You were almost 18 years old and stuck living with your abusive parents that never liked you, they were never physically abusive per say but definitely verbally. You never really talked about it with anyone but Detective Jay Halstead was your neighbor.

Sometimes... you just wondered over there late at night after any angrument witj your parents and he helped you out - always having a space of his couch for you. he'd hug you gently and speak calmly to you and it made... your inner child come out Sometimes and you couldn't stop it.

You would melt into his arms and fall asleep most often.

This current night, Jay had just gotta back home and it was practically like you had been waiting for him to come home as you were immediately knocking on his door before he had even taken his jacket off. he was silently confused before realizing it was you.

You were hyperventilating, having a mental break down and in tears. Jay was almost unsure about what to do first before he pulled you into his arms and led you to the couch where you struggled to let go of him, almost violently shaking and crying.

"Sweetie?" He said softly, trying to get you to look up at him when he had calmed you down a little bit.