"Did you find your next movie yet?"

"Brooke, I'm on page three of the first script."

"So does that mean you're going to read all day instead?"

"Why? What did you have in mind?" Julian looked up from the script he'd been reading for the first time. All Brooke was wearing was black lingerie and a Pink Ladies jacket from Grease 2. As soon as he saw her, the script was the last thing on his mind.

"Grease 2."

"Yeah, I like your idea better. Let me get my T Bird jacket." Julian left the forgotten script on the breakfast bar and disappeared into the bedroom.

Haley knocked and opened the front door. "Hey."

Brooke moved behind the island in the kitchen and pulled the jacket tight around her. "Hi."

"That's a cool jacket. What is that? Grease?" Haley was oblivious to what she'd just walked in on.

"Grease 2 actually."

"Oh, I never saw that."

"Get ready for my grease lightning." Julian returned to the kitchen in a black leather jacket. He froze when he saw Haley.

Haley finally realized what she'd walked in on. "Oh! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry. Speaking of that, I'm pregnant. Don't hate me." The words spilled out quickly. She was out the door before Brooke could respond.

"Congratulations, selfish baby haver!" Brooke called as the door shut behind Haley. Her eyebrows arched as she turned to Julian. "Your grease lighting?"

Julian shrugged. "So Haley's pregnant again."

"Yeah, it's gonna be really good for them. She's been so sad since her mom died. Now they'll have a new baby. I'm really happy for her." Brooke said all the right things. If Julian hadn't known her, he would have believed she meant every word. But, he knew her. He could read her facial expressions. He could look into her hazel eyes and detect untold truths.

Julian saw right through Brooke's act. He knew she was genuinely happy for Haley, but her happiness was overshadowed by jealousy. She would be there for Haley throughout the pregnancy even if it killed her to see her best friend having another child when she couldn't even have one. "A little selfish, though."

Brooke felt a sense of relief. Julian said what she was thinking, but would never say aloud. She wasn't the only one who was jealous. She wasn't a terrible person. She said what she was really thinking, knowing Julian would understand. "Totally selfish. They already have Jamie, and we can't even have one."

"So greedy."

"Maybe we could kidnap this one." The light joke relayed just how badly Brooke wanted a baby. She would never kidnap one, but she would do anything legal to be able to have a child of her own.

"Or maybe you could meet me in the bedroom and I could romance your ovaries some more until they surrender."

"Ovaries isn't very sexy."

"No, I know. I'm gonna change." Haley's announcement had ruined the mood.

Brooke heard someone knocking on the door. She wasn't in the mood for guests. She was drowning in self-pity. She didn't know if she could force herself to put on a happy face. "At least I have pants on this time," she muttered as she crossed the living room to answer the door.

Two uniformed policemen stood on the porch. "Brooke Davis?"

"I was totally joking about the kidnapping thing."

"You're under arrest."

Brooke's eyes widened in shock and horror. "Wait, why? What did I do? Julian! Julian!"

Just when Brooke thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. The police could not have chosen a worse time. They listed off charges. Brooke didn't know what the charges meant. She just knew she hadn't done anything wrong.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"

Brooke held her tongue. There was so much to say. She wanted to proclaim her innocence. She wanted answers to her questions about the charges. She wanted to make the policemen regret the day they showed up on her doorstep. As much as she wanted answers, she wasn't stupid; she would not talk to the police without her lawyer. She nodded to signal that she understood her rights.

The simple nod was the catalyst for the officers to handcuff Brooke. They led her to the back of the squad car. Normally she would have been embarrassed to leave the house wearing a Pink Ladies jacket. Fear took over. It didn't even occur to her to be embarrassed.

The officers led Brooke to a holding cell to wait for her lawyer. This experience was completely different from the last time she was in jail. The last time she'd known what she'd done-stealing clothes that were her stolen designs from Suburban Filth. She'd also been with Peyton and Haley. This time she didn't know what she'd done and she was alone.

Brooke paced back and forth across the small length of the holding cell. It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Even one minute was too long to be in jail for a crime she had not committed. She breathed a sigh of relief when the door connecting the station to the cells opened. She waited expectantly for her lawyer. Her relief was short-lived. It was not her lawyer, but a policeman and a young girl.

Brooke stared at the girl. She was so young. She was petite and skinny. Her small size made her look especially young. She had straight chocolate brown hair that fell about two inches past her shoulders.

"Can I lose the bracelets?" The girl held up her handcuffed wrists. The officer freed her wrists. She breezed by Brooke and took a seat on the bench.

