AN: I would just like to reply to the two guests, who wished to see Callie adopted by Stef and Lena.

If you are reading my story, waiting for Stef and Lena to adopt Callie - I'm sorry to tell you, you won't see that. I have said it before (see my note in Chapter 41). But I can repeat it - Callie is in a loving, caring home. Living with a person, who she loves and who loves her. It is simple as that! Yes - Amy fucked up by telling Cooper. But who hasn't screwed up at least once in their life. Everyone has! Amy is just a person (fictional) after all. She made a mistake. One that she regrets. There is no reason for Callie to be taken out of her home.

Yes, I know, many (most) are huge fans of Callie -Stef/Lena relationship. I am too. I love them on the show. But in this story, I am trying to explore different kind of relationship. Friendship that they built because they met under different circumstances. With this story, I am simply trying to give you diversity. I am trying to write different kind of relationship between these character. If you want to see Callie adopted by Stef and Lena - there are hundredth of stories on this site(wonderful, amazing, well written stories!) where you can read that.

Sorry to disappoint you, but Stef&Lena won't adopt Callie in my story. If you only read my story waiting for it to happen, I am sorry that I wasted your time.

Lena POV

Once I realized it was Callie with whom Stef was talking downstairs, I didn't hesitate to make my way down to the kitchen. I heard Callie's slow, slurred, but loud speech by afar, before I even reached the hallway.

They were both standing in the middle of the kitchen. I saw no sign of Stef's gun anywhere in the room. Stef was trying desperately to get Callie to sit down, but Callie had other thoughts.

"Yes, we will talk" Stef reassured her "Lets go sit down, okay?" Stef pointed to the nook area "We can sit down and talk" Callie was swaying in her stand. Stef's hands were extended towards Callie, ready to help if the girl looses her balance.

"No, but I…I n-ne-need to t-ta-talk to you" Callie slurred back, waving her finger around in the air. It took her a while till she managed to blur out "It is inp-indpord…important!"

"And we will talk. Let's go sit down first" Stef repeat trying to get Callie to walk to the nook area

"Y-You need…to stop…Stop! And l-listen to...listen to meee!" Callie waved her hands around

"Callie" the moment I said her name, she stopped

"D-Did…did you heeer dat?" Callie looked up to the ceiling, trying to locate from where the voice came "Dat was wiiiierd…where dat come from?"

I walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around once I my fingers touches her shoulder.

"Leeeee-naaaa!" She threw her arms around me once she was facing me

Few seconds later she leaned out of the hug. When I finally got a glance of her face, I saw her flushed cheeks. Her alcohol breath hit me the next moment.

Callie tossed around again, she was on suddenly on a mission to walk somewhere. As she walked...wobbled, she bumped into things. At first, she wobbled too far to the right side and bumped into the kitchen island table. She knocked over the stool that was by the table and when it fell it made a loud bang. When the stool fell and she wanted to step over it, she tripped over it and fell on the ground herself.

Stef and I both wanted to hurry up to her and help her up, but she was determent to get up on her own and waved us off. Callie dusted off her shirt when she finally found a way up.

"Callie, you are drunk. Let us help you to the couch" Stef said taking step closer, her arm stretch out towards the girl. I could tell Stef just wanted to help her, put her to bed as soon as possible, so she could sleep this off.

Callie took a small step back, swayed in her stand. When she looked between us, she raised her index finger up and then pressed it to her chest "Am not drunk. Tipsy!" she said and then she started to hiccup

Callie turned her back to us and wobbled to the sofa, hiccuping on the way. Callie patted on the sofa "Sit…sit…we talk now!"

Stef and I share a look, we both sight at the same time. Stef scratches her forehead and then shaking her head she walks up the girl "Come on, honey…let's get you to bed"

"No! No…no! We talk…important!" Callie was determinant to talk to us

"What is so important that can't wait, honey?" Stef was getting desperate

"You…know Amy right?" Callie asked and wobbled my way

"Of course we know Amy. She is your mom, Callie" I said placing my hands on her shoulder. I turn her around and guide back to the sofa "Speaking of your mom, she is probably worried about you, Callie"

"I not care" Callie slurred out, she took the three steps to the sofa and fell on the sofa ungracefully, she grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it close to her chest "Mad at her! Very mad!"

And then out of nowhere she started to cry, holding the pillow close to her chest. I quickly hurry up to her. I sit down next to her and wrap my left hand around her shoulder. Callie pressed her chin to the pillow and sobbed out again, this time louder.

