Ok people! I really hope you like this fic and thank you for all the reviews!!!!!!! Much appreciated! Oh, a quick little note, For my other fic, who are you, I have 4 pages of chapter 7 and I'm gonna work on it today. Also, Cruz lives about 4 blocks from the precinct, okay? Okay. ENJOY!!!!

Chapter 4

Cruz looked around her room wondering how she got there. "I thought I was in the living room," she mumbled. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:15. ~The last time I remember it being was about quarter to 11. Where the hell did the time go?~ Cruz was very confused. "How did I get in the bedroom?" she shouted. "Oh my gosh. Kaylee." She started looking around her room, in her closet, under her bed, and in draws. "Shit, shit, shit." she muttered. "I lost a child. How the hell can I lose a child?"

She ran out into the living room. "Kaylee!", she shouted. She heard nothing. No crying, no screaming nothing. ~The apartment is too quiet. I can't go back to living like this. Wait a f*cking second. Where did she go?~ Cruz started to get a memory of what happened. "Those people." she whispered. "They came in and took her. Sonofabitch."

Cruz grabbed her phone and called Monroe. ~C'mon, be there.~ she thought desperately.

"Hello."

"Monroe, it's Cruz. Listen I was watching a little girl yesterday, well today and now she's gone."

"Gone? Why were you watching a little girl? And why did you call me?"

"I called you because you were the first person I thought of. She was a child abuse case that I walked into. We gotta find her."

"How did you lose her?" Monroe sighed.

"I didn't lose her, Sasha!" Cruz shouted. "People came in and took her."

Monroe sounded worried now. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Cruz shouted. "We gotta get her back. She trusted me."

"No offense, Sarge, but why would she trust you? Nobody trusts you."

Cruz felt like she got punched in the stomach. "She's a kid. Kids trust easily."

"I'm calling the house and I'll call ya back." Monroe hung up the phone.

"Bitch." Cruz muttered. ~Why would she trust me? And how would she know that I don't like Faith. We were civil to each other, kinda. Dammit. I got played.~ Cruz sat on the couch waiting for Monroe to call back. Finally about 5 minutes later, the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Sarge, it's Monroe. Lieu said for you to come in, he wants to talk to you."

~Great.~ "Fine. I'll be right there." Monroe hung up and Cruz hung up 3 seconds later. Cruz got up and got dressed. She pulled on sweats and a sweatshirt, grabbed her keys and walked out the door. She walked the four blocks to the precinct, silent not caring when people bumped into her.

She stepped inside and walked to the desk.

"Over here." Lieu said. She walked with him to a little room and sat down, prepared for what was gonna happen.

"I never thought you would take a child in, Maritza." Lieu started.

Cruz looked up at him.

"I'm happy you did. Do you remember what the people that took her looked like?"

"No. They were wearing masks."

"What was the girls' mother's name?"

"Theresa Castillo."

"I'm gonna run a backround check on her. Stay here. Oh, you know you have a shift right?"

Cruz nodded. "I wanna look for her."

Lieu nodded, gave her a smile and left. She waited for about 20 minutes.

Lieu came back into the room. "Okay." he put down a picture on the table. "Is this her?"

Cruz leaned over and looked at the picture. "Yes."

"Sonofabitch." he muttered.

"What?"

"She's a cop."

"Are you kidding me?" Cruz asked.

"No. She's from Boston and was a really good cop until her daughter was born. Something changed in her. Her real name is Theresa Vilar."

Cruz looked at Lieu. "Theresa Vilar?"

"Yeah."

"I heard of her. Something about trying to kill her kid, right?"

"Kinda. She was a cop, so she knew the dangers of the world. When her daughter was born, she didn't want her to have to worry about the dangers. She quit the force and began trying to force people to take care of daughter."

"She ran up to them on the street?"

"No. She would follow them for about a month and then decide if she wanted her daughter to go to them. Then she would make a public scene where someone would take the girl. Theresa would still follow them around and after about a day, get people to take her back. My guess is that your one of those people."

"But the girl was bruised." Cruz stated.

Lieu nodded. "She did that herself to make people feel bad and want to take her daughter. Also every time she took her daughter back she'd beat her saying it was her fault that no one wants to keep her. In her eyes, no one was good enough to take care of her, but she wouldn't admit that and blamed the girl. She did that to so many people in Boston that she had to move. I have a friend in Boston who told me about her and he figured that she would come to New York because it's a bigger city. She moved to New York about 2 years ago. Then right after, people started to call in and tell me that some lady was hurting her kid. It seemed as soon as they went to the police, she took her back."

