Eric's POV

We all walked to the cages and sat in silence, I knew I wasn't going to be able to avoid the questions about her history forever but I thought I would have a little more time, but then CJ had a panic attack and the truth needs to come out. I sit running my hands through my hair for about five minutes until the door opens and Trent comes in. He talks to Mandy and Lisa and they leave. A minutes later Jason and Trent walk in and the looks on their faces made me know it was time to face the music. I stood up and walked out to my office, I walked back into the cages and handed CJ's medical file to Trent, whom gladly accepted it eager to learn more about her medical history. I took a deep breath and started speaking,

"CJ's father was an Army ranger, her mother was part of Naval intelligence. She was working on tracking a growing terrorist organisation known only by their calling card, a red bow and arrow, she got too close and they put her, her husband and CJ on their hit list, one day James, her father, was on a mission in the Middle East and the group, who had been surveilling them for months took her mother out. CJ watched her mom die and couldn't do anything to stop it, they weren't living on base at the time but she didnt care, she just ran, she ran towards the compound where her father worked and sprinted in covered in blood, people on her fathers team who had stayed behind immediately started asking her questions, she couldn't handle it and passed out, she was diagnosed with PTSD, Depression, Anxiety and Insomnia in the weeks later."

Trent's POV

I looked at him wondering what he was hiding because that didn't explain the flinching or the Panic Attacks, so I asked,

"That's not all of it is it?"

"No it's not," he paused, "She and her dad moved onto the base where he worked and she was set up with a new identity and new school, because she hadn't been living on base she didn't go to school there either so nobody knew who she was and her alias was believed. She trained with the rangers and learnt hand-to-hand combat as well as multiple languages and how to shoot. Her father died on an op a few months later and she was put into the system because of legal problems with her fathers will. She was put into some abusive homes and finally the orphanage, where she was living just before she was brought here. The place was owned by an abusive bastard who beat and starved her and the other children. However she had it the worst, daily beatings, verbal abuse, days where the only time she would eat was at school. The police were alerted 2 days ago when a neighbor heard shouting and called them. The hospital couldn't find her records because they were sealed so they ran her DNA. It came back as a hit on both her parents and then they alerted social services. Social services looked into the designated guardian for her and here we are, her father wanted her as a translator for the military for her own safety but knew she couldn't be with the rangers because it was too much of a risk so she was assigned here, before she made it here she got lost in the system with her alias. Her father had told her not to tell anybody it was an alias because she couldn't trust anyone. She didn't want me to tell you because she didn't want you to treat her like a piece of glass about to break, so I kept my word, but then she had a panic attack and I couldn't stay silent any longer."

Silence filled the air and I couldn't help but ask,

"You said hospital what are her injuries?"

He sighed, "Malnourishment, Exhaustion, split lip, blunt force trauma to the back of the head, bruised forehead, a few broken ribs, scars on her back and stomach, hand prints on her neck and bruises and scarring pretty much everywhere else."

"How did nobody notice..?"

"They probably did, but she plays Hockey, Rugby and Football so I'm assuming she used that as a cover up." He sighed.

I knew what was coming next but it still hurt,

"Regardless, she has to go to her new foster family tonight."

Everyone started yelling but Blackburn just held up his hand and opened his mouth to speak,

"We don't have a choice it's the law."

"Well have you at least vetted them?" Clay asked.

Blackburn ran his hand through his hair and I knew we weren't going to like this answer,

"I can't, I don't even have an address, I'm working on getting one but there are a lot of legal hoops to jump through as she's a minor and it's a safeguarding issue, my instructions were to bring her too her social worker and her social worker would take it from there."

Feelings the tension in the room I spoke up in an attempt to stop everybody from killing our CO.

"He's got a point guys, we have to do this right, if we don't she could get taken away from the unit and then we wouldn't be able to get any information at all, or at best our application for the foster license would be denied and she would bounce around for the next 4 years. Our best option is to wait it out until this 6 months is up we get the license and she can stay with us."

Everybody nodded and Blackburn got up to leave when I asked,

"Can I take a look at her, I mean she's on a lot of medication and her injuries could be more severe than they reported, plus I need to find out how she manages with pain so I can take care of her better in the field."

He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him. We walked out and towards the cafeteria, it was about 6 in the evening and she should get going soon if she wants to get a good nights sleep and be ready for work tomorrow.

We spotted them in the cafeteria and walked over, Blackburn spoke up first,

"Hey CJ, we are going to get you checked over by Trent and then we are going to get you too your social worker ok?"

I saw panic flash in her eyes at the mention of me and her social worker so I crouched down behind her and lifted her chin too look at me, it was now I was up close and we were in a well lit area I saw she was clearly wearing makeup,

"I'm not going to hurt you OK I just need to make sure your injuries aren't worse than what they reported, good?"

She nodded in response so I stood up and held my hand out to her, which she took hesitantly, and helped her up. We walked to the cage room were my stuff was and I walked in first,

"Everybody clear out,"

I said it in my 'fuck-with-me-I-dare-you' voice so they knew I wasn't playing and made a shooing motion with my hands. Once everybody had cleared out I shut the door and led her to sit down in my cage, I examined her listened to her breathing above her shirt because I wanted her to be comfortable. I tested her blood sugar and sighed it was still low,

"Your blood sugar is low," She looked at me confused and I smiled, "It means I'm going to have to give you a glucose shot every morning for the next few days, whilst you're body gets used to having sugar again."

She nods and holds out her arm, although I can see it shaking, I take her head in my hands and look her in the eyes, "It's only going to hurt for a second I promise."

She nods, I prep the needle and push it in, I see her bite her lip and I feel awful, I rub her arm soothingly and speak up after a minute,

"Let's get you to Blackburn."

She nodded weakly tears still present in the corner of her eyes and I walked to open the door where I knew everybody was waiting.

"She's fine she's going to need glucose shots every morning for the next week or two until her blood sugar normalises, but other than that everything should heal."

Everybody nodded and diverted their gaze to the small form that had appeared by my side, she looked up at me weakly and said,

"Thank you."

I smiled and patted her shoulder, "That's what I'm here for sweetheart."

She nodded and walked over to Blackburn who was dressed in his civvies ready to drop her off with her social worker, I could see she was nervous by her trembling hands and all I wanted to do in that moment was protect her.

Blackburn grabbed her backpack and duffle bag off the floor and started walking, she gave us one last wave and left with him.