Disclaimer: Do not own either Chicago Fire, PD, or Med. Nor Night Shift 2014, they belong to their respective owners. I own Sarah Elizabeth.

Chapter Six

Jacob Deem sat in the exam room with confidence. The laceration was minor, however, his CO wanted him to make sure it didn't get infected, so the Lieutenant took him to San Antonio Memorial, which was a military hospital. He enjoyed talking to his doctor, who happened to be Dr. T.C. Callahan.

Jacob had heard of Doctor Callahan's tour in the military. He had heard the stories from higher-ranking officers that disapproved of his moral and ethical decisions when it came to military personnel. As a personal opinion, he agreed with Callahan, we didn't leave our people behind.

Just as he was thinking about getting up, Jacob's phone rang next to his bed. When he opened the phone, Jacob found a video embedded in a text. He clicked on the video and listened to his CO, Lieutenant Stevens, explain the meaning of the video, and asked him to show the video to Doctors Allister and the medical staff. Lieutenant Stevens told him that he would see him in a few days.

Scooting his six to the edge of the bed, he gradually got up from the bed and headed out of the room toward the nurse's station.

Molly heard an exam door open and glanced up to see PFC Deem walk very carefully to her station. His phone was in his hand with a small on his face. "PFC Deem, what can I do for you?"

"My CO just sent me a video of a certain doctor who received his silver oak leaves before leaving for Chicago."

Molly's chocolate-colored eyebrow went up to her hairline. "Wait here and don't fall over at my work station. I need to get Drew and have him view the video."

Deem gave Molly a cheeky grin, "Yes, Ma'am."

Molly saved what she was working on and headed for the exam room that Dr. Allister was seeing his latest patient.

Jacob stood at the nurse's station with trepidation. He felt like his legs were going to fall out from under him because of being slightly weak. He looked around to find other nurses off helping doctors that were visiting patients. Jacob hoped that Miss Molly wouldn't mind if he sat in her chair while he waited. He knew he pushed to get out here, however, he felt it was more important to see happy faces than that dreary exam room.

Jacob felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head slightly toward the person who touched him, to find Dr. Allister next to him with concern. "Overdid it?"

"Yes, sir. I want to sit here a bit before going back to that dreary exam room if it is okay with Miss Molly."

Drew looked over Jacob's head to see Molly shake her head yes. Drew knew that Molly didn't mind. Molly was a hard-nosed nurse but she was full of compassion that made her an excellent head nurse of the Night Shift in the ER.

"Now, what is this about a video that Molly told me that I need to see."

Jacob smiled at Dr. Allister and handed him the phone after pushing the play button.

"I thought everyone at San Antonio Memorial should be in on this very exciting moment." Lieutenant Stevens in the video. Stevens's phone was turned toward the tarmac and zoomed in to witness Callahan receive his gold oak leaves. Once it was over Stevens turned to phone around and added, "We are headed to the Great Lakes Training Center in Chicago. Yes, it's navy, however, some of these supplies will be going to Chicago Med. Deem see you in about a week. Stay safe all."

Drew handed the phone back to PFC Deem who was looking better than white as a sheet from earlier. "Think you can help Molly with keeping our doctors in line if they get mouthy?"

Jacob Deem looked Drew Allister in the eye and replied with conviction, "Yes, sir."

"You're a good man PFC," Drew replied to Jacob Deem. His facial expressions conveying his appreciation for his help.

Drew left PFC Deem at Molly's desk and guided her toward an empty exam room. "One of the doctors thinks he is God and that patients are his guinea pigs. He is cocky, the bad kind. T.C. can be cocky, however, he knew what he was doing and treated patients with dignity and care. Do you mind backing up Deem as he cracks the whip?"

Just then they both heard a commotion at the nurse's station to find the doctor who Drew was talking about. Deem was holding his own. They stood out of the exam room and watched the show. Drew could see that Jacob was running on adrenaline as he stood up to Eugene, but his adrenaline could only go so far.