"But I am the police. Why would she let me take her?"

"I don't know. Maybe she was getting desperate. Whatever it was, she must've thought you'd do a good job."

"But the girl knew about the whole thing with Yokas. She said 'I had the feeling you didn't like her.', but we were being civil to each other."

"Theresa probably quizzed the girl on each 'new parent' to try to get them to keep her."

"What a psycho."

Lieu nodded.

"Why was she never found?"

"She isn't stupid and she remembers how cops work. She'd wait awhile in between like 1 month."

"We gotta help this girl, Lieu."

"Who Theresa, or the kid?"

"The kid. I... Never mind."

Lieu looked at Cruz. "We will. Now, what's the girls name?"

"Kaylee. K-A-Y-L-E-E." She smiled thinking of that time in the diner when Kaylee spelt her name for her.

"Description."

"You're doing an Amber Alert?"

Lieu nodded.

"About 3 feet tall, maybe 3 and ½ feet, about 40 pounds, brown eyes, long brown hair. She had a sweatshirt on." Cruz paused. ~My sweatshirt~ "..and jeans." Cruz~ I wonder if she understands what her mother was doing to her. I wish I could take her. She'd b safe with me. I'd never let anyone hurt her. I gotta get her back.~

Cruz jumped out of her chair. "I'm gonna go look for her." and without waiting for Lieu to respond, she ran out of the room. She ran out of the precinct bumping into a bunch of people on the way. "Sorry." she called back.

She ran outside and stopped short. ~Now where do I go?~ She looked around at where she was. ~She could be anywhere in the city by now.~ "Crap!" she shouted. She started walking home. ~I can't let that crazy bitch take that little girl away from me. I could be a better mom than that dumb bitch. Well, anyone can but I want to!~ Cruz stopped walking. ~When did I start feeling this way? I haven't even known this girl for a day. Whatever, I need to do this.~

Determined she walked quickly to her apartment. She ran up the stairs and flung open her door. She ran into her bedroom, looking for something that had her scent on it. The phone rang.

She reached for it and cradling it under her ear said, "What?"

"Cruz, it's Bosco." He coughed. "I heard about what happened to that girl from last night. I'm sorry."

"Are you looking for her?"

"Yeah. Everyone is, mostly. We wanna help you. Faith told me how much that girl changed you. I'm happy."

"I can be happy too when that girl is back with me."

"You wanna adopt her?"

Cruz~ Shit.~ "I think so." ~Why did I tell him that? Crap. Now everyone is probably gonna give up looking for her 'cuz they don't think I can take care of a child.~

"I think you'd be good with her."

"Why are you being nice?" Cruz asked.

"I'm not really sure. I gotta get back looking. Are you staying at your place all day?"

"Don't know. I'll have my cell on." She hung up.

Not a minute later, the phone rang.

"Dammit, Bosco. I'm trying to do something here." She picked up the phone. "What?" she practically shouted.

"Ritza. It's me." A little voice shook on the other end.

"Kaylee? Where are you baby?"

"I don't know. I think we're in Queens." Kaylee shut up and Cruz heard someone yelling in the backround.

"How far did you go? I'm gonna give you a key. Start to cry is 20 minutes or less, cough is over 20 minutes to about an hour and say I don't know for over an hour."

Kaylee had a coughing fit.

Cruz smiled. "That's my girl." she said.

"How long is that?"

Cruz smacked her head. ~Dammit she's 7. ~

"Where you in a car for a long time?"

"Yes."

"Was it a dark car? Did you see the front of it?"

"Yes. No." Cruz heard someone yell in the backround.

"Kaylee, sweetie, when you get out of this, do you want to live with me?"

"Yes." Kaylee started crying. "Get me away from her! Help me."

Cruz almost had tears in her eyes. "Live for that. Live so you can live with me. Think of that. Be strong!!!!"

The phone went dead and there was a dial tone in Cruz's ear.

TBC

Ok, if you have any questions, email me @ ThirdWatchCruzer@aol.com. I wrote this really quickly and may have missed some details. This won't get continued until next Monday, the 19th. Okay, stay tuned. READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!