* Please review! Yeah, in the last chapter I threw in a throw back to True Blood. What can I say? I love true blood! lol*

Jillian, Jeff, Andrew and two other officers were standing on one side of a two way mirror. On the other side were five guys. The police where able to pick up all four guys that had gone into the diner that night and had spilt them up into four different groups. She picked out every one of the guys from the voice line up every time. As soon as they started to repeat the lines the cops asked them to say, she'd start to cry silently and nod her head. The only time she spoke was to say which number was the man that attacked her and her mother.

The men were put into different rooms to be questioned and Jeff, Jillian, and Andrew were sent home. They had been able to get DNA from her mother's rape and where going to test the men to see if there was a match while they questioned them. The ride back had been as uncomfortable as the ride there. She still didn't talk. Once at the house, Jillian went straight to her room. Jeff opened two beers and handed one to Andrew. They each drank their beer in silence then went to bed.

In the morning Williams had called and said that one of the guys confessed that they had been the group that broke into the house but the other three were not saying anything. A trial was set for the following week and the men were going to stay in jail. Sam said he was giving Jillian some time off without them asking and Jeff was greatful. Sam cared about Jillian and, like Williams had said, he had like Mrs. Winters.

Andrew came down the stairs in the morning after the cops picked up the men and found Jeff standing in the kitchen, looking out the window that faced the barn. Andrew poured himself a cup of coffee as he said good morning. Jeff glance back at him then back at the barn. Jeff had his arms crossed over his chest when Andrew joined him. He asked if Jillian was up and Jeff pointed to the barn.

" She's out there. She's been circling the barn but hasn't gone in yet."

" She's just walking around it?" Andrew asked. At his words, Jillian appeared on the side of the barn. She had her arms crossed and was walking slowly. Her hair was down and she looked pale.

" Yep. That's the closet she's come to the barn since it happen. I told her about going to trial and she went right out there." Jeff said.

" Has she spoken?" Andrew asked.

" No. Not one word." Jeff said with a sigh. " I don't even know what to say to her. I have been dealing with my own grief and my own images of that night. I just don't know what to do." Andrew took a drink and nodded.

" Let me try and talk to her." He said.

Andrew walked outside with his hands in his pockets. He walked slowly up to her. She was standing in front of the barn, arms holding onto each other. He came up to her side and saw she had her eyes closed. He looked away from her and cleared his throat. He could almost feel the memories flowing through her. Her whole body was tense.

" You okay?" He asked. She sighed and opened her eyes. Without another word she turned away and started to walk away. Andrew turned and called out to her. " Jillian, you can't ignore this. You need to talk about what happen." She stopped walking and slowly faced him.

" I'm not trying to ignore it. I was ignoring it and doing a good job of it. But as soon as I heard his voice I was right back there." She said. She started walking towards him again. " I was right back there with her bleeding to death in my lap." Andrew remembered what it felt like when he had thought Divana was killed right in front of him. He remembered that panic, fear, and sadness that had overtaken him when he thought she was dead.

" I'm sorry." He said.

" I will never forget seeing the life fade from her eyes. I remember how her blood cooled on me, I remember her gasping to breath," She covered her mouth with her hand and closed her eyes as she started to cry again. " She died in my arms." She said as she opened her eyes again. Her voice was low and shaky " She was raped in front of me."

" They are going to be punished." He said as he came up to her then.

" But she's still dead so what's the point?" She asked. " What is the point of forcing me to relive what happen?" He came forward and put his hands on her arms.

" You relive it every day and night anyway, don't you?" He said gently. " That's why you work midnights, isn't it? You think working nights will make this whole thing easier because by the time you go to bed you're too tired to dream. Nights are the toughest for you so you want to work through them." She searched his eyes as she nodded. " I lost someone I cared about it too. I know what you are going through. Putting them away isn't going to make it better, it isn't going to bring her back but it's what they deserve." She took a shaky breath then.

" Okay." She said.

" Don't shut your dad out. This happen to him too. Be glad you have someone to lean on, someone to get you through this. He needs you as much as you need him. You lost your mother, he lost his wife and almost lost you. You don't have to go through this alone. There is a whole community of people that want to help so reach out to us because we are here." She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him.