"Why are you crying, love?" I ask softly moving some hair out of her face

"I don't wanna be mad at her" Callie said quietly and tapped on her chest "Still love her…but maaad"

"We know, honey" I reply softly, rubbing my hand up and down her back

"She go behind my back…mad at her" Callie slurred out, looking to me, silent tears running down her cheeks "You tell her…she did wrong!"

"She already knows, honey. Amy is very sorry" Stef said sitting down on the other side of her "Amy feels really, really bad for what she did. Your mom knows she did wrong" Stef spoke like she knew what the fight was about. In truth, neither I nor Stef, knew exactly what was it about.

Callie placed the pillow on her legs and wrapped her hand around her stomach. When she did that, I realized that Callie doesn't have the flushed cheeks anymore. Her cheeks now held a kind of pale sick-ish tone. She also had that look in her eyes that meant only one thing.

Stef POV

These things happen fast. And who knows when Callie's night of drinking started. Callie threw up second after Lena had called out – she's gonna puke!

Lena took the puking and sick Callie to the first floor bathroom, while I was left to deal with the vomit on our carpet. Little bit of puke also landed on the side of the sofa and pillow that was in her lap.

Good thing I am immune to vomit. In my life I have handled so many vomit, neither the smell nor look affects me. Lena was on the same level of hardening about vomit as I was. I guess that power comes with being parent.

After I clean up the vomit in the kitchen I head to bathroom to check how they were doing. I hear a flush sound. When I peaked a look in I see that Callie is leaned over the toilet seat. She wasn't throwing up, not at the moment, but I heard groans coming from Callie. Lena was kneeled down next to Callie and at the moment, Lena was taking her hair up in a messy bun.

Right after Lena was finished making the bun for Callie, there was another round of puke and Lena moved back to rubbing Callie's back softly. I took this time to head back to the kitchen.

I open the top drawer where I had stashed my gun, right when I walked in the house with Callie. I switch off the lights in kitchen and head upstairs to lock up the gun and then call Amy.

"Stef?" By the tone of her voice, I could tell Amy wasn't asleep. She was probably up, worried sick about where Callie was.

"Hey, I just call to inform you that Callie's here. She is drunk. Lena's with her, she is not hurt…just drunk" I didn't dance around the bushes. I knew Amy didn't need small talk.

Amy didn't reply at once. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while "I will be there as soon as possible. Thank you for calling"

Amy hung up the next second, our talk was very short. When I looked at my phone it showed that it was just 8 seconds long call and that it was 5:23 AM in the morning. I feel a breeze of wind and for a moment I didn't understand from where was it coming.

But then I remember the shattered window. Luckily it was a warm night and a little wind in the room did nothing bad. I leave the window alone and head to the closet to grab a clean shirt and PJ pants for Callie.

I make my way down to the living room and set up the couch for Callie to sleep off her drunkenness. After I was done in living room, I head back to bathroom.

"Amy should be here in 10" I inform Lena when I walk in the room. I was sure, about 98% sure, that this drinking was connected to the fight that Amy and Callie have had. Callie wouldn't react this way otherwise.

Lena flushed the water, when Callie leans away from the toilet and moved to sit with her back against the cupboard. Callie looked pale and exhausted, and honestly, she looked like crap. I put the clothes down for now and grab a towel. I got a small side of it wet, I squeeze out the water and crouched down to Callie.

"How are you feeling?" I ask Callie when Lena reached for the clothes

Callie's response was just a groan. I wipe the towel over her face and neck to clean her up a bit.

"She was just dry heaving. We can probably move her to sofa and just in case put a bucket down" Lena says to me when I dry Callie's face with the other side of the towel. Callie was totally out of it. I was sure she won't remember anything from this night.

We pulled her hands out of the sleeves first and then lifted the shirt over her head. When we were ready to get her hands through the clean shirt I noticed something on her arm that got my attention. Lena saw the bruises on her arm as well. We both stopped for a second and just stared at the bruise and then we shared a worried look with one another. The bruise was some few days old, but you could still see the finger prints.

We finish changing her in the clean clothes and take off her sandals.

"Okay, little miss drunk…let's get you to bed" I say when I help Callie stand on her feet

"I don't wanna sleep. I'm a big girl" Callie whined back as we walk out of the bathroom

"Sleep is good. You will feel much better after you have a sleep!" Lena said walking on the other side of Callie. I added quietly to what Lena said "Of course, first you will be hang over…that is always a joy!"

