Rachel jumped up and ran into the waiting room where her father was still sitting and reading a magazine. He looked up when he heard the door open.

"How did it go?" Leroy asked as he sat down his magazine and stood up. What was going on, his daughter had just ran past him headed in the direction of the car. He turned to look back at Dr. St. James, "what happened in there?"

Jesse shrugged his shoulders and continued to look towards the open door of the waiting room. "Our last trigger session was really intense. That's all I am authorized to say." Leroy started towards the man but then realized that he should probably follow Rachel out to the car.

"Fine." Leroy huffed as he headed out to find were Rachel had went. He spotted her leaning against the car, arms folded over her chest as she stared at the ground. Leroy could see her shoulders shaking. What in the world had exactly happened in that session?

Leroy didn't say anything as he approached Rachel with caution. Should he comfort her? Would that be too much too soon for her. Going with his gut he wrapped Rachel in his arms once he was close enough. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't pull away, but put her arms around him as tight as she could.

"Are you okay? Talk to me, Rach." Leroy said as he pulled away after a moment to look at Rachel's face.

"I'm okay." She sniffled and nodded her head. Leroy unlocked the car and reached into the glove box to pull out some Kleenex. "Here." He placed the Kleenex in her hand. Rachel wiped her eyes and turned around to get into the car as Leroy walked around to climb behind the wheel. An awkward silence filled the car as Leroy backed out of is parking space and headed back towards the main road.

"Do you want to talk about what happened in the session?" He asked quietly.

"Not right now." Okay, Leroy could understand that. Whatever had happened in there had been big and he knew that when Rachel wrapped her head around whatever it was, she would share. She had always been that way.

"Is there anywhere you wanted to go while we are here?" Rachel looked out the window as they drove by shops and restaurants.

"We could grab some lunch or early dinner and I want to stop somewhere and get Santana some ice packs, she didn't bring the ones she had the hospital. I swear she is so stubborn sometimes."

Leroy smiled as he listened to Rachel talk about Santana. "Despite how stubborn she is, you take good care of her."

"I love her." That was new, Rachel had thought for a while that she was falling in love with Santana, she had actually never said the words out loud before until today.

"I have to ask..just to make sure so please don't get upset, but are you sure? Are you one hundred percent sure it's love and not just an immense amount of gratitude?"

Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes, she was getting tired of being asked this question. Hadn't her father already asked this question in a different manner?

"I am positive that it's not just gratitude. Do you remember when I was fourteen and Lucas Bishop saved Cookie The Kitten and broke his arm in the process?"

Leroy nodded his head. He disliked that kitten very much, it always thought his face was his personal pillow every single morning. "I don't see what that has to do with Santana though."

"Well, after Lucas saved Cookie, I went over to his house to check on him almost every day, I made him cookies and I treated him like a Prince. That was gratitude love. This with Santana...this is real. I know it is. While I appreciate everything she has done for me, there's so much more there than just appreciation. She's a hard worker, she's funny, she's caring, she's an amazing painter. Oh, you have to see her art room when we get back. She has a bit of a temper, but she's fiercely protective. Every time she smiles or laughs my chest flutters in the good way and when she gets close to me, there's a warmth that radiates my whole body and when she kisses me...fireworks erupt in what used to be my continuous dark world." Rachel smacked her hands against her legs. "So don't ask me if this is gratitude love again because it's not. I know this is real."

Leroy put his right hand up in mock surrender while keeping his other hand on the wheel. "I believe you. I just don't want you to get hurt. And I know I don't have much room to say that but you're still my daughter and I love you more than anything."

"I love you too dad." Rachel smiled tearfully at him.

"Does she know you feel this way about her?" Rachel shook her head as she reached for more Kleenex. She didn't know why explaining how she felt about Santana was making her cry. Maybe she was just tired of everyone asking about it all the time.

"I haven't told her yet. I really want to though."

"I think you should tell her." Rachel looked at him surprised. She could definitely tell Santana how she felt but what if she didn't really feel the same. No matter how much you liked someone and you were pretty sure they liked you back, there was still that small doubt in the back of your mind, saying it was all too good to be true.


The two continued to drive until they found a small quaint cafe to have some lunch at. It was still unusual for Rachel to be spending so much time with her father. In a way it made her miss her Daddy even more. After stopping at a pharmacy to get some ice packs for Santana, Leroy and Rachel headed back to the cabin.

"Are you ready to talk about what happened in your session today?" Leroy asked as glanced across the car to Rachel. She looked tense like she had hoped that he had forgotten all about it.

"I..would like to talk to you and Santana about it together. If that's okay?" She looked up unsure of herself.

"That's perfectly fine. Any reason you want to speak to us together about it?"

"It's just such an unusual thing that I don't know how many times I can repeat it. I am still trying to wrap my head around it myself."

Leroy was still puzzled about what had happened, however if it was this important, should he be calling someone? Chief Sylvester? Ms. Cohen-Chang? His best way to get an answer was to ask. "Do we need to call anyone about this?"

Rachel thought about it a moment. "No, I am sure that Dr. St. James has already reported it, I don't even know if it matters that much to the case itself." She fell silent again as she continued to think about Daniel basically sending her subconscious messages telling her to run. He knew she was awake enough to hear him and reserve that information somewhere in the back of her drug clouded mind.