Brooke studied her with mild curiosity. They were both in a holding cell, uncertain what the future held for them. The uncertainty alone was enough to scare Brooke. The young girl before her did not look the least bit scared. Her hazel eyes were clear. Her expression hardened into a stone mask that covered her emotions.

Sarah could feel Brooke's eyes on her. She looked at Brooke. She expected Brooke to look away, but Brooke's eyes bored into hers. The eye contact made Sarah more uncomfortable than the holding cell. She broke eye contact. "Take a picture. It lasts longer."

The rude remark took Brooke by surprise. She realized she knew nothing about this girl. The girl may look young and naïve, but she was anything but. Brooke didn't know what the girl was arrested for or what she was capable of. Brooke stopped staring.

The holding cell was silent. The silence made Brooke uncomfortable. She fought the urge to fill the silence by making conversation.

A policeman approached the cell. Brooke was grateful for his presence. "Hey kid."

The girl's reaction wasn't what Brooke expected. She expected relief at being picked up from jail or even fear at facing her parents after whatever she had done. Instead, the girl simply asked, "What?" Her tone was bored.

"Your foster parents aren't coming. You're stuck here until Social Services opens on Monday morning."

The policeman's words shed light on the girl's behavior. She reminded Brooke of Sam. Sam acted out for the attention she desperately craved but had never gotten. She expected people to give up on her. Even Brooke had almost given up on her. She would never forget the words that caused her to reconsider.

"You didn't come home last night."

"It's not my home. Besides, you said I could come and go as I please, so I left."

"That is not what I meant. I was worried about you." Brooke had searched high and low for the teenager she'd only known a short time. It may not have been long, but Sam had certainly been busy. She'd stolen from Brooke not once, but three times. Sam stole a top from Clothes Over Bros, Brooke's ID and Brooke's wallet. Brooke looked at Sam for any sign of remorse. She found none. "Sam, I can't help you if you're not willing to be helped. Apparently you'd rather eat here than in my kitchen, and you want to sleep in a car instead of my guest room. And I don't know what to do for you. I just don't think this is going to work."

"That's OK. I'm used to people giving up on me. It happens all the time. See that waitress over there? That's my mom. One day I'm gonna tell her who I am and what a big mistake she made. Like I said I'm used to people giving up on me. Thanks anyway." Sam's façade disappeared and the emotions she'd buried deep within tumbled to the surface. Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice was thick with tears.

The memory was bittersweet. Brooke loved Sam as if she was her own daughter. She'd even decided to make it official and adopt Sam, but Sam wanted to live with her "real" mom. Brooke would never be able to be a "real" mom.

Brooke stared at the teenager who had just been told that her foster parents were giving up on her. Unlike Sam, this girl didn't betray any sign of emotion.

"If I can't leave until Monday, can I at least get my book?"

"I'll see what I can do."

The policeman returned a few minutes later. He passed a paperback novel and an iPod to the girl through the bars.

The girl broke into a dimpled smile. "Thanks."

Brooke stared at her incredulously. Not only had she just been told that her foster parents were giving up on her, but she was also stuck in this cell for one day and two nights. "What are you so happy about? You're in jail."

"There are worse places than jail."

Brooke couldn't think of many places worse than jail. She would rather be just about anywhere than here.

Brooke knew not all foster parents provided a loving home. Sam had never gone into detail, but the fact that she would rather sleep in a car than the foster home she ran away from spoke volumes. Still, a car was a far cry from a jail cell. What could be so bad that this girl would rather sleep in jail? Brooke's lawyer arranged for her release before she could find out the answer.

Brooke fled the jail and ran into Julian's waiting arms.

"So your mom's gonna meet you at the store with Millicent. Is there anything I can do?"

"You're doing it right now. Just take me to the store."

Brooke remained in her store after Victoria and Millicent left. They left after telling her they had lied to investors. She wasn't ready to face the world yet. She was still trying to grasp the very real possibility that she could lose her company. Her identity was so closely tied to Clothes Over Bros. If she lost her company, she would lose more than just a store. She would lose herself as well.

Julian came into the store. He always seemed to know when she needed him. He didn't say anything. He just stood by her side. He reached for her hand. It was a reminder that she wasn't alone.

"I could lose the company. I could lose everything."

Julian looked at the woman who could do anything she put her mind to. He'd never seen her so defeated. He hated to see her this way. "Not everything."

"I feel a little weak. I was so scared when I was in jail. There was this young girl in my jail cell. She wasn't scared of anything."

"You were arrested and you didn't even know why. Being scared doesn't make you weak. Facing your fears makes you strong. You are strong, Brooke Davis."