Carlos was fuming as he stalked up to the man standing outside the mobile command unit being set up in his front yard.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" He all but yelled.

"Officer Reyes, glad to see you have joined us. I know you're upset but we were waiting for you to come away from Miss Williams before we did this." The man said motioning for an officer to come forward.

Carlos saw him before he could take a step. He turned and held up a hand.

"Try it and see how upset I really am," He warned before turning back to who he assumed to be the man in charge. "Name."

"Isaac Thomas, S.W.A.T. commander." He said.

"Tell me, Mr. Thomas, why the hell did I come home to a crime scene, my sixteen-year-old in a full-blown panic attack, and my boyfriend being put into a police cruiser in handcuffs? And before you answer," Carlos asked, trying to control his volume. "Remember I'm armed, and royally pissed off."

"We received a call that you and your boyfriend were keeping Miss Williams away from her court appointed guardians. By law, we have to respond." Mr. Thomas said.

Carlos was nearly seeing red.

"Did you even bother to check her file?" He asked. "No, because if you had you would have seen that as of 7:30 this morning TK and I are her legal guardians."

Thomas went white.

"See your mistake now?" Carlos asked, taking another step toward Thomas. "Now let my boyfriend go, clear your men from my house, and get the hell off of my lawn."

For a moment Thomas looked as though he would challenge Carlos, but after a minute he nodded. Carlos didn't give him a chance to speak before he walked back up to the porch. He stood, waiting for the officer to open the back of the cruiser that TK was in. When they released him, TK practically ran up to Carlos.

"Carlos, where's Bailey? Is she okay? Did she-"

"She's fine," Carlos said, cupping TK's cheek in his hand. "Tommy and Nanci are with her right now; she was overheating so they're cooling her off but you need to calm down before you go in there. She's worked up enough as it is."

TK nodded, closing his eyes and taking a few steadying breaths.

"Okay," TK said. "I'm calm."

Carlos nodded and together they went back inside. TK winced when he saw the door but moved passed it to get to his daughter. Bailey was still sitting against the wall but she looked calmer and cooler than she had been when Carlos had left. The second that she saw TK she was up and running into his arms. TK wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Y-you're okay." She breathed, burying her face in TK's neck.

"I'm okay, Bails," He assured her. "Everything is going to be okay."

Bailey pulled back and shook her head, new tears falling down her cheeks.

"I thought that they were gonna take you and I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I don't want to leave, I don't want to go anywhere, please don't let them move me again…" Bailey babbled on.

"Hey, hey, hey," TK said, hushing Bailey's rambling. "You're not going anywhere. They aren't going to take you away. This whole thing was just a big misunderstanding, I promise you." He said, looking to Carlos, a question clear in his eyes, 'now?' Carlos nodded and moved next to them, rubbing his hand up and down Bailey's back.

"Bails, we got a call from Sable early this morning. We were going to tell you over dinner." Carlos said.

"The judge approved the transfer, Bailey. We are officially your long term guardians." TK said.

Bailey looked between TK and Carlos for a moment.

"Really?" She asked.

Carlos nodded.

"You're not going anywhere, Bails," He said. "We promise."

Bailey said very little in the following days, if she said anything at all. She mostly stayed in her room or on the couch with her headphones in and her knees tucked to her chest. Judd and Owen had come an hour or so after S.W.A.T had cleared off the block and tried to help Carlos put the door back on its hinges but it was blow beyond repair. The door frame would need replacing. A repair man from the city had come in and replaced everything under the watchful eye of Judd, Owen, and Carlos. Bailey watched as they worked, flinching at every sound. TK had stayed near her while the door was being fixed and soothed her every time she jumped.

"How is she?" Owen asked, as they watched TK try to coax Bailey into eating.

Carlos shook his head.

"Scared," He said. "She's terrified that somebody is going to come and take her away."

Judd shook his head.

"Do you know who made the call?" He asked.

"Not for sure," Carlos ground out. "But we have a pretty good idea. We talked about pursuing charges but we don't want Bailey through anything else. The move was hard enough and then just as she's getting settled in the house is raided and TK is physically ripped away from her," Carlos shook his head. "No, I couldn't put her in the same room as those men again."

"How are you and TK doing?" Owen asked.

Carlos scoffed.

"Not much better really," He confessed. "I think once we start to function again, you know, go back to work, get Bailey back on a routine, get the door fixed, things will get better. But, I know that what we're seeing is really only the tip of the iceberg with her."

Judd's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Carlos looked back at him for a moment.

"She's traumatized," Carlos said. "Little things that she'd normally just brush off throw her into panic attacks or fits of complete terror. She shuts down most days, stares off into space or sketches endlessly. Sable stopped by the day after everything and couldn't get more than two words out of her. When she's ready we're going to try and get her in to see somebody. Sable gave us the numbers of a few that work with her office but I might see if I can't find somebody directly connected with either the police or fire department. I know that it's not exactly usual but I feel like they're more equipped for this kind of thing. I don't know," Carlos sighed, running his hand through his hair and resting it on the back of his neck. "Maybe I'm overthinking things. Maybe she just needs time."

Owen nodded.

"Maybe," He said. "But, you're also right to worry. PTSD isn't a joke. TK had it for a while after 9/11, I still see it in him a little bit when I go into a scene and he's outside. This is how it started for him. Closed off, panic attacks, anxiety. But then it grew into more severe things, nightmares turned into night terrors, anxiety closed in on separation anxiety, he was terrified that every time I left the house I wouldn't come back. I denied it at first and just thought that over time he'd move on and grow out of it but I was wrong. Once he started seeing a therapist, things got better and he was able to develop coping mechanisms for his anxiety and nightmares."

Carlos nodded, he noticed the bouts of anxiety that his boyfriend had, and the different coping mechanisms that he'd use to get himself through them.

"Should we jump into it now?" Carlos asked.

"I don't know if it will do much good right now," Owen admitted. "See if you can't get her talking more. Maybe bring her to work with you when you start back. She may end up coming out of it one her own. But I think that she will need to see somebody when she's ready to face it."

"When did you get all wise?" TK asked, walking over and sitting on the arm of Carlos' chair. He'd heard the majority of the conversation from where he'd been standing before.

Owen chuckled.

"You had an interesting childhood, call it experience." He said.

"Ah." TK laughed.

Carlos looked over at Bailey who was still curled into the couch with headphones in and her sketchbook clutched in her hand.

"Did you get her to eat?" He asked.

TK sighed.

"I only got her to eat some grapes but she is drinking the smoothie so I call that a win." He said.

Carlos shrugged.

"That is better than before." He said.

"I just want her to get better." TK sighed.

"She'll get there," Carlos said, squeezing TK's knee reassuringly. "We all will."