A/N: So, I know I mentioned some triggers and warnings in the description and all that, but this chapter gets... uncomfortable and may contain triggers for some regarding rape, non-cons, and violence. Generally I've tried to be more... generic rather than going into detail, and here, too, I tried not to give in depth descriptions but it's worse than what's been in previous chapters. I really hope no one hates me after this and I apologize in advance, but it does get better toward the end. I'll only mark one line this chapter, so if you're uncomfortable with reading the beginning you can skip down to the better stuff below the break line. Uh, also I think the next chapter will be the last.

Casey kept telling him that it wasn't his fault, that no one could have seen this coming and he couldn't be with her every second of the day, but he knew that if he hadn't been so mad and hadn't been hiding away at Michael's house he would have at least found her sooner. If he had argued with her a little more or stayed a little longer or just told her how he felt, it could have been avoided.

Not long after he'd left there had been a knock on the front door. Casey had opened it up, expecting Derek coming back for his keys ("If I'd even just come back for those," "Shut up, Derek."). Instead, when she opened the door it was Greg. She hadn't seen him since the beginning of the Spring semester outside the hockey rink, but not much had changed. He was drunk and belligerent. She'd tried shutting the door but she shoved it back at her so she ran for her phone instead, intending on calling the police. He'd caught Casey by the hair and yanked her back toward him and then there was something cold and hard pressing against her back-it was just a bottle, but she didn't know that at the time-he had ordered her to the bedroom and shoved her in that direction, still holding onto her hair.

Greg had tied her to the bed frame, apparently despite his drunken state he'd come with a plan. Once she was secured he'd taken her laptop and, pointing a knife at her, demanded her password. When he finally logged in he stuck in a USB and told her how they were going to watch a 'home movie' together. Throwing everything off Casey's night stand he placed the laptop on it and then, holding her head to the side he made her watch all the videos he had of the things that he and his friend had done to her, giving her a sharp poke anytime she tried closing her eyes.

While he forced her to watch, he acted out many of the scenes from the movie laughing when Casey had cried or when she sounded in pain. Then he reminded her about how she shouldn't have left him, about how they weren't done until he was done with her and how she had this coming and it was her own fault, really. He spent several hours there alternating between hurting her, talking to her, or… creating more home movies. When he left, he left her laptop plugged in and the video playing on a loop.

Derek had been gone all that day, all the next, and hadn't found her until the following day after that. At that point, she'd passed out from exhaustion and she'd been asleep when he'd found her, tied to her bed and exposed. There was some blood, but from he could tell it didn't look life threatening and he could see the rise and fall of her chest. He didn't know all the details, but he knew who had been responsible and he'd called the police. When he tried, gently, to untie her, Casey had woken up hysterical. It'd taken him several minutes for her to calm down and realize that it was Derek, that she was safe. He got her to the nearest hospital where the police met him there, but by the time they arrived Casey had been sedated by the hospital staff. He did give them permission to go to the apartment and look around and before they left they told him that Greg had been picked hung over at his apartment.

It wasn't until the police left that he called Nora; she left his dad with the kids and took a short flight arriving at the hospital by that evening. Casey was awake, but still sedated. The first time the medicine had started to wane off, Casey had freaked out; she'd been crying and yelling and thrashing at anyone who came near her. Except for Derek. She clung to him tightly and he held her, gently, ignoring the look of betrayal that came over her eyes when the nurse had stuck the needle in. When the police came by at the end of the week, Casey was able to give her statement but it was the only time she'd spoken to anyone other than Derek. They wouldn't let him be in the room with her, so he didn't hear her story until a few weeks later when they were finally back home in their apartment.

Nora had stayed the first two weeks but Casey couldn't look at her; she felt so empty, broken, and used that she couldn't stand to meet her mother's eyes and have her know what had happened. Nora, for her part, tried but there wasn't much she could do but be there. When Casey was starting to show improvement she'd gone back home and Casey had been a little relieved hating to have her mom see her that way.

Derek had slept at the hospital every night that Casey had been there. He went to work after the first week, but even that was hard. Because he hadn't been back at the apartment except to grab a few necessities, it never crossed his mind to fix up Casey's bedroom. When they returned several weeks later, Casey had gone straight for her room wanting to sleep. Derek had gone to work cleaning up the kitchen when he heard Casey let out a scream. Before he could make it to her bedroom she came running out of the room, laptop in hand. She grabbed the car keys and ran out the door. Derek, finally coming to his senses, followed after a beat and made it down the stairs in time to see her climb into the driver's seat and back up over the laptop that she'd lain in the parking lot behind the car. Then she drove over it again, back again, and forward once more.

When she climbed out of the car and returned to where Derek stood, the broken pieces of her computer in her hands, she wouldn't meet his eyes. He followed her into her room where she started throwing her sheets and blankets toward the doorway. It was the most feeling she'd shown since waking up, but somehow this was worse and he had to intervene. He held her in a hug, pinning her arms to her side, and held her until her breathing slowed and then, wordlessly, took her to his room. She started sleeping there, instead, curled up in a ball with her back pressed up against him every night. The day following the computer incident, Casey started going to therapy. A few weeks in and she finally told Derek all of what happened; he hadn't asked (really not sure if he really wanted to know) when she volunteered the information, one night in the dark. He had held her hand and that's how she fell asleep that night.

Near the end of the summer, overall Casey had improved, some. She was still waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares but she wasn't letting it dictate her life. She went to work, she ate, she went with Derek to visit home. She was less of a shell, until one day she'd rolled her eyes at Derek and called him an idiot. The next day she'd wrestled with him over the remote. She was on her way to normalcy. It was toward the end of the summer, when the two were looking over course schedules, that they got the information: the date for Greg's trial was set and Casey had already agreed to testify, along with another ex of Greg's. She'd been reserved most of the day so Derek was a little surprised when she spoke up, "I never wanted to go on a date with Jonathan, you know."

"What?" Because the last thing she'd said was she was thinking of taking psych; it took him a second to figure out what she was talking about, but she'd already continued.

"Jonathan, when he asked me out at the library, I told him no."

"You… no?" She nodded her head, not looking at him. "Why?"

"I wasn't interested."

"Oh." And he suddenly felt like the idiot that she's always accusing him of being. "Why?" He asked, a little dumbly.

"Not my type."

"Oh?"

She met his eyes now, "I like a little more of a challenge."