"It's too eaaaarly" Callie slurred out when she fell in the couch, face down. Her right hand and leg were off the couch, her hand was touching floor.

"Mm-hmm" I just hum back and I lift her arm and leg in the couch, when Lena walked out to the kitchen. I place the blanket over the girl.

"Not…tiered…at all" Callie says back quieter with every word "I can go…a-a-all night!"

Lena walks back in and places a bucket next to the couch, just in case, Callie needs to throw up again and doesn't have the time to run off to the bathroom. We don't have to wait for long till we hear her breathing slow down and even out.

I walk with Lena to the dining room - bit further away from where Callie was sleeping, but still close enough to keep an eye on here. Lena press against the dining room table, crosses her arms on her chest and looks over my shoulder to where Callie was.

"We don't think" Lena said warily "that Amy could have done it right?"

"That the fight they had resulted in Callie having a bruise?" I add, not wanting to believe that myself. Lena nods slowly, there was worry in her eyes.

"There has to be another explanation…right? Please tell me Amy didn't do that" Lena said looking desperate to me

I have known Amy for a while. And I honestly didn't think she could be capable of something like this. Hurting a kid is not something Amy could do. Not even in anger. That's not her.

"Amy wouldn't do that" I said back with certainty right before there was a knock on the doors

"That's her" I said the obvious and we both head to the hallway. I open the doors for her and step aside to let her in.

"We put her to sleep" Lena says to Amy when she steps inside the house and nods to the living room couch

Amy walked to the doorway and for a moment she was just looking at her daughter from distance. I lock the doors and head to stand next to Lena in the hallway. Amy heads in the room and crouches down to the girl. She places her hand gently on her head and leans in to place a kiss to her forehead. She stroked her hair for a moment before she stood up and walked back to us.

Amy looked pretty miserable and desperate "I don't know what to tell you guys. I'm incredibly sorry!" She said sincerely to both of us and then turned to us for some questions "What did she do? When did she get here?"

"I will make some coffee. Let's go sit down at the kitchen, we can talk then" Lena said offering a small smile to Amy

Callie POV

I have no idea what time it is.

I have no idea where I am.

I have no memory of last night.

But what I do have, is a headache that is so hard, that it feels like my head is about to be pulled in half. My head is throbbing. Never in my life, I have had this bad headache.

I opened my eyes and the light hurt my eyes so badly, I had to shut them close again. I lifted my hands up to my head and pressed on my temples, almost like trying to press my head back in once piece. Trying to stop the pain. Not that it helped.

As I laid there, waiting for my headache to pass, I started to taste something in my mouth. It was the disgusting taste of vomit. Did I throw up? I must have, otherwise I wouldn't be tasting vomit in my mouth. Also, my mouth was very dry. I longed for water.

I blinked my eyes open again, but I had to shut them again.

"I can give you sunglasses" Came a loud voice, it was too loud. It sounded like someone was yelling in my ear, the noise, just added to my headache.

I knew that voice too well by now.

Lena.

I wanted to answer, but all that came out was a long groan.

I heard her move "I got you this…it should help with the headache"

If I wanted to take, whatever she was giving me, I had to sit up. I started to question, if sitting up would be a great idea. So far, light has been too bright, noise was too loud, I tasted vomit in my mouth, my head was pounding. Sitting up did not sound smart idea.

"Come on" I felt Lena's hand on my hand. She was slowly helping me sit up.

I kept one of my eyes shut, while with other I glanced around. Trying to figure out where I was. I was on their couch in the living room. There was a blanket over my legs. I saw a bucket by the sofa. And then my eye stopped on Lena, who was sitting on the coffee table, holding out a glass of water and two pills in other hand.

"Aspirin" Lena said nodding to the palm with the two pills

I shut my eye back up and rub my eyes for a moment. When I slowly open my eyes back up, I reach over for the two things Lena was offering me.

"Thanks" I mutter before I toss the two pills in my mouth and drink the water on top. Lena takes the empty glass away from my hand and sets it down on the coffee table next to her.

"What time is it?" I ask her in a very hushed voice

"Little over 5:30 pm. You slept for some 12 hours"

I lean my head back to the backrest of the couch and close my eyes, waiting till the headache pass. Lena walked away, I heard her footsteps fade in the distance. As I sat there alone, I realized the house was very quiet.

