A/N: Here is a continuation of the last chapter, couldn't leave you guys like that!

Chapter 3

Ok this is my last appointment of the day Davey Robertson, he is 16 and was raped by his father at age 13 and never really fully recovered from that. When he came to me the first time, he was a little hesitant about talking to me about his issues. But when I told him that I am here to help him and that he can talk to me about anything, that's when he started to open up. I even gave him my cellphone number so that he could call me at any time, day or night, when something was wrong. Now after 2 years, he had made some progress and was smiling like he used to, but was a little hesitant about some things. Like when he called me and told me that he was nervous that he had to testify against his father along with other boys. To be honest, I would be nervous and scared to. Because if someone that I loved and respect dearly had raped me like that, I wouldn't be able to look them in the face. I told Davey that I would come to court with him to support him and he made it out of there just fine. He told the judge, his father was sent to jail for life, and his mother divorced him.

I sighed; I sat there waiting for him to come through that door so we can begin. Now I wasn't anxious to leave, but I wanted to see how he was doing so far. I know that he had to deal with the stares and whispers, but I know that he was a strong kid and could handle it. His mom wanted to be with him every second of everyday and wanted to have him home schooled. I told her that that was not a good idea, because he needed to be around people his own age and interact with them. She kept going on and on about how I didn't have a child so I didn't know how to handle this, but I told her that I might not be a parent, but I do know that separating a child from anyone is not a good idea at all because that would make the child get to comfortable and not leave home for anything. That's why most of the adults you see today that are living with their parents are like that today, because parents are not letting them live their life and interact with other people.

The door to my office opened and in walked Davey, he has grown so much. Since it was cold all he had on was a black hoody, with grey pants and some black shoes. He cut his hair so that it was shoulder- length and had some blond streaks in his black hair. He sat down on the couch and smiled at me.

"Hi, Mr. Orton."

"Hello Davey, how have you been," I asked him.

"I've been good, been making some news friends and hanging out with them. My mom even got me a car. I got my permit and license already. The only places that I can drive to are school and work, but I don't mind though. The kids are still picking on me, but not as much though. And I am glad about that. My teachers are helping me with every assignment now, I thought I was stupid for going to them and asking for help, but Matt does it so I feel good about that," he told me smiling as he said that kids name.

"Who is Matt?" I asked him.

"He is a boy in my grade that moved to Missouri from California with his brother Jeff. He is a really cool and funny person and smart to. One day, this boy named Billy was picking on me in the hallway and Matt came over and punched him in the face and told Billy to never pick on me again. And after that day, we have been friends ever since," he finished telling me with a smile.

"It seems like Matt is a really good friend to you and a good kid to boot," I said nodded my head at him and writing done on my pad.

"Yea, he is and can I tell you something," he asked me nervously.

"Sure you can," I told him as I sat up in my chair a little.

"Well, promise not to tell my mom first," he said looking at me in the eyes.

"I promise not to tell your mom," I said as I put one hand in the air and the other over my heart. He nodded his head as he was satisfied with my answer. I put my hands down and was ready to listen.

"I really, really like him, but I don't know how to tell him. I mean, he is fun, smart, cool and great to be around," he said playing with sleeves.

I kind of figured that he would like this kid, and that's good for him.

"So, what seems to be the problem," I asked him.

"Well, he asked me out on a date this Friday, but I don't know if I should go," he said looking down at his hands.

"You said that you like him right," I asked him.

"Yea, but what if he wanted to do, you know other things," he asked me. I hate his father with a passion for making this sweet kid be like this. He was having trust issues and was afraid to let any male figure touch him. I am glad that he is rotting in jail right now.

"Is something wrong," he asked me nervously, I must have had an angry look on my face.

"No, it's no problem. Just tell him that you want to take things slow and that you don't want to do anything besides holding hands," I told him.

He nodded his head considering that. "But what if I wanted to tell him about what happened do you think that he will understand?"

"If he likes you for who you are, then he will. And if he doesn't then he wasn't the right one to tell. You should tell him when its time or when you have felt that you are comfortable with him," I told him looking him in the eyes.

"Like I do with you," he asked me smiling. I couldn't but smile back.

"Yes, just like me, but don't consider me as your therapist, consider me as your friend and I will never judge you," I said still smiling at him.

"Thanks Mr. Orton," he said smiling.

"You're welcome, I am glad that I can help you," I told him honestly. And I meant it to, I don't know why, but I have the urge to be a father or brother figure to him.

