Okay come on guys, but how quick was this for me? :P Disregarding the fact i'm going to fail my geography GCSE on Monday because my brain has just decided it wants to write, overall i'm quite pleased with how i've thought this out. Case fics are not my strongest point :P i tend to lose the plot a bit.

Thank you SO SO SO much to everyone that reviewed last chapter, sorry if i didn't reply personally but as you may have guessed i'm in the middle of exams and i don't want you to think i don't appreciate them all because i do, i'm just crazy busy and stressed and everything.

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Chapter 11

They'd arrived at the hospital and gone straight to the Chief of the place, who had directed them to a Doctor who'd actually been there at the time that Clarissa Rosen had been born. In turn he had directed her to the nurse that had been involved in the case. They'd walked around a lot of floors and gotten lost twice, but eventually they were there talking to Nurse Edwards, who, apparently remembered the baby.

"She was a sweet thing, but she was ever so small," the brown haired woman sighed, "it's always terrible when the little ones die, her mother was so young as well, it was all very odd."

"How old was the mother?" Lisbon asked, and Jane could practically hear her brain ticking round.

"I'd have to check to confirm it but she can't have been more than about seventeen."

"I appreciate that you have patient confidentiality laws you have to stick to, but is there anything, any observations you made about this girl?"

The woman looked Lisbon up and down, she had very perceptive eyes, Lisbon noticed. "She came in with another woman, her mother. She did a lot of the talking. The girl herself was very quiet, I remember because she rarely looked straight at me. I'm still not convinced that she was there completely, but she seemed bright, you know how you can tell with some of them? She came in with a bruise on her eye and more bruising on her arm and a little on her stomach. She said she'd fallen down the stairs."

"Did you think that that was the truth?"

The woman looked at her, "Agent Lisbon I understand what you're thinking right now, but the truth was when I asked her about it, she backed up the story she was adamant that she'd fallen down the stairs. There was nothing we could have done, she had her baby, it died, and a day later she was gone – against recommendations I can assure you. But I didn't tell you that," she said.

"Thank you," Lisbon nodded.

"Can we see where she stayed?" Jane asked, butting in.

"Sure," the nurse said, "Wait here for a minute."

"If Clarissa's mother was that young," Lisbon started.

"That seventeen year old Natalie talked about," Jane continued.

"What they were doing, it got her pregnant."

"They brought her here to have the baby – maybe they had to for some reason."

"We need that name," Lisbon said, "We need to know her name."

"I doubt they brought her here under her actual name."

"I'm going to ring the office and talk to Natalie, see if she can remember the girls name that she mentioned. She said she went away but they still have the baby, they might have… gotten rid of her."

Jane shook his head, "they make a profit out of these girls, she might still have her uses, they probably keep her there, use the baby as a way of making sure she stays?"

"We're jumping to a lot of conclusions here-" she started.

"Come on," he said, "it makes sense, everything adds up. A woman comes in with a young pregnant girl, claiming to be her mother, she has the baby but the baby dies, quite conveniently, it has to be the girl Natalie told us about."

"I'm going to call Natalie, see if she remembers anything," she said, looking at him. "And I hope you're right, this is the first real break we've had," she sighed, turning away and dialing Van Pelt's desk number.

"Van Pelt," she said, after a few rings.

"Hey," she said, "Can you put Natalie on for a second?"

"Sure," she said, "She just here – everything okay?"

"We might have just caught a break on the case," Lisbon said, "I'll explain properly when we get back,"

"Okay Boss."

"Hello?" Natalie said into the receiver.

"Hi Natalie, it's me, I was wondering if you could tell me something that might help with the case?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"The older girl you talked about, the seventeen year old that went away? Can you remember her name?"

"Her name was Claudia," Natalie said.

"Can you remember if she ever told you her last name?" Lisbon asked softly, hoping, praying this girl had been clever enough to broadcast that information.

"Plume," Natalie said immediately, "Claudia told everyone that when they weren't there, if you could remember your last name, you told everyone it. I don't really know why I guess it was just something we did, in case something like what happened to me happens. Not that we thought it would, they always told us if we tried to run away that they'd find us," she said, and Lisbon could hear the fear in their voice, "I'm scared for the other girls," she said softly, "Miss. Cathy, and her friends, they're going to be angry," the anxiety and slow build up of panic was clear again in her voice and Lisbon tried her best to calm her down.

