Author's notes: Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter I really appreciate your thoughts and support as we enter these difficult chapters. This one was much harder than I anticipated it would be. I hope you like it, I'm not sure these next chapters can be enjoyed.

Dr. Wride watches as Jane rocks Betsy in his arms and he knows that he's come to a decision.

Betsy woke up after Lisbon left. She wanted to colour. She found a page with flowers for them to do. She studied the page and picked out a brown crayon and handed it to Jane and then got one for herself. She coloured the ground with the brown, She then chose very dark green to colour the leaves on the flowers. Betsy's colouring is steady and concentrated, not as frantic as her first attempts. She put back the green and studied the box of colours, Jane barely breathed as her fingers pulled out a yellow for both of them which they use to colour the petals of the flower. When she finished she studied the picture once more and added a little circle of yellow in the top right hand corner of the page. Jane did the same.

"That's a beautiful picture."

Betsy held it between her fingers and stared at it for a long moment and then gave a slight nod, she got down on the table and laid the picture on her bed. There was then a knock on the door signalling lunch.

The rest of the day they spent reading books, dinner and watching a video. Jane tried hard to give his full attention to Betsy but his thoughts were in turmoil at the request of Dr, Wride. Yellow indicated progress today, a significant step. He laid down on the couch as soon as Betsy's asleep in bed. He took out his phone and read the text he received from Lisbon asking how he was doing. He pushed reply and stared at the blank screen, he'd no idea what to say. Finally he'd typed out 'fine' and pushed send. He swung his legs around and sat up, and indicated to the mirror for some tea. He stands up and goes to the table where his colouring of the flowers is stuck on the wall at Betsy's insistence after Jane had done the same with hers on the patch of wall next to her pillow. He pulled it off the wall and looked at it,in the hope that it will tell him what to do. His fingers traced the yellow crayon on the flowers and the sun and wonders if he does what they want will it take away this bit of colour she's found in her life. He carefully put the page back on the wall and let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair and looking up to ceiling. He turned to the door as his tea arrived. The tea's very unsatisfying, every swallow seemed to choke him. After only drinking half a cup he set it outside the door and went back to lying on the couch.

He awoke with a start, his heart racing and he could feel the tingle of sweat running down his back. He looked over at Betsy and she's sleeping restlessly. He sat up and leaned back against the couch with his eyes closed trying to concentrate on calming himself but popped them open as the images from his dream stubbornly reappear. Images of monsters and children...Betsy, Charlotte...darkness, evil acts, blood, death. He covered his eyes with a hand only to find it trembling, he brought it down and clasped both hands together trying to get them under control, instead the trembling increased until his whole body was shaking. He took deep breaths, counting slowly. He concentrated on each part of his body, stilling the tremors, his heart rate back to normal.

He opened his eyes as a whimpering sound reached his ear, he rushed to Betsy's side. She's curled in to a ball, but he could see her face and tears rest on her cheeks. He gently reached out to her and touched her arm, shaking it slightly to wake her up. He whispered her name, repeating it louder when there was no reaction. She opened her eyes and within he could see all the fear and more that he'd just experienced. He spoke her name again and when she showed recognition of who he was he gathered her in his arms and sat down on the bed. He held her close to him and rocked back and forth. Her small, thin fingers clung to his vest and she continued to whimper into his chest. He stroked her hair and made soothing noises. As the whimpering began to subside he could make out that she was speaking, it's the same words over and over again, he reeled when he understood.

"No,no,no,no..."

He pulled her in tighter, reassured her that she was safe, she was with him, that they couldn't hurt her any more. He knew as he listened to her chant that he had no choice. The men need to be behind bars so Betsy would be safe, he would do all in his power to protect Betsy and to help her.

The session's arranged for the following day, Jane receives papers from the DA'a office outlining what's needed while Betsy's taking a nap. He works on formulating the best way to get the information and keep Betsy feeling safe. After dinner he sits her down to ask her permission.

Betsy looks at him as he clears his throat.

"You had a nightmare last night about the men that hurt you, didn't you?'

Betsy doesn't respond.

"That's all right you don't have to say anything. I have nightmare's all the time of my little girl. Some one killed her, like they did Katie and I found her. I'm trying to find the bad man who hurt Charlotte, but we have the bad men that hurt you and hurt Katie. Agent Lisbon wants to put them away somewhere where they can't get to you, so they can never hurt you or any other little girls again. Would you like that?"

Betsy nods her head faintly.

"To do that Betsy Agent Lisbon needs to know what happened to you, in your words."

Jane's looking at Betsy intently watching for her reactions, she shifts slightly and her eyes open slightly wider.

"It's not as scary as it sounds, you will be asleep but able to hear my voice and speak back to me. I will ask you questions. You will see pictures in your mind. It will be hard Betsy, it will be like a nightmare except I will be near and you'll feel safe. You feel safe with me don't you?"

She gives a slight nod.

"That's because you know that I will never hurt you. That I'm here to help you and watch over you."

She nods her head again.

"I'll wake you up any time you want me too. And after we're finished, unlike your dreams, you'll feel nice inside and you won't remember what you told me. And I can help you with your dreams."

"What do you think Betsy? Do you understand?"

She looks at him intently and climbs on to his lap and takes his head in her hands. She looks at him, her face full of concern, she strokes his brow, her fingers light on his skin, it makes him aware of the tension in his face, he closes his eyes and lets out a quiet breath to relax himself. He open them and her eyes are level with his own.

"They're in my head."

She gives the tiniest of smile and wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls her into him taken aback once more at the maturity her experience has given her. He whispers in her ear.

"I know, I know. I'll do what I can."