A\N: Here's the next chapter. I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing it really makes me happy. I wanted the beginning to be a little different an to stand out so its semi 1st person for Violet and I really like how I wrote it and I hope you do as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, NBC or Global.

Spoilers: None

Warnings: An "F" word is used and some of the scenes are descriptive.

Chapter 12

"Okay Violet," Meagan turned to Violet as the plane prepared to land, "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to stay here with me and we're going to wait until everyone's off the plane. When I get the all clear from the air marshals that your father has been taken away I'll take you out into the terminal."

Violet didn't respond she just clung onto Meagan's hand and closed her eyes; she wanted to see her aunt and uncle again and go home. She wasn't sure how long she was with her or when she heard someone speaking into the radio but after that everything happened so fast. When Meagan brought her off the plane she saw her father with a gun and the next thing she knew she was pressed against him with a gun to her head.

"LET ME GO!" She cried and screamed.

"If I don't get my money and a way out of here I kill her," Jim threatened as he put the gun on Violet's skull.

There were nearly three dozen LAPD, Air Marshall's and FBI agents surrounding the small terminal and he relished at the fact that he had them all squirming, "I don't want anyone to come anywhere near her," He moved backwards, "I won't hesitate to kill her."

Violet whimpered and began to cry, "You don't love me," She sniffled.

Without hesitation he took the butt of the gun and rammed it into her head causing her to let out a sharp cry of pain and fall to the ground. Her eyes were blurry from the cause of the blow and all she could remember was the car crash months ago and how she felt the same sort of pain.

Jim grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked her upright, "Now where's my money and my airplane!" He demanded.

A senior FBI agent who was wearing an expensive looking suit stepped tentatively forward, "Before we get you this money you need to help us understand why you need it."

Jim growled, "My fucking mother, in all of her glory decided to give her everything when she died. She left me with nothing! I looked aft her and put her in homes to make sure I got the money but she gave it all to this stupid good for nothing girl who she never even met," He scoffed, "I deserve that money!"

"We'll work on that now-"

"NO! Get me my money then we'll talk!" He demanded and refused to say another word. He didn't even care that Violet had thrown-up and was having trouble keeping her eyes open for long periods of time.

"Sir," The same man stepped forward again "we're doing everything we can to get you what you want but you need to give us something. Your daughter needs medical attention let us take her and get her help."

He kicked Violet to the floor and laughed menially, "No way. She's my insurance. I know her uncle won't let you kill me if there's any chance you'll injure her."

"Don't hurt Uncle Matt…" Violet murmured before she closed her eyes and her breathing became heavy.

"Sir she needs medical attention," The man repeated but Jim just turned the gun onto Violet and laughed, "Where's my money?"

The man lowered his voice and said something into his microphone and then stepped back. In the next seconds out of nowhere there was a shot and Jim felt a bullet seep into his shoulder causing him to stumble and loose control of the gun. After that there was a rush of people who kicked the gun away and went to get him and attended to Violet. He was being pushed away from her and didn't even bother to look back to see if she was alright, he knew he'd never get the money he wanted but he didn't care.

Violet opened her eyes only to close them again due to a surging pain in her head. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before and she cried out in pain hoping anyone would hear her. Her memory as to what happened was still a little hazy but she knew it involved her father and a gun.

It was nearing mid-night in Los Angles and Violet hadn't woken up yet. She'd suffered a major concussion and CT scans showed the slight possibility of brain trauma, due to the blow she received recently and that fact she'd been in a serious car crash, something that had already made her her brain more sustainable to injury.

When Matt and Gabby had arrived in Los Angles and been informed of what had happened they'd rushed to the hospital, Matt never leaving Violet's side.

"Sweetie," Matt's eyes widened as he saw her move her head slightly, "Violet," He gently touched her hand, "You're okay, I'm here," He soothed.

She turned to face him and said in a horse voice, "Can't open my eyes,"

Matt's heart stopped, that couldn't be what the doctor's were talking about. No way. Despite the fact he wanted to break down and cry he managed to stand up and walk out of the room and grab the attention of a nurse who followed him into the room.

"She says she can't open her eyes," He explained, his voice enriched with worry.

"Let's have a look," the nurse didn't pretend to hide her worrying looks, "I'll get her doctor too. Tell him she's awake.

"Uncle Matt!" Violet cried, not liking the new voice she heard.

He rushed over to her, "I'm here baby," He took her hand, "Auntie Gabby will be back soon too. She just went to call everyone; so many people are worried about you."

"I want to see you," She sobbed but found even crying hurt her eyes and this caused her to become more upset.

Matt was unsure about what to say so he simply sat on the bed and pulled her carefully into his arms and held her.

Gabby walked into the room with two water bottles and handed one to Matt, "Any change?" She asked unaware of the events that had already taken place.

"She woke up," Matt whispered, "But she can't see," He mouthed and didn't feel at ease as she tensed up at the words. "The doctor's on her way. Will they need to run some tests?"

"Yeah, probably a CT scan and others," She explained as she walked to the other side of the bed, "its Auntie Gabby," She took Violet's other hand, "I'm here too."

"Hi." She said weakly and said, "I'm sorry."

"Oh no, no sweetie you don't have anything to be sorry about," Matt assured her. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I….I…" She stammered out but couldn't finish as her doctor walked into the room.

"Hi Violet, my names Amanda; I'm your doctor. Can I have a look at your head in a special machine?"

"No," Violet pouted, "Not again."

"I know you were scared earlier Violet but we need to make sure your head is getting all better. Your Aunt and Uncle can be with you again.

"When can I go home?"

