This is the first fanfiction I have ever written. I just got this idea one day and... dang I am bad at writing author notes. Oh it takes place after new moon and goes on from there.

* I am rewriting this story for those who had been reading this.

Ok. Here I go.

*Z*

As Chief Swan walked onto the crime scene he knew it was going to be different than so many others. He walked past the sheet covering the body and over to one of his partners.

"What happened here?" He asked. I was very unusual for some one to be walked around at this time of night, not to mention in such a remote area. Such a thing hadn't took place in almost two years.

"The witness won't talked, but it seems like the man was shot at a close range. There is no ID on him or the girl." This puzzled the Chief. There was only one body and no one else was in the other than his team and the CSI.

"She's in my police car. The woman that called us said she found her outside her house a mile away. She hasn't given us a good idea of what went down or a clue of who she was. All we know is that the victim was her father." Chief Swan felt a pained surge through his chest as he thought about the girl and how this could of been his Bella.

"A witness care officer is talking to her now. You could go see her if you like." Officer Marshall said as he pointed to his car. True to his words, there was a young women squatting in the in the open door of the car seemingly talking to someone.

He began walking over to the car. As he approached it he saw what seemed like a child sitting in the front seat. When he got closer his thoughts were confirmed. It was indeed a child, no older than four.

She looked up at him with wide Hazel eyes full of fear. Her matted curls clung to her face because of the rain and her clothes seemed to be worn and years old.

The care officer looked up at him. "She's in shock. I've been trying to talk to her for the last 30 minutes an nothing seems to be working." She said. The girl continued to stare at the Chief as he nealed down in front of her.

"Let me try." He said. The woman raised he hands in defeat with a huff.

"Hi, I'm Chief Swan, but you can call me Charlie. What's your name?" He said this the friendliest he could. Trying to recall how he acted when Bella was this age.

She just looked at him confused and raised her fingers to her mouth. She started to suck on her index finger and mumbled.

"Daddy towded me not to tawk to stwangers." That was a start. Charlie thought.

"Well, I'm not a stranger. I'm not going to hurt you. Plus, you know my name."

She paused for a while, not even blinking as she seemed to register it.

"Zywia." Charlie nodded with a smile.

"Can you tell my how old you are?" There was another pause before she held up three fingers tentatively.

"Well that's a very good number isn't it?" Charlie asked, trying to be positive.

"I go see daddy but dey don't wet my see him." Zyria began to sob as those words left her mouth. She looked over to where the other officers were standing and looked back at Charlie.

"He won't wake up and I try to, but they no let me." Charlie couldn't take it any more. He looked away from Zyria for a brief second, trying to compose his self. He didn't know how to tell such a young child that their father would never come back for them. He definitely didn't want her to see him cry.

Charlie began trying to focus. He needed to find out what happened.

"Zyria, sweetie, can you tell us how your daddy fell asleep?" She looked over at the covered body with teary eyes and back at him.

"A man put a sleeping piwl in him." Charlie instantly knew what she meant.

She was sobbing harder now. Charlie pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort her. He didn't know how to tell her that her father was never going to wake up.

They stayed like that until his squad called him back to his main priority. Zyria put up a fight though. Charlie eventually got her off of him and another office was told to take her back to the station to wait for a social worker.

*Z*

"We found records on the man. His name was Antonio Rodriguez and here it says he was caught selling drugs in Seatle four years ago. The girl is his daughter, Zyria George, just turned three last month. Her mother has been missing for two years and there are no living relatives on either side of the family." Everyone in the room was silent. There was no doubt that this murder was a result of gang violence.

Charlie looked into the interrogation room where Zyria was being kept. She was looked directly at him, unknowly. He watched as she blew on the window until it was fogged and began drawing.

"We can't get a social worker to come until Friday so it seems that she will have to stay here until then. We need someone to watch her." All the officers looked away, no one wanted to watch the kid. This disgusted Charlie. What could she possibly do after the night she had? No one else had anything else to do either.

"Anyone?" Officer Johnson asked. Charlie looked back at the room. In the window she had drew a heart and was smiling proudly at it.

He looked back at his desk in thought. If he got to close to her he wouldn't want to let her go. Then again, she would be stuck in foster care for the rest of her young life. He couldn't just let her stay in here with someone who doesn't want to spend their time with her when she could stay with him.

"I'll take her."

*Z*

Well that's it.

Please leave reviews. All criticism is welcome. It helps me.

Zyria is pronounce- Zy( like sky with a z) Rah. I just came up with that, didn't want it to be too normal.

thank you for you time,
Jaye