"Olivia could you please stay inside for a moment? I'd like to have a word with you."

"Yes Mr. Detweiller." Olivia waved bye to her friends as they ran outside for recess, and walked over to her teacher's desk. TJ still got choked up whenever he saw her. When he first saw Olivia's name on his roster he feared he would not be able to handle teaching the girl, but over the past few months he was able to look past what her presence in his class meant, and see her as an innocent child in an unfortunate situation.

"I've told you Olivia, you can call me Mr. TJ. Calling me Mr. Detweiller makes me feel like an old man." TJ grinned at the girl.

"My Mama says that it disrespectful if we don't call teachers by their last name. Besides, you are pretty old." Olivia giggled.

TJ just shook his head. Just like her father. "Listen Olivia, how is everything going for you…at home I mean."

The girl just shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her feet. Her mother and Frankie had given her orders to never speak about anything that happens at the house. "Okay I guess. Why?" She looked up at TJ with those big round hazel eyes that could have only come from her mother and father.

"Well sometimes you don't bring a lunch to school, or you wear the same outfit for a week straight and your hair isn't washed, or your homework isn't complete, or just plain wrong…" TJ was about to continue rattling on but he could begin to see the tears welling up in the little girls eyes. "Hey, hey, no I'm sorry. Don't get upset." He got down on one knee and reached out to touch her shoulder but she pulled away from him. "Olivia, I'm just a little concerned okay? Your mom and I grew up together so I know how smart she is. I'm just worried that you are not doing as well as I think you should. If something is going on at home I want you to know that you can tell me and I can make it better okay?"

"There is nothing wrong at home Mr. Detweiller, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone and let me focus on my studies." With that Olivia turned on her heel and exited the class room.

TJ shook his head solemnly. "That girl definitely has something going on in her life, but there is no denying that she is Gretchen's child." TJ then picked up his classroom telephone and dialed the emergency number in his teacher's manual. Despite his love for Gretchen and trust that she could handle anything life through at her, he could no longer deny the red flags. Especially not after seeing the big hand shaped bruises around her calves.

They had been waiting for this moment for weeks now. It was just after Christmas and there was just a light layer of snow sticking to the ground. The slight blizzard from the week before had delayed the mission but now there was no going back. Robert finished fastening his bullet proof vest and spoke into his radio. "Remember men, there is at least one minor in the household. We are to first and foremost to remove the minor safely and then apprehend any and all subjects. We have a warrant for everything in the house, so do not leave any stone unturned." On that note Robert and his supporting officers approached the front door and on the count of three he had them ram down the door. "THIS IS THE POLICE! EVERYONE ON THE GROUND NOW! ON THE GROUND NOW! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"

Olivia was awakened by the sound of the battering ram taking down the front door. The sounds of screams had her soiling her pajama pants as she climbed out of her bed. She opened the door to see what was causing the commotion but was immediately pushed back into her room.

"Mama! What's going on?" Gretchen locked the door and pulled Olivia inside the closet holding her tightly.

"Shush baby girl. Everything is going to be okay. The police are just here to talk to Daddy Frankie okay? I know it's scary but you have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?" Although unsure, Olivia nodded her head and covered her mouth with both hands. "That's my girl." After a few moments the madness seemed to die down a bit and Gretchen finally released the breath that she didn't realize she was holding. Her moment of peace didn't last long as she heard the door being broken down. Gretchen held onto her daughter tighter than ever as the door to the closet was opened and she stared down the barrel of a gun. Gretchen turned Olivia's head away and held her close to her breast.

Robert was at a loss of words. No…It can't be… "Ma'am give me the child and come out with your hands up!"

"NO! YOU ARE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!" Robert holstered his gun and wrapped his muscular arms around the crying girl. Gretchen put up a fight but could no longer keep her grip on her daughter.

"MAMA! MAMA! I WANT TO BE WITH MAMA!" The girl twisted violently in Robert's arms but he managed to hold her long enough to get her outside and into the waiting social workers vehicle.

"LET ME GO! OLIVIA! OLIVIA! MAMA'S COMING! LET ME GO YOU IDIOTS! GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER! OLIVIA!" Being so small it didn't take long to have the officers wrestle Gretchen to the ground. She was a sobbing mess as she watched her daughter being driven away. "OLIVIA!" Her scream was so raw, so painful; the arresting officers almost had to second guess their actions. Robert came back and all but dragged her to his waiting squad car.

"Smart girl? What the hell happened to you?" Robert looked her up and down. Track marks dotted her forearms and she had undeniably lost most of her weight and with it her beauty, since he had last seen her. Granted that was years ago, but this was Gretchen. He had secretly pined for this woman throughout his entire high school career. Gretchen was a true beauty one that if you took the time to know could pull at your heart strings, make you weak in the knees, and make you think with any other organ but your brain. Her intellect matched no one he knew then or now; she inspired him with her aspirations and her curiosity with the world around them. But now, barely standing before him was a shattered woman who just had her child ripped from her arms.

"Bite me Bob!" Gretchen growled through gritted teeth. "Unless the next words out your mouth are about you taking me to see my daughter I don't want to hear it." Robert shook his head and proceeded to Mirandize her. Gretchen ignored him as she watched Frankie being led to a different squad car. One of the addicts who were in the house was being taken away on a stretcher while two more were already on their way to the precinct. Gretchen sighed heavily as Robert finally got into the car. He glanced back at her through his rearview mirror but decided to save the questioning until after she had been booked. Gretchen was thankful for the silence.