there going through her phone as she waited for everyone to come in.

"Shit," Veronica muttered as a door was jarred and she peered in seeing that there was someone on the floor. She had taken the case as a favour to one of Logan's friends, but honestly, it was turning into a big hassle. She yelled out, "I'm a PI, I'm entering your home," she moved over to the body on the floor, very dead. "Fuck," she muttered as she shifted to get her phone, stepped out the house for she wouldn't mess with the scene of the crime. She called the cops, sat on the stoop because she knew she would be questioned.

Chris Lasalle had been on a mission lately, determined to bring down the man who had killed his brother. He still found it hard to believe that his brother was dead. Cade was dead. If he'd known Cade was in trouble he would have done everything in his power to help but Cade hadn't gone to him, thinking he could deal with the problem himself since it was his girlfriend's son he was trying to help. Chris just wished Cade had come to him rather then trying to handle things himself. Now Chris was trying to solve Cade's murder and help Cade's girlfriends son get free of the man he'd been working for.

Chris had found himself traveling from his home in New Orleans back to Alabama where he'd been born and grown up before eventually moving to New Orleans and becoming a cop until Hurricane Katrina went through and he met Dwayne Pride and eventually became an NCIS Agent. Now here he was investigating his own brother's murder.

He was working yet another lead when he saw a woman following him which to him spelled trouble. He ducked out of sight and circled around, coming up behind her now, gun out and aimed at her, "Who the hell are you and why are you following me?" He demanded.

"This guy thinks he is playing mouse and cat with us," Hayley blew out as she got into the car with Jay. "Really...." she shook her head, it's been a long day and they haven't caught their prep yet, they seem to be chasing him around town. "So where to next? We know he's in the city, he's running scared, where would you go next if your girl's house has been compromised." She looked over at her partners and side, "where would you go?" she asked him,

"You have lived here all your life, where would you go if you are on the run?" she looked out the window, "wait....don't he have a step-sibling? You would go to your brothers, wouldn't you?"

Jay couldn't believe he'd been in New York City for about six months now, but yet here he was and he didn't regret making the decision to follow Erin to New York. In fact he was sure it was the best decision he'd ever made. He and Erin had gotten engaged shortly after his arrival and he couldn't be happier. He'd transferred to the NYPD and was now heading up an Intelligence Unit of his own. His Intelligence Unit had already made quite a name for itself already because of all the crimes they'd already solved or all around stopped altogether.

And here they were, six months after he had first arrived in New York City and they were getting ready to get married. All their friends and family from back in Chicago were there to celebrate their day with them. Will as Jay's best man with Adam, Kevin, Severide and Casey acting as his groomsmen. Will told them all he didn't ever remember seeing Jay as happy as he was now. Apparently Jay's decision to join Erin in New York had been one of the best decisions he'd ever made. And Jay agreed with that.

Now standing at the front of the church, waiting for Erin to make her entrance he was looking forward to spending the rest of his life with Erin as his wife, something he'd only dreamed about before, now that dream was coming true.

The precinct the Intelligence Unit worked out of had decided to do something for the district's children who wouldn't get to have much of a halloween because their parents just couldn't afford it whether it was buying costumes or pumpkins for the kids to carve. Jay thought it was a wonderful thing to do, something good for the kids. Except by the list of signups they had of who would be coming he could already tell that they weren't going to have enough pumpkins for all the kids coming so they needed to get more before the kids showed up in a few hours.

He moved over to Erin, showing her the list, "More pumpkins need to be bought. There isn't enough." He told her, "There's more kids signed up to come then there is pumpkins. We need to try to get some more before they show up later." He said, hoping she would volunteer to go with him to get some more pumpkins, knowing it would get done faster then if more then just one person went.

Fall was here in New York City, the leaves were turning colours, there was a nip in the air, and Erin was loving it. She grew up in Chicago all her life and sure they had fall as well, but not in a massive park in the middle of the city. She was bundled in her coat, sipping coffee at Jay's side. "Look at all the different colours," she proclaims as she nodded her head up to the trees, "I know winter will be here soon, snow covering it all like it does in Chicago, but I really do love this part of Fall."

She smiled as she looked over at him than nudged him with her elbow, "I love the fact that you are here with me." She knew he risked it all to come be with her and he had asked her to marry him, which was agreed to do. "Should we have a winter wedding?"

Jay had a hard time dealing with Erin's decision to leave Chicago, especially since he'd been planning to ask her to marry him, so her leaving, even though it was probably the best decision she could have made, made it hard for him to accept. For a long time afterwards he was in a fairly dark place, even going so far as to take risks while in the field, risks that put him in danger. Eventually he ended up deciding to follow Erin to New York and try to get some closer if nothing else.