"We can't bring you home until you're all better," Matt explained, "This test will help Amanda and the other doctor's understand why you can't see."

"I want to see again. Okay I'll go into the machine," She said.

"I'm glad," Amanda smiled, "I'll schedule you in first thing tomorrow morning. Now how about you try and get some sleep for me?"

"Can Aunt Gabby and Uncle Matt stay with me?"

"Of course they can."

"Good," She leaned into Matt and rested her head on his lap and was soon asleep.

Sitting at the kitchen table working on her English essay Eva tapped her fingers nervously on the table, "Why haven't they called yet?" She sighed.

"Eva sweetie, Los Angles is four hours behind us. I hope your aunt and uncle are still sleeping," Laura closed the fridge door and poured some orange juice into a glass.

"I can stay up with Isobel and Nevaeh." She offered, "I'm not going to get back to sleep," She looked at the clock on the wall, it was only six o'clock in the morning but Eva had gotten up and come upstairs around half an hour ago. Her mother had been up with the babies half the night.

"You sure?"

Eva managed to nod her head, although her tears were evident.

"Okay Eva, talk to me. What's going on?" Laura sat down beside her daughter.

"It's nothing," Eva turned away, "You should get some sleep."

"Hey," She reached out and touched her arm, "You're my daughter too and I'm not going to be able to sleep if I know you're upset. This is about Violet right?"

Eva finally turned to look at her mother, "I'm supposed to be the oldest; I saw he had a gun and I let her go," She sniffled, "That's not an adult thing to do."

"No, no Eva," Laura looked her in the eyes, "That was. You saw the gun, what were you thinking when you saw it?" She knew the answer but she knew Eva needed to realize it herself.

"I know guns are dangerous and I didn't want Violet to get hurt now she's even worse though."

"That wasn't your fault. You didn't hurt her you saw the gun and instead of trying to take her back you let her go. If you had tried anything you and Violet both could have gotten shot. You did the grown-up thing. You knew what the car looked like and were able to memorize some of the license plate. That helped the police Eva. You did everything you could."

"Then how come I feel so bad?"

"Because you love her and you're worried about her and that's okay. Is this why you didn't eat anything last night at dinner?"

Eva nodded, "My throat feels like it's collapsing and I can't do anything to stop it. I didn't want to tell you because you were busy with the twins and comforting Diego because of what happened to him. I wanted to help you but I couldn't that's another reason why I'm upset."

"Eva you listen to me; You're becoming a young woman that both your father and I are extremely proud of and you're helping so much with your younger sisters but you need to talk to us. I know its hard when your father's at work, especially now but things will get better. When your sisters are sleeping through the night and last night your brother needed extra attention too but sometimes you're going to need some more attention and that's okay. Now come on lets get you back to bed."

"No I want to stay up with the twins."

"Thankfully they're asleep again and now I want you to try and get some sleep."

"I've been thinking a lot about what Kelly Severide told me back when the babies were in the hospital," Eva began, "I still don't really understand."

Laura remembered Antonio mentioning to her that Kelly had a talk with Eva "I think he; and all of us are glad you want to be treated like an adult but it's not going to come overnight. You're still learning and I'm glad you didn't whine about not getting any attention last night."

Eva smiled a little, "Yeah? But I thought you wanted me to say something," She asked "I'm a little confused."

"Eva, a few months ago and for as long as I can remember whenever you didn't get the attention you wanted you'd get upset and that's never appropriate to have a temper tantrum about. Last night you did the complete opposite you were so quiet and sad but wouldn't talk to me about it. There's a difference between talking and whining and stomping around being angry, do you understand?"

"Yeah I think so. When someone asks I can say I'm feeling anxious and they can help me?"

"Yes."

"Okay," She nodded, "I'll try and talk about it the next time."

"Good. Now how about we both try and get some sleep?

"Okay," Eva stood and hugged her mother and then went downstairs and into her bedroom.

"Alright," A Neurologist sat down behind his desk, "I've gone over the results of both od Violet's CT scans and I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Gabby held back tears as she took Matt's hand in hers "She won't be able to see again?"

"I'm afraid that's a possibility. Now there is a surgery that's available, its risky especially for someone as young as here but it could help?

"What would it involve?" Matt asked.

"Well it's a type of brain surgery. We'd need to go behind her eyes and relieve some of the pressure build up caused by the swelling. If we're able to successfully do that then she'll be able to see again with strong prescription glasses. I'm not going to lie though if one tiny thing goes wrong in the sugary she could loose more then her eyesight, one wrong tick on her brain and there could be a whole lot of serious issues at hand. I want you to talk this over and give each possibility serious thought."

"Right," Gabby agreed, "Is there a chance we can still move her to Chicago? I think, especially now it would be good for all of us to be close to our family."

"Yes, I think I can arrange that. I'll talk to her doctor and see what we can do."

"Thank you."

"Feel free to stay here we'll I go and make the proper arrangements for the transfer," He stood up and left his office closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed Gabby turned to Matt, "What should we do?"

He ran a hand over his face and deeply sighed, "I don't know. I want her to be able to see but that surgery sounds risky. I don't think I can take a chance of something else happening. Lots of people are blind and with accommodation they're fine.

"And know that we could have done something? I don't think I can do that. I know its risky but every surgery has risks. I think maybe we should get more information about it."

"Gabby until we adopt her this is my call. I'm her Uncle!" He snapped and as soon as he said it, he regretted it. "Gabby I-"

'No, no," She swallowed, "You're right, it is your call. You do whatever you want. I think I'm going to go call everyone and update them."

TBC

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