After rocking the boat. Tagged

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

P-P-P Poker Face Henry 'Hank' Voight ❥ In the Ambulance: Sharon was loaded into a second ambulance and when her father insisted on going with, she knew there was going to be a long discussion in the ambulance on the way there. She had wanted to refuse treatment but couldn't. She felt terrible and just wanted this to be over with. Not only had she shot someone, she had shot a federal agent. That was going to stay with her, whether her dad realized that or not. She felt bad for the guy. Sharon remembered him from the gun range. He had been trying to get her to shoot. It had taken someone spooking her for her to pull the trigger. The medic worked as Sharon laid down. Her head was honestly throbbing and a headache was starting. The woman looked to the Sergeant to her right and sighed. She had to remember she was Allison and not Sharon at the moment, so she just kept her mouth shut. Her hands were cuffed to the side of the gurney as was customary for those under arrest who were under treatment. It was so she didn't "run" and honestly she might have tried it anyway, regardless. Right now she wanted to be safe and she wanted answers. Too many questions not enough answers and now they had a big mess. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS♚

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

There was no way Sharon was going on her own, despite Debra’s assurances that she would be okay he wanted to make sure of that himself. He watched as she was loaded in before he followed and took a seat as he watched the medic worked. He could see her hands cuffed to the side of the gurney but he had to remind himself that this was Allison and not Sharon as he tried to hide the look of concern from his face. If there was anything more difficult he wasn’t sure what that would be as he glanced toward Sharon not entirely sure where to start with things.

“So Allison...” He started as he took a breath and leaned back against the wall of the ambulance. “Do you want to give me your version of what happened today? How did this all start and why did you shoot?” He asked as he really wanted to know how she had managed to even pull the trigger on anyone given she didn’t seem able to do that previously. It wasn’t an easy thing to do and he understood how it stayed with people, there wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t remember the lives and shots he had taken. Hank was already assuming it was all the FBI’s fault, after all the three letters he had never gotten on with until Debra and now, well things had just become a little more complicated.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

Sharon wasn't fighting the cuffs; she knew that she wasn't really under arrest only her alias. This wasn't exactly something she had planned but she was prety good about rolling with the punches. That was until her dad opened his mouth to talk to Allison. Right she had to make something up.

"It was self defense" she barked. Hank wasn't going to get the full story until Allison was out of the picture and it was Sharon. "And I have the right to a lawyer" she stated. She knew those were words that her dad hated to hear; but those were the words he was going to get until she could feel at ease to talk about him. This medic wasn't read into the operation either. Sharon knew that.

Sharon tried to move away as an IV was inserted but it was to no avail, the medic got their way. Sharon didn't stop squirming for a few minutes yanking at the arm that had the iv. Not like it was going anywhere with her cuffed but she wasn't happy about it. This was the exact reason that she hated ambulances.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

For a moment Hank forgot that Allison couldnt give him the entire story. Sometimes he wished things could be simple and this wasn’t simple at all. He was talking to his daughter as Allison, a daughter who he had seen not be able to shoot anyone and yet all the evidence and even her word said that she had done the very thing he thought her incapable of. It left him with one conclusion, Thomas did something to her and that was final, the FBI had screwed up he was sure of it.

Then came those words, the words that no cop ever wanted to hear because it meant that things were all over. Lawyer, the very people that made his list of most hated despite the fact that he liked the DA or more than liked but still in general they were on his list. He found himself fighting back a stern glare toward her, surely she knew better he thought than to ask for a lawyer but then again he was trying to work out where Allison started and Sharon ended. He watched as she tried to move away from the IV.

The medic managed to get it though which he was glad of though he watched as Sharon kept squirming. He could see she wasn’t happy about it as he leaned over and pretended to make sure the cuffs were fastened on her tightly. “It’ll be okay.” He mumbled to her so the medic wouldnt hear. He held her hand for a brief moment when the medic turned away before let go and sat back against the wall. “Lawyers cant get you of out this one, the guy was FBI. It’s out of Chicago PD’s hands now.” He said more for effect but it did depend on Debra and what she wanted to do about the entire thing.

