Every emotion of uncertainty lapped at Liv's senses. Cammie remained silent, her eyes traveling in circles around the room not wanting to make their final destination. Meeting this older womans eyes.

In the respirations Liv took Cammie could read her efforts. She could tell that Olivia had never quite put these thoughts in to context before.

This was true.

Elliot knew these bits without them needing words so Liv hadn't needed to verbalize what she contained in her skull.

Now Liv felt exposed. Naked. Open.

She knew that her story had opened wounds of Cammie's that had scabbed over but had not healed, wouldn't heal but be more like growths that grew until something burst them.

"I need to make a phone call, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Olivia reached over to squeeze Cammie's shoulder, a silent message sent.

Taking a shuddery sigh when Liv had gone Cammie looked around the room again. Biting her lower lip she squeezed her eyes shut, instinctively forcing the tears away. This time her body would not fight the pain and memories. As if in slow motion Cam felt herself surrender to all she had battled against time after time.

In one heaving sob the child broke.

Habit told her to curl herself in to the smallest human ball possible, but this time old habits died. Cammie's being shook with originally restrained emotion and she couldn't stand to be lying down this time. Angrily, she scrambled off of the bed to run around the small room tearing at all that she possessed, materially and emotionally. Some driving force sent her speeding down a winding path. Nothing could extinguish this fury now.

"...OK... Yea... I'll, uh, I'll call you later... Bye"

Olivia rubbed at her eyes tiredly.

Elliot's words to her minutes before offered support and understanding, he was concerned but, for once, not pressing. He'd made her promise to call him later. She would hold to that promise because she knew she might need someone to listen and perhaps she'd allow herself to lean on him.

Ever thoughtful Karelyn had left two bags on the main desk, their names scribbled on the paper and exuding the scent of warm comfort food.

Taking the bags and scribbling her own note Liv went back to Cammie's room.

Explosive, furious sounds emanated out of the girls room when Liv walked in to the two-way area.

"Oh my God."

Dropping the bags on a side table Liv went back inside the bedroom, Cammie didn't seem to care that she was there this time.

"Cammie" Liv spoke loudly, she was trying to get her attention focused from destruction.

Aware of the teenagers anger Liv moved in on her with quick reflexes. Her strong arms pinnedher arms gently yet firmly to her sides, of course the girl fought now.

"Cammie, honey stop!" Olivia worked to get her attention.

The salty tears traveled continually down past her cheeks wetting her neck. Cammie grumbled and fought with all the defensive instinct inside of her small frame. Liv held tight never quieting her raised, yet comforting tone of voice.

When it had seemed Cam's energy was spent Liv brought herself and Cammie to the floor. Like a small child Camilla now curled in to Olivia's lap and burrowed her face in to Olivia's chest seeming to do anything to gaurd against what could be in the light.

"Shhh, I'm here. Cammie it's gonna be OK, I'm here."

Sobbing further she clutched at Liv's shirt, her sleeves sliding down when she did so. Liv saw where that blood had come from yesterday; cuts, some old and many new, ran up and down Cammie's slender arms.

This time Cammie didn't try to hide her self-inflicted wounds, nor the ones she acquired over the years that were not her doing. Not her fault.

Now the sun was beginning it's accent in to the morning sky.

Never letting go of the quaking figure in her lap Liv shifted, kissed the top of Cammie's head, and began stroking her hair with one hand.