A/N: Hey, guys, I'm back! I'm so sorry I kept you all waiting so long with that big cliffhanger. I'm in the process of moving, so things have been very crazy and hectic, especially with the holidays. New year, new slate. I'm going to try to get a chapter done in week's time, no longer. I have actually created a trailer for this story and posted it on my YouTube channel. The link is in my profile, if you want to check it out. :)

Keep supporting me and I'm sure I can do it. I hope everyone had a Happy Holiday, and Happy New Year. Anyway, I've kept you waiting long enough, here's the new chapter. Enjoy :)

~ Chapter Eleven ~

~~ Fallout ~~

The little girl stepped quietly out of her room and pulled the door shut with a soft click. She took the Barbie doll from underneath her arm, from where she put it when she needed to open the door, and now she carried a doll in each hand. She hummed the melody of a song she'd heard play on the radio or television so many times. The little girl didn't really know the words to the song and she hardly was aware of herself humming anyway. She walked down the hallway to the family room, skipping lightly and her arms swinging by her side in tandem.

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said I'd never let you go

Katie skipped into the living room, where Peter was cleaning up Katie's old crib for the new baby. He turned his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching, and smiled at his daughter. The little girl swung onto the stairs and continued to ascend the staircase. When she reached the top, Katie could see the door to Georgie's room was slightly ajar and a big smile spread across her face as she climbed the last of the stairs. Whenever Georgie's door was open, that meant she might want to play with her.

"Georgie!" Katie called, walking up to the door and pushed it more open with her hand. "Wanna play?" The door swung the rest of the way open and Katie stopped, standing in the doorway. She didn't see her big sister in the room. "Georgie?" she glanced around, curiously. Then, she gasped and smiled. "Are you playing hide and seek?" The little girl ran into the room and to the other side of the bed, but she stopped and frowned when she didn't find her sister kneeling there on the floor.

"You under here?" Katie wondered out loud, getting down on the floor. She peered under the bed and came up empty again. No Georgie. Katie sat back up on her knees, with a quiet sigh. "Where is she?"

Katie climbed to her feet and left Georgie's room. As she began her descent back downstairs, the house phone began ringing. The child paid it no mind, then it was picked up after the third ring. "Daddy?" Katie called, when she could see the living room and her father still in there.

"Yes, Katie-cat?" Peter answered, standing up straight still looking at the crib and gave it a shake test.

"Where's Georgie?" she asked, taking the rest of the steps one at a time. She watched her steps, her hand sliding along the banister. When she was done, she looked up and walked over to her father.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked her, looking at her curiously and a bit confusedly. "She should be in her room."

Katie leaned on the arm of the sofa, shrugging her small shoulders. "She's not there," she stated again.

"Hm-mmm," Peter murmured, coming closer to his daughter. "She probably sneaked out to the barn." He picked Katie up in his arms. "Let's go see." They started walking down the short hall to the kitchen. He spoke to his daughter, asking her and checking that Georgie wasn't in her bedroom. Katie was certain; Georgie was not there.

When all those shadows almost killed your light,

I remember you said,

Don't leave me here alone.

Lou was in the kitchen when they entered, her back to them, standing rigidly holding the house phone to her ear. She knew they were there, because she flinched upon hearing Peter's footsteps. "Hey, honey, Georgie's not in her room," he said in a whisper, acknowledging that she was on the phone. "She's probably hiding out with Phoenix. I'm taking Katie out to go get her."

Lou half turned toward him, her eyes flicking to his immediately. She didn't have to tell him to wait, because, in a moment, Peter saw that her face had gone pale and her eyes were wide and frightened, a million different emotions racing across her face.

"Lou?" Peter asked, a feeling of desperation clawing at his chest, but his voice was surprisingly steady. He felt himself lower Katie to the floor slowly, though he had no recollection of doing it.

"That was Amy," Lou replied, softly and slowly, like she couldn't find the words for what just happened, or this horrible thing couldn't be happening, it wasn't fathomable to think... But surely it was. "There's been an accident..."

Peter took a couple steps toward, and started to open his mouth to say something. Then, the door squeaked open, and Jack's voice filled the thick silence. "I can't believe that girl left that horse like that. She knows better than that, I'm going to have a talk with her-"

Jack stepped into the kitchen and trailed off upon seeing and feeling the distress in the air. He looked from Lou to Peter and back again. "What's going on?" he questioned.

Lou couldn't hold anything in anymore. "Georgie's been hurt..." she nearly choked on a sob, her hand covering her mouth.

But all that's dead and gone and passed

tonight...

