Peter and Neal were just finishing up a case. Neal was complaining about having to do the report after they finished the case, but Peter was having none of that at all. Peter hated when Neal acted like a baby, just because of he did not want to write things out.
A young, tall, underweight, casually dressed, girl walked into the bureau. She had blonde hair that was pretty short, it fell just blow her ears and her bangs just above the iris of her large round light green eyes. Her green eyes swept across the room, soon finding Peter, and because she was told he would help her, she wanted to talk with him, and only him.
Her long legs carried her up the stairs and right to Peter's office. Her lightly brown sun kissed hand reached out and knocked gently onto the wooden door. Both Neal and Peter jumped and looked over at the girl; Peter waved her in. Her heart shaped face matched perfectly, with her full puffy lips, shined in the light as she walked into the office, "Peter Burke?" She spoke with her warm, sweet honey soothing voice. Her long legs were covered in a part of skinny blue jeans, shifted from one side to the other.
Peter's brown eyes swept over the young girl, as he stood up to greet her, "I am Peter. Who are you?" He asked walking around the table to where the girl was. He watched her as she shifted once again.
She pulled on her Nickelback Dark Horse t-shirt that covered her small chest. She swallowed a little hard and looked up at Peter, "My name is Aimee. I have a problem. My foster family is pocketing my siblings and my money. It's about four-thousand, each month. We never have food, or clean clothes; I work to get money for us. This has been going on since we moved in over four months ago. We have not seen any of that Sixteen-thousand dollars. The money I make goes to putting food into my little brother and baby sister's mouth. My brother's shoes are blown out; my little sister is growing out of all her clothes. I can't allow them to be raised like this." She said with honey to dripping from her voice.
Neal was now standing up, "Your foster parents are stealing money from you and your family, and making you work from them? That is so wrong. They are supposed to care for you, not use you." He said with slight angry dripping from his own voice. The normally sweet charming man now had an angry glare on his face; his blue eyes were filled with blazing fire.
Peter was angry as well, but Neal was the one that was angrier. After Neal's outburst Peter sent him out to get Aimee a soda, and sandwich. The young lady seemed like she was in need of something to drink, as well as eat; this girl looked half-starved! She was way too skinny and Peter did not like seeing a young girl like this. After Peter got Aimee to sit down, he sat on the desk and looked into the teenager's bright emerald green eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, besides Neal of course.
Aimee sat down looking at Peter, she was scared of him really, as well as frightened of the blue eyed man that was in the office just minutes before. What petrified her the most was her adopted father or mother would find out that she had betrayed them, and exposed what they were doing with the finances that were too be spend on bills for the children.
Peter quickly had seen the terror that was filling the emerald green eyes of this young child in front of him. Peter could tell there was something else that was disturbing Aimee. It was something else that was troubling her and Peter wanted to know what it was, "Ok, we need some prove of where the money is going, so I will set something up. Now you have to tell me; is there something else going on?" He asked watching the girl carefully. He did not want to know really because he was fearing the worst, when he seen the poor kid looking at her hands as two hot salty tears slide down the left side of her soft sun kissed face. Peter watched seeing another tear began to fall, caressing the right cheek of her face this time. Peter reached out this time and let his finger gently wipe the hot tear off her warm face. He hated seeing a girl cry; it was so hard to watch a girl's face turning red, because of the tears pouring down. Peter never knew what to do, but it seemed like he would have to find out soon, because this child looked as if she was going to be in the need of a shoulder in just a minute.
The young girl was about to speak, when the handsome CI came strolling in the door with a coke in one hand and a foot long subway sandwich in the other. "Ok, I got the pretty little lady, a coke, Chicken bacon ranch, sandwich, with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, pickles, American cheese, and light mayo." Neal said handing the sandwich over to Aimee, and popped open the drink for her, "I really did not know what to get you, but the red hair behind the counter working there, helped me out with picking it out." Neal said sitting down and that was when he first noticed the tears in the green eyes of the blonde girl. Neal got down and touched her cheek. "Hey what's wrong sweetie?" He asked.
Aimee looked at Neal and sniffled lightly, "Okay, Okay," She said rubbing her hands on her pants, "My father has a weird way of punishment my siblings and me." She said looking at Neal.; taking a deep breath and then looked at Peter, "He burns us with cigarettes, if we do wrong. I try to take most the punishments for my brother and sister, but he doesn't let me all the time, but most the time, he doesn't care if I do take it." She said looking at the ground now, and took another deep breath. This girl had no idea what she was doing really. She was scared of people, so she did not know why she was telling these guys about her nightmare. Her nightmare she held within herself for months and had not told a soul, until now.
Neal was now more heated than he had ever been in a long time. This poor child was being put through a hell, and no one was checking in on the kids, or even caring a little bit. Neal wanted to help this girl more than anything, but could he help? Could he make this all better?