Two weeks. Rose has been in the hospital for two weeks, and she hated it. The doctors and nurses here were just trying to ruin her life. They wouldn't let her go for runs, or do any form of exercise. Walking was limited, instead of three meals a day, she was forced to eat six slightly smaller ones. She felt the way her weight slightly filled out around her ribs and hips and when she had first discovered it washing in the shower had become inconsolable for hours, the nurse finally having to get her mother on the phone, which only slight helped.

She was stuck between two opposite sides. One side loved her anorexia. It made her strong and beautiful, and she was happy, it never wanted to recover, that side had most control.

The other side had been slowly growing bigger the longer she stayed here though, the side that was ashamed of the position she had put herself into, ashamed that she had lost herself to an eating disorder, and felt guilt every time of of her siblings looked at her with sadness, or her mother's held her ever so stronger, as if scared she going to slip away. That was the side Rose was currently stuck on, as she sat with her family in a small lounging room of the hospital, and she realised that they all had to come the hour drive away to visit her, instead of the two minute walk down the hall,as she realised Kodi must of left band slightly early to come see her, and Adelyn was giving up study time for a History exam she had last week, and the guilt stayed heavily on her for the whole visit.

As they had gotten up to leave, Rose had called her mother's back, asking if she could speak to them for a minute alone, and Adelyn took charge of getting the other four back to the car.

"I'm sorry. I messed up. I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry you for doing this to you. You've done so much for me and you're such awesome mom's and I repaid you by nearly starving myself to death, you deserve better than me." Rose tells them as error face crumbles, thick tears falling from her eyes.

"Rose. No, you're not an idiot. You got sick. You need to stop apologies for it, I'm sorry we didn't notice sooner. "

"I want to go home. Please, I want to go home," Rose sobs out as she grips onto JJ's sweater.

"I know sweetheart. I know, but you need to get better first. Just a few more weeks and you'll be back where you belong. I promise," Emily tells her as she runs her fingers through her golden locks.

The mother's in an attempt to relax from the day, had put a movie on quietly as they sat on the couch, JJ's legs thrown over Emily's lap as her head rested on her shoulder, Emily's armed looped around her waist as she lay her head atop her wives, a simple smile gracing her face as she rubs circles on JJ's hip, a slither of skin shown between her t-shirt and shorts, as she listens to the noise of four of her kids moving around upstairs.

"Penny for your thoughts?" JJ's voice pulls her back into the moment.

"You can get them for free. I was just thinking about how lucky I am, that you took a chance on me all them years ago, and that we have built such a beautiful family."

"We do have a pretty awesome bunch of kids. If anyone should feel lucky, it's me, you make me the happiest person alive, you know. I love you,"

"I love you too Jennifer," Emily tells her,, leaning down to press her lips against the ones she knows so well, and JJ can't stop the flutter in her chest from the feeling, despite the time they have been together, Emily still takes her breath away.

"Mom's?" A small voice pulls them out from each other, and jumping they turn around.

"Petunia! What can we do for you my darling?"

"Can I invite Kayla over for dinner tomorrow?"

"Who's Kayla?" Emily asks her daughter, a confused look on her face as she had not heard her mentioned before.

"She's in my class, and we've spent our breaks together the past few weeks." Petunia tells her mothers quietly looking down at the ground.

"Of course you can, find out what she likes to eat, and if she is allergic to anything," JJ tells her as she pats her side, as well as she can from the position she was in.

As Petunia runs back up the stairs, her phone in hand, JJ and Emily turn to each other smiling.

"She's has a friend?" Emily says slowly.

"She's has a friend!" JJ repeats, before her arms tighten around Emily and she squeals into her neck with happiness.

With her original birth certificate by her side, she begins the search of her parents names, Abigail Hastings and Samuel Raleigh, with other a thousand Abigail Hastings she tries for Samuel hoping that it would provide less names, and it does, 318 in the states, narrowing it down to ones that lived in Blair, Nebraska she found only one Samuel, along with his name, came a bundle of records, a marriage certificate and three birth certificates. With curiosity she clicks on the marriage certificate, and feels her stomach drop as she notices that fifteen years ago, just a month after her first birthday, Samuel Raleigh and Abigail Hastings were married, clicking back she moves onto the birth certificates, seeing that the names of parents on all were Abigail and Samuel Raleigh. Blyth, aged thirteen, Finn, aged eleven and Casey aged eight.

Her biological parents had three more children, three more children that they kept. Shaking her head, Ginny could feel her hands begin to shake as her breathing picks up. They couldn't have, they just couldn't. Opening a new tab on her browser she pulled open Facebook, using the email connected to Samuel's information, searches for him, the profile picture causing any doubt to leave her mind. Seeing her own eyes staring back at her from the man on her screen, her hair and skin colour showing on the young child with him. Her shaking increases as she slams the laptop down in front of her and stands, her fingers tangling in her hair as she paces across the dorm room. Her mind ran a mile a minute as her breathing quickened, but only one thought stuck at the front of her mind.