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The scene had gone quiet, eerily quiet, but the flashing red and blue strobe lights were still on, causing everything to look a little hazy. Police were everywhere, walking and studying the scene, talking, and radios were crackling. Someone had turned on the house and yard lights, to illuminate things in the growing darkness. Amy almost wished they hadn't; it now looked like a television crime scene than it had nearly an hour ago. She pushed her phone into her pocket with numb, stiff fingers. The same hand that was stained red with blood. Georgie's blood. Amy couldn't feel the cold anymore and she had a small thought that she was in shock or experiencing some sort of post traumatic stress.

She looked down at the scene in front of her, the one she had stepped away from when the ambulance had arrived and the paramedics had taken over. She had presented no help and needed to make an important phone call. Now, Amy took a step closer to try to learn what was happening with Georgie. The two men worked over the young girl, efficiently and quickly.

"She's unresponsive and her blood pressure appears to be dropping," the young tan-skinned paramedic recited, looking over at his partner in worry.

The other paramedic was older, wiser, and looked as if he had seen this before and much worse. He was very calm, however. "I've stabilized her head, but we have to get moving. She just might start hemorrhaging on the way to the hospital," he explained, without taking his eyes off of his patient. Amy's heart flipped at the medical terms, just knowing that they sounded bad. Together and keeping Georgie's head still, the two paramedics lifted Georgie a couple inches off the sheets she had been lying on and onto a backboard. Then, they strapped her onto it and placed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. The oxygen tube was attached to the stretcher.

"One, two, three!" They lifted Georgie up again, and slid the backboard onto the waiting stretcher. The whole time, Georgie just laid there, completely motionless. It was all uncharacteristic. Amy had to turn around and look away because of it.

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

Amy gazed around at the ranch, and caught sight of something down near the front of ranch, where most of the police cars were lined up. It was a sight that caused her heart drop all the way down to her feet and an amount of hysteria laid in its' place. It was her husband, his hands bound behind him as he sat in the back of a police cruiser. A gasp escaped her lips. Ty might as well have heard that little sound, because it seemed in that second their eyes connected through the long distance.

"Miss?" the young paramedic approached her, touching her shoulder hesitantly. Amy jumped slightly, breaking the connection. She looked at the young man, who now looked apologetic for startling her. He touched the short ponytail his brown hair was tied into, self-consciously. "Are you family? Will you be riding in the ambulance with Miss Fleming-Morris?"

Amy stared at him, slowly realizing what he was saying. "Uh,..yeah," she answered. She turned her head back in Ty's direction. "Yes, just give me a minute." The latter came out as more of a mutter and she wasn't sure if they would actually adhere to her request.

Then, Amy took off running toward the group of police vehicles. She didn't know exactly what she would or could do, she just knew where she had to be. She just vaguely recalled passing a police officer pulling sheet over a dead body. Another police officer immediately stopped her, stepping in front of her and holding his hands out. His black hair was smooth and slick, his uniform was crisp and neat as a pin. The man crossed his arms over his chest, a more permanent way of keeping her back.

"Ma'am, you can't be here," the police officer told her, icily. "You can't interfere with police business."

"That's my husband," Amy tried to explain, rationally, but she wasn't sure how much she'd be able to keep up the facade. "Why is he in handcuffs? He didn't do anything."

"We have reasons to believe otherwise," the officer rebuffed, shortly. "We are still gathering evidence, but your husband seems to be facing a whole lot of trouble."

"I was here during the whole thing, as well," Amy argued, starting to hear her voice begin rising. "I can tell you for a fact what happened. This is all a big misunderstanding..."

"Ma'am, you will get a chance to give your statement to the police," Officer Conner advised her. "Until then, we need to follow procedure and so do you. Mr. Borden is a suspect in a murder case, and he will be treated as such."

"Murder?!" Amy exclaimed. "Ty didn't kill anyone!" Amy looked over the officer's shoulder. She could see Ty in the car, watching her, with a little desperation in his eyes. Desperation for her. "Ty, tell them! Tell them you didn't do anything!" Officer Conner had to hold Amy back from running straight to the car.

Ty was shaking his head at her, and he opened his mouth to say something. His mouth formed the words, but his voice was muffled through the car window that she didn't know what he said. Ty shook his head again, at himself this time, frustrated that he couldn't communicate with his wife.

"Please, I just want to talk to him!" Amy tried to plead with the stern officer in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you do that," Officer Conner remained firm. He looked ready to be done with this conversation and her, so Amy wasn't sure what else she could do.

She looked back at the car at Ty, and he had been watching her again. She wanted so badly just to go to him. Then, he leaned forward in his seat and said something to the police officer sitting in the driver's seat, who had been listening to the police radio. She didn't know what the exchange was about, but she all of a sudden had a fear in the pit of her stomach that he was asking the officer to drive, so that he would be away from her. Ty sat back against his seat again, finding her gaze again and looking apologetic. Then, the cop got out of the car, walking around to Ty's side.