Molly left Drew's side to PFC Deem as she very carefully maneuvered Jacob into her seat. She had seen exactly what Drew had seen. Her compassion for this patient, who had stepped up to the plate to help her nurses was nothing more than miraculous and she was going to treat him with a strong motherly hand. Eugene on the other hand will get her ire. "Dr. Romines you will treat my nurse's staff with utmost care or you will find that I can find an exam room and do an enema on you so fast your head will spin and now go to the lounge and finish your patient report."

Dr. Eugene Romines looked at Dr. Allister for help who stood behind Molly with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet shoulder-width apart and glared at him with a "do as you are told" look. So Eugene grabbed his patient file and headed to the doctor's lounge with force.

Drew spoke quietly to Jacob, "Do you mind calling the MP's as well as the SAPD down here? Things are going to get...difficult after I see his patient."

Molly looked at Drew, however, Jacob answered for her, "As the lead doctor on the floor Dr. Allister had the right to check the doctor's work if he feels that the patient is being bullied. Normally, I bet, Mr. Drew, doesn't look on at another doctor's patients but after what happened out here, I would be concerned too."

Molly nodded her head with an impressed smile. She was going to enjoy working with Jacob. He was observant, compassionate, and kind but he also brought a command presence that was sorely needed around newer doctors that didn't know how SAM worked. PFC Deem had done it within 30 minutes of being at the nurse's station.

To get everyone on track, Jacob changed the subject just a little, "Dr. Allister, you might want to call Dr. Callahan before the plane takes off. There is no cell service until 30,000 feet."

Drew looked at Jacob and saw his color was returning. "While I am on the phone with T.C. I need you to drink some water or I have Molly put in an IV of saline while you are working. Your body needs fluids."

"Yes, sir. I do better with fluids. Laying down was driving me nuts."

Drew smiled at Jacob, "It does that to all of us." Then took out his phone and called T.C.

T.C. saw that it was Drew and let out a big sigh. Let the ribbing begin. "Hey, Drew"

"I watched the video that Stevens sent. Congrats man. Now you and Rick are the same rank."

"Thanks, Drew. It was a spur of the moment. When I got here Colonel Burch gave me the oak leaves. I don't know how he did it but I'm glad. I was told I could boss the Navy around a little." T.C. chuckled a little.

"Be safe man."Drew smiled then grew serious "I need to talk to Jordan, one of the new doctors is worse in cockiness than Scott and you combined. It is borderline Godlike."

T.C.'s face turned stony. "Did he harass my patient?"

Drew chuckled, "Your patient verbally kicked the guy in the six."

T.C.'s face lessened from stony to serious, "Good for him."

"Molly is backing him up"

"Here is Jordan"

Jordan looked at the phone and then at T.C. who mouthed 'Drew'

"What is going on Drew?"

"You may not have a doctor when you get back. One of the newer doctors is using patients as guinea pigs and has a God complex. He treats his patients like lab rats. "

Jordan's face gave off the 'I'm ticked off' look, "Kick his six to the curb after checking on his patent. Write down when you called me and that I have permitted you to kick his six to the curb if he has treated his patients with dispassionate concern."

"Thank you. Enjoy your flight to Chicago and say Hi to Sarah from all of us"

"Will do."

They both ended the call with the thought of things to come.

Chapter Seven

The flight to the Great Lakes Training Center in Chicago was luckily uneventful.

Jordan and T.C. could hear the pilots making their final approach to the Training Center and looked at their kids to make sure they were buckled up and ready for the descent into Chicago. As parents they were both glad that there were headphones for both kids, so their eardrums would not pop on ascent and descent of the plane.

Once the plane landed, all occupants were given the go-ahead to disembark.

Unknown to them all was an Admiral with close ties with the General's back in Washington D.C. He was disgusted that Captain Callahan was given a promotion to Major. He liked following orders and the structure it held within the military. If anyone deviated from that it became apparent that they did not toe the line of the rule book.

