"You're under arrest for shoplifting. You have the right to remain silent, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention something in questioning which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence against you."

Callie didn't resist as the police officer put her in cuffs and guided her out of the store and into the back of his patrol car. She did not think twice about giving them her name when she asked, and she did not falter when they asked her if she was guilty.

At the police station, they asked for her details at the desk.

"Callie Quinn Jacob, California. Born July 11, 1997. Serving twelve months probation for criminal damage. I ran away from my foster home, crossed state borders, and stole food from The Liquor Palace." Her tone was monotonous and unfeeling, her words leaving her mouth before she even thought about the consequences. She didn't care anymore.

She was taken to a holding cell and informed that she would be transferred to Chula Vista tomorrow until her hearing.

In the quiet of her cell, all she could hear was the voice of the prison officer on the other end of the phone. Her father had given up on her…of course he had, everybody did. Even Jude thought she wasn't worth his time anymore and he was right; they were all right, because all she ever did was ruin things for herself and everybody around her.

"Hey, Jacob," a guard called through the cell door. "You want your phone call now?"

Callie shook her head absentmindedly. Who would she call anyway? The Adams Foster family would be furious and probably never want to speak to her again, Wyatt had turned her over to her foster parents despite the fact she trusted him, she had nobody to turn to.

She didn't sleep that night, she just sat in the corner of her cell and wondered where she had gone wrong this time. Of course, she already knew, it was the moment she started to let herself trust Brandon. It wasn't even about him, she just wanted to prove to herself that she wasn't the problem and that every boy she ever thought of attractive wasn't going to hurt her.

There were no windows in the room, so there was no concept of time while she waited for the morning to come. All Callie wanted was for things to be sorted out, whether that meant another stint in juvie or staying in a group home until she aged out of the system, she just wanted to have an idea of what was going to happen.

"Time to move, kid. Your social worker is meeting you at twelve so you need to leave. There's a squad car waiting outside." Without a word, Callie rose and stood at the cell door as it was unlocked, hands held out in front of her, ready to be cuffed again.

It was relatively silent in the car, the officer driving her tried to strike up a conversation but she wasn't in the mood to talk so instead she watched out of the window as they drove down the highway.

24 hours ago, she had been driving these same roads with Wyatt, running away from everything she had built for herself in the past few months. Now, she was heading straight back to where she had started with no concern for the consequences of her actions.

When they pulled into Chula Vista, there was a sense of everything coming full circle as the Fosters had taken her from this place and how they were what had driven her back here. She would serve her time, she was happy to do that in the knowledge that Jude was safe and sound, and that he was being loved and looked after.

"Callie, I'm just here to touch base with you and make sure everything's okay. You'll meet your new probation officer tomorrow, okay? I know you probably weren't told that you had a new one but Sandra moved out of the state recently," Bill greeted as she was escorted to the door.

"You want your consult now?" The cop asked him directly, guiding Callie through the door with a tight hold on her upper arms.

"Sure, officer," Bill responded easily as they were taken to an interview suite where Callie was uncuffed. "Okay, Callie. I don't know your motives for doing this yet, we'll get to that afterwards but first things first, I want to establish that I am going to try and make sure you don't end up in juvie. Your foster parents have been contacted and if they are willing to take you back into their home, the judge may have an easy decision to make considering your stability there up until this point."

"You've spoken to them?" Callie interrupted curiously, picking at the nails with her eyes downcast.

"Only briefly, they were relieved to hear you were okay. Depending on how long you're here, I can organise visitation for you, but I managed to get you a hearing for Thursday afternoon so as long as it goes well, you'll be out of here before visits are needed."

The teen nodded in understanding, somewhat impressed with how quickly a court date had been made though she didn't express it. Visits were a no, whether she was going to stay in juvie or be shipped off to a group home, because she couldn't bear to see their faces after all that happened.

She wouldn't go back to the Fosters, not after everything that had happened…she couldn't do that.

"You should go and settle in, you'll meet Ed tomorrow for a pre-trial consultation and we'll see how things go for there, okay? And keep your head down in here, you know how trouble likes to follow you."