"How is your mom doing," I asked him.

"Well, she is really stressed out from her job and when she comes home she barely cooks. That's why I got a job so that I could help out around the house and to be able to help pay the bills. She's dating this knew guy to he seems to make her happy, but I have a weird feeling about him though," he said looking down again.

"What do you mean," I asked him curiously.

"One night when they came home from a date he was drinking and was trying to get a kiss, but my mom wouldn't let him and he tried to force himself on her and called her a slut," he said to sadly.

"Look, if it gets too bad for you or you need help just call me and I will come and get you ok," I told him. I was worried about this kid and if he says that this man is like that, then I don't want him or his mother around that.

"Ok, I will," he said nodding his head. I looked at the clock and his time was up. I stood up and he stood up to. I walked him to the door, I opened it for him and before he walked out he said, "I might go on that date with Matt, but I might not tell my mom that I am gay and going out with a boy." "Whenever you feel like telling her is up to you." I told him smiling. He walked out the door and got in the elevator and waved. I waved back and then the doors closed.

I went back into my office and got all of my paperwork together and gathered all of my notes that I wrote down today. I usually have a tape recorder with me, but I left it at home so I had to do it by hand. I read each and every thing that I wrote down for today and put it in the files and in the file cabinets that I had next to the book shelf. I made a mental note to tell Cody to put the files that I needed for tomorrow on my desk so that when I get here I can just get right down to business. I was inserting some info on the computer when I looked at the time. It was 6:00. I was done for today, so I gathered up my briefcase, my coat and turned off the light in my office. I headed to over to Ted's office tell him that I was going to be leaving.

I was standing in front of his door and knocked, I didn't hear anything so I knocked again. I heard some groaning noises and thought that he might be hurt, so I opened the door and my eyes widen at what I was seeing. I saw Ted having Cody bent over his desk and pounding into to him. Then Ted sat down and Cody was riding him. And was moaning loud. I made myself know and cleared my throat. They stopped what they were doing and looked at me in shock.

"I just came to tell you that I was leaving for the night and that I should be ready for when you come to pick me up tonight. Also, Codes I need the files for my appointments tomorrow before you leave. And next time lock the damn door because if it was your father he would have a heart attack," I said to them and closed the door. I got on the elevator, left the building got in my car and went home.

I made it home, put my briefcase by the door, and hung my coat on the rack. I took off my suit jacket and undid my tie. I went to the kitchen to get me a beer and went upstairs to my room. I put my beer on the bedside table and plopped down on my bed. I sighed I was so glad to be home right now it was really relax. I sat up so that my back was against the head board. I turned on the T.V and opened my beer. I took a sip and looked to see what was on. After I couldn't find anything I settled for Criminal Minds. I loved that show, it's always surprises me that people in real life actually will do that type of stuff to other people. And then the team has to try and profile them. That's one reason I like the show, the other reason is the Derek Morgan is HOT! I wish that they could put him and Reid together. It might not be a good combo for some, but for me that's sexy. A hot guy and a nerd like Spencer is a hot combination. Don't you agree?

An hour later, the show went off, and I looked at the time it was 6:15. I had some time to kill so I decided to watch another episode and got my laptop so I could finish the rest of my work. I turned it on and got started on it. I was so caught up in it, that I didn't look at the time. It was 7:30 and I only had thirty minutes to get ready for when I went to the restaurant. I saved my work and shut down my laptop. I put it on the bed and got up to go to the bathroom and take a shower.

After I got out the shower, shaved and brushed my teeth, I headed back into the room and tried to find something to wear. I knew that they didn't tell me what to wear so I went with something casual. I put on some black loose jeans that clung to my ass, and thighs just right, I went with a black and silver affiliation shirt that clung to my body, and put on my black shoes. When I looked in the mirror and was satisfied about what I had on I put on my favorite cologne and I was ready to go. I look at the time and it was 8 already. So all I did was get my phone, wallet, jacket (just in case it got chilly, never know with Missouri weather), and my keys and headed downstairs. I was almost at the last step when the doorbell rang. I put on my coat and answered the door. It was Ted and Cody and they had big smiles on their faces.

"We thought we might have to come and get you out the house," Cody said smiling.

"No, you didn't I said I was going and I meant it," I told him.

"Well, we had to make sure," Ted said. And they went back to the car and got in. I put the code in for the house, shut the light off, and closed the door. I got in the back seat and we headed to the restaurant.