T.C. could feel their eyes on him as he gathered his belongings, as well as his family, to the designated waiting area. He kissed Jordan on the lips, hugged each of his children, then told them he would be back.

T.C arrived back at the cargo plane as the Petty Officer's were unloading the medical supplies for the infirmary. Two of the Petty Officers looked like they could take care of themselves while the other two were jumpy like they wanted to please the people above them and one in particular; Admiral Horner.

As T.C directed the Petty Officer's of what medical supplies went with each section, Admiral Horner walked purposefully to the waiting area. He did not like children on his base especially if they belonged to Callahan.

Jordan watched through the glass as the Admiral frog marched himself to the waiting area. She stood up and motioned for the kids to stay with the luggage. She then met the Admiral outside, her back to the waiting area, to protect her children as well as of having the adult discussion out in the open.

Admiral Horner motioned with his hand for Mrs. Callahan to go back into the waiting area. He didn't want to have his discussion aired amongst his men. Admiral Horner waited for Mrs. Callahan do to what she was told. All he got in return was a woman whose feet were shoulder-width apart and arms crossed over her chest.

"Whatever you are going to discuss with me will be out here and away from my children."

Admiral Horner liked to hunt and he hated momma bears because they protected their young from predators, including humans. He often killed the mother to get to the cub and to him, this was no different. He couldn't stand children either in his home or on his base. "I'll go through you if I have to"

"Go for it. You will find that my children have the good sense to defend themselves when they feel threatened. Or I could just call your niece who has been sitting on her six for the better part of 24 hours in a hospital chair making sure a local firefighter is well enough to move around without being in pain."

The Admiral's face turned from red to purple. He was mad, he did the one thing always did when he was mad, lash out. He raised his hand to backhand Mrs. Callahan for being insubordinate when he felt his arm being blocked by none other than Mrs. Callahan, who had pushed up against the wall of the hanger, which made him angrier. He tried to fight but she had held on tight to her right arm, then pushed up even further where she could break his arm if it came down to it.

"You will cease right now. Your men look up to you to be the example and right now you are being a two year old with a bad temper. If you don't I have every right to arrest you on your base for conduct unbecoming to a military dependent."

All that Jordan got was a growl and more rage. "Fine." Jordan put the Admiral on the floor in 20 seconds flat with her knee in the middle of his shoulder blades and then leaned over and spoke to the Admiral for the M.P. to hear, "I will report you to your niece as well as your commanding officer for trying to hit me in front of my children and your men. Now get up or I will have these nice gentleman hog tie you like a bull that you are." Once the Admiral was upon his feet, Jordan gently shoved him toward the waiting M.P. Then the next thing that she did was call Sarah or if not her then Chicago Med and Dr. Clarke.

Chapter Eight

"Gaffney Chicago Medical Center"

"This is Dr. Jordan Alexander, please patch me through to the ED. Need to speak to Dr. Jeff Clarke."

"one moment please"

Jordan hears the transfer and the infuriating elevator music. She hears another click, and the phone is picked up, "ED, Maggie Lockwood"

"Maggie, this is Dr. Jordan Alexander out of SAM, my husband Dr. T.C. Callahan and I arrived in Chicago at the Great Lakes Naval Base. We have had the pleasure of seeing and talking to the base Admiral."

Maggie snorted, "Let me guess, he gave you the "women and children are not allowed on his base" speech."

Jordan smiled, "Oh he tried. I would not let him near my kids. So, he decided that it was okay for him to try to slap me across the face. I don't take kindly to bullies."

Maggie laughed, "Good for you."

"Right now, he is sitting in the brig waiting for his JAG attorney." Changing the subject just a little, "Maggie, is Dr. Clarke or Sarah Elizabeth in your ED I need to speak to them."

"About what we….."

