"FUCK!" Stef cursed out loud as she turned the car around and headed back towards San Diego. She was so close; so damn close, but now she had to go back without a chance to check if the girl under the car was Callie.

She'd driven for over half an hour to get to the site, hoping that she'd be able to tell if the girl was Callie or not just by looking at her. But she hadn't even reached before she was called back to work. A sleazy bar down town was often found as a trading site for drugs but the cops had never been able to prove it and now they finally seemed to have some physical evidence to shut it down. Stef and her three other female coworkers were also called in to help raid the place because most of the servers were girls and usually preferred talking to female cops.

Stef called Mike and told him what was happening and made him promise several times not to let the girl out of his sight. She needed to know if it was Callie or not and if it was then she was definitely not going to lose her again.

After that she called Lena and explained the situation to her as well. Lena too hated having to wait for an answer but she couldn't help but think of the young girls that Stef was going to talk to. It was always easier for a female officer to talk to young girls - they trusted them more and as a result were more willing to talk.

"The kids are all in bed." Lena told Stef, keeping her company on the ride back.

"Jude?" Stef asked of the boy that seemed to be no more than a shell lately.

"He's okay." Lena answered. "I didn't tell him where you were going because I wasn't sure what to tell him. If it is her and she's seriously hurt or worse then we need to know for certain before we tell him and if it's not then I don't want to get his hopes up."

"Good thinking love." Stef said. "What about Mariana." She asked.

"She's the same." Lena answered, looking down at the sleeping girl beside her. "Swinging between guilt and relief."

"Has she said anything else about Ana?" Stef asked curiously, wondering to what extent her daughter's relationship was.

"No." Lena answered and by the tone of her voice Stef knew that she'd tried to get some more details. "We'll talk to her again when you get back after going to Callie."

"If it's Callie." Stef voiced the thought they both had.

"I'm not even sure if I want it to be her." Lena answered honestly. She didn't want the girl to be Callie and then find out she was dying.

"Mike says the paramedics think she has a chance if they can just get her out of there." Stef said, understanding Lena's point. "They think it's mostly just her legs that are trapped and the pain is probably what's made her unconscious but they aren't ruling out a head injury yet.

"God this is a nightmare." Lena whispered as she shook her head in the darkness of her bedroom.

"Hang in there love, I'll be home as soon as I can." Stef assured, knowing that Lena liked it when her whole family, that now included the two Jacob siblings, was safe and sound in their own beds.

Before heading to bed Lena went around the house checking on her children one more time. She always did this whenever Stef was at work at night - it gave her a sense of peace.

She first headed to Jesus' room to check on the two boys and found Jesus sprawled across his bed on his stomach, his cover tossed to one side and one arm dangling off the bed. Jude was curled in a ball, clutching the pillow that Callie had used for the first few nights she was with them. Lena then headed to Brandon's room and found him under his sheets, his cellphone lying next to him on the pillow. Lena moved it to the side table and then headed back to Mariana.

Mariana was still asleep but her face was streaked with tears. Lena sat down beside her and gently stroked her fingers through the young girl's hair. "I love you." She whispered to the sleeping girl. No matter what mistakes she made their love for her would never change.

Stef hated the bar even before she entered it. The entrance itself was through a dark, dingy passage and she could hear rats squeaking nearby. As soon as she entered the smell of stale cigarette smoke hit her and stung her eyes.

"God, why would anyone come here." She asked her partners rhetorically.

"Apparently this place is the number one spot for trading." One of the other officers said.

Stef wasn't originally on this case and was only called on today because of girls involved and once their statements were taken and they were handed over to their rightful guardians or the state and introduced to their new therapists she would be off the case again and so Stef didn't really know the background of the place except that her partners had been trying for months to shut it down.

"Some of the girls are reportedly as young at thirteen." Another man said as they prepared to raid the place. So far no one had really paid much attention to them and the thick smoke, poor lighting and their dark uniforms kept them practically hidden.

"POLICE FREEZE" One of Stef's partners yelled as he pulled out his gun and entered the bar, while another male cop held up his badge. Stef and her other female coworkers stepped back, not wanting to frighten the young girls - they were, after all, there to help them.

Someone turned on the lights and the room was flooded in light and was now visible. There was silence in the room as all eyes were on them. Stef looked around once her eyes adjusted to the bright lights and she felt instantly depressed by what she saw. Men in sleazy clothes, gaudy jewelry and ugly tattoos littered the place while girl's in outfits inappropriate even for a hooker carried glasses of drinks and bowls of chips and peanuts to each table. Stef felt like crying as she looked at the girls' faces - some of them really did look extremely young but still their faces looked like they had the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her heart when out to them and she wondered who they were and why they were here to begin with. Had they been kidnapped, run away, homeless and what else were they being forced to do and how come they hadn't been found earlier.

As Stef looked around and began to gather the young girls to get their names, ages and statements her phone rang.

"I'll be right back." She told her partners as Mike's name flashed across her screen. She hurried to an empty corner, desperate to find out what Mike knew. Her eyes continued to scan the room as she answered the call.

"Mike." She said, waiting for the news, knowing that he wouldn't expect pleasantries at a time like this.

"It's not her Stef, I'm sorry." Mike said, just as Stef's wandering eyes locked on Callie's fearful ones.