I'm trying something different...Been watching a lot of law and order SVU. I honestly have no idea when I'll update my other stories though...

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"Various bruises, workaholic father, mother wants nothing to do with her, no other siblings, nanny...Sounds like a terrible environment for a ten year old."

The detective flipped through the numerous papers regarding the ten year old girl. His search was momentarily halted when her eyes caught sight of the report the police officer had filled out the day prior. A small chill slithered down his spine, sending an unpleasant discomfort to form in the pit of his stomach. Even the most gruesome of scenes had long since stopped bothering him to this extent. This gave him a more different type of shock. Stilled, he continued to read through the page, having a difficult time in finishing through. Freezing from the last word, his eyes shifted to the phone to his right. Shaky hands continued to dial the contact...

"Her eyes..." His stare was blank, eyes never wavering from the the glass.

"There so, vacant...Nothing, just empty. Never have I seen anything like it, they were just so cold. No emotion just empty."

"Mr. Vega could you please describe the scene when you arrived at the west house."

Bawling his hands into a tight fist he sighed. They were going to treat this like a case, like someone had committed a crime. Yet he knew who did, she confessed. She had told him straight up without any consent, no remorse nothing. His fingers began to shake and he had to take in another deep breath. Exhale...Repeat. Trying to calm the nerves that his profession had long since taught him to control.

"There was no scene. You can't treat this like some case, that little girl needs help. I'm telling you she needs mental help. She's not right. Something is just not right with her."

He eyed the detective writing down various things quickly. He watched through the glass silently. Watching with a fear that hadn't died down since he had met the little girl two days ago. In that room surrounded by bright wall stained with various colors, filled with the simple meanings that should calm any normal child, toys, blankets, children books, puzzles, action figures, stuffed animals - There sat a stoic ten year old girl.

Remembering his own two little girls one not so much older than her, and a young only a year younger. How they laughed, smiled, played and interacted with him. They were so full of life; The complete opposite of what he was staring at. His stomach churned when her eyes flicked to him as if she knew he was staring...That was simply impossible this was a one way glass, only he could see her. He wanted to cry out for this void little girl. Something in her was tipped out of balance, she wasn't like his little girl at home.

His blood ran cold when the detective in the room voice crackled through the speaker asking the same question he had when the girl was in his care.

"Kara didn't do what I asked. She wouldn't give me back the scissors, I was only trying to cut out a drawing so mommy could smile at me." David Vega froze.

Her voice was so dead cold...emotionless. He noticed the detective had stopped his actions also staring at the little girl with shock. The next question was asked with hesitancy, falling carefully through the woman's lips.

"What...Did anything else happen next?"

Without missing a beat the ten year old tilted her head silently, with a small frown. As if observing the woman's mannerisms. The woman withered internally at the stare, keeping her face professional best as she could.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, I kept screaming at her to. She wouldn't give me my scissors back. Kara tried to hit me, she always does. This time I was faster, she was screaming as well. She knows I hate it when she screams. So I shut her up. I used the other pair, my special pair of scissors. I keep them safe in my secret hiding spot."

By now the room was silent. An eerie chill running up the detectives spine. David Vega counted the seconds. The hard hitting silence that engulfed the room. He closed his eyes. Exhale...Deep breath...Exhale. He tried to rid his memory; those eyes.

"Jade...Kara is missing, do...do you know where she is?" The brunette had her nose scrunched up into a frown.

"No she isn't. Were playing hide and seek, I put Kara under daddy's bed so she can count. I told her sorry for hurting her, but she didn't answer. So I told her we can play hide and seek. I told her count ten seconds, she wouldn't close her eyes. So I helped her."

The woman froze, fear clawing through her. She stared, stared at the little girl. Trying to decipher anything. Searching for anything that could put this child in the same category as any normal one. Nothing. Just cold, empty green eyes. She tried to make sense on how such a beautiful color mixed with a vibrant color of blue could look so void.

David Vega shook his head. Trying hard to force the words from his mind...Refusing to believe that she had told him the exact same thing when he had found the nanny under the bed. He wouldn't let himself believe that this little girl had murdered the woman, and not show any signs of trauma. Something was off...

He knew. He knew when those same eyes flicked to his exact location through the one way glass. This little girl was in deep need for help.

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