Why wasn't she good enough to keep?

Dylan sat on the floor of his mother's closet, silent tears making tracks down his cheeks, another private training session with coach has caused his body to finally submit to the pain he was feeling, and the mental battle in his head wasn't doing many favours either.

Dylan couldn't keep this up for any longer, he was living in constant fear and pain, recently struggling to find sleep and when he does it's short lived and full of nightmares. It was all just too much for him. But he couldn't see many ways out. He knew that it would kill his mother's, and the coach has threatened both his older sister's at school, although he couldn't get to Rose at the moment with her is the hospital, Adelyn was still at risk, and he couldn't put her at risk. He only saw one way out, and although it would cause his family pain, he at least knew it wouldn't put them at risk, and eventually they would cope with it.

Which is how he found himself gripping one of his mother's gun for the second time in his life, although this time there was a difference of attitude.

Dylan, at the young of of 9, turned to his slightly older sister, eleven year old Rose, in shock as they looked at their living room window, a large hole in part of it where their football had just flown through it, causing a large smashing sound to echo through the house. They could their household reacting, quick footsteps from upstairs as their Mama and Adelyn rushed towards the noise, and a door near the back of the house as their Mom left the office. Rose looked quickly at Dylan, and decided that she had to keep her little brother out of trouble, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the living room and into the kitchen, checking the hallway, she sees her mother go into the living room, and pulls him out, running up the hallway towards the back door, but on her way sees that the door to her mother's office was still open, pulls him in their without thinking and the pair of mischievous siblings hid under the desk to avoid being spotted.

"ROSE! DYLAN!" They heard an angry Emily yell she inevitably saw the broken window, hearing both mothers and their older sister begin to look for them.

Eventually the mother's did find them, after checking the kitchen, and backyard, and upstairs, JJ noticed the office door was still open, and the gig was up. Dylan lay on his bed, eyes still red from crying over his three week grounding, one week for playing with the ball in the house after having been told not to multiple times, one for breaking the window, and another for going into the office, which both kids knew was forbidden. No TV, no going out with friends, and his and Roses playtime had been cut down to an hour a day. As far as Dylan was concerned it was unfair. Suddenly the walkie talkie he had stashed under his bed crackled.

"Clyde?" Rose's voice came out quietly from where she was whispering in the room down the hall.

Scrambling he grabbed the walkie talkie and quickly tipped toed to his closet, shutting the door behind him. "Bonnie? Over"

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble. Over"

"It's not your fault. I had fun. Over"

"When we were in mom's office I saw a safe, on the wall. Like the ones you see in movies. Over,"

"The ones that have all the important information in it? That the says need to break into? Over" Dylan says with slightly upped volume.

"Yeah. It had a keypad. Looks like it had 4 digits. Over."

"We have to crack it open, our first proper spy mission."

"We need to get into the office first."

"I saw where Mommy put the spare key last time she had to use it."

"Clyde, the stairs are creaking. Speak later. Over,"

Both kids climbed back to their beds, throwing themselves down into it, Rose making it just before someone knocks on the door, Adelyn letting her know that dinner is nearly ready and to wash up, passing the message onto Dylan as well.

Four days later, they found themselves in the house alone JJ taking Adelyn to the mandatory counseling she needed after being given involved in a federal case, and Emily taking Ginny to a computing group. And Dylan, grabbing the notebook he had written out the possible codes in along with his pencil, ran down the stairs with Rose, the two dragging a chair over to the kitchen counter, allowing Rose to climb onto it, and get the spare office key from on top of the fridge.

"You try the codes and I'll keep an eye out for everyone, let me know if you crack it." Rose tells him as they look at the safe in their office, Dylan dropping down in front of it, while Rose runs to the now fixed living room window. She's only there for three minutes before a strong alarm starts to go off through the house, and running through to Dylan, sees him hitting random buttons on the screeching safe.

"What happened!"

"So if you put in five wrong combinations, it sets an alarm off,"

"How do we stop it?" Rose asks, joining Dylan in hitting buttons on the keypad.

"I don't know!"

They tried for twenty minutes before Rose looked at Dylan, defeat in her eyes.

"We're screwed,"

The two sat on the sofa, waiting for their mother's to come home and the inevitable trouble they were in, when suddenly the safe fell silent, and looking at each other in surprise, run through to the office, looking at the case in surprise.

By the time they had tried a thousand combination they first grew tired of the challenge, but then determined to get into the safe.

Just under a year later, the mothers were both upstairs, Emily went up to have a shower, JJ sorting out laundry, Adelyn and Ginny working on homework in the dining room. As they grew older they also grew bolder, and Dylan found himself perched in front of the safe, while Rose stood by the slightly cracked door, listening for stairs or doors, and finally the red light that had been taunting him for the last year turned green, and the door clicked.