It could easily turn out badly for Sharon and he was sure that Thomas would live because the man had answers to give. No one was going to die before he had them and even if he had to bring the guy back to get them he would do. He half hoped that medic would be a pain in the butt for the agent but then again it wasn’t like he would be able to see. Honestly he had little to do other than sit back and wait to see what he could find out at the right moment.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

At the hospital:

It wasn't until the nurses and everyone left that Sharon felt she could talk as herself. Allison hadn't said much else beyond what she had said earlier. "Sorry I was being difficult. What's on and off record.. it matters to make this work" she said as she mumbled something to herself in Italian. It sounded like she was trying to keep the calm in her voice. "I got scared. This random guy came on the boat. I didn't know he was read into the operation. He never identified himself. I called Debra. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't risk getting a hold of you. I knew he was FBI. I met him the other day at the gun range but I didn't realize that until after he was on the ground." It all just kind of spilled out. "He didn't do anything wrong. He was supposed to be there and I didn't know it.I just got scared" she was 30 years old and scared out of her mind.

They had removed the cuffs after the FBI had said it was okay. Even though "Allison" was still under arrest. They were more for show coming into the hospital than thinking she was going to run. They were waiting on Sharon's test results to come back. Sharon didn't care she was supposed to be in the hospital bed, she got out and wrapped her arms around Hank and buried her head. She wanted to say this was why she didn't shoot people, but she was too upset to make amusing comments like that. She just let her mind go as she held onto her dad. Right now she felt safe, that was all that mattered right now.

After a few moments she lifted her head that was stained with tears she had been trying to fight back. "I need to go talk to him. I need to see for myself that he's going to be okay" her eyes showed genuine concern for the agent she had shot. He wasn't really a friend but he was the closest aquaintance she had outside of her family. And honestly she didn't hate the guy and she was worried. Something Victoria wasn't used to was worrying over someone she barely knew. What was going on?

They sent in an FBI agent who was trained as a nurse and was UC. She came into let them know what was going on. "This is a mild concussion. You got lucky. I'm going to get the release paperwork started; just take it easy the next few days. Even still she needs to be under constant supervision for the next 24 hours but it is okay to sleep" she added. The woman set the prescription for the pain meds on the counter. They were standard prescription strength ibuprofen with the instructions attached. Sharon seemingly ignored them.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Hank waited patiently as Sharon was seen by what felt like every nurse and doctors. Okay so it was a slight over exaggeration but standing and acting as if the woman was just any other was the toughest thing he had to do. To not pester everyone for answers any chance he got because to a suspect and a cop that would have been above and beyond and nothing about it had to be above anything. The minute she spoke he nodded, “I know, don’t worry I know.” He said knowing it had to be that way for the case and to keep her as far away from things as possible.

He didnt speak Italian though he could see whatever it was kept her calm. Then came the information he wanted to know, how any of it had happened. “You didnt know who he was?” He asked furrowing his brow as he pulled out his phone and placed it next to her. “I texted you and Agent Jackson.” He said though none of that really mattered now anyway. What had been done was done though he wanted to scream at the agent for not identifying himself first although given the text he sent the man probably didnt think he had to.

“It’s alright, you’ve done nothing wrong it was just an accident.” He said as he hugged her the moment she wrapped her arms around him. “It’s all okay, not your fault at all.” He said having a funny feeling it was his but then the FBI agent was alive so really no harm he thought though the man should have identified himself. That blame he wouldnt take at all. Hank was about to tell her to get back into her bed but he was too happy that she was there and alive given what he had thought on the way over there.

Hank nodded as she said she wanted to see him, he might have tried to argue but he had seen how well that went before. “Are you sure you want to? I mean it might not be the best thing.” He said not knowing how the agent would take it as he reached up to wipe her eyes of the tears. He could say for himself that having someone shoot him he wouldn’t exactly be pleased to see them a second time but it wasn’t a normal set of circumstances. Then as the nurse came in Hank smiled, he was relieved to know that she was okay as he nodded.

