Disclaimer Sadly, I'm not rich enough to own CI or any of its characters, and if I was, I'd probably pay someone to write these fics for me…though I do enjoy writing them. Chapter 2 will be up ASAP! Please read and review, Thanks!

The black and green bruises on her thighs and face pointed towards a rape. The uneven shape of her short nails told a story that involved her attempting to ward off her attacker. Her torn dress and bloody undergarments were witness to the rough-housing she endured for what must have seemed like forever. The tears that stained her cheeks couldn't mask her shame and she knew it. She stood awkwardly in the center of their living room. It was 2 A.M., and why she had chosen her aunt and uncle-of all the people in her life-to run to was far beyond her. Growing up, she spent little time with them, and the time she did spend with them was on rare occasions, usually holidays. Her mother and father passed away when she was just four, and soon after the state shipped her off to New York to live with her grandparents- Mr. and Mrs. Eames. She had never understood the government's way of working. She had never particularly grown close to the Eames, not like her sister had. Her sister became familiar with their related strangers, and had even grown close to Bobby and Alex. Teresa though, she tended to keep to herself more.

And here she was, standing in their living room in the middle of the night, bloody, bruised, crying, and freshly raped. Her eyes darted all around the room, fear of being watched and mocked. She didn't like how invaded she felt, and tried helplessly to cover herself, guarding her torn garments for dear life.

Alex stared at her niece. She had no idea Teresa even know where she and Bobby settled in at night, let alone never figured that she would visit them even if she did. Teresa wasn't a very trusting person-much like Bobby-and rarely went to anyone with her problems. She looked back down at the shaky body before her. Reality was hard to grasp. How could her niece, her hard-shelled 'I'll make you cry if you even look at me the wrong way' niece, have been tortured? It killed her to know that some overly excited bastard had ripped her niece's security right from under her feet. Anger boiled and flooded her face, and her dainty hands clenched into a weapon. She wanted to kill the bastard who made her niece cry, who made her niece shake, her made her niece ashamed to be alive. She stopped herself, gaining another glance at Teresa. Anger was far from what Teresa needed at the moment, and she wasn't going to make Teresa feel even more uncomfortable than she already did.

"We should get a rape kit done on you"

"I… I've already done that" Teresa's swollen lip quivered. Memories of being interrogated by the doctor, of being viewed so openly by the doctor, frightened her, made her want to lie down and die. Her pale face told her aunt and uncle that waves of nausea crept up on her. She tilted her head facing down and Bobby gentled nudged the garbage can her way, a gut feeling telling him she wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom. Turning so as not to face her aunt and uncle, she let loose, breaking down in sobs while the vomit escaped her lips, leaving a sour taste and foul scent on her breath. She didn't notice when the blood between her slender legs completely drenched her undergarments and then dared to slide down thighs in multiple drops.

"Didn't the hospital clean you up?" Alex looked concernedly at her niece and attempted to near her.

Teresa backed herself into the way. Falteringly, she nodded. She opened her mouth to speak but her vocal chords wouldn't emit any sound.

"Why are you still bloody then?"

Her shoulders shrugged, indicating she had no clue as to why she was still blood-written.

Bobby disappeared into the bedroom he and Alex shared momentarily, and when he returned, he had a button down sports jersey; long enough to sheath Teresa's body from the world, keep her warm, and give her back what little dignity she had. Cautiously, he edged to her and placed the clothing item in the palms of her abused hands. Her green eyes stared up at him, forcing back a pool of tears. She was indeterminate of what her next move should be.

"Teresa… sweetie… let me clean you up" Alex set her palm on the small of her nieces back. She felt every shiver that cultivated down Teresa's spine. "It's okay, I won't hurt you" She eyed the bathroom, hinting at Teresa to walk there.

She looked down the great white hallway, studying it intensely with her tired ocean green eyes, and finally allowed her feet to give in to her aunt's understandable requests. Unsteadily, she circuited herself through the hall, grasping on to the wall for it's assistance to keep her holstered in an upright position. The light switched on when she walked in, meeting her aunt's quicker presence. She had made it. 'One point for me', she thought.

Alex pulled out the rubbing alcohol. She reached for the cotton swabs, grabbing 6 or 7 of the white puffballs. "It's going to sting just a bit" She felt the need to prepare her niece for what lay ahead of her. She squatted down and gently rapped on Teresa's knees, gesturing for her to spread them a bit so that she could sterilize the wounds.

She closed her eyes. She didn't know any other way of preventing her tears from spilling out onto her aunt. Forcing her head to the side, she winced as Alex ran the cool rubbing alcohol over her first and by far the largest wound she had. Alex had lied. It didn't sting "just a bit" it stung A LOT, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take of it.

"Almost done" Alex soothed as she rubbed the last wound over, thoroughly examining her work. She grabbed for the jersey type shirt and began to unbutton it, but Teresa snatched it from her.

"I umm... I can do it" She was hesitant about letting Alex see the rest of her body, and she wondered if she'd remain that way with everyone as long as she existed.

"Okay, I'm going to go call grandma and grandpa to let them know you're here. I won't say anything until you're ready to.

"T…thank you" She stammered her words, eagerly awaiting the moment when Alex would leave her alone in the bathroom. When Alex walked out, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned the lock on the bathroom handle.

10 minutes went by. 10 of the longest minutes of Alex's life. These were the 10 minutes that Teresa kept herself locked up in the bathroom while she altered her appearance, removing her current get up and replacing it with the long jersey. Alex looked at her watch. A sigh of relief escaped her as she heard the "Click" the door to the bathroom made when it reopened. Teresa emerged, sheathed in the protective covering. The top two buttons were missing from the grey with blue stripes jersey, and she clutched at the top, pulling the opening closed.

Alex's eyes were fixated on her. She watched as sweat invited itself about Teresa's body, and threatened to fall to the floor. A dribble of sweat fell from her chin, down to her barely visible chest, and for the first time in-well in ever-Alex noticed that Teresa wasn't the little girl she'd always viewed her as. Teresa was a young woman, a young woman who had been hurt in the ultimate way.