Two days later Naomi was sat again by her son's incubator and suddenly, she felt a shooting pain and an intense burning across her scar region. As Mary P walked in to the room the nurse who had been tending to Isaac pulled her to one side.

"Please don't say this has come from me but she is in a lot of pain, and she's worn out. She needs to rest. She's been here next to his incubator for a straight twenty hours. She has had no sleep and just watches him so intensely and every small movement or noise she is beginning to freak out. She won't allow anyone other than a handful of us tend to his needs. She needs a break."

Mary P nods. She was warned about these sorts of things by Mouch when they had their chat forty-eight hours ago when he was on the unit. Naomi was having a relapse brought on by trauma. Mary P had seen it numerous times before. She always managed to address it with the woman, but she knew that Naomi was going to be a tough cookie to crack. After all she was the daughter of Trudy McHolland. This wasn't going to be easy, but she resigned to herself that she had to do something. Naomi had been sat in the wheelchair for a solid twenty hours straight. She needed to move or at least move herself in to a day chair. Mary P knew she had to do something but what and how to approach it was going to use all her expertise. Rob walked away.

Naomi glanced their way and her paranoia kicked in. She knew they were talking about her and she decided in that moment there was no way that she was going to be kept away from her boy and that she would find out what they were hiding and talking about. Naomi pulled her mobile from her pocket. Nothing. Blankness. All that was there was the new screensaver she had made of Isaac, Jay and herself that the nurse had taken in theatre. Jay looked amazing in the blue scrubs. He actually reminded her of Will when he took his locum position. It was the matching blue eyes. Isaac was the spitting image of his dad and Naomi smiled thinking that her world was perfect. Little did she know that a woman was watching through the window of the NICU.

It was a grey overcast day. It had begun to rain. Naomi had glanced towards the window and saw someone hanging around. She couldn't be sure but she had thought that the woman looked vaguely familiar but couldn't be sure as the figure was hiding behind the tree. She was dressed all in black.

Mary P had exited the room.

"I need back up how soon can you be here?"

"I'm not far away. I can be there in ten to fifteen minutes will that be ok?"

Little did Naomi know that Mary P had called in the big guns as reinforcements and that was meant literally. There was no backing down from the confrontation that was about to get real.

Mary P ended the call and grabbed a chair from the hallway and took it in to the high dependency unit and sat down next to Naomi not giving her any opportunity to be able to tell her that she didn't want company. Mary P knew that if she had given Naomi the choice that she would never have opened up.

"He's a beautiful boy. So big. He has beautiful blue eyes."

"You what?"

"I said he's a beautiful boy. One of the biggest we have had here in high dependency. He has beautiful blue eyes."

"No I meant repeat the section about his eyes."

"He has beautiful blue eyes."

"When did he open his eyes?"

"Erm have you not seen him open his eyes?"

"Obviously not."

"Look…."

Naomi turned her head back to her son and Isaac had opened his eyes and was staring straight at her. Naomi took his small hand in her fingers grasp and Isaac, as if on cue, grasped his mommy's fingers as tightly as he could and laid staring at her. Mary P laid her hand on Naomi's shoulder firmly but lightly as she knew Naomi avoided human contact unless from familiar people and Mary P had definitely not gained Naomi's trust or confidence, yet, but she wasn't going to let that affect her.

Naomi turned her head back to Mary P and looked her straight in the eye. "Is my son ever going to pull through?"

Mary P smiled. "He has his mother's strong will and he is fighting with us every second of every day. Yesterday he was on a ventilator, and we've taken him off that now as he's breathing by himself albeit still needing some help but that's purely precaution. We must ensure he has enough oxygen to keep his body fighting. I'm sure within twenty-four hours he won't even need the oxygen therapy."

"Naomi is there anything you want to talk about?" Mary continued.

"No, I mean yes. Actually I don't know. My head is a bit fuzzy right now. On Tuesday I came in for a routine growth scan before induction on the Wednesday and then my world was turned upside down by having to have an emergency caesarean which was never on the cards or thought about in my antenatal care plan. Now here I am sitting with my son who was weighing 10lb 2oz at thirty-six weeks so classed as premature however he looks healthy but then I was told by my consultant that if they had waited and not scanned me that both my son and I would be dead."