“I’ll supervise and she wont be doing anything other than resting.” He stated giving Sharon a ‘try me’ look that said about as much as the nurse had. There was no way he was letting her out of his sight. Supervised meant supervised as he went to hug her again glad that despite a concussion that was it. “Cher, everything okay?” He said motioning to the ibuprofen.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

Her dad's reassurances that he knew she was sorry for throwing a wrench into the works were helpful. Though she didn't want to admit any of that. Just holding him she buried her head in his neck. Right now she felt very over emotional. She knew that she needed to calm down. The Italian helped, it was something her mom had used to repeat to her as she held her. The fact she had even pulled the trigger on a person, stood against anything that she tried to embody.

When Hank looked puzzled she handed him her phone which showed her last text from her dad had been the day before. Though she hardly left his shoulder in doing so. It was clear that Sharon was feeling vulnerable and upset with everything. Now that she didn't have to have the front of being Allison. She saw her dad's phone and groaned. Picking it up she pointed to the top of the text message. 'Message undeliverable, retry?' was listed in the message to her, but the one to Jackson had gone through. What was done was done,it wasn't like the text message was going to change it.

Sharon shook her head. "I pulled the trigger; that makes it my fault." Her reasoning was her own. She wasn't going to believe otherwise, her voice had that stubborn streak in it. Sharon felt that lump in her throat. The one that made her sick to the pit of her stomach and her head was throbbing still.

When he then questioned her, all she could do was nod. "I'm sure" she added to make sure that it came across clearly. "The least I can do is apologize" she added. She clearly was unable to hide the tears, feeling them wiped away she wasn't sure how to handle everything. Right now nothing made sense after pulling the trigger on a person.

When Hank made a point to sound like a father would and even give her that fatherly look, it was all she could do to just give in for once. Normally, she was fight against him but right now she was in no mood and she was too tired to start an argument. "Define okay" she retorted when he asked if everything was okay. When he pointed out the ibuprofen she simply shook her head. "I don't want medication for a headache that will eventually go away" she hated taking medication even the meds she was supposed to take everyday.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Hank still couldnt understand exactly what had happened and what had caused her to pull the trigger but he was thankful her aim hadn’t improved any. Telling the FBI that would probably not go down too well but then again the guy was alive, what more did they want he thought as he held Sharon determined that nothing would happen to her or bother her. How could a well planned operation go so wrong he wondered as he still blamed the FBI for it, they were the ones who were working with him and so their fault it had to be.

As she handed him her phone Hank looked to see the text he had sent the day before. That couldn’t be right he thought until he heard her groan and point to the top of the text. ‘Message undeliverable’? When did that happen he wondered before he realised by not getting his message she had no idea what was going to be happening. “Sharon I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” He blurted as he watched her shake her head. This wasn’t her fault that much he knew, he was to blame for her being scared and also shooting someone.

“It’s my fault; I practically left you on that boat without any warning.” He stated suddenly thankful that Jackson had lived and also that Sharon was off the boat. He felt sick to his stomach for what had happened, a simply tech failure and he almost had Sharon killed in the proceeds of trying to save her. If anyone should have been shot it was him as he wasn’t sure what to say to her visiting the FBI agent. “It isn’t your fault Sharon, it’s mine and you don’t apologise for anything. He scared you, this isn’t your fault at all. But if it’s what you want to do then okay.” He stated firmly deciding that if the agent hadn’t scared her then he might not have managed to get shot in the first place.

“Okay as in, alive, angry or mad or what level of okay.” He said not entirely sure what okay meant to him at that point. “It will go away faster if you take it; I just don’t want you to be in pain of any sort. Not for this and not ever.” He said deciding that he would make an argument if she didn’t take it but then really given she was alive in the scheme of things it was probably a small thing.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

Right now the only person she trusted was here in the room with her. Trust was very hard for Sharon. Though she couldn't think of herself as someone capable of shooting anyone. In fact part of her wanted to just shove her gun away and never see it again; but she knew better than that. Sighing she just laid on her dad's shoulder. Cher was silent but she wasn't really sure what to say right now. Nothing could make it better. Only time.

When her dad apologized she glared. "Don't apologize for technical difficulties." She didn't point it out so he would blame himself. She wanted him to know that it wasn't anybodies fault. It was Sharon who should have recognized his face. "I should have known who he was. We met last week at the shooting range." She decided to clue her dad in on the fact that she already knew the guy was a federal agent. "I didn't take time to stop and think about what I was doing. I just reacted."

