A/N: Hey guys, I know I haven't updated anything in over a month :[ But, this is my new story, my baby, and my overall favorite. Reviews are appreciated, and I really need some more motivation to write, so if you like it say so, if you hate it, go ahead and say so, and if you have any suggestions, PLEASE! Well, enjoy :]

She didn't care who saw her; she wanted to get away. She couldn't stand being beaten or screamed at any longer. Running through the first open door she could find, she melted into the crowd of people. Coming in, she saw people by the window. They all looked very sad, some were crying. One man in the corner didn't look sad, not even mad. She toyed with the thought of going up to him. Then, she looked at his face. He looked dead. She saw the bottle he was drinking out of; it was the same kind her daddy drank when he got mad. This guy, he even had a gun. She also knew what that was; her daddy sometimes pointed it at Susan, her step mother, before the police took it away. She slowly inched away from the dead man with a gun.

The bartender spotted her and called her behind the counter. The little girl's eyes sparked at a familiar voice. He grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the cooler for the girl He had obviously seen her before, and he pulled out a milkcrate from under the counter for her to sit on. Grabbing a bouncy ball from her pocket, she bounced it up and down on the tile floor, her hazel eyes mesmerized. The ball bounced in the air again, hit a crack, and rolled over to Lindsey. The little girl looked up slowly, fearing the ball had rolled over to the man with the bottle and gun. Then, she saw it had landed with a woman. She had short brown hair and soft brown eyes, but those same eyes showed sadness, like everyone else there. Lindsey picked up the ball, walked over to the girl, and bent down to the girl's height. Bending slowly, as not to scare her, Lindsey handed the orange ball to her and asked the young girl her name. Thinking it through, with her eyes scrunched up in deep thought, she decided and went on her tippy toes and whispered it into Lindsey's ear. She really didn't want to say it, she feared the gun man might shoot her or throw something at her like her daddy did when he drank from that bottle. Lindsey shared a small, sad smile after hearing the girl's name. Waving goodbye and walking back to her table, the girl tugged on her shirt and asked her name. Sharing the information with the girl, Lindsey had suddenly understood. The young mother saw the bruises on the girl's arms and how she was cautious.

By the time Mac entered the bar, everyone was there. The little girl's eyes glossed over in a memory, a memory of her grandfather, her papa. Mac looked similar, but her papa had all white hair. Lindsey pulled Mac to the side and explained about the abused refugee. Even the emotionless Mac Taylor was taken aback by the girl's name. The two collectively decided to take her to the precinct after their drinks. Shortly after Mac had sat down, the girl stared out the window, with a look of panic on her face for all of two seconds. She dashed into the bathroom, as the entire team raced after her. Flack saw the silver BMW come into view shortly after. It was the same car her father had driven, so she fled. She didn't want to go back to him. As the gunshots rang out, she crouched in the stall and prayed he wouldn't find her again, like he had every other time.

A/N: I know its short, but I had to get it in before practice. Still looking for a good title, so any suggestions would be very, very helpful

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