-1DISCLAIMER IS THE SAME AS CHAPTER ONE.

A/N: I apologise profusely for the lateness of this chapter. It seems as if my muse decided to leave me for a while and I just couldn't find the words to write. I hope that I still have a few readers still out there. Please read and review. I need the reviews to keep my muse happy and if my muse is happy then the next chapter might just be written soon. I'll try my best anyways! This chapter contains child abuse so you are warned!!

Chimp1984 here is the next chapter finally for you, thank you for your patience in waiting for it.

Torajack I'm glad you are liking the start of this sequel and I hope that despite my lack of updates that you are still reading this story

Gryffindor620 again I apologise for the lack of updates. Please enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

CPOV

Sara was really quiet as we made our way to the hospital. I know that she was deep in thought so I took her hand in my and gave it a gently squeeze in reassurance. She looked up at me as I did this and gave me a small smile. After parking the car we slowly made our way to the room that Phoebe was in. as I looked through the window all I could see was a small frail girl covered in bruises standing at the window staring out whilst lost in thought. It immediately made me wonder what Sara had looked like at that age and I had to stop the tears in my eyes from falling. It was Sara's turn to squeeze my hand in reassurance before she knocked on the door and we entered the room

"Phoebe?" she asked gently. After receiving an acknowledging nod she continued.

"My name is Sara Sidle and this is Catherine Willows and we work with the crime lab. We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions about what happened?" she said.

After receiving a small nod in return I asked the all important question.

"Could you tell us what happened yesterday?" I asked gently. Phoebe made her way back over the bed and sat down.

"I was supposed to have the tea on the table ready for 6pm" she started "I was running late as I'd been held up at the store. He was already drunk by the time he'd come home. I know what he's like when he's drunk so I tried my best to finish the tea as quickly as possible. I'd learnt long ago not to answer back to his constant taunting and threats. It would only mean a harder beating than usual. Last night nothing could placate him"

She paused as if trying to gather her thoughts. I could see the stress in Sara's face as she struggled to maintain control whilst dealing with this and also her own memories. Sara moved to the other side of the bed and took hold of her hand squeezing lightly in reassurance, encouraging her to continue.

"He's never been this bad before. It was the first time he'd forced himself onto me" she continued, the tears flowing down her face "I couldn't scream! I daren't have screamed! It would have only made him angrier. When he had finished he looked me in the eyes and all I saw was a cold calculated look. There was nothing left of my father in those eyes. He then tidied himself up before leaving my room. I heard the front door slam not to long later and that's when I called the cops. That's all I can tell you"

She was violently shaking by the time she'd finished her tale. Sara reached out to her and Phoebe allowed herself to be pulled into a hug. I could see the tears falling down Sara's face as well. I gently touched Sara on the shoulder before indicating that I was going to speak to the doctor about her injuries.

Once outside I took a deep breath before finding the doctor.

"Hello" I said "my name is Catherine Willows and I'm from the crime lab. I'm here to get the details about Phoebe Jones."

"Phoebe is a fairly lucky girl" he started "although there is multiple bruising across her whole body she has not sustained any broken bones. Unfortunately she was subjected to a fairly brutal rape and required numerous stitches. She should heal completely in time. Due to the nature of the attack and her age we have contacted social services and they should be here sometime today"

"Thank you doctor" I replied "The evidence is pointing towards a close family member so we are posting an officer or two around her room to make sure she is protected"

"That is a wise idea. I will inform social services of the situation" he said "I'm really sorry but I must go finish my rounds. If you have anymore questions I'll be happy to answer them later"

"No problems" I said "Thanks for your time"

SPOV

I couldn't help the tears from falling down my face. Her story just got to me. I could feel her shakes and sobs subside as I held her close and eventually she was still enough for me to pull away.

"Thanks" she said shyly.

"I know that many people will tell you that they understand what you are going through and that everything will be alright" I said "you may feel like this is just words and that no one could ever feel how you feel but I just want you to know that I am here for you, I really do understand"

I paused here to pull myself together before continuing.

"I know what you are feeling because what happened to you also happened to me. Both my parents were abusive and I only escaped when my mother killed my father and I was taken into care. I know that social services are probably on their way to collect you but I want to give you this"

I pulled out a card from my pocket that had all my numbers written on it.

"If you ever need to talk to someone" I said "I want you to know that I am available at anytime, day or night. Even if you just need to hear a friendly voice, I'm here"

She smiled sadly at me as she took the card from my hand.

"Thanks" she said "I may take you up on that offer"

She moved to put the card with the rest of her belongings. I was then that there was a knock on the door.

I saw Catherine enter with a women who I assumed was from social services.

"Hi, my name is Julie Katlee" she said "I'm going to be your social worker"

"I guess it's time for me to leave" I said giving her hand another squeeze "I'll speak to you soon"

With that Catherine and I left the room.

As I paused in the hallway I told Catherine what I'd told phoebe and how I'd given her my number incase she ever needed to talk. Catherine smiled at me in reassurance that I'd done the right thing. If anyone could know what she was going through it was me. Catherine took hold of my hand and slowly led me out of the hospital and back to work.