A/N THIS IS A REWRITE OF MY WATTPAD STORY 'THE OTHER VOIGHT'. I DO NOT OWN THE ONE CHICAGO FRANCHISE. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.


A/N Contains upsetting content. Please be aware or skip chapter if you want to avoid any upset.


Previously...

"Who's Nicolas?" Antonio asked again. This time his voice strong.

Erin couldn't help a tear that fell. "Your son."

Antonio felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Had he heard her right. "My son?" Antonio whispered, his eyes creasing as he narrowed them at his friend and colleague.

Erin nodded her head.

"I've got a son." Antonio didn't look twice before he began to make his way down the hall.

"Wait!" Erin called after him. He couldn't confront her, not now. "Antonio. No. There's something you need to know first."

But the Dawson ignored her and instead headed towards the recovery wing. He appeared at the door, debating whether he should enter or not but he needed his answers.

"Toni?" Ana shifted, uncomfortably. She was awake, just sore, she couldn't have anything too strong with her history. She understood that but that didn't mean she had to like it. "What-are you doing here?" She was still slightly groggy.

"You didn't tell me?" He said. Standing in the doorway.

Ana was confused. Chuckling, she rasped. "Gonna have to explain a little better Antonio."

"A son?"

Her face fell.

"Antonio, now isn't the time." Erin encouraged as she appeared in the doorway, they were gonna get a crowd any second. "Come on. Ana needs to rest."

"Not telling me about the addiction, I get but a son? Hiding that from me." He huffed. He couldn't believe this had been kept a secret from him.

"I wasn't hiding anything." She shook her head, her eyes glistening.

"What?"

"I wasn't hiding anything" She said a little louder. Lifting her arm that had been hooked up to the drip she wiped her eye.

Antonio Dawson scoffed. "You hid my child. Don't I at least deserve to know where he was whilst you were snorting." He demanded angrily.

"Antonio. That's enough." Erin warned.

Her heart shattered. She couldn't stop herself. "He's dead'"

"He's what?"

"So you didn't tell him that then?" Ana snapped her 'sister' who instantly sunk back before her head turned to Antonio. Her voice rising with every word. "Our son IS dead."

"Annie-"

"Go-Just go-" She screamed. Tears now rolling down her face.

"I think you should leave." Voight's voice made them jump. They hadn't realised he followed them. "Leave Dawson."


24 hours later...

"I just want to go home." Ana said, packing the remaining bits she had into a small holdall. Although she had refused to speak to the Lindsay, the woman had still insisted on bringing a few belongings for her.

"With your hi-" Will began from where he was leant against the glass door, he had been trying to persuade Ana to stay for the past hour but nothing seemed to be working.

"Addiction, yes but I wanna ride this out at home. " She pleaded, looking at the doctor. She had learnt that Will Halstead had in fact been the younger brother of Jay, a detective in her father's intelligence unit. She had even managed to get a few conversations out of him over the past 24 hours. "Please."

"You know I can't let you go, not if you're on your own." He shrugged, not willing to budge.

"She's not going to be on her own." Voight startled them, again.

Ana couldn't help but smirk at the gruff voice. She looked towards the doctor again, "please?"

Will didn't like it but he knew this was the best offer he was going to get. "I'll get the discharge papers."


Ana hadn't spoken to Antonio since he left the hospital that evening but that didn't stop him from calling every couple of minutes. She had ended up giving her phone to her dad at his request, he had reassured her that it may help her over the next week as she battled through the withdrawal.

She had been curled up on the sofa with Hank - her hair thrown up and dressed in some sweatpants and a hoodie - like she used to do when she was poorly as a kid thinking about the past year and how things could've turned out differently. She also found herself thinking about all those years ago, she knew she was risking herself more hurt and Ana hadn't always been the type of girl to dwell on the past but for some reason she found herself doing just that when the doorbell rung.

Voight had been up on his feet quickly and went to answer the door. Ana, suffering from nausea and persistent shaking could here the hushed tones, deciding to get up slowly she moved her way to the door using the furniture to support her on her way towards the front door.

"Antonio?" She asked nervously, her voice was hoarse and it shook slightly.

Her eyes were fixated on him, he couldn't be sure if that had been because of the withdrawal or because she knew he had discovered the secret she had been hiding for the past 8 years.

Antonio himself had been slightly wobbly on his feet as his thoughts made him dizzy. He had left his pregnant fiancé for someone he had got pregnant on a one nightstand. He couldn't help but think about how his life could've turned out so different. He had broken Ana's 21 year old heart, he realized how much she would've had to give up finding out she was carrying a child.

"You're here" She said simply. It hadn't been a question it was more of a statement. "Dad-"

Voight was happy to chuck this guy out but one look of his daughter reassured him that he didn't need to. Kissing Ana's cheek he told her he would be upstairs and that the pair could move towards the kitchen reassuring her that she could shout if she needed him.

Ana guided Antonio towards the kitchen at the back of the house as she clinged to the stair case for support, Antonio couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman he held so much love and compassion for all those years ago. Once they reached the kitchen area Anna poured Antonio an OJ before getting herself some water.

Antonio thanked her as she placed the two glasses on the table before sitting herself down. She was still shaking but Antonio knew she was trying to conceal all of this from him. He could recall when they had been dating, she would often hide a sniff or sleep in a different room to prevent anyone from worrying.

He could've easily been mad at Ana but this time he knew he was to blame. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were 24, starting a career." Ana started. "You were working up the ranks." She shrugged, her voice quiet.