"Yes, ma'am"

"You hold on sugar and I will get them for you." Maggie put Jordan on hold and headed for Serveride's room.

Maggie knocked quietly on the door to the room before sticking her head in and checking on Kelly, Sarah, and Dr. Clarke.

"Sarah"

Sarah looked up to see Maggie enter the room, "There is a phone call for you. It is Jordan."

Sarah looked at Severide and then kissed his forehead, "I am going to be out at the nurses' station for a bit. I will be right back." She let go of his hand and headed for the nurses' station.

Once Sarah was gone, Maggie took over and watched as his numbers spiked, "Hey none of that. Sarah will be right back. She has the firehouse and this hospital protecting her back. Sarah will be fine."

Severide's numbers decreased as he waited for his 'big sister'. His back was killing him, however, he was so glad that Ana had the bone marrow.

Chapter Nine

Sarah asked one of the nurses which line Jordan was and they motioned to line one. So, Sarah picked up the phone to talk to Jordan.

"Hey girl"

"Hey yourself. Your uncle is a real piece of work."

"What did he do now?" Sarah sighed. Her uncle always thought that he was right and everyone else was wrong. Details were his thing, and everything had to be just so, which was so infuriating.

"Tried to have a conversation with me and kids present and I headed him off at the pass. Right in front of his men. They were able to see what he was like if you crossed him."

"What did he do?"

"Tried to slap me across the face and the kids, as well as his sailors, saw the whole thing. I only have a bruise out of the whole ordeal."

Sarah put her thumb and forefinger around her nose. This is the last thing that she needed. "Sarah, write out everything that happened then fax it to the Secretary of the Navy. She will be extremely interested in his behavior. The brass did not want to get rid of him because of his attention to detail but his people skills leave something to be desired. Therefore this is the reason I have not spoken to him in almost 15 years."

"Once T.C. is done with the Petty Officers and unloading the medical supplies we will be down to Med. Fair warning though we are in BDUs. They are comfortable for medical and as travel clothes."

"Thanks for the warning. Most of the people here wear scrubs. There is one doctor here that will probably learn a great deal from T.C. and vice versa. You will meet him when you all arrive. "Sarah let out a sigh, "I'll call SecNav instead of you. Maybe I can get her to investigate and have a hardnosed Marine do the investigating."

Jordan laughed, "That is just evil but oh so good. Tell Gibbs he has a steak dinner on us once he is done."

Sarah smiled, "will do. See you soon."

They both hung up and took a deep breath to calm their hearts before talking to family and friends.

Chapter Ten

Sarah dialed the Secretary of the Navy's office to talk to Sarah Davenport, the Secretary of the Navy. She may be a civilian but she knew what was expected of the office and the negotiating that went along with the said office.

Once the secretary answered the phone, Sarah explained her phone call and was transferred to the Secretary of the Navy.

"Sarah Elizabeth, what a surprise. How have you been?"

"Doing quite well. Been working at a bar named Molly's. It is owned by a few firefighters here in Chicago." Sarah took a deep breath. She appreciated the enthusiasm of the Secretary but the apprehension of her next sentence was going to be difficult.

Davenport heard the sigh on the other end of her phone and knew something was wrong, "That is not why you called, is it? Just spit it out."

"Uncle Eugene is at it again. He just about slapped Dr. Jordan Alexandar in the face, luckily, she was able to defend herself. All this happened in front of his men and two children ages 7 and 5. Wanted to warn you of the fallout and ask if you could send Agent Gibbs up here to Chicago. We need a bulldog. Voight is good but he has never dealt with an Admiral who gets his way half the time. "

"I'll talk to Vance about sending him up to you."

"Thanks. I need to get back to Severide. He donated bone marrow and is hurting. He will be laid up for the next 24 hours or more. Then he will have a few weeks of physical therapy before heading back to Squad 3 at Firehouse 51."

Davenport smiled into the phone, "Glad he has someone in his corner. Talk to you soon."

"Thanks."