Author's Note: One of the things I like most about fan fiction is that the characters can exist in whatever universe you want them to; the past, the present, or some alternate world. So, in my CPD universe, here's where we are:

Erin stayed in Chicago.

Hailey joined the unit anyway.

Al is still alive.

Antonio never left.

There aren't enough stories about Voight, and I'm disappointed that in seven seasons, he hasn't had a relationship. Here's how I see it going down in my head.

I have quite a few chapters already written, and I will hopefully update a couple of times a week. We'll see how it goes!

I'd love your feedback! This is my first time to publish one of my stories, so go easy on me!

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT FOR MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!

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Chapter One-I Have a Good Feeling About This Place

It was 11:30pm.

Jenna looked around the apartment, proud of the work they'd accomplished in such a short amount of time. She had just moved to Chicago from California, needing a change of scenery after the longest, hardest two years of her life.

Her husband of 21 years cheated on her with a close friend, shattering Jenna's heart and her trust in her husband. They tried desperately to work through it, but after a short time apart followed by a second try, they agreed that separating would be the best decision, not only for them but for their children.

They shared five children together; four daughters and a son. Their girls and their families lived in the same small California town as she and her husband, while their son lived in Chicago with his family, working for his father-in-law's company.

After a weekend away with her two best friends, lots of conversations about the future full of tears and glasses of wine, she made the decision that her life needed a change, and Chicago seemed like the place for that to happen.

As hard as it was to think about being away from her daughters, her friends, and her support system, she knew putting some distance between her and her ex could help their family move forward in the healing process. Her son had a family, and since he left home for college after high school, they hadn't lived in the same state. She looked forward to being a bigger part of their lives and spending more time with her grandchildren.

After a couple of trips to look at housing, a week of packing up her entire life, and an evening of difficult goodbyes, Jenna and her son started the drive to Chicago and her new apartment.

Her son and grandson carried in boxes as she, her daughter-in-law, and her granddaughter unpacked what they could. When everything was unloaded, her son Nick said, "Mom, Kameron and I are going to put your bed together and pull out whatever else you need for the night. We'll take care of the rest of it tomorrow."

"Thank you Sweetie. I appreciate everything you all have done for me."

Nick gave her a hug. "It's so good having you here, Mom. I'm glad you're going to be a bigger part of our lives."

"Me too. I'm really looking forward to being closer to your family and to starting over. I have a good feeling about this place."

When the kids were gone, Jenna poured a glass of wine and walked over to the window, looking out at the city skyline. Her view was beautiful, and even though she'd never lived alone, she felt at peace in this new place. She was so hopeful about what was to come. She needed her life to change, and she was determined this would be the city to make that happen.

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A month after her big move, Jenna found a small building for rent and decided to open a bakery. Back home, she ran a restaurant with her ex, working a couple of days a week to stay busy. They split the restaurant in the divorce, so she didn't have to work, but she didn't think she'd be content sitting at home. She had always loved baking, and it had long been her favorite stress reliever. She decided to open just a few days a week so she still had time with her kids. Surprisingly, she saw success it right from the very beginning.

After settling into a routine, she started to feel like this city was home. The only thing that was hard was going home alone at night. She missed having another person there, missed her daughters being around the corner, and missed her best friends being a few minutes away. Nights were the hardest, but she was determined that she would push through the loneliness and sadness and be happy with this new life.