"It's what I am going to do" her voice showed that she had already made up her mind and there was no sense in trying to get her change it. She managed to wiggle her way out of her dad's arms. Taking a few deep breaths she knew she had to do this. Hanging around here wasn't going to accomplish anything. It was clear she wasn't 100% but at least the room wasn't spinning anymore at least.

"It doesn't make the pain go away, it just masks it. I'd rather not put any drugs in my system" she was one of those people that wouldn't take something unless it was practically necessary, like her daily medication. Though that was another matter entirely. Avoiding the answering what kind of okay, she was silent for a moment. With that she moved out of the room. Stopping only at the nurses station to get the room number for Jackson. Once she had it she slowly padded to his room, she lightly tapped on the door before moving into the room.

"Agent Jackson. I know anything I have to say probably won't mean much right about now." She took a deep breathe. No telling him that he had scared her was probably not the way to handle things. "Though for what it's worth, I came to apologise and I wish that I could take it back" she didn't dare go farther than the doorway. Hearing the nurses talking about dosing Thomas with something, she got wise to what was going on. Though she knew it wasn't a pain killer for the pain. She also told no one. When the nurse tried to get by Sharon moved and blocked her. Sharon began to fight with the nurse. Thomas was suffering from a gunshot wound he didn't need something like arsenic in his system. The next thing she knew she was blocking the woman from injecting the agent by trying to wrestle it from her. Though Sharon was definitely weaker from her own incident and ended up with the needle lodged in her side. The brunette was spilled on the floor as the nurse turned to flee from the room. Her breathing was shallow but she was still awake for now.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Hank stayed still as he held her, what was there to say after someone had been shot and what could he say to her to make things any better. Even if he wished it he couldnt go back and change any of what had happened for her and now knowing it was his fault. Oh he was getting a new phone, one that worked and one that he could understand. It was the last time he listened to anyone else when it came to his tech, it was his fault for not warning her and now an agent was shot and Sharon had done it.

“I should have seen it, I should have known.” He said not sure if dinosaur was an accurate word for him when it came to anything with the letter I before its actual name. As he listened and she explained they had met before he wondered about things, she knew he was an agent when she shot him? IA would eat her alive for that one he thought deciding that now probably wasn’t the right time to start that conversation. “Hey it’s what any cop would have done, you don’t always have time to think.” He said knowing she had done the right thing with the information she had.
A stranger going onto the boat, he would have shot them too had he not known especially if they were armed and didn’t identify themselves.

She was back to being her stubborn self as Hank knew there was no changing her mind on the whole visiting Thomas thing. Hank simply nodded, he understood but he guessed that his being there would just make things worse as he listened to her speak about the pain. “Okay but if it gets worse your back in bed and taking the meds.” He stated firmly, he now knew about her medication and though he understood not wanting to add more from his view he was trying to help make the pain go away as best he knew how. Hank stood and waited deciding that it was best to give her space.

Thomas was simply waiting, he had practically refused every sort of painkiller and medication though the minute any nurse looked at his chart they understood why. He knew life hurt but getting shot by the person you were trying to help, that hurt a lot worse he thought as he glanced over to see who was at the door. He was surprised to see Sharon there, if anything he thought that the over protective parent would have stopped her though he gave her a chance to speak. He was glad that she wasnt badly hurt as given she was standing there was a good thing.

“Not your fault, it’s an accident besides im glad you’re okay.” He said not too clued up onto what was going on at all. He was waiting for IA and probably a whole load of other issues though before he knew what was happening someone was talking about painkillers. Yes for the thousandth time, no painkillers he almost screamed though as Sharon began to fight with the nurse he pushed himself up and out of the bed he was in. He couldnt do much as everything felt like jelly to him as the adrenalin had worn off but by that point it was too late.

