Just an idea for a bunch of one-shots of the Chicago world. Unless stated, each chap is a standalone and will most likely be pretty short as these are just meant to show a small blurb of what the characters' lives would've been like if fate had dealt them different cards. I don't know how many chapters this will have and updates for this fic may be sporadic. Belongs to Dick Wolf and NBC.

Hank Voight walked in the bar and scanned it. When he saw the woman he had been looking for, he walked up to her and sat on the stool next to her.

"Erin, what've you got for me?" he queried.

"Johnny D's got a large shipment of girls comin' in," she answered, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"You know when?"

"Next couple of days. All I really know is that for some reason Charlie's pissed about it." Hank's eyes flickered to the bruise on the woman's face.

"Pissed enough to do that?"

"My fault. Didn't shut my mouth when he told me to." As she took another drag, the police sergeant tried not to let his pain show. He had tried so hard to get her out of this life, but her mother and Charlie Puglese-as well as her cocaine addiction-had a strong hold on her. Not even having her spend a summer with him and Camille when she was fifteen had been enough to pull her away from the life she was leading. For a third time, Erin puffed on the cigarette dangling on her fingers and her eyes flickered as she stared at the police sergeant in front of her. Wonder why he still bothers with me, she thought to herself. She wasn't worth it. She never had been. Hell, the only person who really loved her was Charlie, and even he got pissed at her at times. So really, what did that say about her? "I better go," she stated as she stood up and killed her cigarette in the ashtray.

"Yeah." With that, Hank watched Erin leave, a heavy pit in his stomach. Not for the first time since meeting her, the man wondered if this would be the last time he saw her alive.