"Don't you think that it might be a wise idea to get some sleep sweetie? I mean you've been here for a solid twenty hours with no sleep, no rest, no food, no drink, no nothing? Surely you know that's not going to help Isaac if you can't even help yourself?"

"I can't leave him. I nearly lost him when he was inside me and right now I don't trust anything that anyone is doing to my son and I need to be watching his every movement to make sure he's being looked after."

The mysterious voice on the end of the phone walks in to the room "I hear you're causing havoc in this hospital. Do I have to arrest you for breach of the peace?"

Naomi turns to the voice recognising it instantly. "Uncle Hank what are you doing here?"

"I heard from an old friend that you were giving these nurses a very hard time and contradicting them and choosing to ignore their advice."

Mary P chuckles and promptly walks out of the room taking the chair with her.

"Really. Conspiracist." Naomi shouts at Mary P as she hears her walking away chuckling down the hallway.

"Come on baby girl. You need to go back to your bed on the ward and get some rest and if you don't and you keep harassing these poor nurses and don't let them do their jobs and look after my great nephew then I will make sure you are removed from this hospital and you won't be allowed back in until Isaac is ready to be discharged."

"Uncle Hank…."

Hank Voight had the sort of persona that was calm and collected however if you got on his bad side or upset his family then you would wish you were being buried. Hank stood up straight. The nurses recognising his defiant stance all looked at each other and vacated the room.

"Don't Uncle Hank me thinking you're getting away with staying down here for another twenty hours straight with no food or drink or medication or even painkillers. And don't even think about opening that smart mouth of yours with an excuse because I don't buy it for one and if I have to I will fire Jay just to make sure you start looking after yourself and to make sure he is watching you twenty-four hours a day seven days a week and with his expertise he can go weeks with no sleep. Baby girl you know you can't look after him while you're so drained and ill from not eating or drinking or looking after yourself. What will happen to poor Isaac when your sugar levels drop dangerously low that you end up in the intensive care unit because you haven't focused on the here and now?"

"Bu…."

"Too late." Hank starts wheeling the chair away from the incubator and towards the hallway. "And we are off…. See you later buddy… Uncle Hank loves you mate… And your mum will be back soon but not in the next twenty-four hours." Hank says back to the incubator where Isaac is lying.

"Uncle Hank I'm not a baby I can make good decisions. I'm not a child any more. I'm a grown woman with a child who's life depends on me."

"That you think so proves you need a babysitter."

Naomi goes to fire back a retort but decides that this is a battle of wills that she is never going to win. Hank smirks to himself as Naomi sits quietly while he wheels her up to Lawrence Ward. Dawn is on the approach to the ward as she is due to start the next shift in ten minutes. Dawn sees Voight.

"Dinky Doodle how are you?"

"Oh my God Dawn how are you?"

"Is this your husband Naomi?"

"No dawn this is my Uncle Hank. How long have you two known each other?"

"About seventeen years. Hank got me this job when I was a slightly old midwife training in the local college."

"Ok lovebirds time to fly the nest."

"Naomi don't be so vulgar. Dawn do you think you could possibly escort my niece in to bed and if she doesn't go then do you think you could possibly handcuff her with these to the bed. She has been told she is not allowed to move from that bed in twenty-four hours and if she does you have my full permission to call me, there's my number. Niece related troubles only though Dawn… I can see that glint in your eye and I know exactly what that means."

Naomi laughs aloud. She knows full well her Uncle means everything he has just said. She also knows that Dawn is a very persuasive woman.

Hank turns and proceeds to walk off stalking in the direction of the main entrance pulling his mobile from his pocket.

"Uncle Hank?"

"Yes baby girl?"

"Come here a sec will you I forgot to mention it to Mary P downstairs. I saw a familiar figure lurking around outside the NICU window earlier and it seemed that whoever it was took a particular interest in Isaac."

"Say no more. I got eyes on Isaac."

"Thank you Uncle Hank."

"Any idea who it was kiddo?"

"No I'm too wiped out to actually be able to recognise faces from afar right now."

"And there we have it, finally, the truth."

"Sod off."

"I intend to."

Dawn stands and marvels at their exchange. She has never seen anyone get away with talking to Voight the way Naomi just did. Dawn made a mental note to herself to ask Naomi more about her Uncle when she was more sentient.