The officer, who turned out to be a woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun, opened the back of the police cruiser. She reached down and pulled Ty up and out by his arm. "One minute," she told Ty, then looked pointedly at Officer Conner. He wasn't one to like this small breach in protocol, but he wasn't going to argue with another cop. His expression was enough to show that he didn't like this.

Amy took a tentative step forward, keeping an eye on Conner, wondering if it was a test or not. He didn't stop her. The woman stepped past her. "Thank you," Amy smiled gratefully at her, as did Ty. The officer nodded efficiently at her, a small generous smile on her lips.

Amy didn't waste anymore time after that. She fast-stepped over to her husband, her hands going to his face on either side, leaving barely any room between them. Ty wished he could wrap his arms around her, but the damn handcuffs kept his hands bound behind his back. "Ty, what happened?" she questioned, "I heard the gunshot. They said you killed Hank, but that can't-"

"Don't worry about it, okay?" Ty interrupted her. "Everything is going to be fine, I'll be fine. You need to go to the hospital with Georgie. Did you call Lou, Peter, and the others?"

"Yes,..I did," Amy nodded, distractedly. "But, Ty, I can't just leave you!"

Ty was nodding before she finished talking. "Yes you can, and you will," he encouraged her. "Someone needs to be at the hospital to tell Lou what happened, you know she's going to be panicking."

Her mind went to her sister, and she glanced over her shoulder at the ambulance. The paramedics were getting ready to load Georgie inside. Amy turned back to Ty with tears in her eyes. "Ty, I'm scared. I'm scared for Georgie,...you," she admitted, in a whisper, her eyes on their feet and ground. "I don't know what's going to happen."

Ty sympathized with her, leaning his forehead against hers. "I know," he whispered back. He didn't tell her that he was scared, too, but, inside, he was terrified. This felt more real than anything that had happened in his past. He wasn't a kid anymore. "It's all going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

She kissed him desperately, before the officer could take him away. She kissed him with a fever that she never felt before, an aching desperate feeling clawing at her chest. Officer Conner came back over to them, taking Ty's arm. "Time's up," he stated.

"Go," Ty told her, firmly but gently, with a touch of urgency. "Now."

Amy stared after him, then when the cop started leading Ty back to the squad car, Amy turned around and started walking to the ambulance. On a second thought, Amy swung back around quickly. "Ty!" she called.

Ty caught her gaze as he was bending into the police car, Conner helping him duck his head in. Amy's heart tore at the sight. "I love you!" Amy called to him.

Ty blinked back tears, trying to be brave, and nodded back to her. He didn't have to say it back, she could see his love for her shining in his eyes. Amy turned back around fast before she collapsed right there in a fit of tears. She needed to be strong, for Georgie, her family. She approached the ambulance, where they were just about to close the doors. The young paramedic saw her and held the door open for her, flashing a small reassuring smile at her. Amy climbed inside and found a seat along the side. Georgie was laying completely still, and the dim lighting didn't help with Georgie's complexion. She was still extremely pale. It was disconcerting.

Amy turned away and looked out the door window. The police car holding Ty was beginning to pull away, and she could just make him out in the back seat. He had his head back, looking withdrawn and nearly defeated. Amy felt a couple tears slide down her cheeks at the thought that this might be the last time she saw him.

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light,

You and I'll be

Safe and Sound

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It was a slow night at Cross Bow Hospital, where the doctors and nurses had their regular patients to tend to and only about three minor patients in the ER. So, the peace was essentially shattered when the emergency room doors burst open by a family looking for their child, who had been badly hurt. The seven month pregnant woman, who led the way, walked straight to nurses' desk purposefully. The other three men that were with her followed behind her.

"Hi, excuse me," Lou said to the blond nurse sitting at the desk, tapping her hand several times on the counter to make sure she had the nurse's attention. The nurse looked up at her, her pen poised from where she had been writing in a patient's file. Lou gave her a tense smile. "Hi, my daughter was in accident," she began to explain. "Brown hair, thirteen years old. Her name is Georgina Fleming-Morris, has she been admitted yet?" Peter placed his hands on his wife's shoulders to help calm her down, and Lou glanced at him real quick, gratefully.

The nurse looked through her files, rather slowly and not as thorough as Lou would have liked. "Fleming-Morris, you said?" the nurse repeated. "No one has been admitted under that name. Do you know when the ambulance was dispatched?"

Lou stifled a groan of frustration, turning slightly away while rubbing her hand across her eyes toward Peter. He murmured 'it's okay' several times to her, rubbing her back in soothing circles. Tim squeezed forward in the group, leaning on the counter to look the nurse in the eye. "Look, Sophie, my daughter called from a ranch across town or whatever, saying that my granddaughter was severely hurt and unconscious. Now, you tell us what you know or get someone who does know something."

Sophie swallowed, nervously. She shuffled through her papers again. "Well,um,...we had a emergency call from an Amy Fleming-Borden. It appears to fit what you're looking for: a young girl with a head injury," the nurse looked up at them, expecting confirmation. "I believe the ambulance is en route right now. They should be here any minute."