"Hey Natalie listen," she spoke softly, "your friends are strong, and they have each other. When you're around people you care about it makes it all easier, they'll be okay because they're together. We're trying our best to find them, hopefully they won't have to be there for too much longer."

It might have been her imagination, but she could have sworn she heard Natalie's breathing become a little steadier, "Thank you," she said quietly, reverting to the nervous girl she'd been when they found her.

"Anytime," she said quietly, as she looked round she saw Jane approaching, and spoke again "I have to go Natalie, but I'll see you a bit later."

"Okay," she said, "Bye."

"Bye," Lisbon said smiling sadly, and then she hung up.

"You alright?" he asked, moving his hand up to brush her arm.

She nodded, "we have a name," she looked up at him, "Claudia Plume."

Nurse Edwards approached, "The girl," Lisbon started, "that came in, was her name Claudia Plume?"

"No," the woman said, looking at the file, "Her name was Claire Peters," she said, frowning slightly. "You wanted me to show you the room?"

"Yes," Jane said, not breaking eye contact with Lisbon. They both knew what the other was thinking.

They hung back a little, speaking in hushed tones as the nurse briskly walked to where the girl had stayed. "That name is too much of a coincidence," Jane whispered, "it has to have been her."

"But if they were changing her name then why make it quite so obvious, why not change it completely?"

"They never expected anyone to be looking for her, not now, ask Van Pelt to search her name, but I bet she was abducted a long time ago. They'll have changed her appearance, and the false name was just so no one recognized the name from years ago. The same initials, easier to remember and the girl was less likely to slip up." He said softly.

Jane was right, the pieces were beginning to fit together, and it was good to finally be getting somewhere but it was no good if they still had no clue where the girls were being held.

"In here," the nurse said, showing them into what was luckily an unoccupied room. "I'll leave you to it," she said, "I'll be just outside."

Lisbon looked around, it was a typical hospital room, the clinical smell and the neat layout, the crisp white sheets, so clean you don't want to taint them, much less bleed or throw up all over them. She'd seen the inside of hospitals a lot more than she cared to admit. She knew what it was like to be in that bed, or worse to be sitting outside in the waiting room, waiting for someone to tell you what was going on.

He watched her with interest, he had his own demons when it came to the inside of hospital walls, though the ones that haunted him were very different to that of a medical hospital. Padded walls and locked rooms were part of his, but the clinical, disinfectant smell was the same to whichever kind of hospital you went to. They had a constant thing going there, he decided.

"She was all alone," Lisbon said softly, he wasn't even sure she was aware that she'd spoken the words.

He looked at her sad eyes, and for a second glimpsed a little of the vulnerability she usually hid so well when they were out and about in the world. But right now it was shining clear in her eyes, and he was reminded of the heaviness of this case, and how personally she was taking it.

"She was strong," he said, trying to find a way of comforting her. After the night they'd just shared it took everything he had not to go and wrap his arms around her, kiss her lips softly and whisper that everything would be okay.

"She was seventeen," she said, sitting down on the other side of the bed and looking away from him. "They made her come here; she must have desperately wanted to get out. But she couldn't tell, because they wouldn't leave her for a second with anybody. She had to deal with all of this by herself, at seventeen."

He walked round and sat down next to her, "We'll find them you know, we will."

"And if we don't?" she turned to him, scolding herself internally for the build up of tears in her eyes. "I know what it's like to feel alone."

She felt his hand grasp hers tightly, and while at any other time she would have pulled away, she was thankful for the contact. His next words were so quiet she'd wondered if she was just day dreaming, but the meaningful look in his eyes told her otherwise. "You're not anymore."

She smiled a little, and thought of Natalie. "You're right, she was strong. She might have left something here, something that would help us." She got up off the bed and began to inspect the room, without saying anything, he followed.

A few minutes later, and she heard a slightly excited cry, "Lisbon!"

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Emily xxx