"Bonnie, it's open,"

Rose abandoned her post immediately, running next to Dylan and helping him open the door. The first thing they noticed was the gun sitting on the top shelf and Rose couldn't stop her hands from reaching from it, the forbidden item calling her, their first real spy mission was finally over, and they did it. Dylan quickly reached over and grabbed the gun, turning it over in his hands, wonder in his eyes.

"Clyde, files at the bottom. They look like important," Rose whispers from Dylan's side, causing Dylan to drop the gun on the floor beside him.

Their eyes were fully drawn to the government files on the bottom shelf, and rushed to grab them, their haste causing them to fall out, papers and pictures spreading across the floor. Nothing could've prepared the newly turned ten and twelve years old for seeing that. Rose staring blankly into the dead eyes of a young girl around her age, who had cuts covering what parts of her body she could see, and a gash across her throat.

Dylan, turned to panic, immediately scrambling backwards, in an attempt to get away from the pictures, but seeing them wherever he turned.

"Rose. Rose. What do we do? Rose!" Dylan yelled at his sister, panicking as he saw a picture of a man speared on a pike.

Rose had frozen. She could hear Dylan yelling at her, faintly, but couldn't comprehend the words or make a move to reply as her eyes were unwillingly locked on the pictures in front of her, as she shook and began to cry.

Dylan quickly realised that this was a situation Rose couldn't control and called for his next best option. "ADELYN! ADELYN!"

The sheer distress had not only Adelyn but also the mother's, who had heard his loud yell from the upper floor, running for him, Adelyn getting their a second before the mother's and taking in the screen in panicky.

Dylan was pressed against the wall , standing, as he stared at the roof, trying to keep his eyes off the photos, Rose sitting in the middle of photos, appearing to be in shock as she stared down at the pictures crying.

"Rose. Dylan. Come here," Adelyn told them with a strong urgency in her voice, as she went to try and get her siblings, just as the mother's arrived.

"Adelyn stop. Can you take care of Ginny please." Emily says as she pushes Adelyn away from the office. "We don't want you seeing this stuff either."

Emily scoped Rose up in her arms, JJ doing the same with Dylan before they carried the two troublesome children were up to the master bedroom, placing the kids on the bed, before crouching in front of them, glancing at each other, unsure what they were supposed to do.

"Them pictures must've been awful to see," JJ said softly, looking at her two children.

"Why would someone do that?" Rose asked quietly as she looks up at her mom's.

"You know how when you do something bad, or go to do something bad, and something inside tells you to stop, or makes you feel bad about it?" Emily asks softly looking at the kids, seeing them nod in reply. "Well some people don't have that, and they can't tell when they're doing something wrong. Me and Mama work really hard to stop people like that from hurting others,"

"How did you two manage to get into the safe?"JJ asks.

"We cracked it. We've been trying for a while. It was just for fun."

"There's a reason we have put rules in place guys. We didn't want you going into the office because we didn't want you to see that stuff."

"I'm sorry," They both mutter quietly.

"Is there anything you want to say? Or ask about?" Emily asks, knowing both the kids in front of them have somehow gained their stubbornness and won't ask for help even when they need it.

"We held the gun," Dylan let slip past his lips, all three heads snapping towards him.

"You what! How many times have we told you that you're never to touch a gun, it's too dangerous! You're lucky you didn't get hurt." Emily nearly screened as she felt her stomach drop at the thought of the kids playing with a real gun.

"You both need to promise us, you will never touch a gun again, and you will never step a foot into our office. Okay guys? It's for your own good," JJ said, holding onto both of the children's chins so she could look both of them in the eye.

"You're also both grounded. A month. No TV, no games, you go to school you come home. For the first two weeks when you're home you need go be with one of us or Adelyn. No wandering off alone, until you can earn back our trust," Emily said, fear still in her voice.

Both kids had instead they were fine as the quietly headed for their rooms to sleep. Within an hour, the mother's heard their door being pushed open and seen Dylan's head peak around it, before he climbed in between his mother's, not even half an hour later, his partner in crime climbing in next to him, her eyes red as she snuggled into Emily, the same way Dylan was to JJ.

The mother's locked eyes together, sadness in them as the young children shake with tears between them, the horror of their job to much.

The code on the safe was changed that night, as well as the bedroom safe to be sure, and was then changed every year.

Although Dylan kept his promise to the mother's and stayed away from their safes, both bedroom and office, Rose did not, and four months ago, Dylan had came into his mother's bedroom looking for his jeans and saw as Rose ran her finger along the top of the service weapon. She had managed to crack it easily,using a filter on her camera, figuring out what buttons were used and guessed the code. She told him, and when the choice to put an end to his life was final, he headed straight for the gun safe. And now here he is, a finger on the trigger as he shakes, wondering if this really is the best idea.