AN: I had planned to update all my stories now that it's winter break but I doubt that'll happen. I know this is really rushed but that's how I write. I don't like reading long, descriptive stories so I don't write long, descriptive stories. Sorry if that's what you're looking for but I don't have the patience to do that. Ha.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked as she was cleaning up after Pratt had finished with Emma.

Emma sat on the edge of the bed looking at her feet.

Pratt sat down next to her.

"You can tell us you know," he said soothingly, "We're like family and we care about you."

Emma just swung her legs back and forth, still not making eye contact with either of them.

Sam smiled sadly at Emma. "Whenever you're ready to tell us, we'll listen."

Pratt and Sam headed toward the door.

"What's gonna happen?"

Both adults turned to look at Emma.

"What do you mean?" Pratt walked back over to where she was sitting.

"Where am I gonna go?" Emma asked as the realization formed in her mind. "He'll come looking for me. He knows I'm here."

Emma jumped to her feet. She pushed past Sam and ran out of the room.

"Emma, wait!" Sam called after her.

Emma raced through the ER until she finally reached the ambulance bay doors. She ran out into the cold Chicago air and kept going until she was out of breath. She could hear Pratt calling for her as he tried to catch up to her. She ducked into what looked as if it were a doorway to a crack house. She crouched down in a corner and watched Pratt run by. She waited until his shouts were distant echoes before getting up.

I can't go back home. Emma thought to herself. Dad will look for me there. I couldn't wait in the hospital either. God, why did this have to happen? If Carter and everyone hadn't showed up, I wouldn't even be worrying about this.

"Hey, girl." Emma turned to see a tall man standing in the doorway she had just been hiding in. "You lost?"

"Um, no, I'm just…" Emma backed up a little.

"Don't worry, baby." He reached out for her. "I can take care of you real good."

Emma turned to run but the man grabbed her from behind.

"No, stop!" Emma kicked her legs. "Let go!"

He placed a hand over her mouth and carried her into the house. Emma kept struggling against his tight grip.

"Hey, man!" the man called out. "Come help me over here."

Emma saw another man walk into the hall they were in. He looked Hispanic and very familiar. He had a rag in his hand.

"No, wait," Emma pleaded. "Please, don't."

She kicked even harder but the first man held onto her even tighter.

"Sweet dreams," the Hispanic man told her as he covered her nose and mouth with the rag.

The last thing Emma heard was Pratt calling for her again as he ran back toward the hospital.

Pratt saw Sam's concerned face the moment he reached the hospital.

"I couldn't find her," he told Sam before she could even ask.

"Right," Sam turned to where Frank normally was when he wasn't up getting food. "I'll call the police."

"I'll go check up on Abby." Pratt then proceeded up to where the surgical waiting room was.

Pratt stopped in his tracks when he saw a crying Susan being held by Carter and Luka pacing the room looking like a mad man.

Carter was the first to notice Pratt. Pratt moved closer to them.

"Did she…?"

"I swear to God," Luka yelled out to no one in particular, "I'll fucking rip his throat out."

"She's in a coma," Carter released Susan.

She stood up and walked over to Pratt.

"Something's wrong." She asked in more of a statement than a question.

"Emma's missing," he told the three doctors. "She ran out of the hospital and I couldn't find her."

"It's nearly eleven o'clock. Something could happen to her." Susan grabbed her sweater from the cluster of chairs they had been occupying. "Let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Pratt blocked the doorway. "Why don't you stay here in case there's any change with Abby. Carter and Luka can go look for Emma. Sam and I will be down in the ER since we're still working and in case she comes back."

While Pratt was talking, Susan had sat back down and Carter and Luka had put their coats on.

"Okay," Susan agreed. "Besides, they've got cops looking too, right?"

"Of course," Pratt smiled sadly.

"C'mon," Carter headed out the door with Luka trailing behind him.

Pratt looked at Susan when he heard her begin to cry again.

"Hey," he sat next to her. "Shhh."

"Why is this happening?" she sobbed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't know," he said softly. "I just don't know."