Sharon was wrestling a nurse and a needle was suddenly in the woman’s side. “Hey stop that nurse!” Thomas screamed as he dropped down to Sharon’s side. Without thinking he pulled the needle from her side as he tossed it away from her as he tried to pick her up from the floor no matter how much it hurt. At the end of the day he was still supposed to protect her and yeah like that was going well. “What the hell were you thinking! Are you okay, what do you feel?” He half asked and half yelled as he motioned for a doctor to get into things as well. “Just stay awake with me and it will be fine.” He said having no idea what was in the syringe to start with.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

Hank had tried to stop Sharon, but there were somethings that couldn't be stopped. One was trying to stop her from wronging a right. She heard him say it wasn't her fault; but she knew that it was. It wasn't like the gun pulled the trigger on itself. Though arguing with a fed when he was giving her an out? Probably not the smartest idea. Though she had been known for dumber things.

Sharon didn't realize what was happening. The next thing that she registered was Thomas asking if she was okay. There were a few medications that caused an allergic reaction in Sharon and whatever pain killer was mixed into the syringe had done the trick. "ketorolac allergy" she mused out as she leanead against Thomas "Can't breathe" she was fumbling out. She was awake for now but that pain killer would knock anyone out to sleep.

The doctor gave her an injection of epinephrine as he worked on getting her breathing under control. Sharon was sleepy but was fighting going to sleep as best she could though the room was spinning. Sighing she rolled her head over and tried to argue with Thomas. "Get back bed. You are shot, stitches" she reminded him though not realizing she was leaning on him. That didn't even register. One of the nurses went to go inform Voight of what had happened. Sharon didn't catch that by any stretch. Sharon was passed off to the doctor's and onto another gurney once they got one into the room. They insisted on taking Sharon back to her room to recover. Sharon didn't want to go anywhere, she hadn't said everything that had needed to be said..

Thomas Voight Henry 'Hank' Voight

[Thomas Voight]

Thomas had no idea what to do as he yelled for help of some kind. He didnt care if he hurt or shouldn’t be out of bed as he tried to let the doctor work without panicking too much. He had no idea what had been in the syringe or what it was doing until Sharon spoke. “Stay with me Sharon...” He said as he repeated Ketorolac allergy to every medical professional in sight. “Slow breaths and it’ll be fine, relax.” He said trying his best to sound calm though given he’d heard the words ‘cant breathe’ panic was pretty much allowed he thought.

Keeping out of the way as best he could Thomas watched the doctor inject her with epinephrine. He knew minimal first aid and so anything more than a plaster was going to have him dialling 911. Thomas rolled his eyes as she started arguing with him, honestly had they not argued enough on the docks for her he thought as he shook his head. “No I wont and I’m fine. Its you Im worried about.” He stated not sure he was going to do well in arguing with a half passed out person, as he heard one of the nurses was going to inform Voight. Oh this was the end of his days he thought as Sharon was passed off onto the gurney.

Thomas followed Sharon and the doctor back to her room deciding that obviously protective detail wasn’t quite finished with. Before he had even gotten a foot through the door Voight appeared out of nowhere and slammed him back into the wall. Thomas groaned as he slid down the wall deciding that getting up and getting hit again was probably going to be a little too painful even for him. Hank yelled a whole lot of things at the agent as he pointed to Sharon lying in her bed. Thomas could barely keep up with Hank’s yelling until the man practically picked him up from the floor and shoved him again making sure to get his shoulder.

“Hey, she fought that nurse I didnt ask her to!” Thomas yelled back before deciding that getting into more trouble was not the way to go. “Look whoever it is still wants her dead so she needs protection... give me your back up weapon.” He told Hank who simply seemed to consider what Thomas was asking. “Anything happens to her again and I’ll make sure you die first.” Hank snapped before handing over his back up weapon to Thomas and motioning for him to go into Sharon’s room.

Hank wasnt a fan of Thomas at all but given the situation he was the one who knew what was going on. It was an uneasy truce to come to, one that he made sure he was clear that if anything happened to Sharon, Thomas was gone. It was slightly awkward as Thomas entered her room as he tried to roll his shoulder a little but it did little for the pain as he took a seat in the corner. He could see the blood making a mark on his tshirt he had managed to get hold of in the hospital but he didnt care.

