You had one of the rough days. Between getting drunk at your mother's bar, then passing out in your childhood bed, the deaths and Nadia's.

You were practically losing your mind and you didn't even care when you told the kid to shoot you - maybe some part of you... wanted the kid to just get it over with but you could tell he wasn't capable.

You had tears in your eyes when Olinsky and Ruzak took Nick into custody and Voight came around the corner.

You couldn't look at him.

"Hey..." Jay said as he approached you while in the locker room, the next morning. "Talk to me..." He knew something was wrong and he needed you to know that he was here for you.

He could also smell the alcohol on you and the headache he knew for sure you had to have.