Seeing Erin again helped him realize he didn't want to let her go again, even if that meant moving to New York City in order to be with her. He hadn't told her why he'd come to see her yet, nervous about approaching that subject since he had no idea if she still loved him or not and he knew he needed to explain things soon.

Erin was taking him sightseeing today, her day off from work and he found it was a good time as any to tell her, only before he could she was speaking up, gesturing at trees they passed, stunning him, as she made the comment about the trees not getting the memo about what season it was.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Maybe they change later then other trees." He offered.

Jay was exhausted, more then ready for a few days off from work since it had been one case after another for the last few weeks, at least that's what it felt like. He had a hard time remembering the last time he'd had a full day off without having to go into work because of a huge case suddenly coming up, requiring the Intelligence Unit's expertise. He knew the rest of his team felt the same way, though none of them complained. Finally things had slowed and Jay had been given several days off to get some much needed rest but even that hadn't lasted only about a full 24 hours before a murder/kidnapping case had come up.

He and Erin had been sent to question the roommate of the victim and Jay was already wishing that they could just solve the case. "“Everything is quiet and cool… wish I could rest like the rest of the world is.” He said as he drove to the apartment where the victim and her roommate lived.

Connor had left Chicago Med and had found himself heading for another city. It had been a couple years since he'd last seen Erin after her leaving Chicago and he had promised her he'd try to visit her when he had the time but hadn't really found the time to get away before, but now that he had resigned from Chicago Med he had all the time in the world while he tried to decide what exactly he was going to do next and what better place for him to decide that then while visiting his best friend, the girl he'd grown up with, gone to high school with and had a crush on but had never acted on it. He wasn't sure if he'd get the nerve now or not. Only time would time. And they did have a lot of catching up to do.

Of course he chose to surprise her and since his arrival in New York was while she was working he decided to see what kind of jobs that the main hospital there would offer him, just in case he decided to stay there and make a new life in New York to be near Erin. He had just walked into the emergency room entrance when paramedics rushed in behind him, pushing a woman on a gurney. Shock formed on Connor's face when he recognized Erin and saw blood gushing from a wound on her shoulder. "Erin." He cried, lunging forward to grab her hand in his. He felt the paramedics try to pull him back but held tight and felt her grip his hand hard, eyes landing on his face.

"Sir you need to step back and let us take her in." One of the medics said gently, reaching to pull his hand from Erin's, "Wait, she's my wife." He cried, not wanting to leave her, even though by then his hand had already been pulled from Erin's and he saw her getting farther from him, "Erin it's going to be okay. I'm going to be right here. Just think of the place where you first met me. You're going to be okay. Think of all the good times we've had and before you know it I'll be with you again." He called to her, then taking a risk he spoke again, "I love you."

He was tired of trying to get by without Erin in his life. Her leaving Chicago and moving to New York had been really hard for him to deal with and it had taken him a long time to really feel like himself again, but try as hard as he could, he was never able to get over her. He couldn't seem to move on from her and to be honest he didn't ever want to. It took him a long time to finally work up the nerve to do something about it and when he did he immediately booked a flight to New York after getting Erin's address from Voight. Once his plane landed he got a rental car and headed to her apartment, hoping that she would let him get out everything he wanted to say to her before she started asking him questions.

When he got to her apartment he parked and headed inside, finding her door and took a deep breath to draw some courage, knowing that there was no going back the moment he knocked on that door. He hadn't let her know he was coming, wanting to surprise her but he wondered now if that had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have told her. Oh well. It was too late now. He was here and he was about to face her for the first time since she had left. He raised his hand and knocked on her apartment door, shifting from foot to foot nervously as he waited for her to open the door.

When she opened the door finally he didn't wait for her to speak, instead he just blurted out the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her face, "I wanna be your endgame."

Erin was still working the case, it was her unit working with the task force. She didn't get much sleep so she came into their main office hearing Danny, semi-complaining about her. Sure she had a long rap sheet, but he was mentioning about how she left Chicago because of the looming charges on her. She arched a brow, sipping her coffee as he kept talking, Steve was looking at her as she drunk her coffee.

Finally, when Danny was done listing all the possible charges she would have faced if she stayed in Chicago, she looked between them, "Ah, and you heard about me" she shook her head, "did you hear about all the cases I've closed, I did lose my cool, but we were on a timetable with a missing kid. I do not play around with kids missing."

The alarm at the house of the victim in the current case that Five-0 was working suddenly went off and Steve being the closest to it responded to the call, heading back to the house that Five-0 had just been at earlier that day when they'd first gotten the call about the body being found there by the neighbor when they had gone to find out why the victim's mail had been piling up. He knew there wasn't supposed to be anyone there now, hours later, since he knew forensics and crime scene clean up had finished several hours earlier. So there definitely should not be anyone there now. Duke was sending him backup but Steve would get there several minutes before them and went in alone, leaving his truck parked in the driveway, lights still flashing.