When I heard footsteps coming back, without opening my eyes I ask her "How come the house is so quiet?"

"Stef's at work, Brandon has a date, Mariana is at mall, Jude is with Connor, Jesus is upstairs napping, resting his ribs, but Frankie joined him and fell asleep next to him" Lena explains in one long breath

"I threw up…didn't I?" I asked for conformation as I still taste the vomit in my mouth

"Yep" Lena didn't deny it "You should probably go brush your teeth"

"Don't have my toothbrush–"

"I can give you one"

I blinked my eyes open slowly. Everything I did - my movement, my speech-, was very slow. I dragged my feet over the floor as I followed Lena to the first floor bathroom.

Lena took out a new toothbrush and handed it to me. I put the toothpaste on and brushed my teeth for what seemed like 10 minutes. I desperately wanted to get rid of the horrible taste of vomit out of my mouth.

After I brushed my teeth, I splashed some water on my face. I stood up straight and watched how the water dripped down from my face. I dried my face in a towel and then looked to myself in the mirror.

I had bags under my eyes, my face looked all puffy. Hair was a mess. My knee as well as my elbow hurt. When I tried to see if I had a bruise on my elbow, totally forgetting that I was standing in front of a mirror, Lena peaked her head in the bathroom.

"What do you want on your sandwich?" She asked with a smile on her lips. I screwed up my face just when I thought of food. I lowered my hand to my side and rubbed my side where I felt sore as well.

"Cereal then? You have to eat something. Or some fruit…we have bananas, apples and oranges. Anything sound good?"

"Maybe a banana" I said turning off the light in bathroom and slowly following Lena to the kitchen

I sat down at the table, Lena handed the fruit. As I pealed it, I looked up to her "What happened last night?"

"How much do you remember?" Lena asked pressing her elbows on the table

"I was at Mackenzie's place. We decided to open and try few of the drinks in the cabinet. Her mom was away, so we thought it was good idea..." I say and take a bite of the banana

After I eat the banana I walk to the garbage bin to toss the peal out. That is when I realize, that I was not in the clothes I was last night. I look down to my legs and see that I am in some PJ pants that were inch too long for me. These were not my clothes.

"You puked on yours" Lena explains when she sees my confusion, she gestures with her right hand and adds with a smirk "It was a majestic projectile vomiting!"

"When you say it like that, you make vomiting sound good" I chuckle and walk back to the table. I place my hands on the table and I see Lean's look change.

Lena doesn't say anything, she speaks with her eyes. Her gaze travels down to my arm. I glance down to my hands and realize what she is looking at.

Without thinking about it twice, I quickly pull my hands back and place them in my lap. I knew it was too late, Lena saw the bruise on my hand, but I still wanted to hide it. I hid the bruise with my other hand. But when I think about it, she probably saw the bruise last night already. There was no real reason to hide it. But I still didn't take my hand away from it.

Lena extended her right arm over the table and pressed her index finger to the table.

"Callie did..." Lena didn't finish her sentence, it felt like she was afraid to finish it. There was concern in her eyes. I raise my eyebrow at her, not sure what she wants to say to me.

"Your arm...the bruise" Lena stuttered out, she swallowed back a lump in her throat "Did uh..." Lena closed her eyes and took a small pause, when she opened her eyes back up she finally got it over her lips "Did Amy...?"

"Oh God no! No! Mom would never do that! It wasn't her!" I replied without missing a beat, I keep my eyes on Lena. The look was still there so I added "Neither did Cooper!"

Finally, the concerned look went away from her eyes. She took a relieved breath. Lena's head hung down, she looked ashamed that she even thought of it. When she looked up to me she apologized "I'm sorry...I had to...make sure. I'm sorry"

I took my hand of the bruise and looked down to my arm. It was starting to change color, it was starting to fade. Of course she would worry, all she knew was that mom and I had a fight and now I have this thing on my arm.

"It was Liam" I say honestly, my eyes on the bruise

Just when I said it, the doors to backyard open and Stef walked in, dressed in her uniform. Stef stopped in her feet, her eyes on me, her hand still on the door nub. I feel Lena's eyes on me as well. But at the moment, I was staring down at Stef. I know she heard me.

"Liam did this" I repeated louder when I lifted my hand back on the table and looked at the bruise. I run my fingers softly over the bruise on my arm and look up to Lena's soft eyes.

"Liam was the one who raped me 3 years ago"