" Have you always been this smart?" She asked. He smiled.

" Ah, no. It's sort of a new thing for me." Andrew said, making Jillian laugh despite what she was feeling. " Come on, your dad's freaking out."

Since she wasn't working and was nervous she had been having a hard time sleeping at night. Andrew and her had taken to watching movies at night together. Jeff went to bed at nine every night so it was just the two of them. Jillian hadn't felt like going out so Andrew came up with the movie ideas. Jillian and Jeff had over 115 dvds so they had a lot to choose from.

They always sat on the couch, not close to each other but always end up moving closer little by little. It would start with one of them getting up to get a drink or something then coming back and sitting closer. Sometimes Andrew would just slide closer to her, an inch at a time. Sometimes Jillian would shift so she could put her legs on the couch but her back to Andrew, putting herself closer to him.

His favorite part of the movie nights was always at the beginning, when they sat the farthest from each other because she always braided her hair then. She was always on his left side and he'd rest his right arm on the arm of the couch. She'd bring her hair over her shoulder and start to braid it. He'd pretend to watch the movie. Sometimes she was so wrapped up in what they were watching that he could just watch her openly. One thing about her was when she was focused on something, she didn't noticed what was going on around her. He'd lean his head against his propped up hand and watch her work at the braid. She always looked so relaxed and comfortable.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The trial started the next week. Jeff, Jillian, and Andrew sat together in the front row on the prosecutors side. Jillian was scheduled to go to the stand first and she was nervous. She was having a hard time sitting still during the opening statements. She would cross and uncross her legs. She'd leaned forward then sat back. Jeff finally put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him to start whispering to her. Andrew couldn't keep his eyes off her legs and felt bad for it.

She was wearing a short, grey pencil skirt and a tight, light blue sweater over a white shirt. She had straighten her hair and it was parted to her right side, it reached the middle of her back. She had a pair of black high heels on and she looked hot to him. She had put on a little more make up then she would normally wear and it made her eyes stand out even more. He had always thought her eyes were beautiful but now she took his breath away. If he wasn't staring at her legs, he was staring at her lips and her eyes.

When the judge told the lawyer to call his first witness Jillian grabbed Andrew's hand. She held onto her dad's and Andrew's hand tightly as the lawyer stood up. He looked down at the paper then said he was calling Jillian Winters. She squeezed their hands and sucked in her breath. Andrew squeezed her hand as Jeff kissed her cheek. Jillian stood up and his eyes went right to her ass. He felt bad but he couldn't look away as she walked. He swore silently and squeezed his hands together.

As she retold what happen, Jeff had to grip the bench they were sitting on. Andrew glanced down and saw Jeff's knuckles were white. He looked back up at her as she talked. She had a tissue to her eye as she cried softly. Andrew watched the juries faces and the judge. Some juries were either crying or tearing up. Even the judge looked upset.

When the defense attorney started his line of questioning, both Jeff and Andrew were tense. Andrew was frowning as he looked at her face. She answered his questions as best she could, admitting that she hadn't seen the men's faces but she instanced that she knew the men's voice. She stayed on the stand for a few hours, both lawyers going through the night with a fine tooth comb.

Jeff would run his hand through his hair or over his face. Jillian alternated between crying and being calm. Sometimes she had a hard time answering questions because of the tears she had. By the time they were done with her, she looked tired and her face was pale. Andrew had driven her car because Jeff wanted to stay for the whole day. Jillian wasn't sure if she could stay so she wanted to make sure she had a way home.

After Jillian's testimony, the court took a break. Jeff, Andrew, and Jillian were standing in the hallway of the court room. Jeff had his arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly to him. Andrew decided to walk away to give them some privacy. He kept his hands in his pockets as he watched them from the end of the hall. Jeff was whispering something to her and she was nodding. She finally looked up and smiled sadly at her dad. He kissed her forehead before she stepped away from him. She walked up to Andrew then.

" Ready to go?" He asked. She nodded as she held her arms together. Jeff was going to stay for the rest of the day but she didn't want too.