A/N: This is the sequel to Holding Out Hope. I know a lot about the things in the story, so it should be pretty accurate. I don't own any of the characters, except for little Claire.

2 years later...

Jordan couldn't help but think there was something about Claire, something just didn't seem right. She didn't appear to respond to her name or be very social.

The life in her eyes had seemed to just disappear. The blue eyes of her father's seemed icy and cold. Jordan was very worried as she sat at her desk. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as a feeling of helplessness took over her. She didn't want to think anything was wrong, she just couldn't think of that. Back at the precinct he was thinking the same thing. His little girl just didn't seem to be there any more. She nearly stopped talking all together and no more smiles. No more hugs or kisses. No more "I love you, daddy." That hurt the most. She had even started doing odd things, like banging her head against the wall repeatedly. Walking on her toes and flapping her arms, it just didn't seem normal. Today was the visit to the pediatrician, the one they had both dreaded. Claire was walking into the exam room on her toes as usual. She wasn't watching where she was going and walked into a wall. That must have hurt Jordan thought. But it appeared as though Claire hadn't even felt it. She made no sound, she didn't cry either. They both found that to be very odd. They all sat down in the room, Claire began flapping her arms. "Claire?" Jordan said. But there was no response, Claire appeared in her own world. She didn't even look up when her name was said. The doctor came in and started running a series of tests.

"Well, it appears Claire has a severe developmental delay. She seems to have a speech delay, as well as some other developmental problems. I'm recommending a preschool for children with developmental issues. We'll also start her on some physical, speech, and occupational therapies at preschool. She'll go Monday through Friday every week, nothing to worry about." The doctor said reassuringly. Months went by and Claire apeared to be making great strides in therapy. She resumed talking simple words and stopped some of the odd behaviors. Something was still very wrong it seemed. She had started regressing in her therapies and they both were still very worried. The doctor had again dismissed them, telling them that sometimes children like Claire regress.

But, today something was very, very wrong. Claire was standing up and she seemed to be shaking uncontrollably. "Claire? Claire!" Jordan shouting running over to Claire. Claire's eyes began rolling back in her head and she fell hard on the floor. Suddenly, with out warning she convulsed again before passing out. "WOODY!" Jordan screamed. Woody came running over to his daughter's side, "What happened?" he asked nervously. "She started seizing and passed out. Ohmygod! She's not breathing, call 9-1-1!" Jordan said. Woody reached for his phone and dialed 9-1-1. While Jordan had started CPR on Claire's limp little body. At the hospital, the doctors had told them Claire had epilepsy. They started her on some mediciation to stop the seizures. Jordan and Woody took Claire home again, frustrated from not getting the answer that was satisfied them. They felt helpless like they would never truly know what was wrong. One sleepless night, a frustrated Jordan began searching the internet for epilepsy. What she found on the screen was absolutely shocking. Tears began to sting at her eyes, as she could believe the word she was looking at. Those six letters hit her like knives. The word was stuck in her head, finally everything began to make sense.

A/N: I promise to update soon, please R&R and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading!