A/N: Okay so this is a crazy insane detour that would never actually happen but it's what I am choosing to do with Nick, so please accept one crazy unrealistic chapter and then we can get back into it.

NICK POV:

I wake up in a white room, it doesn't look like the room I had before... did they move me? I feel an itch on my nose but when I go to scratch I notice my hands are restrained, what the hell? I look around the room trying to figure out what is going on, I realize there are no windows... strange.

I don't know how long I was in that room for, hours or days, but finally the door opened. It was a nurse.

Nick: "Where am I? Why was I moved? and why in the hell am I restrained?"

Nurse: "You're in the Psych ward Mr. Gonzales, those restraints are for your own safety... you were brought in experiencing a psychotic break."

Nick: "What? that's ridiculous, I'm not crazy. And I was brought in for a broken leg! I want to see someone important, get me a doctor or whoever your boss is."

Nurse: "Unfortunately its time to take your meds again, I doubt you'll be able to stay conscious for much longer after your dose."

She starts approaching me with a needle, fuck what kind of nightmare am I in?

Nick: "Don't you dare stick me with that thing! Help! SOMEBODY HELP!"

I quickly felt myself slipping away, those were some damn powerful drugs.

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I slowly opened my eyes, it was driving me crazy... no clock, no window, I had no way of knowing how much time had passed. I was still tied to this damn bed and the fear and panic of being trapped here forever had started to grip me.

The door opened and finally I saw someone who knew I wasn't crazy

Nick: "Calliope! Thank god, you have to help me. There has been a terrible mistake, you have to get me out of here."

Callie: "But I'm the one that put you in here Uncle Nick."

She says that, like it obvious, like it isn't the craziest thing I've ever heard.

Nick: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Callie: "When I first found out... I didn't know what to do. If I told my dad I'd be breaking my sister's trust. If I went straight to the police... any evidence is long gone, and seeing you officially get away with what you did could mess up Rea more. But then I realized I own a hospital. When you attacked my baby sister, you had all the power... now, I have it."

That little bitch.

Callie POV:

Once I started throwing my weight around, I saw Nick's face change, and it was like his decent person mask slipped off and I could finally see him for the monster he was. It was contorted in rage and indignation.

N: "Whatever she told you... she's just looking for attention, you know me Callie. I wouldn't hurt your family, for crying out loud your father is my best friend."

C: "I know what she told me is true, because I saw it in your eyes the second I said her name. It wasn't a look of confusion, it was a look of hate."

N: "Because that little cunt's lies have ended with me being imprisoned in the damn looney bin!"

C: "Well consider me your warden, and I get to decide if you ever see the sun again, so play nice."

My pager goes off, so I get up to leave.

N: "You're not going leave me here, didn't you take some kind of an oath?"

C: "You are harm incarnate, and I will keep you here until I can be assured you are no longer a threat."

N: "You won't get away with this."

C: "You of all people know what someone can get away with."

I exit and and pass Lorraine, I broke all kinds of rules to help her sick son once and she was still barely keeping her head above water trying to cover the costs. I know what I am doing it wrong but, is it any more wrong than letting him out to hurt other women?

I am covering Lorraine's remaining bills and she is giving Nick an injection of Ambien every 6 hours.

I am trying to limit what she knows so she won't be blamed if I get caught doing this, right now she is just a nurse filling a doctor's orders.

I race back down to the ER so no one will realize I'm missing.

I told Rea and Jackson that I turfed Nick to another hospital so she wouldn't have to deal with him being here and re promised not to tell dad.

I just needed to keep reminding myself why I was doing this, my sister couldn't have been his first victim, he's old enough that if he was capable of such a crime it would have presented and manifested way earlier. I would keep him here hidden until I could get a confession on tape or... I don't know, but doing nothing and letting him go on with his life without any consequences wasn't an option.

I googled some information during my next break and found out Washington is a "two-party" consent state, meaning any recording of a confession had to be made with his permission, I couldn't just trick him.

I know what I am doing is crazy and dangerous, and I am starting to panic, I don't want to get in trouble, to go to jail... oh god I could lose Sofia! I now felt physically ill over what I had done.

I decided I needed help, and I called someone I never expected to call again.

phone: "Hello?"

Callie: "Mom, I need your help."

Lucia Torres POV:

I hadn't spoken to my first born child since before her "wedding," but I know she had been just as offended and disappointed with my shortcomings as I was with hers so whatever had happened must have been severe for her to call me.

I was in California for a lecture at Stanford, it was only an hour and 45 minute flight so I decided to journey to Seattle to find out what was wrong with Calliope.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered. My baby had been hurt... violated by someone we trusted and now Callie will likely rot in jail for trying to protect her baby sister.

I always did think it was strange Astraea took that gap year, it was so unlike her... I should have trusted my instincts and pushed harder to find out what was wrong, I can't believe my little girl suffered in silence for so long, all by herself.

I don't want Nick to get away with what he has done to my family but legally there are not a lot of options. Unfortunately nowadays drug possession will get you a longer sentence than sexual assault or rape, if it can ever be proved.

I have an idea, and it is just as wrong and illegal as Calliope's was. I go to church and pray, I pray harder than I ever have before. I am seeking god's guidance but also his forgiveness because I know there is now a good chance I will be joining my oldest child in hell.

Callie POV:

My mom came up with an idea, to essentially frame Nick for possession and trafficking. It was all so fucked up. But it was more concrete then any idea I had, this way he would be in prison where he belonged and not just stashed somewhere in the hospital.

I had to go find the clothes he was brought in with and try to get traces of drugs into the fibers, I had to go to his hotel, lucky they love me from when I practically lived there and with another 8 month stay paid for in advance, they agreed to turn off cameras allowing me to get into his hotel room.

Mom and I went over the plan countless times, she even came by my place and held Sofia for the first time, it was such a bizarre thing to bond over but somehow this was bringing us back together.

If nothing else we both loved Rea, and would do whatever we needed to protect her, at least we could see eye to eye on that.

When it finally came time to call the police, I had to clue Rea into what was happening. She was fucking lIVID. But it softened her up to know Mom and I had reconciled a bit over it.

I told police that Nick, a long time family friend had come to me asking for passage on the hospital's charter plane to Surrey, British Columbia, Canada. That if I didn't comply he was going to take a bunch of sleeping pills and claim I had drugged him against his will and imprisoned him in the hospital. Like anyone would believe such a crazy story.

It was a tense couple weeks but he finally went down. He realized when talking to the police in order for them to believe what he claimed I did to him they would need my motive and he would have to confess to what he did to Astraea. He was finally out of our lives, and I truly believe even if it was gone about the wrong way, the world is a better place for what my Mother and I did.