He ran slowly, turning his head in every direction to spot any unsuspecting danger. His breathing was elevated and heavy in his small chest, his voice rough as it called for help. Suddenly, his legs stopped as he collided with something hard. Turning his face upwards to the bright sky to see a man, a sickening smirk on his blurry unfamiliar face. "I want my mommy. Please mister, I wanna go home." The man's smirk fell and was replaced with a terrifyingly calm look. "You don't have one, Jake. You're mine now." The voice boomed and echoed. Jake jolted out of bed, only to end up scrambling on the floor trying to catch his breath. His heart pounding in his ears, but even that couldn't drown out the voice that belonged to the man in his nightmare. Jake covered his ears and curled into himself, his body shaking and stuttering with the deep sobs he was producing. He knew that voice, no, he knows that voice. Everyday he hears that voice. It was George, he hadn't known who the man was and couldn't see his face, but he knows that voice anywhere. The dream had felt so real, it couldn't possibly be though, George was his father. If the dream had been nothing but a memory, why did he not know George? Why had it terrified him so much?

Kurt lifted his head from his pillow to look into the darkness of the room, now fully aware of what the sound was - he moved swiftly from his spot to the floor beside Jake. He got a hold of Jake and began rocking him, holding his head close to his chest like a mother would her newborn, making quiet soothing sounds into his hair. Once Jake calmed to a reasonable level, Kurt pulled away to look Jake in the eye. He held the still crying boy's face in his hands and brushed at his tears with his thumbs gently. "Wanna tell me why you're so upset?" Kurt said in a small comforting voice. Jake look up from the floor, locking their gazes together.

"Can we go today?" Jake tried to reply, voice breaking and rough after crying.

"Go where, Jake? We can go anywhere you want."

"He lied, Kurt. I feel it." Jake replied, teeth gritted as he began crying heavily again. Kurt pulled him to his chest once more, petting at his curl and praying he could calm the boy before he got any worse. He was taking Jake to the police station first thing tomorrow, he wanted to figure this out quickly and with the least amount of pain as possible, but that was a little easier said than done.

Jake and Kurt slept barely a full 3 hours last night. The only way Jake would fall asleep is if Kurt held him, but he'd awake frightened every hour and required Kurt to calm him down multiple times. Jake's hand was currently cutting off the circulation in Kurt's right hand as they walked into the station. The police uniforms were everywhere, to Jake it almost looked like a tan sea made from them. As Kurt scanned the room he spotted a man in a fitted suit seated at his desk, hair ruffled and askew from it's original form and his tie loosened with the first few buttons on his shirt open. He was young, but it was obvious that whatever he'd been through had aged him beyond his years. Kurt tugged gently on Jake's hand to lead him to the detective's desk. Kurt knocked lightly on the edge of the desk to awaken the sleeping man. The man jolted awake and looked like a startled deer as he awoke. Kurt smiled gently at him with a sad smile, Jake still attempting to break the fingers on his right hand unintentionally.

"Kurt? Why are you here? Did any of those guys give you trouble again?" The man spoke, finally freed from the last clutches of sleep.

"No, they've let me be after you decided to attack them with your career choice and threaten them beyond belief." Kurt replied with a light laugh, this cause the man to smile widely. He looked younger when he smiled, Jake thought. Jake peered around the man's desk, it held a few open files, papers in every direction, his badge and a few personal pictures in beautiful frames perched off to the side - obviously so he could look easily to them while working.

Taking a closer look at the photos, there was one featuring the detective - obviously younger, looking about 10 years old and he was holding a baby in his small arms, his face spread with the same smile as before but missing one of his front teeth. The next photo was a family portrait, it wasn't stiff or posed as most were, the same baby and 10 year old were in the very front, a woman's arms held both close as she kissed the man off to her left, the man holding up his thumb at the camera cause Jake to giggle. And the last photo on his desk was very obviously recent, it was taken at the exact angle the first picture had - the detective was holding a small pink bundle and smiled brightly toward her, the baby had it's tiny fist curled around one of the man's much larger fingers.

"You have a beautiful family, Mr..." Jake waited silently for the man to disclose his name so he could properly compliment the precious photos he'd seen.

"Anderson. Cooper Anderson." The detective said with a grin.

"Who's this, Kurtie? Got yourself a beautiful new beau?" Cooper teased as he winked at Jake playfully, knowing fully well that he was uneasy and was now attempting to loosen him up. He liked this Cooper Anderson, he seemed like the older brother he'd never had.

"What have I told you before! Don't call me that, Coop! And to be frank, yes, Jake is my best friend and newly found beau." Kurt replied, elbowing Jake gently and sharing a smile for a moment. "But we aren't here just for introductions, there's something we need to ask you about." Kurt spoke apprehensively, now squeezing in return on Jake's hand. "Our friend is kind of in a rough situation, we'd kind of like an outside opinion on it."

"Oh, okay. Shoot." Cooper readjusted in his office chair, sitting up straight, fixing his jacket and smoothing his hair back into place.

"His father has abused him, I'm not sure for how long...but he raped him. Maybe not by our friend's standards because he thinks it's out of love, but it's not right. I want to help him, we want to help him." Kurt explained with a strained tone to his voice, having Jake right there as he spilled one of his biggest secrets to someone else was a bit hard to swallow.

"Shit, um, can you two come into one of the rooms for a minute? I think this deserves a bit more privacy." They followed Cooper into one of the interrogation rooms and sat within the quiet walls for a moment. "Can we just cut to the chase, boys? I know it isn't just some friend. So, why don't we just clear the air, hmm?". Jake's mouth opened as he looked wildly from Cooper and to Kurt. His fingers flew away from Kurt's and he stumbled out of his chair.

"H-h-how'd you know? I - I'm normal, I don't scream victim, do I?" Jake stuttered.

"Well, by the way you were crushing Kurt's fingers from the start I just suspected. You just happened to prove me right. Jake, how about we talk alone? Unless you want Kurt here, whatever makes you more at ease."

"Don't call me that, please." Jake whispered, quietly enough that it was barely able to be heard.

"What? Jake? You don't want to be called Jake? Why's that, squirt?" Cooper asked, standing and quietly moving toward the boy and moving his arm around his shoulders to hug him slightly.

"That's not my name."