Heroin and Vodka

Author's note: Hey guys. I know I'm super late and that the last update was back in October. But I was really busy these past few months that I couldn't manage to find even a few hours to myself to type.

Anyways, how was the last chapter? I got a bunch of reviews asking me the identity of the mysterious person whom Isaac called at the end of last chapter. Some of you offered guesses but unfortunately, none of you got it right. I guess I should have reiterated. This person is indeed a famous lawyer in her world, but she isn't the lawyer of her respective show. Now that that's out of the way, you'll be given some more hints regarding this lawyer in this chapter and I will (hopefully) manage to introduce her in the next chapter itself. Or maybe in this chapter only. Lets se. It could go either way. Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Get Away With Murder. Its plot and characters are the sole property of Pete Nowalk and Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 39

Isaac rushed down the hallway, spotting Frank standing at the far end.

"Over here." Frank called out, noticing him. Isaac sped up, reaching him in seconds.

"How is she?" he asked immediately. Frank began walking towards the closest room, Isaac following to keep up.

"Still unconscious." Frank replied in a huff, "The nurse said they found drugs in her system."

Isaac eyes widened fractionally. This was news to him.

"What drugs?" he asked inquisitively.

Frank ignored the question, instead reaching the door and pulling it open. Before entering though, he turned back to face Isaac.

"Where's Annalise?" he asked.

A multitude of thoughts ran through Isaac's mind as Frank eyed him curiously, his hands still on the doorknob. Isaac was perfectly aware that he could not tell Frank that he had sent Annalise back to her apartment. He would blow a fuse. Instead, he decided to give him what he wanted to hear.

"She's…" Isaac began, "…dealing with Laurel's father."

Frank eyed him suspiciously, before nodding and walking through the door. Isaac followed him inside.

Laurel was lying unconscious on the bed, as a monitor beeped at regular intervals beside her. A nurse was beside her, checking her pulse. As Frank approached the bed, she began to stir. When Frank reached her bedside, her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey." Frank said, softly.

"Frank?" Laurel asked, turning her head to face him. "What is it?"

She casually brushed her hands against her belly and then paused, glancing down.

Isaac frowned heavily, waiting for the bomb to drop.

"What happened Frank?" she asked, sitting up. "Where's the baby?" Frank reached out to steady her.

"Laurel. Everything's going to be alright." Frank replied, attempting to calm her down. This did little to actually help.

Isaac was observing Laurel carefully. This was the first time he'd seen her since their last session. Her eyes were dilated and she was beginning to sweat, as was evident from her pale skin.

Meanwhile, Laurel's behavior was steadily becoming more erratic by the second.

"Where's the baby, Frank?" she reiterated, as she began to sob. "Where's my baby?"

"It's OK, Laurel." Frank replied, continuing in a reassuring tone. "The baby's in the NICU right now. They'll bring her to you shortly."

Isaac's eyes widened as he stared at Frank, nonplussed. What was he getting at, lying to her in her current condition? It would only serve to add more fuel to the fire if she were to discover the truth later on, which was bound to happen shortly.

"Your father's here." he replied abruptly, from where he was standing. Laurel turned her head to face him, having just noticed his presence in the room. Her eyes widened.

"What?" she asked in a whisper.

"He took her, Laurel. He's transferring the baby as we're speaking." Isaac continued.

Frank had in the meantime left Laurel's side and approached him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked in a low, harsh voice. Despite the intimidating tone, Isaac refused to budge.

"You're making it worse." he replied.

"And what would you know about that?" Frank continued, "Annalise sent you here to make things better and not worse."

"And you think lying to her is the best solution?" Isaac shot back, staring Frank straight in the eye.

Frank eyed the man as he stared back at him impassively. Till date, he had met many men whom he considered scum and some which were…well…Sam had been far worse than scum when he had been alive. Yet, he had known Isaac for the better part of a year now. Yet, he couldn't definitely assess as to where the man's loyalty lay. The fact that he was also a therapist always seemed to put him off too.

Frank was wary of therapists. They often knew too much.

Frank glared at the man who was staring pointedly back at Frank without budging an inch. He had to give the older man credit—he was quite fearless. Deciding to give the man the benefit of the doubt for the time being, he backed away and walked to the door before turning back and striding towards the door. He pulled open the door, but turned back before exiting.

"You better be sure of what you're doing, doc." he warned him. Isaac nodded curtly in response. Without another word, Frank exited the room.

Isaac turned to the bed where Laurel was currently resting in. The entire exchange with Frank had occurred in a matter of seconds and Laurel, who had been too busy processing the bomb which Isaac had dropped on her, had not noticed the exchange. Isaac sighed thankfully. He walked over to her bedside and pulled up the chair, sitting down next to her.

Laurel turned her head to face him. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot and her face was paler than usual, which was saying something as she was just as much Latino as him.

"Is it true?" she whispered, "Is she gone?"

Isaac weighed his options. He doubted he could reassure her. Informing her that he had sent Annalise back home would only serve to excite her further. So, with a calm and decided sigh, Isaac repeated his earlier words.