He removed his sidearm and took the safety off, moving quickly and silently to the house, quietly opening the front door and moving inside, hearing a sound from the back of the house. He did a quick sweep of each room on his way to the kitchen and dining room, weapon at the ready for anything, entire body tense. He didn't hear another sound until the same moment he caught sight of a woman with her back to him, clearly going through the victim's mail. "Five-0. Hands in the air." He said firmly, eyes never leaving the woman, growing more tense when she didn't obey his instructions, causing him to move slowly closer, "I see how this is gonna go." He heard her murmur and frowned, "I said hands in the air." He demanded angrily.

Erin had been undercover for like a month within a trafficking cell in Hawaii. Normally she was based out of New York, but a case led the team here. She was a runner for the cell she was in, drugs were delivered and week or month later the place would get hit. Only now she was being labelled as bad luck so it was time to bust the main cell. She was supposed to be out when the bust took place, but honestly, the was a good cover, one she could use again so she stayed.

Her boss approved but, she had to make her part look real. So when everyone busted in, she took off running, because that's what a criminal would do. Only instead of one of her teammates coming after her, they had brought in Hawiia task force, none knowing who the mole was. When she took off running, she heard a man say she was on it as soon as Erin was out of eyeshot from all the commotion.

She ducked into the side room, hiding behind the door when the man came in, she slammed it. She was shocked when it wasn't her teammate and her hands went up in the air with the gun pointed at her. "Whoa there," she said to the man, "Agent Lindsay here," she looked at him, "put the gun down, your phone will ring asking about me shortly. You should take it as a compliment, normally someone would be yelling right about now."

Laurel had been in court all morning and Steve had arranged to meet her at the courthouse around 1pm for lunch. He walked towards the building from the parking lot where he'd left his truck. Suddenly an explosion sounded to his right, causing him to turn towards the sound, eyes wide with shock, unsure what to do, knowing how dangerous it was to run towards it, knowing there may be more. And knowing Laurel was in that building. He turned back towards the main entrance just as another explosion cut through the air, this one close enough that the force of it threw Steve several feet backwards to land on the ground hard. He groaned, rolling to his hands and knees, slowly pushing himself to his feet.

He reached for his gun and yanked it from the holster at his hip, knowing that the explosions must be to help a prisoner escape. He ran towards the building, fearing what he might find inside, weaving around rubble and terrified people spilling from the entrance. "Laurel." He yelled, covering his mouth to shield himself from the dust and smoke as he ventured farther into the building. "LAUREL!" He yelled again as loud as he could.

"You know, I ask God every day for His mercy." Steve heard Azra say from behind him. He really didn't think anything of those words at the moment. It was her next words as Jerry began walking towards them that caused a bolt of fear race through the former SEAL's body. "GUN!" Jerry shouted in warning, the same time that Azra spoke again, "Because I have none." She said, raising the gun, aiming directly at Steve's head as the SEAL turned to face her, catching a glimpse of Laurel just entering the offices of Five-0 as he turned. Everything happened rapidly after that. Steve's first thought was protecting Laurel. She had walked in late, not knowing what was happening. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She had finished earlier and Steve had told her he'd meet her at home. But for some reason she was back.

Before he could move or speak a word, a body impacting with his own sent him to the floor, the SEAL instinctively rolling the moment he hit to lessen the impact on the rest of his body, the gunshot echoing in the room as he ignored the brief throbbing ache in his shoulder as he hit, hand going for his weapon as he came out of the defensive roll and to his feet. He heard Danny's voice saying, "Oh my god!" He heard Lou yelling at the woman, most likely reading her, her rights, heard the little boy crying but he couldn't hear Laurel's voice, couldn't hear Jerry's and that scared him. He knew someone was hurt, had heard someone hit the floor besides himself. Jerry had been closer to him then Laurel had but that didn't explain why she hadn't spoken to him or asked if he was alright.

His eyes swept the room, moving to his partner and best friend as he crouched over Jerry, trying to stop the bleeding from the wound in his chest. He'd taken the bullet for Steve, saved Steve's life. His eyes then went to the sobbing little body who had, had no idea what was going to take place when his mother had brought him here. He moved to Danny's side, crouching while continuing to look for Laurel, "Laurel." He called out, then turned to Danny again, "How bad is it?" He asked, unable to see the wound with Danny's hands holding pressure to it. He could hear the sirens responding to the call made by one of them in the room, but he couldn't help fearing they'd be too late.