A/n- Okay, how I plan on writing this was simple... more or less. The first and last part is Creegan's PoV. The second/forth part is present time and the middle (third) is Branca's past. I have found it being really difficult to write Creegan's PoV, so I'm changing it up a little. I will write what PoV and present time, (only past or present) so it will hopefully be easier on the readers/me.

Disclaimer- I don't own Touching Evil, because if I did I wouldn't share David with anyone, well maybe a few of you... And I would also have Susan and Bernal together :)

Warning- This chapter contains child abused and language.

Susan's past

Watching the clock tick by, Susan doodled in her notebook. She was already done with the homework, and Sister Janice was now helping the younger kids on their projects in the other room.

"Susan?" a harsh whisper came from her side.

"What?" she asked, a bit annoyed. She turned over to face Jacob.

"What happened to your arm?" he asked, his eyes pointing at her right arm.

"Nothing," she snapped quietly, moving her arm away from his view.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, turning to talk to Kylie. Out of the twelve students, there were five girls: Kylie, Abigail, Amy, Josephine, and Susan. Kylie and Susan were the one always be harassed by the guys, because Josephine was taken, and Abigail and Amy weren't very nice looking.

Waiting until no one was watching, she turned over her arm. Three finger imprints were left, turning a darker shade of purple. Unrolling her sleeves, she covered it up with a quite sigh.

Present, Regular PoV

Susan and Taylor had gone to the park, walking the trail as Susan asked Taylor some easy questions. Around four, Susan reached for her cell phone. Taylor's eyes were begging her to throw it in the lake, but Susan knew she had to answer it.

Flipping her newest phone open, she answered quickly, "Branca."

"It's Creegan, you need to come back as soon as you can," David said, his voice unusually serious.

"Why, what's up?" she asked, concern.

"Just some unanswered questions that really need to be solved" he said, distracted by something.

"Alright..." Susan said uncertainly. "Well start walking towards my car..." she added after a moment.

Creegan walked down the hall, towards Enright's office. Walking in, he looked around.

"David, as a friend, I'm worried about Susan being on this case..." he said with out looking up.

"Hank..." David started, unsure on whether or not to defend his partner.

"Creegan, I don't want to put you in the position, and I can't force you to, but will you make sure she is okay?"

"Umm..." Creegan knew Hank was concern, not as a boss, but as a friend, "yeah."

"Thanks," Hank said, hating to ask his long term friend to do this.

"You owe me," Creegan said with a smirk as he left the window office in a rush.

"Great..." Hank mumbled.

Creegan's PoV

I wait, watching for the prey that will be walking through the door any minute. Beauty has taken over when the door creeps open ever so slightly, and Branca and the young girl walked through the opening. Susan bent down to the girl's level and pointed to a room as she whispered something in her ear. The little girl ran into the room, one which I remember Bernal occupied. Praising her intelligent silently, I walk up to her, her smile faded to seriousness, as she looks into my eyes. Without a word, I lead her to a private room.

Present, Regular PoV

Walking down the hallway, Susan followed Creegan back, watching closely to what she thought were watchful eyes. Walking into the dark room, without though, Creegan reached for the lights, flickering them on. Looking over at Susan, he waited for her attention before he started.

"What happening on the guy? I thought this was a sure thing," Susan said, brow raised.

"Susan, this is not about the case," Creegan started.

"David, this is not the time…"

"Shut up!" he yelled, startling himself and Susan. As her shoulders stopped shaking, she stepped back, gulping. "Susan, what is going on?"

"What are you talking…?"

"Don't give me that crap," he said, again, rather harshly. Susan took a deep breath.

"Well, Creegan," she started, empathizing how she used his last name, "I don't care who you are, you have know right to…"

"Susan, can it! Unless you…" he took a deep breath and continued in a lighter tone, "Susan, I'm your partner, a detective, and I thought a friend," he started.

"You thought wrong," she stated simply.

"What the hell's going on here? You or I am not leaving this room until I know the truth," he said, taking a definite stand in front of the door.

"Creegan, we don't have time for this," she made a minimum effort at. But she knew David by now. He was one of the most stubborn men she met. He would also treat this as a game, no matter how he appeared to have acted at first.

