They got up and left the interrogation room. Nick took her to the break room where he told her to rest for a little bit and that they could finish later.
Greg, who did not want to watch his cousin get interrogated, went to the A/V room to see what Archie was up to.
Archie, attempting to make the quality of some videos better, was beginning to get rather frustrated with Greg.
Greg, nervous about his cousin was pacing the room while running his fingers through his already wildly spiky hair.
"Will you stop doing that?" Archie asked him.
"What?"
"Pacing like that. It's driving me crazy. Just go see if they are done with her."
"Ok, I'll do that." And with that Greg hurried off.
He found Brass talking to Sara in the hallway, and stopped to ask him where his cousin got to.
"Brass," he called. "Where's Emily?"
"Oh, Nick stepped in to talk to her. I couldn't handle her. That girls got sass."
"Oh, believe me, I know."
Just then Nick walked by.
"I thought you were with Emily?" Greg asked him.
"Oh, yea she's in the break room with Sofia. I gave her a break because she was really torn up. You might want to go talk to her," Nick told him.
"Ok, thanks Nick," Greg said and walked to the break room.
Emily looked exhausted, pale and just emotionally drained. She was shivering slightly and when she saw Greg she gave him a half smile.
"Hey shorty. You cold?" He asked her.
"A little," she answered back.
"You miss them, huh?"
"Yeah," she said looking older than her seventeen years.
"Hey you want a sweatshirt? I have an extra one in my locker."
"Yeah, that'd be great thanks."
He left to go to his locker and Sofia studied the girl inconspicuously. She looked like the pressures of life had finally run her down, quite unlike the fiery girl who had mouthed off to Brass in the interrogation room. Sofia was surprised, and admired the girl for standing up for herself. She was respectful, but knew when to draw the line.
Greg came back with his UNLV sweatshirt and gave it to his cousin and sat down next to her on the couch. She laid her head on his shoulder and fell quickly asleep as Greg stroked her tangled blond curls.
"I like this kid," Sofia told him.
"So do I," whispered Greg, smirking watching his cousin sleep peacefully in the too big sweatshirt.