"It's being taken care of, Laurel." he replied firmly. "All you have to worry about right now is getting better." He gently placed his hand on the edge of her bed. "Can you do that for me?" he added softly.

Laurel eyed Isaac carefully.

She had been visiting the man ever since she had begun having those bizarre and awkward visions. The man had been sympathetic and had done his best to analyze her situation. Slowly, but surely enough, Laurel had begun to shed some of her shields around the man. At first, she had been reluctant to do so and Isaac had complied, and not pushed her to open up. Instead, he had allowed her to open up willingly and in her own time, something which she had never experienced before.

Ever since her childhood, she had been pushed around by her family and she had hoped to escape the nightmare that was her father. She differed from Micheala in that she had never actually had daddy issues or attempted to replace her father with someone else. She had never felt such a need. In fact, the mere thought of it repulsed her.

This was all true. Until she met Isaac and came to know him for the man that he truly was.

In the short time that she had come to know him, Laurel had realized something. This man was…radically different from Sam. Laurel had never been at ease with Sam, despite knowing him all for the duration of two months only. In fact, she had hardly shared a conversation with the man. Her most prolonged interaction with the man had been on the night of the fateful bonfire.

Yet, she recalled how she had exploded at Connor following the reveal that he had been at Annalise's house the night her house had been burnt down. She had been furious at him and had been unwilling to forgive him for keeping such a thing from everyone. Yet, it was Isaac who had come to Connor's defense and he had opened up, revealing a pain he had buried away years ago. Laurel recalled the look in the man's eyes…

"I know because…that was the same look I had seen often in my daughter's eyes. It was the same look… I had…when I lost her."

"Laurel?" Isaac asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at him. The man was eyeing her expectantly. She coughed before nodding.

"Alright." she whispered, before laying her head back on her pillow and turning to the other side. "But you better fix this."

Isaac nodded.

No sooner had he exited Laurel's room did he encounter a dishevelled Micheala who looked worse for wear. Her face was dark and tear strained. But what immediately drew his attention was the splash of blood across her dress, which was surreptitiously covered by a long overcoat, somewhat similar to the one he was wearing himself.

"Where is she?" she asked as she rushed up to him, "Frank told me she was here. Can I see her?" Without waiting for a reply, she attempted to bypass him. But Isaac immediately obstructed her path.

"What are you—"

"No." Isaac replied, cutting her off.

Micheala eyed him carefully.

"What do you mean "no"?" she asked.

"I mean you can't see her right now."

Michaela stared back at her, eying him as if he was crazy.

"What do you mean I can't see her? I'm her friend and you can't stop me!" she replied defiantly as she attempted to push her way past him. But Isaac cut her off.

"She's a patient, Micheala. And she's in no condition to entertain visitors right now." Isaac informed her firmly. "As her therapist, I cannot allow you to disturb her now."

Micheala stopped trying to push his way past him and stepped back, eying him critically.

"What do you mean you're her therapist? Laurel never mentioned she visited you. What are you—"

Isaac cut him off.

"I'm sorry Micheala. But I'm not at liberty to divulge that information to you. If Laurel hasn't told you herself, I cannot either."

Micheala chuckled and gave a wry smile.

"If you think you can stop me from seeing Laurel, think again." she replied defiantly, before striding back up the corridor and turning the corner. Isaac sighed. She had obviously gone to get reinforcements.

This night had just become more complicated.

The sun was just barely beginning to rise as Isaac stared at the bright glow which was barely visible between the looming buildings.

Micheala hadn't shown up with backup as Isaac had been expecting, which didn't surprise him too much. He sincerely doubted Connor would actually help Micheala given that he had been completely against Laurel's plan to raid Caplan and Gold to begin with. He had been carefully avoiding Frank for the past two hours and the man was growing tired. And it was beginning to show.

He had almost dozed off in his chair at the lobby. Deciding that it simply wouldn't do, he had dragged himself up and walked up to the hospital cafeteria on the top floor.

He had just taken a seat next to the window and taken a sip of his coffee when a voice interrupted him.

"I'm sorry? Is this seat taken?" the voice asked. Before he could reply, a woman had promptly taken the seat opposite to him.

She was dark skinned, perhaps a shade lighter than Annalise herself. Her long raven hair reflected the fluorescent lighting of the cafeteria. She was wearing a long grey double-breasted drape coat. She deposited her handbag on the table and turned to face Isaac.

Isaac smiled softly.

"It's been a long time, Jessica."

Author's note: And CUT!

There you go guys. The mystery caller from the previous chapter has been revealed. Although she really doesn't require an introduction as she's one of the most fierce and badass lawyers on television, this is Jessica Pearson from Suits. She's one of the most iconic lawyers on TV and if you don't know her, you really have been living under a rock these past few years.

Anyways, all jokes aside, she's going to be central to getting the baby back and winning custody. How will she do that? Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

Also, the next few updates might be a bit sporadic as I'll be busy in the next two months or so. Although I cannot guarantee anything, I promise I'll try to update as frequently as possible.