TWELVE HOURS LATER…

Naomi had decided that maybe she should accept the help that was being offered in the shape of painkillers. Mr Simm had written her up for oramorph just in case she needed it and had relented in her adamant decision that she wasn't going to take help. She fell asleep within the hour and twelve hours woke to two familiar voices shouting at the receptionist in the corridor. Will and Jay. Their voices were heated. Naomi began to wonder what was going on and what on earth possessed Jay to come to a maternity ward and raise his voice.

"I need to see my wife."

"Bro calm down. I'm sure Naomi is ok."

"Where the hell is she? She hasn't been to see our son in over twelve hours. She said she would be there with him and now this has happened."

"Jay Halstead calm your oysters. Seriously bro she needed sleep and food."

"Then why the fuck can no one find her? Or even get her on her mobile phone."

On hearing this Naomi looked down to see her phone was missing. Maybe Hank had gotten Dawn to take it and put it safe on the account that she needed sleep.

It was strange.

The heated exchange was still going on. Naomi barely conscious only heard tiny bits. She was in and out of consciousness and she felt funny like she had been overdosed.

Naomi tried to move. She had insisted that the side bars be left down on the bed. She proceeded to shift her legs to the cold linoleum sky blue floor. She felt the cold radiate through her feet and she shivered as she raised herself to sitting on the edge of the bed. The wheelchair had been left next to her. She tried to reach and as she stretched she over stretched and ended in an unconscious heap on the floor bleeding out from her staples from the operation three days before. Jay and Will walked in to the room to find the bed empty. As Jay looked he sees Naomi's feet procuring from the end of the bed. Jay screams. Will hits the emergency button on the wall. Jay tries to rouse Naomi but with no avail. Jay starts to shout at Naomi. Will starts to apply pressure to her wound as Jay lifts her from the floor.

Dawn runs in to the room and seeing the trolley on its way out of the room screams for the receptionist to page theatre. Will was still holding the open wound on Naomi's abdomen. Jay was holding her hand and rushing along with the trolley to the waiting theatre. Will being a surgeon was allowed to access the theatre. Dawn separated Naomi's hand and pushed Jay backwards.

"Stay here ducky I will let you know what's going on."

Jay stares blankly at the door.

First Isaac had been taken from the ward by an unknown female and now this happens to Naomi.

He makes the call he's dreaded all his life.

The recipient answers on the first ring after noticing the caller ID.

"It's happened. My family have been hit."

"Who?"

"Both. All in the last twelve hours. Isaac is gone, god knows where and is in critical condition in Chicago somewhere and now my wife is in critical condition."

"Ducky you ok?" Dawns voice rings out.

"How's my wife?"

"Critical sweetie but she's fighting through. She has been drugged."

"How the fuck did that happen?"

"I'm mobilised already. This is done today."

"Thanks."

The caller who had been silently patched in when this went live hung up the phone and called his back up. His back up eagerly followed to their vehicles knowing this operation was time critical. Its just a shame no one had been allowed to warn Halstead of the plan.

Jay went back to talking to Dawn and getting the necessary information he needed before he rang Voight to tell him things had taken a turn for the worst and that there had been an attack on his family.

"How bad is she Dawn?"

"Well Will is flushing the drugs out of her system as quickly as possible but due to the diabetes and all of Naomi's medical problems it means her metabolism is slower which means the drug will be in her system for longer. In regards to the staples and the scar she had, well everything was healing nicely until she thought she was superwoman and she definitely isn't. But you already know that. Its just a case of wait and see. Isaac however well he literally is time critical. He has to be fed every two hours because of the risk of low blood sugars. Not only that he may need to dip back into the oxygen therapy so my advice Jay is go and find your boy before your wife wakes up. Do not tell her what's happened she was bad enough when she told Voight she had seen someone snooping around Isaac."

"Are you sure dawn?"

"Fuck off before you get my size seven up your ass."

Unbeknown to Dawn and Jay, Naomi had been wheeled out of theatre at this moment and although sedated she heard everything that had been said. Her son had been taken and now Jay was leaving her to deal with things while he went to find their precious bundle of joy.

A baby in a big city. How the hell does that happen?