"Susan," he started in a rather sadden voice, "I know there is something wrong, and truly it scares me," he stated, hand cupping his mouth.

"You don't know anything," she barely whispered, holding back tears as they burnt in her eyes.

"Susan," he started, "It's something about this case," he more of stated than asked. Susan simply nodded. Looking intensely in her eyes he continued. "It was your dad?"

"I called him Tim," Susan started through tears, "he married my mother when I was about 13," she said, leaning against the wall. Creegan started towards her, but something in those eyes told him to let her finish.

"Ever since he started dating my mom, he would… he would touch me… About a month after the marriage, every time I saw him without my mom he would either beat me until I'm knockout, or…" she couldn't go on. Sliding down the wall, she curled her knees in close, and head bent into them. "Before I knew it, he would have these… these parties, where… he would have friends… they took part…" Susan said quietly, through the tears.

"Creegan I need…" Bernal stopped at the slight. Branca, he noticed, was sitting down, crying and Creegan standing, his face unreadable. Susan's eyes met with Bernal before pushing past the two men and rushing to the bathroom, which she prayed was unoccupied.

"What was....?" Bernal started to ask until Creegan slowly pushed past him too.

"Stay out of it," Creegan said, before returning to his lack of an office.

Susan's Past

Susan pulled her bag over her shoulder and walked to the front of the church with about twenty other kids. Her mother would usually pick her up there, and that was where she was supposed to meet Tim. Taking a seat down in the upper corner, she rustled through her bag, pulling out a larger book; she opened it, preparing to read.

"Hey Susan," a rusty voice said as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder.

"Hey Jacob," she said to the older boy who had taken the seat beside her as she shook away his arm.

"So, you going to tell me what happen to your arm?" he asked.

"I got in a fight with my cousin," Susan easily lied with a sideways smile.

"I see…" he said, knowing she wasn't going to go further. "So… what are ya reading?"

"Just a book Sister Janice wants me to…" Susan mumbled, ruling her eyes.

"Where's your mom?" he asked, looking around.

"Out of town, but Tim was supposed to pick me up. Guess I'm walking," she said with a sigh.

"I'll walk with you," Jacob easily offered.

"It's okay, you don't…"

"Don't worry about it," Jacob said, getting up, pulling her up with him.

They walked the two blocks to Susan's house. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but it wasn't horrible either. Stopping in front of her house, Susan was hesitant to go in, knowing Tim would be in there.

"So you going to invite me in?" he asked, sly smile plaster all over her face.

"Nice try," she joked. She noticed the slighted movement of the handle, and freaked out, giving Jacob a quick kiss thank you, and headed inside, only to run into Tim.

"You're late," he simply said, grabbing her by the back of the neck like a toy.

"I'm… I…" she stammered, trying hard not to scream in pain.

"Shut up!" he yelled, throwing her on to the floor in the living room. Susan just stayed curled in a ball, whimpering, before she was kicked. "What, you just gonna stay like that? Stand up!" he yelled, threatening to kick her again.

Susan stood, tears forming in her eyes, but she knew better than to cry. It wouldn't help, not at all. Slowly, Susan rolled over, and stood, up; head down.

"Good girl," he said to the young girl. "Now where were you," he asked calmly. She was close to telling him that he was suppose to pick her up, but decided against it. A sharp, intense pain shot across her cheek as his hand left markings on her cheeks. Her head whipped to the side and she fought the urge to bring her hand up to comfort it. "I asked you a question!" he yelled his face twisting to evil.

"I... Jacob walked..."

"You're fucking him?!" Tim yelled, shoving her down again, her head hitting the coffee table. She tried hard to stay a wake, but with the consent kicking to her side, she couldn't take it longer, and let the darkness consume her.

Creegan's PoV

How could I miss that? That SOB took her innocence so long ago, and now, now she can't be an angel. Watching the scene in my head for the millionth time, I bang my head on my desk. The woman I know better than anyone, in this life at least, has been holding this back. I look down to what I've been "working" on, only to crumble it up and toss it at the trashcan. Noticing the creak of the door, I look up at a long time friend, one that I barely know.

Okay, here it was. I'm really not sure how it was... so please tell. Flames are welcome, I guess.

newsieskane- thanks for reviewing. The last part was Creegan's PoV if that helps.

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