He still had a job to do and where he sat he could still see anyone who came and went but he would only be seen after Hank. Hank took a seat next to Sharon’s bed wanting to yell at her for being so foolish. He couldnt help but stare at her and wait for her to wake up or for the drugs to wear off. Twice he could have lost and where would he have been then. Taking on the entire Mafia without a care in the world.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

“Stay with me Sharon...” She heard his voice. "No I want to go running" she fumbled out in breathes. Okay this wasn't the place for sarcasm. He was going to pull his stitches and she didn't want that. She took a few deep breathes and laid on her side as it was easier to breathe, she was still semi conscious. Though she didn't give up. "You need to look after you." She wanted to say she had been through worse, because she had. Her ex husband had used to beat her into the hospital so often that this was just a speed bump.

Sharon was moved onto the gurney and back to her room. She heard her dad yelling but she couldn't get up because the breathing machine. Pulling the mask off her face she weakily told the both of them to knock it off. Though it caused her to try and cough so she could breathe again. The woman was clearly not caring about herself as she tried to split the two up, though every motion was so weak. Damn it she was hooked up to an iv line too. She barely sat up though she was too dizzy she laid back down and closed her eyes.

Great now the both of them were in her room and one of them still needed to be in recovery. Well that had not gone according to plan at all. One of the nurses noticed that Thomas had busted a stitch and came over to mend the situation. The other came in to monitor Sharon's vitals and put her oxygen mask back over her face. Well at least she wasn't in any pain?

"It's possible when she wakes up she will feel sick to her stomach. Nausea is perfectly normal, and it's better to just let it run its course than put anything else in her system." The nurse didn't speak to the foolish maneuver of Sharon's actions. That wasn't her place. Though she was going to make sure the nurse who injected her in the side was going to get in trouble. No one realized there was arsenic in her system yet.

Sharon started convulsing and the nurse called the doctor's in. "This is not an allergic reaction to whatever was in that needle." She did what she could for the convulsions immediately but they were going to have to find the cause. Drawing blood for testing the nurse disappeared once things were under control. Sharon also was taken for another CT scan. Though when she came back she was put on a machine for blood dialysis. The yellow color on her face had already started showing. The doctor explained about cleaning her blood from taking a needle full of arsenic to Hank, with Thomas in ear shot." It was pain killer laced with arsenic." He explained.

A few hours later...

The dialysis exhausted Sharon but she was woke up while the machine was still running. Because of the allergic reaction to the painkiller know one had guessed at the arsenic right away. She felt like crap but she managed to sit up. Though she felt like puking and her head felt heavy so she leaned back down on the bed. "Daddy, it's not his fault" those were the first words that came out of her mouth. Yes, she woke up and came to Jackson's defense. "I knew what was in it, I'm not going to let someone die trying to protect me. My past isn't his battle to fight. Allison Kempwood died of a brain hematoma. Victoria Palmazio died on that boat but they know the FBI survived. I don't know how but they know. The nurse I was fighting with, she married to someone under the mob's control. I heard them talking in Italian. They know Victoria is dead but as long as the FBI is here.. it's not safe..." Sharon knew more about the mafia than they knew about her. Mainly because she was safe as Sharon Voight. Her eye color was different at the moment, as was her hair. It had also been cut different. Sharon looked nothing like Victoria. Sharon also knew that Jackson wasn't under his real name at the moment. But his cover had been blown. "This is on me" she added. Her voice sounded weak and groggy but she was making her point rather slowly.

[Henry 'Hank' Voight]

Thomas laughed nervously as he heard her sarcastic reply. “Running, yeah right. I’ll take you round the FBI course and see how you like running.” He replied finding her sarcasm oddly relaxing and refreshing. Then when she started to argue again he guessed she wasn’t about to give up with telling him to look after himself. Honestly, he wasn’t the one on the floor struggling to breath he thought though he nodded. “I will if you will look after you and don’t do anything else stupid.” He stated deciding that jumping in front of a syringe was pretty insane thing to do.

Hank could only stare at her and wish that she would be okay. Fighting was wrong he knew that but this was Sharon’s life, his daughters life he was trying to protect. Had he even considered for one moment that her visiting the agents room would have her back in a hospital bed he would have gone with her. The biggest threat he thought would be Thomas being annoying but yet again it turned out he had done the wrong thing as he sat there trying not to think about what else could go wrong that day still.

