We're not doing that

*three days later*

Jay had been stopping at wills place for three days and he was planning on coming home to Taylor tomorrow but the next step right around the corner might just take him by surprise, screw that, it will definitely take him by surprise. He had found a way to deal with the ptsd but being away from the love of his life had made him realise how much he really needs her, for himself and for the two. But things were about to change, and not for the better...

It was a bright sunny Thursday morning and jay was driving to work, he hated not having Taylor sat next to him singing to songs wether she was in tune or not, he loves it. But he gave her space for the sake of her, just so he wouldn't end up ruining the relationship with his trauma. He parked up in his usual spot and he half expected taylors car to be parked next to his in her usual spot since she's been early these past few days but she wasn't there yet. He thought nothing of it and walked inside ready to tackle the day, one day closer to going home.

"Hey have you seen tayls? I need to ask her about something" Vanessa huffed as jay walked over to his desk. He shook his head, "no I haven't seen her" he sighed, Vanessa frowned, "you don't talk to her outside of work?" She tilted her head and sat on his desk. Jay huffed, "I've been giving her space while I've dealt with something these last few days but honestly, I don't think it was the right call" he swivelled on his chair. Vanessa nodded, "whatever you two run into, you'll find a way to solve it, you always do" she patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Jay nodded and smiled, they always do...

It had been 10 minutes now, and Taylor was 5 minutes late, that's not normal, but maybe she was just stuck in traffic, or she forgot something, who knows? There's a lot of reasons someone could be late...But no one could've predicted why she was late, no one...

Taylor was just about to leave for work, she was running a little late since she slept through an alarm but what she was about to be surprised with in a few seconds would go to show that being late won't matter in the end if she doesn't even show up...

She opened the door but before she could step a single toe out of the house she was knocked back by an all too familiar stance, "Damon? What the hell! Get out!" She scoffed and tried to walk past him. Damon grabbed her arms and threw her into the living room as he kicked the door closed in the process, she stumbled to the floor, "get out!" She yelled but Damon laughed, "you think you can just replace me huh? Don't think I haven't saw you with your partner, or boyfriend should I say?" He snapped in her face as she backed away from him.

Taylor scoffed, "go to hell" she growled in his face. Damon laughed, but slapped her across the face taking her by surprise as she caught her breath back immediately after. She was so focused on stopping the stinging that she hasn't even noticed Damon walk into the kitchen, "you're a little bitch" he laughed and reappeared with a rather sharp knife. Taylors eyes widened, forget the cheek honey, run! She got up and bolted towards the stairs where she got into the landing in about 3 seconds as Damon ran after her. She locked herself in the bathroom but she knew it was only a matter of time before he barged the door down. God she wishes jay was here...

She stood by the wall, crap, her phones downstairs...She didn't even have time to think before the door came flying open and revealed a pissed Damon, "you brat, get here" he laughed and walked towards her with the knife held out to her. Taylor held her breath, "if I can't have you..." he started. Stab, the knife pierced into her abdomen, she opened her mouth since she couldn't give out a verbal response, pain is all she could feel, "no one can..." he smirked and pulled the knife out with some speed. Taylor let her lips quiver for a few seconds as she held her shaking hands near her deep stab wound which was oozing with blood, her own warm blood.

As Damon let go of her shoulder she collapsed to the floor and rolled onto her back since his hand was the only thing holding her up, "why so serious? I thought your favourite colour was red..." he smiled and looked down at taylor as she coughed and struggled on the floor. She had no clue why he was here, jealousy maybe? Guilt? Greed? She couldn't even finish her thoughts before he dropped the blood covered knife then ran out of the house in a hurry, what a coward...Her mind began flashing, memories flooded her mind, is this it? Is this the end? Why's it so peaceful?

"Halstead where's Watson? We need her for briefing" hank sighed and checked his watch, she's now 15 minutes late. Hank was fine with in house relationships now since no matter how hard he tried to prevent them, they all end up finding a way to get with one another, besides he knows how much Taylor helps jay. Jay shrugged, "I don't know, she hasn't text or anything" he sighed in worry. Hank nodded, "ping her phone" he waved over to Vanessa. She done as he said and after a few seconds she frowned, "she's still at her house..." she looked at jay. Jay looked back over to hank, "take burgess and go check it out" he waved the two out.

As jay and Kim pulled up to jays and taylors home, which was only taylors at the moment, happy memories began flooding jays mind. They may not have been together romantically for long but they still made enough memories to last a life time, if only he could've been prepared for the image he would be greeted with next. Jay knocked on the door before walking in, the door was open, Kim followed him into the house, "tayls?" He called out I worry. Her phone was on the floor and a few ornaments were knocked over, the pair pulled their guns out and prepared to fight back.

"Cover me" jay whispered to Kim as he slowly made his way upstairs. He made his way towards the bathroom and his heart stopped beating for a second when he saw his future wife and mother to his future kids laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood fighting for air. "Tayls baby, no no no..." he dropped to his knees and applied pressure to her wound with one hand and placed the other one behind her head. She smiled weakly at the sight of him, "stay with me tayls okay" he panicked as her already pale face became even whiter. Kim had already called for an ambulance and it was on its way, roughly 3 minutes out.

Taylor managed to gather enough air to speak, to give them something, "d-damon..." is all she could stutter out before blood started coming from her mouth, uh oh, that's not good. "Shhh, it's okay baby. Save your energy, just stay with me..." he tightened his grip on both her stomach and neck. Taylor began cough and gasping for air, "I-I love you..." she whispered out as a single tear ran down the side of her face, Kim was already crying by now and she wasn't even the one covered in taylors blood. "No no, we're not doing that..." he begged her as a tear ran dow his cheek, followed by another and then another, he knew she was saying goodbye and he couldn't lose her, not now, not ever...

The room was spinning, her eyes were becoming heavy, she couldn't even hear what jay was shouting, or was he just talking? Who knows, it's all too much, it was all a blur, "keep your eyes open baby, c'mon tayls!" Jay begged her, but she just couldn't, it all became too much. She let the darkness win as it took over her vision, her hearing, her breathing, her senses...Big black empty nothing, she was still alive, barely, but it's better then nothing.