Tissue alert! Tissue alert! I didn't want to post this...makes me sad but...It must be done. Lets just say the Hardy's are going to go after the warriors like dogs to a bone. Thanks for the reviews! Amber

Chapter 2

Callie was nursing the baby when her cell phone rang. She knew that Frank had to go by Joe's to upload some security software onto his computers. "Hi honey...hanging out with Joe." Callie paled. "Oh my god where…"

Callie listened and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh Frank...he was there and didn't leave her vicinity! Where is he going. I"m going to rip his eyes out and fry his hands in boiling oil." This man had touched her daughter very inappropriately during a false arrest. They had sued the city, police department, and him personally. They had all settled except for him. He filed for bankruptcy. He had to have a bit of resentment but Callie didn't give a damn. Right was right and wrong was wrong. This man was criminally wrong. He violated his plea agreement. Good let him go to prison. She was on her feet the minute her son finished eating. She made a quick phone call. "Laura it's me. I have to go to the hospital. Mollie is being transported there. The kids are going to be here. Vanessa, Zoe, and Andrew went to the pediatrician for their checkups. Can you come I don't want to take the baby. Thanks!" Callie put her now sleeping son in his crib. Then she went to her oldest's room. He was now in middle school. "I am going out, Mollie got sick at the mall. You have the fort until your grandmother gets here."

Jackson nodded. "Is Mollie alright? She hasn't been sleeping well."

Callie looked at her son over her sunglasses. "She will be, it might take a while." she turned on her heel and left.

Jackson watched her leave and thought. 'Just like you mamma. Don't push yourself too hard. Let us all help.'

Callie arrived at the ER and saw Ben waiting in the waiting room. She approached. "Benjamin?"

He jolted. "Mrs. Hardy! I didn't know he was working there I swear! Mom is attending the ER tonight. She came out briefly my sister is on the way to pick me up but I don't want to leave until I know she's alright."

Callie sat and patted his shoulder. "I appreciate that. So does she. Your relationship and how you treat my daughter comforts me a lot."

Ben blushed. "I'm lucky to have met her. I was alone didn't have many friends until her. She brings out the best in me really."

Callie said. "How about this. I go to the desk, and I'll ask if she can see you. That way you can go with your sister."

Ben sighed. "I can work with that. I want to stay but mom won't let me. She said she needs rest."

"She does Benny. But she wants to see you for a second. I'm going to give her something to calm her down. She is in room 11."

Callie and Ben both found the room quickly. Frank was holding Mollie's hand. Mollie bit her lip, then it trembled. "Mom! I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I just…" She burst into tears.

Callie rushed to the bed and held her distraught child. "Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for. You can't help your feelings don't put a burden on yourself by dismissing them."

"I'm so embarrassed. The whole mall saw me panic!" Mollie wailed.

Ben came to the foot of the stretcher. "You shouldn't be embarrassed either, you couldn't help it. I'm glad your uncle punched him."

Callie glanced at him. "Excuse me?"

Ben jutted his chin up. "He muttered something. I couldn't hear it, probably best. Mr. Hardy um Joe...turned red. The next thing I saw was his fist hitting Benson's nose."

An RN came in at that point. She said. "Could you state your name please and your date of birth?"

Mollie jolted. "Um Mollie Hardy, birthday is December first."

The nurse went to the computer at her bedside with a phial and syringe. Mollie's eyes widened. "What is that?"

"It is diazepam. Dr. Culpepper ordered it. Are you having feelings of hurting yourself?"

Mollie glared. "NO!"

The nurse then expertly gave her in the IV the prescribed medication. Mollie's started drooping and she fell asleep.

Ben let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Thank you mom! Mr. and Mrs. Hardy we'll help her right?"

Frank could see the boy's distress. "We will all help her, hopefully your mom can help us with a few recommendations."

Callie lay in bed that night with tears running down her face. Her poor daughter, she wanted to kick that Benson's balls black and blue, then leave him in a bloody mass on the floor. But that would not be proper, or recommended. She knew part of the reason for her righteous anger was because of what had happened to her. She turned onto her side shuddering. Her body curling into a fetal position. That was all it took for her husband to feel her distress.

"Callie?"

"Frank I'm a wreck. I should have known better! We should have been getting her therapy this whole time. It's my fault."

"No it's that asshole Benson's fault. Sweetheart, we have all been through a lot. We have a new baby, you went through hell, and so did Mollie. We'll get through this."

Callie curled into his arms. He usually knew exactly what to say and do for her. They had been through thick and thin together. He was her soulmate, her hope, and her peace. If she hadn't met him what would her life be like? She didn't want to imagine. "I love you so much...I can't handle much more right now. Can you help me help her...all of us."

Frank kissed her temple. "We'll help each other baby. You aren't alone, neither is she. I promise."

Callie sniffled. "We testify before congress in a month about Raven's warriors. I'm scared I'll fall apart."

"You won't. You have the truth, and I'll be there with you." 'He had insisted on that detail. He did not want Callie facing this committee alone. The FBI's counter terrorism unit in conjunction with Callie's unit and his found all the warriors that had been linked in anyway to that confiscated laptop. The rape victims would testify last, Callie would go first because she was also an investigator. They had interrogated the warriors for months. Frank was certain there were more and that thought terrified him.'

One month later

She was leaving work very content. It was her last day on the job. Her final rounds were done. She hugged several coworkers. It had been an amazing and rewarding career. One that had allowed her to feel every possible emotion you could experience. Helping others during a time of need was what had driven her. You'd think she'd be tired. Instead she was energized at ten thirty this night. Her last case had been swift. Hence why she was leaving now and couldn't wait to start the next chapter of her life. She wanted to travel and watch her family grow. They had been through so much. She wanted to do more to help them. So shifting her priorities was an easy decision. She got off the elevator in the employee parking garage humming to herself. Her keys in hand jingled. It was a warm and humid night. A storm was coming in. Her clear blue eyes scanned and found her car. Which she habitually backed into her parking spaces. A man was sitting in the driver's seat of the car beside her drivers side bopping his head to music. She returned his nod of acknowledgement and turned to unlock her door. She didn't see him pull out a gun with a silencer. Her life was gone instantly.