AN: Okay so here it is the next installment of Brooke Lynn and I hope it's been worth the wait, which I really am sorry for. But now that school has started I should be able to get into the groove of updates. If updates are few and far between I'm really sorry but never fear for it will get done, this is my promise. That being said...please enjoy

"Ma'am we would like to talk to you."

"Why yes officers, how may I help you?" replied a women taking off her gardening gloves and extending her hand to shake Munch and Fin's hands. She looked at them with a curious look as to why they were there but got her answer rather quickly.

"There was a young girl found here a couple of days ago…"

"Oh you must mean Brooke. Is she okay?"

"Yes ma'am she's fine, how do you know her?" Munch asked.

"Well she's over at that house almost every week. I think she's a good friend of Mrs. Edison."

"She comes around here often?"

"Well she did until a couple of weeks ago. She just stopped almost over night."

"Did her mother bring her?"

"No her mother passed on when she was younger. As did her father. She lives with Babette Jeauxlei and her assistant." the lady said with a slight shiver.

"So who brought her?"

"Um…Mr. Wing her driver."

"Where can we find him?"

"I have his card if you'd like it." she said heading inside to get Mr. Wing's business card. When she came back out she made sure to tell the officers to get who ever had done this to Brooke.

"Mr. Wing?" Fin asked a short elderly Chinese man. He looked up, obviously thinking towards immigration for his eyes swelled three times there normal size. "Immigration papers okay." He said shortly. Turning away as if they'd leave he headed down the road causing Munch and Fin to have to run to catch up.

"Mr. Wing, we're not from immigration, we need to talk to you about a young girl you drive around, Brooke James." Munch said pulling him to a stop.

"Ah Brooke, good kid."

"Yes I'm sure she is. We need to ask some questions about her."

"Brooke no get into trouble…good kid."

"Yes I'm positive she's a great kid but right now we need to ask you some questions about her."

"You have to speak up, ears are going."

"Yes sir, may we ask you some questions about Brooke James." Fin said a little louder and Mr. Wing nodded with a smile. "Do you know where she lives?"

"No, I pick up from school and bring here. Sometimes meet here and take to school."

"Did she ever have anyone ride with her, a guardian or parent?"

"No only Brooke. Wait, the other girl."

"What other girl?"

"The girl, I pick up with Brooke sometimes, she a friend from school."

"What's her name, where does she live?"

"She live um…1984 E. Anderson I think."

"What's her name?"

"Rebeacky."

"Rebeacky?"

"Yes."

"May I help you officers?" a young girl with long brown hair and blue eyes asked when she saw Munch and Fin standing on her stoop. She stood with one hip popped out and her arms crossed. Huffing a little she blew a stray strand of hair out of her face so she could see the officers better.

"Yes ma'am is there a Rebeacky here?"

"Rebeacky? No there is no Rebeacky here." She said rolling her eyes.

"Thanks." Fin said turning away.

"Do you mean Rebecca?" she asked opening the door a little more.

"Rebecca?"

"Yeah you know Rebecca, a girl who might sometimes go by Becca. Rebecca, it's a name trust me I know." She said in a know it all tone that made Munch laugh a little.

"Well does this Rebecca know a Mr. Wing?"

"Yes this Rebecca knows Mr. Wing who so fondly calls her Rebeacky. It annoys the crap out of me."

"Well Rebecca…"

"Please Becca."

"Becca," Munch corrected himself, "we need to talk to you about your friend Brooke."

"Brooke? I'm not sure I should be talking to you about her." she said trying to shut the door before Fin put his foot in the pathway preventing her from escaping into the darkness of her house.

"I think you should."

"I can't, Madame will come after her."

"I think she already has." Fin said to the girl. Her face went whiter than an albino peacock and she looked as if she was going to fall over dead. Munch stepped forward and into the house leading Becca to the couch.

"You okay?" he asked her after setting her down and fanning some air on her. She looked straight ahead at the wall not talking or moving.

"I need to see her." She finally said breaking the silence that was held by the room. Munch looked utterly shocked that she'd said something non-sarcastic for once in their meeting but didn't say anything lest she quit talking again. "I need to see Brooke now; I've got to say I'm sorry."

"Alright, calm down we'll take you to her just stay calm."

The hospital is always a place of sorrow for some and joy for others, for Becca it brought back painful memories and tearful times. For Brooke it brought back safety and comfort. Both friends were to unite here under one roof fighting one enemy for one goal, freedom.

"Brooke!" she cried walking into the room. Brooke looked up with eyes that lit up the room. "Forgive me please. I never meant for this to happen, in fact I meant the opposite to happen. I never wanted Madame to hurt you."

"Becca, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Brooke, incase you didn't notice…you're hooked up to about twenty thousand different wires! You are NOT fine!"

"Becca, I can handle myself."

"Same ole Brooke, stubborn as the day she was born."

"I try."

"Brooke, I brought you some apple juice, you said it makes you feel…what are you doing here?!" Babette Jeauxlei spat upon seeing Becca.

"I was just visiting Ma'am, I should be leaving." Becca said bowing her head so as not to look her in the face. Quickly she scurried out of the room and into the halls. Fin followed by Munch exited after her.

"Would you mind coming down to the precinct with us?" Fin asked her.

"No, just help Brooke, she deserves better than this."