First I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed. Your reviews are whatgot this chapter out today. I'd also like to dedicate it to my cop friend, without whom I would not be here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue. Although I would like to own Sam Swarek.

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Chapter 1: Unwanted Flashbacks

Five years later and one grueling year in the academy I finally made it onto the police force. Ever since that fateful day I was rescued by that undercover cop from that hell hole I've wanted to be a cop to help other girls who somehow found their way into the position I was in.

Now I finally have that chance; not directly going in and getting them out, but by being there to make sure they're never taken in the first place.

Well today's my first day on the job I'm excited, yet terrified in the same breath. Ha what am I saying I was almost late to parade this morning, and to top it off my radio was on the wrong side of my uniform. Imagine my embarrassment when my T.O., Officer Shaw, pointed it out then proceeded to give me the, what I'm sure is by now, usual rookie-T.O. speech. I couldn't help that my mind flashed-back to another speech I heard eight years ago as a scared little girl going into an unknown world. Almost like I am now, but this time I'm somewhat in control and I'm not a little girl I'm a young woman able to defend myself.

*Flashback*

I'm sitting in the corner of the cage furthest away from the door a tall man with wide set shoulders and inky black hair stands at the door. He's talking to us but I try and tune it out, try and let blackness take over my mind and hope that when I wake up again this nightmare will be over. After a couple of minutes I give up trying to escape and listen to what he's saying.

"…remember girls as long as you do as your told and don't fight back you'll be just fine. If you decide you want to have a mind of your own, you'll end far worse off than that bitch there." I see him gesture towards me and I cringe back in myself and look away from all the eyes that turn to me.

I see him turn back to the other men, "Get them out and ready for branding."

*End Flashback*

We drive around the city, my dad used to drive me around here after he got off work, when I was a little girl, said it was so that if I was ever in any trouble I would know how to get away. Guess we found out the hard way that doesn't always work.

A call comes over the radio for a domestic disturbance, Officer Shaw tells me to answer it. The lights go on and off we go.

We're outside the residence talking to the woman who called it in, when we here a shot ring out. Officer Shaw calls for back up and we go in. When we get to the apartment where the shot came from there was a young girl laying on the floor not breathing. The only thought I had was not again.

*Flashback*

I've just been shoved into one of the stalls lining the walls when a man follows me in after he's holding a syringe and coming closer to me. I scream and try to run, but another man comes in after him and grabs me holding me down. The man with a syringe stuck it in my arm and expelled the contents into my body, I started feeling very drowsy and I couldn't move my limbs. I felt the men let go of me and I tried to push past the fog to run but I couldn't move.

It became a reutine the men would come with the syringe everyday sometimes more as we started getting used to it. Until one day they overdosed a girl and pulled her past me to who knows where. I heard them talking about whether or not they should continue dosing us. I remember three days went by where we weren't dosed, by noon on the first day whether we were supposed to be 'entertaining' a man or not, not a moment went by were one or more of us were asking for more of what was in those syringes begging them to give it to us. Even fighting our 'guests' off of us in an attempt to get more.

*End Flashback*

While Officer Shaw went to check the rest of the house I knelt down next to the girl and began giving her mouth to mouth hoping to be able to save her. Officer Shaw came back into the room talking into his radio asking for a bus.

Officer Shaw sent Tracy Nash, my friend from the academy, and I to clear the rest of the building. We were told that the shooter we are looking for is white, average hieght, greasy black hair, black shirt and jeans. We went together clearing the apartments, guns drawn. We came to the last two apartments deciding she would take one and I would take the other.

I knocked on the door and called out "Police" waited a few moments, when no one answered the door I bashed it in. Holding my gun in front of me like a life jacket I looked at what I just walked in on. Two men sat by the window one counting out money. That one matched the discription of the shooter, but he also looked strickingly like that cop from years ago, I froze even as I told them not to move.

*Flashback*

Two weeks after we arrived at this new house there was a police raid, the man in control didn't even try to hide us. He opened the door for them and chatted congenially. When I saw the police come passed my stall, I couldn't suppress my relief and my fear… My fear of returning to that other world and how I would cope in it. My father, Tommy McNally, was a cop and a drunk, part of me thought he probably didn't even notice my absence, which only made me even more depressed.

The man in control of our future came to my stall and handed me a sun dress and told me to come with him. I followed him putting on the dress, unconscious of the fact that several people could see my nakedness, he walked up to who I assumed was in charge or the raid.

"Boyd, this is the girl I told you about, the one I thought was Tommy's daughter."

"Good job, Sammy, Tommy will be overwhelmed to know we found her. Good work," The man named Boyd told the man I was following.

"Your going to go with Detective Boyd, he's going to take you to the hospital to get checked out and there we will get you statement and find your family." Sammy turned to me and smiled while ushering me into a car.

*End Flashback*

They dashed out the window and down the fire escape, by the time I had followed them I just caught a glimpse of the second guy turning the corner. I followed them and turned the corner gun first, "Police, don't move." I started towards them, "Up against the fence. NOW!" They moved against the fence hands above their heads. I holstered my gun and the man with the greasy hair turned and ran I hurriedly chased after him and tackled him to the ground.