Listening to the nurse Hank nodded, suck and nausea and run it course. Well that was going to be fun he thought wondering how Sharon was going to react. He was about to reply to the nurse when Sharon started convulsing. He saw Thomas jump up from his seat as Hank moved back to let the doctor work. It was all getting too much as Hank paced the room as he waited for Sharon to get another CT scan. He was surprised when she came back to see the new machine and the yellow colour on her face.

“Arsenic, will she be okay after this?” He asked the doctor as he glanced toward Thomas who seemed genuinely concerned about her. His head was spinning as he glared at Thomas and saw the man sit back down sharply as he took his seat again next to Sharon’s bedside. The hours passed and not one word was uttered between the two men, silence was all they had because Hank was too tired and worried to argue anymore and Thomas, well he knew better than to start anything after being shot by one Voight already that day.

“Cher, what do you mean?” Hank asked relieved to finally hear her voice though he was annoyed it was for Jacksons defence. Hank rolled his eyes as he decided that Jackson in all fairness had sat in her room for the entire time to protect her but still, Hank wasn’t a fan. “You knew and you still did it!” He asked loudly not sure if he was impressed or terrified that she would take such a risk. “It’s his job to protect you Sharon, not yours to protect him.” He stated equally as loudly as he listened.

Thomas stood up and walked over a few steps. “This isn’t your fault, if my covers blown then I cant be here anymore. It’s my fault they came and almost killed you.” He stated looking extremely guilty as he glanced toward Hank. “I’ll go now and get someone else down here within the hour.” He stated as he handed Hank back his gun. Thomas realised that under Voight, Sharon was safe because no one knew of the connection and the other names had been taken care of but his name. Yes, he was the problem and he was removing himself from the situation before he endanger anyone else.

Hank nodded a thanks to Thomas as he took his gun back. “I promised i’d fix this for you Cher, Jackson knew the risks coming in to this.” He said not doubting for one moment that the man hadn’t considered what would happen if it went wrong. It had done but then again this set or circumstances hadn’t even crossed his mind. “This isn’t on you at all Cher, you’ll be safe here I promise you that and I wont leave until you do.” He said knowing that they would have to pry him away if they needed to because there was no way he was leaving her there on his own.

[Sharon "Cher" Voight]

Hank raised his voice and normally Sharon wouldn't flinch. though this time she did. There were tears forming in her words as she heard him snap. “You knew and you still did it! It’s his job to protect you Sharon, not yours to protect him.” She was weak but she used whatever strength she had to scream back. "I don't care if it's his job! This is MY mess!" she laid her head back down as the room spinning while she was screaming and yelling didn't help, but her glare pierced through. The look of wanting to throw something but having nothing in arms reach to do so.

Sharon felt lost, she wasn't going to let an FBI agent go down because of her. Yes, she did something stupid and she would stand here and argue with her dad until the end of time over it. Hospital or not hospital. She wanted to tell her dad to back off but she knew how well that would go over. So she just rolled over the other way and stared at the wall.

It was Thomas' voice that caught her attention. "None of this is your fault. I started on this path the moment I chose to turn my back on certain key people." She reached her hand out to stop Thomas taking hold of his sleeve. "Look at me" she stated as she tugged with about as much strength as she could muster. "Thank you" she whispered softly and quietly.

She had a feeling he wasn't going to go check into another hospital, so she made a note to go check on him when she got out of here. What Hank had to say about that didn't matter. Sharon still needed to have a long talk with Thomas about this whole situation. And quite honestly she didn't trust another agent to come. "I think the CPD can handle it from here." She stated. There was only two people in the FBI she trusted, so she didn't want to muddy the waters anymore.

"I'm still not going to let someone take the fall for something I started." She rolled over and dropped her hand off of Thomas' sleeve and barely turned to face Hank. "This is on me. I'm the one who started all of this." She was beginning to think that she should have just told Debra no when it came to meeting her birth father, it would have spared a lot of people a lot of trouble. But that was in the past, she might have regretted it but then no one else would have gotten hurt. She leaned her head back towards the wall so no one could read her face. No one was going to convince her that this wasn't her fault. She was the one who had pulled the trigger on Jackson, she was the reason he was in the hospital in the first place.

Henry 'Hank' Voight Thomas Voight

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