Tom glanced around the spacious suite Colin had assigned to him and
fought the urge to pace.
He had to keep up the facade that none of this mattered to him.
That it was all just another job.
For all their sake's.
Especially his child's.

Slowly Tom sank down onto the white sofa. He hadn't really allowed
himself to think of the child since he had found out about its
existence.
There had been too much else going on.
Too much at stake.

Now as time was thrust apon him Tom had time to think.
To really think.
As he had told Sloan in the hotel he hadn't considered himself a family
man.
It had just never been an option.
He had never really thought of the future untill he met Sloan.
Now that's all he thought about.

As he thought of Sloan his eyes drifted closed. By agreeing to Colin's
deal he had prevented him from upping Sloan's dosage.
But he still had no idea what kind of drug he had given her or for how
long.
Tom also had no idea what kind of damage it could do or had already done
to his child.
Or Sloan....
Both were far too precious to him to even consider life without.
Tom could only pray that Ed could help them.

Which left Tom the debacle of keeping Ed alive while at the same time
making Colin think Tate was dead.
So Tom could get back to his family.

For the hundredth time Ed wished he could take Sloan to a regular
hospital.
At the moment he would risk loosing her friendship if it gave her and
the baby a better chance to stay alive.
As Tate moved around one of the small labs he had turned into a
makeshift examination room he felt like he was walking through
quicksand.
No matter what he did he didn't seem to be doing it fast enough.

The instant they had arrived back at the University Ed had taken Sloan's
blood to try to determine what drug or poison they had given her.
Now twenty minutes later the computers were still scanning the databanks
with no sign of getting a match.
And on top of that Sloan's blood pressure was dropping dangerously.
If it dropped any farther she'd slip into a coma.
And if that happened Ed didn't know what would happen to the baby.
There was just too many unknowns for him to even begin looking for the
answers.

Tate glanced up from the computer screen as a streophone cup was placed
in his field of vision.
Ed shot Peterson a grateful look as he took the cup of
cappuchino,"Thanks."
"How's she doing?"Ray asked softly as he looked over at Sloan's still
form.
"Not good."Ed replied worriedly,"If I could just figure out what the
hell they gave her I might have a fighting chance of saving her."