A/N; Hey guys! This is the last hurdle for the story, and the last few chapters. I'll be entering the new year with a new story, which hopefully is good news for you all, but I'm hoping you will enjoy the conclusion to this one! Thanks for the support. Enjoy.

"Why the hell did you leave her?" Paul asked, standing with Punk in the hospital corridor. They had the full Chicago PD looking for Harleen and the man who had crashed into AJ, which was clearly who had snatched Harleen. It made sense.

Punk wanted to go out there himself and tear down buildings and roads, just to find his daughter, but AJ also needed him. He really couldn't split himself in half. Paul assured him that all the officers were out looking for Harleen. Sniffer dogs had taken a sniff of her blanket and teddy that was left behind, and were on the sniff out too.

AJ had been taken into emergency surgery, and Punk was waiting on word for how it went. They hadn't told him anything yet, and it had been in an hour.

"Because… I'd just watched AJ's car smash to pieces. I couldn't… I couldn't just stand still." Punk said, just as angry as Paul was.

His heart was beating rapidly at just the thought of his baby girl out in the cold with strangers she didn't know. He'd called Paul immediately and told him to not let Caleb or TJ for that matter, out of his sight, to stay put and stay safe.

"Hold on..." Paul raised his hand to Punk and lifted his ringing phone to his ear whilst Punk paced the corridor.

Punk listened and watched whilst Paul nodded and spoke on the phone, pacing up and down just like Punk.

"They've found Harleen." Paul said whilst hanging up on his phone, watching as Punk rested against the wall, taking a deep breath of thanks and shutting his eyes over. He had never been so relieved in his life, "There isn't a mark on her. She's fine. In fact, she was sleeping when one of the officers found her." Paul said to ease Punks mind, "They found her in a black car, outside of AJ's house." Paul said as Punk just nodded, but suddenly pausing and looking over at Paul.

"What was the registration for the car?" Punk asked as Paul raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think the car was anything to do with who took her. The windows were all smashed in and..."

"What was it… find it out for me." Punk asked as a nurse approached him.

"Mr Brooks. Your wife is in ICU now. Her CT scan showed swelling to the brain. She's also broken her left wrist. She's stable just now, but we'll be keeping her here until we feel she's well enough. We have her on a drip of IV fluids to keep her blood pressure from dropping. We'll be keeping a close eye on her. She's very… very lucky." The nurse nodded to him as he sighed.

"Can I see her?" He asked as the nurse nodded.

"She's just down the corridor, to your left, first room." She said, "I can't tell you when she'll waken. Perhaps and hour or two." She said.

"Ok. Thank you." Punk nodded gratefully as the nurse walked away, "Find me out that registration plate." Punk turned to Paul who had already found out the number for the plate.

"I've got it." Paul said, "AA 881 AD."

"Motherfuckers." Punk grunted, "That's the same registration plate on the car that drove away the night they remaining Albanians got their hands on AJ, and set the house on fire. I remembered it." He said, "Looks like you're little protection programme didn't work. They know I'm here. They know I'm alive, and they're taking everything I love, just like last time, just like I told you!" Punk yelled, "Sort it out!" He shouted as Paul jumped, watching Punk storm away down the corridor.

Punk left Paul with anger. If the Albanians were still after him, it meant the year of being parted from his family was for nothing, and he found himself yet again, being hurt through the pain of those who he loved.

He walked into the room AJ was being kept in, sighing as he seen her, hooked onto a drip, as well as being pumped oxygen into her mouth with a tube. This was exactly why she wanted to leave him. Because she didn't want to be hurt, nor her babies. And this was exactly what had happened. She didn't deserve this. She never did. He felt incredibly guilty.

"I'm so… so sorry, April." He sighed, walking over to her bedside, taking her cool hand in his, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I really didn't." He sighed, "The twins are safe… they… they're with my brother." He said, "I know I promise you I wouldn't let anyone lay another finger on you, or the babies, and I'm sorry… I… I didn't keep my promise. But I swear, I am going to find these people, and I'm going to finish this, and then..." He paused and looked down at her, nodding to himself, "And then I'm going to leave the force. I'll leave the force, and we can be a proper family again. You, me and the twins." He said, pressing a kiss on her head as she lay still.

This was it. He wasn't doing it anymore. AJ and the twins meant more to him than his job, one hundred percent. He was only still with the force because he never had a reason to leave it. Until AJ came along. This was it. Once he found these Albanians, and ended this, he was gone. His badges, his guns, everything was being dropped. AJ and the twins were his focus now.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sean asked after Punk came home from the hospital, watching him run right past him and upstairs where Harleen and Caleb were, fast asleep.

He quickly ran to them, whispering thanks to God he really didn't believe existed, looking over them with a smile, so much ease in him now that he knew they were safe.

He cupped Harleen's cheek, so glad she was safe and with her brother, back to safety.

"Hey!" Sean said, "Get out here." He said in a violent whisper as he watched Punk leave the spare room where the twins were, shutting the door over and facing his brother, "Why is happening?" He asked.

"Is Kerry home?" Punk asked.

"She's on the train just now." Sean nodded.

"Ok… when she gets in, lock the doors. Don't let the twins out of your sight." He asked his brother, "It's all I need you to do."

"Why? What's going on?" Sean asked, following Punk down the stairs.

"You remember those Albanian guys that got me involved with AJ in the first place." Punk said as Sean nodded.

"I thought you got them all. Half of them are dead and the other half in jail." Sean said.

"Yeah, well a few are still out there. One of them crashed into AJ, and then the other took Harleen. AJ is doing well in hospital, and Harleen is safe now, so in my opinion, I have a one up on them." Punk said, "I just need you to stay here, and keep my kids safe, can you do that?" Punk turned around whilst placing a gun in his back pocket.

"Of course I can." Sean nodded, "Can you keep yourself safe? I lost you once. I don't want to lose you again." He said as Punk nodded.

"I'll be fine. I have Paul. He has my back. And practically the full of the Chicago PD." Punk said, "I'm ok."

"I know, but still..." Sean shrugged, "Just be careful." He said as Punk nodded.

"I will be, don't worry."

Paul hadn't left the hospital yet. He'd stayed when Punk had left to go see the twins and get geared up for going out into the streets.

He had wandered his way down to the room AJ was in. She was lying on her back, indeed hooked up to an IV drip as well as having oxygen tubes around her nose and in her mouth. The nurse had told Punk that she hadn't responded all that well to surgery, but she made it through and just, hence the reason she was needing oxygen at the present moment.

Paul stood in the room at the foot of her bed, looking over at her as her chest raised and fell. She had stitches here, there and everywhere, as well as a cast on her wrist that she had broken. It was clear to see she wasn't doing all that well, and this was probably the exact reason she wanted nothing to do with Punk anymore.

He walked over to her bedside, sighing as he placed his hand on her shoulder sympathetically, placing his hand down where the cord was to the IV fluids, taking a pocket knife out of his back pocket, flipping it up and sinfully cutting the cord, where the fluids began to pour out onto the floor, and not through AJ which she was in need of.

He then quickly took the oxygen tube from inside her mouth, letting it hang loose by her bed as he watched her begin to take deep breaths. Breaths she couldn't find, which signalled her monitor in her room to beep out for emergency attendance from a member of staff.

Which was his cue to leave…