"Thank you," Peter grinned appreciatively at her, apologizing for his father-in-law's harsh manner.

"See, was that so hard?" Tim replied, sarcastically.

Jack gave him a look, turned toward Sophie with a softened glance. "Do you know how good or bad Georgie's condition is?" he asked.

"I'm sorry. All we know right now is that she sustained some kind of severe head injury," Sophie explained as best as she could. "The appropriate medical team and procedure are being prepped for any kind of problem. We won't know anything concrete until she has been admitted." Everybody seemed disheartened at this news.

"Oh my god," Lou muttered, turning and walking a few paces away. Peter followed after her.

"Hey, it's all going to be okay," Peter reassured her.

"How? How do you know that?" Lou said back, facing him. "Because, apparently, no one here knows anything about what is going on with our daughter. For all we know, she-"

"Shhhh, don't go there, don't go there," Peter shushed her, gently. He touched her arms and then pulled her slowly into a hug. "We're going to hope for the best. Georgie has the best care waiting for her."

Lou nodded against his chest, sniffing back a sob. "I'm just so scared, Peter," she whispered, holding him back tightly.

"I know," Peter whispered, against her hair. "Me too."

"Hey, hey, I think they're here!" Tim announced, looking toward the emergency room doors.

Lou and Peter pulled apart, just as those doors flew open. Two paramedics sprinted inside, pushing a stretcher. The body on it was small, a head brace keeping her head still and and oxygen mask breathing for her. The family gaped at what they were seeing, horror and disbelief gluing them to the floor.

"Peter, oh my god!" Lou exclaimed, taking a couple steps forward to her daughter. Peter took her arms, keeping her back out of the way.

A doctor appeared from somewhere, approaching an unconscious Georgie and the paramedics. "What do we have?" he questioned, crisply and authoritative.

"Thirteen year old female minor, severe trauma to the head," one of the paramedics relayed to the doctor. "She began hemorrhaging in the ambulance..." He began fading away as they rolled the stretcher into an exam room and the doctor pulled the curtain closed around them.

Lou started to follow, but then she caught sight of a blond head coming through the doors. "Amy!" she called, and ran over to her sister. Amy looked startled, jarred from her own thoughts. "Amy, what happened?"

"I don't know," Amy muttered, "I don't know, it all happened so fast."

"Amy, what?" Lou repeated, frantically. "How did my daughter end up in the emergency room?!"

"The same way that Ty is sitting in a jail cell right now!" Amy exclaimed. "Georgie had sneaked into the back of the truck and she didn't listen when we told her to stay in the truck. When we tried to rescue Spiridon, Hank grew out of control and violent; he pulled a gun on us. Georgie got in the middle and when he shoved her, that's when she hit her head." Lou covered her mouth with her hand.

"Wait, Ty has been arrested?" Jack replied, appalled. "Why?"

Amy took a deep breath, before speaking. "The police think that he killed Hank Caldwell," she explained. "And I have no idea if that's true or not. I don't want to believe it."

"What?" nearly everybody else chorused.

"If Ty killed that guy, than it was clearly self defense," Tim reasoned.

"I don't know, but that's what I have to believe," Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Ty got into a fight with him, but I didn't witness it directly because I was trying to help Georgie. I only heard the gunshot. He told me to come here with her, but I have to be with him. I have-have- have to go to him. I need to be there, he needs me. Oh, I don't have a car!" She threw her hands in the air, frustratedly.

"Ok, ok, calm down. You did good, Amy. I'll take you to the police station," Jack told her, pulling her into a comforting hug. Lou patted her sister's back.

"No, Jack, you stay here and wait for news on Georgie," Tim volunteered, "I'll take her." He put his hand on his daughter's back. "C'mon, honey."

"Thanks, dad," Amy said, quietly, wiping away some stray tears.

"You're not going to cause a scene, are you, dad?" Lou asked, taking a step toward her sister.

"Now, why would I cause a scene?" Tim replied, innocently, lightening the mood a little bit.

Lou rolled her eyes, and Amy chuckled a little bit, sniffling. Lou wrapped her arms around her sister in a hug, and Amy hugged her back. "Ty is going to be okay," she whispered, soothingly, stroking Amy's blond hair. "He's going to come home to you."

Amy nodded against her sister's shoulder, pulling herself together. "And Georgie is going to beat this," Amy whispered back, in Lou's ear. "She's the strongest girl I know."

In that moment, both sister's believed each other's words.

A/N: Well, did you like it? I hope it was worth the wait. The song lyrics at the beginning was 'Safe and Sound' by Taylor Swift. Remember, take a look at the trailer I made for the story; link is in my profile. And, don't forget to review the chapter; I love hearing all of your thoughts and feelings.