"Come on Ana. I know that's not why!" Antonio whined.

He had started seeing Ana Voight when she was 18. She had been a Senior out of High School, they had been seeing each other for almost three months when Trudy - his patrol partner - notified him that the new Sargent that was starting was in fact Sargent Hank Voight. He had quickly headed back to Ana, telling her, they had agreed to keep things quiet but that didn't last long when the gruff man cornered Antonio in the precinct, he had only stepped back when his partner Alvin Olinsky pulled him away.

"What do you want me to say? That I didn't want you to have to choose?" Ana screamed at the Latino she fell for all those years ago. "Choose between your children. I couldn't do that Antonio. What if you had chosen her? What about me and Nicolas?" She seethed.

"Nicolas?" Antonio checked teary eyed. He had been so adamant to find out why Anna had hidden the fact that she was carrying his child.

She couldn't help but let a smile tug at her lips. Nodding she slowly got up from her seat she disappeared in the living room for a second before she returned with a frame in her hand.

"This is him?" Antonio sniffed.

"No." She shook her head, the tears beginning to fall. "This was him."

The picture Ana had handed him was a picture that had clearly been years old. It was a picture of Ana and Nicolas seemingly only a few days post birth, the baby was premature, almost 4 weeks early.

"That's him" She smiled softly. Indicating the baby that had been dressed in a striped baby suit that was nearly two sizes too big.

Antonio sat admiring the photo for a few more moments before he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind for sometime. "H-how?" He knew he had to ask but it was harder than he expected, he didn't know his son but he had died, he needed to know how.

Ana took a shaky breath. "Su-sudden infant death syndrome." Her breathing hitched, tears rolling down her pale face.

"We-were you-" He didn't know how to ask.

"What? What are you asking Toni." The look in his eyes just made her want to crumble, had the man that she once loved really thought she could be responsible. "You think I was an addict when I was mothering my child." She whispered, tears clouding her vision. "Get out." She said, her voice quiet. He didn't move. "GET OUT ANTONIO."

Anna took a breath before she began, she knew what she was about to say could tear his world apart.

"No-Ana. Please."

"I need- I need some time." Ana was lost for words.

He didn't say anything as he rose from his chair and advanced towards the door.

"Wait. Antonio!" Anna called through the hallway but it had been too late as she heard the sound of the front door slamming.

At the sound of the door closing shut Voight ran straight down the stairs and went to check to see if his daughter was okay. After she reassured him for what felt the 8th time that she was okay he sat beside her at the table as they began to converse.

"How did it go?" He asked, it was clear that it hadn't gone well but he wanted her to speak to him, he didn't want her to hold it all in.

She looked up, tears in her eyes. "He blames me dad, he blames me for Nicolas. It wasn't my fault dad, I didn't hurt him."

Hank nodded, slowly, listening to every word. "He doesn't kid. He's in shock."

"I miss him dad, my baby boy. I miss him." She whispered, painfully.

"I miss him too."

Voight looked at his daughter carefully, she had a sheen of sweat on her forehead and was shaking more and more every move she made. She was looking worse, she was pale and more weak when she moved. He knew this was going to be really hard on Ana and he knew that her recovery would be hard but hopefully relatively fast.

"Why don't you go lie down for a few hours? I'll call you when foods ready." Voight said, placing a kiss on Ana's forehead as she began to walk towards the stairs.

"Okay." She agreed.

Voight had moved towards the stove when he heard a sudden crash, his fast reflexes spun him around all most immediately as he caught sight of his daughter seizing against the wooden floor in his neighbourhood house.

Throwing anything that disrupted his path Voight was at his daughter's side within seconds and rolled her on the side to stop her from choking. He had only just successfully stopped her head from hitting the floor when he heard a car pull up on the driveway.

Hearing the door slam shut he didn't move his head and concentrated on his daughter's tense body as the muscles all across her body spasm. As he tried to prevent further injury he thought about where he had gone wrong during his life as a father, he had done everything possible for his children, he had tried to shelter them from the dangers they would no doubt be faced with during their life.

"Hank I'm-" Erin was cut off by the sight she saw before her.

"Grab a blanket or cushion or something." Hank ordered, he hadn't even greeted Erin.

"Shit. Okay." Erin dropped her bag and ran to the living room picking up a pillow from the sofa, she returned and fell beside her sister. Taking the pillow off Erin Hank managed to place in beneath Ana's head. Within a few minutes Ana's body relaxed and her eyes opened slowly. Her eyelids fluttered open though they had closed just as quick as she tried to shield her eyes from the light above her, after a few seconds she decided to try again this time much slower allowing her green orbs to adjust. At an instant Ana tried to sit up but she was held down gently by two pairs of hands.

"Take it slow. Take it slow." Hank guided his daughter so she sat propped up against the wall. He spotted some blood seeping through her shirt so he was sure that the seizure she had just had must've popped a few stitches. "Easy" He warned.

Finally managing to prop herself against the wall she stared off into the hallway.

Erin hurried back with an ice pack and a glass of iced water. "Here you go." She had felt extremely guilty after yesterday and had been on her way to apologise to her 'sister' but this hadn't been what she was expecting, she just hoped she'd be able to talk to her about telling Antonio.

"Thank you." She murmured a slight thank you as she lifted the ice pack to the side of her head. "I'm sorry."

"You're doing great kid." Hank smiled softly. He knew she was going to get there he just didn't know how much Antonio Dawson was going to disrupt her recovery.


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