I decided I would try a first person story (Yeah.. it doesn't last), so that's what this is. Also this story is VERY AU, enjoy! Ps Emma is Erin Lindsay.

—Emma POV—

I moved to New York 8 years ago now, met my husband on my second day, got married in the second week, had baby Izzy two years later. Isabelle Lindsay Johnson. Travis always questioned the Lindsay, I was Emma Lisow Johnson.

"Hey Ems." Trav Called as I entered the apartment with Izzy, I wanted kids, he didn't. Izzy was a mistake for him, an amazing thing for me. He tried so many times to get me to abort. I stayed with Nadia for most of the pregnancy, he thought I was ugly, didn't want to be seen with 'a fat, ugly slag' like me. Nadia was a girl I helped get clean during my first year here, she trusted me I trusted her.

"Hey!" I called back. As soon as I rounded the corner into the living room I saw the bottles, the glint in his eye. Oh god. "Iz why don't you go play in your room?"

"Okay." I heard her feet patter away.

"You don't get to decide what my daughter does! Isabelle Johnson come here now!" He shouted. A small figure poked round the corner. "It's about time she gets to see the dirty slut her mother is." He tossed one of the bottles at the wall behind my head, I barely flinched, but Izzy screamed.

He stood up and walked towards me.

"No!" She screamed again. His eyes lit up and one hand reached out for my neck, the other balled up. I glanced to the side to see Izzy close her eyes as the first fist hit, and the second, the third, the fourth. Then next ten, maybe twenty blurred into one massive pain. Every hit his hand grew tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe.

—Isabelle POV—

I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could. I didn't want to be here. I tryed to go but dad wouldn't let me. If felt like ages before he stopped, I only knew he stopped when he pushed me over on his way out. I watched the door slowly shut before standing back up and running to mommy. "Mommy! Wake up! Please!" I felt a tear slide down my face.

"If you try really really hard to wake me up, but I don't, get my phone and call Nadia." Her words ran round me head. I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed her phone off the counter. I did exactly as she had taught me.

"Hey Em what's up?" Nadia asked.

"Nadia?" I asked nervously.

"Izzy? Where's your mom?"

"Dad got really angry and now sshe won't wake up!" I said between sobs.

"Are you Ok?"

"My arm hurts a bit." I said quietly.

"I'm going to hang up and I need you to find the number in mommys phone Called ADA HV okay? And just text her, okay?"

"Okay." I listen to the line go dead before searching the contacts for ADA HV, once I found the number I opened a new message and sent hey. I learned long ago not to question adults.

"Izzy!" I heard Nadia open the door.

"Nadia! Quick!"

"I need you to go pack your suitcase Ok?" I stood up and rushed to my room.

—No ones POV—

"Come on Emma, come on." Said Nadia as she began to check her best friend over for the millionth time. Being a med student really helped. "That's it, open your eyes." She watched as her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. She stroked Emma's hair away from her face and helped her try and sit up.

"Izzy?"

"Is packing her case, I called it. Your going home." She said lowering her back to the floor after noticing some pain. "Let me look." She slowly lifted her top to reveal a range of colours, but little clear skin. "Tell me if it hurts." Nadia began feeling her way down the ribs until Emma gasped making her pause before carrying on. "One cracked rib and a couple more bruised." She said standing up to get her bag. She pulled out some bandages and tightly wrapped her ribs.

—Emma POV—

Yes my ribs hurt, but it was nothing new. I slowly stood and lowered myself back onto the couch.

"Should we call Macpherson?" Nadia asked. MacPherson was my partner and the only other person who knew about Travis. I picked up my phone.

"Hey Em, what's up?" He asked, the mild concern in his voice.

"Can you come over?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten." I hung up.

I scrolled through my phone and found the text. "You really text him?" I asked Nadia.

"After Izzy found you on the floor, not breathing? Hell yeah."

ADA HV didn't exist, it was a cover name for Hank Voight. At that moment a text came through from him. What's up kid.

I need help, a new life.

I can sort it, when should I expect you? I looked at Nadia.

"Am I good to drive?"

"Stay at mine tonight, then go in the morning." She said with a sad smile.

Tomorrow.

"Once you finish school, get a spot in Chicago. Stay with us for a bit." I told her as I took her into a hug.

"Deal." Our hug was broken up by a knock at the door. "I'll go let him in then go see Iz, your not aloud to move for a bit Ok?" I nodded.

"Hey Em, what's going on?" Mac asked me once he was in the room.

"He made Izzy watch." I whispered. He sat next to me and I let me head fall onto his shoulder. "I'm going, to Chicago. New name, new life." I said.

"Give me a number, email address, something so I can tell you if he goes dark."

"This number you only use in an absolute emergency." I said pulling up Hanks number and handing him my phone.

"You got it."

Please review and follow this story if your interested (it also makes my day that little bit brighter). I know I have been gone for months but my anxiety kicked into overdrive and I'm just about regaining control. I have already written out this entire story, it's 13 chapters long so I will hopefully post one every weekend. I'm currently writing multiple other stories that will be coming up once they are finished (halstead brothers. Gabby Dawson/Jay Halstead. And Brettonio.).