"Dad..what do you think is going to happen at the trial?" Rachel folded her hands in her lap and looked at her father. Leroy sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He wasn't angry at Rachel, he was angry at the whole situation.

"Well..taking everything into account...they all could get fifteen to life for premeditated attempted murder. Then you add on the additional insurance fraud charges, James shooting a police officer...Conner would be the one to serve the least amount of time most likely."

"Wow..This all still feels like it's not really happening. I never once in my life imagined being in this type of situation and you I am one for pulling out all the stops when it comes to dramatics." Rachel sighed and leaned back in her seat content to just sit quietly until they reached the cabin.

"That you are my dear, that you are."


"Santana...we're back!" Rachel walked through the cabin door expecting to see Santana, she just knew the woman wouldn't stay in bed like she had asked. Instead of seeing Santana, Rachel was greeted by Dax barking and running around wildly. He always got excited when they came through the door, however there was something different about him this time.

"What's wrong boy? Where's Santana?" Dax jumped and barked again heading towards the guest bedroom.

Rachel followed cautiously, she wasn't sure what was wrong, but she just had a feeling in her stomach. She pushed the guest bedroom door open the rest of the way and stepped inside scanning the room looking for Santana. Her stomach hit the floor when she seen Santana sitting next to the bed leaning against it. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing hard and..crying? What in the world had happened.

Rushing to her side Rachel slightly nudged Dax out of the way. "Santana?" Rachel whispered as she cupped Santana's cheeks. "Santana..wake up."

"I'm not asleep." Santana gritted her teeth.

"Santana, what's wrong?! Why are you on the floor like this? Are you hurt..well of course you're hurt. Are you hurt worse?" Rachel motioned around them with her hands.

"My ass hurts a little...I'm fine though." Santana scrunched her face and leaned to the right trying to relieve some of the pressure directly on her tailbone. Rachel gave an exaggerated sigh. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"I heard you pull up and was coming to greet you. I got up too fast and missed the bed going down."

"Did you re damage your ribs. Let me see." Rachel reached forward to grab Santana's shirt and lift it. She was happy to see that Santana had the full rib belt on instead of just the standard size one. Because thus far she had refused to wear the full belt.

"I don't think I did..everything still feels the same, I just had to catch my breath." Rachel nodded to herself and looked to the door to see Leroy standing there. She motioned for him to come into the room. "Dad is going to get you up. Do you want to go into the kitchen or back to bed?"

"I'm going to the kitchen, I am starving."

"Okay, good. I need to talk to you both about something." Santana looked at Rachel from where she was standing and trying to rub her tailbone without being obvious about it.

"What's going on?" Santana asked looking from Leroy to Rachel. Leroy shrugged his shoulders, he honestly didn't know what was going on either. All he knew was that Rachel wanted to talk to both of them together about what happened.

When they arrived in the kitchen Santana gently sat down on one of the island stools. "Okay, tell me about what happened at the clinic?"

Rachel walked past the island and headed towards the pantry to see what she could make Santana to eat. She needed to occupy herself while she explained to them what had happened. "Well, Dr. St. James showed me some pictures and I had a flash back about leaving the apartment. I could see the clock on the wall and we determined that we left about 4:46 PM."

"That's great! So it actually worked? That means that the amount of time missing is shorter. Right?" Santana asked as she watched Rachel move around the kitchen. Rachel nodded her head and held up cheese, butter and bread silently asking if Santana wanted a grilled cheese sandwich for now. She nodded her approval.

"That's not all. We done this experiment where he blind folded me." She paused when she heard Santana growl under her breath. "He played, I guess it was part of the statements when all of the Porter's were arrested and Daniel's voice triggered something. He was the one that told me to come here. Well not here per say, but he told me to run until I found help."

Santana had the most confusing look on her face she swear she had ever made. "You mean to tell me that..the one who kept drugging you...also told you to run? That's...I...I don't know what that is." Leroy was just as speechless.

"My point exactly. Apparently he wasn't giving me the whole amount that they wanted...because I would have been killed by an overdose if he had." Rachel turned her focus back to the grilled cheese she was making for Santana.

"Why though?" Leroy spoke up. "He must have had a reason, because he mentioned nothing about that in any of his statements and he was telling everything he knew."

"Maybe...he just didn't want his brothers to know." Santana shrugged as she eyed the sandwich that Rachel sat in front of her. Right on time her stomach growled. She really was hungry.

"I don't know why he done it either, but the first night I was here. I told Santana that someone was looking out for me. Someone led me here and it turns out it was one of the men trying to kill me...or not trying to kill me. I don't know what to think anymore." Rachel raised her arms in the air, muttering at the sky.


This may be my last update for a while. I hope it's not, but we just had major amounts of rain on top of all the snow we have been trying to dig out of from two weeks ago. To make a long story short, everywhere in my town is starting to flood. The river that is about a thousand feet or so across a field from my house is close to cresting at this time. Water is starting to come out of its banks in other areas not far from my house and lets just say it could really bad before it gets better. It's not raining anymore but we are expected to get sleet and snow tonight and tomorrow. Good vibes and thoughts please for me and everyone who is dealing with crap weather right now.