AN: Sorry I couldn't put a chapter up yesterday. My mom took away my computer privalges. Soemthing about spending to much time on the computer. :) Soheres to everyone who looked for a new chapter yesterday, couldn't find one and worried that somthing had happened to me. And heres to everyone who didn't notice. :)

Sara woke the next morning to Tony shaking her gently awake. She cracked her eyes open and looked at Tony.

"Greg's here," he wispered.

Sara opened her eyes the rest of the way. She sat up and turned to Greg, who was sitting in the chair my her bed. He had a sad, sort of disappointed look on his face.

"Hi Greg," she said. Greg had two cups of coffee in his hands. He handed on to her and sat back down. Sara's smile grew.

"Thanks." Greg just nodded. Sara took a deep breath.

"Greg, I'm sorry. But you needed to sleep," Sara said.

Greg nodded sadly. "Yeah."

"Did you get you sleep," Sara asked. Greg nodded again. Then he smiled.

"I just, wanted to make sure you're okay. Just...protect you."

Sara was about to say "I can protect myself" or something like that. Then the last couple days of memories caught up with her and the statement dies in her throat. She smiled at Greg.

"Thanks," she said, and Greg nodded again. Lena chose that moment to come in. She was carrying a bag Sara assumed held her clothes and Tony's things.

"Morning Sara. Hi Greg," she greeted them. Tony scrambled out of the bed, walked over to Lena and gave her a hug. "Hello Tony," she said.

Sara and Greg both greeted Lena.

"Sara, you're leaving today right," Lena asked. Sara nodded.

"Soon as the nurse gives me my last check up."

Lena nodded. "Well, I'm here to help."

About an hour later, they were all leaving the hospital. Sara was in a wheelchair, and she didn't protest as much as Greg thought she would. Here feet really hurt, and she was actually grateful she didn't have to walk. The doctors gave Sara her painkillers and set up a date for her to come back to get her stitches removed. Tony was sitting on Sara's lap, and Greg was pushing the wheelchair.

Sara was very pleased she was finally getting out of the hospital. They got to Greg's car and Tony hopped of Sara's lap. At Greg's direction, he and Lena climbed into the back seat. With Greg's help, Sara managed to get into the front seat. She thanked him and Greg but the wheelchair in the trunk.

They got to Greg's apartment without incident and thankfully Greg lived on the bottom floor, so they didn't have to worry about any stairs. Lena brought the bag in and Tony sat on Sara's lap again. Sara was actually amazed how clean Greg's apartment was.

"Tony, why don't you go with Lena and get cleaned up," she said to the little boy on her lap. He looked up at her and nodded. He climbed off.

"Bathrooms...um...second door down that hall," Greg said pointing. Lena pulled a change of clothes for Tony out of the bag and followed Greg's directions to the bathroom, Tony trailing behind her.

"Thanks, Greg," Sara said to the young man standing in front of her. He smiled and shrugged.

"Whenever I pictured you moving in here...I never though it would be under these circumstance," Greg said with a grin.

Sara started laughing

"Keep dreaming lover boy," she said. It was Greg's turn to laugh. They joked for a few more minutes and then Lena and Tony came back.

"Hey, Sara. Is it alright if I take Tony to get an ice cream cone," She asked. Sara shrugged.

"Sure. The protective detail is still following us, so make sure they're following you."

Lena nodded. She left the apartment, holding Tony's hand, with a small smile on her face. Now it was just Sara and Greg alone in the apartment. With Greg's help, Sara managed to get onto the couch.

"You want anything to drink," he asked her. She shook her head.

"Thanks though."

Greg nodded and poured himself a glass of soda. He came back and sat on the other end of the couch.

"Sara, why'd you take that little boy in," he asked her. Sara looked at him. Talking about this would only lead to talk of her childhood. And well...some things were better kept among as few people as possible

"He didn't have anyone else," Sara said. She knew she was kid of avoiding the question, and hoped Greg would just drop it. A wasted hope as it turned out.

"You see a lot of victims that don't have anyone else. What makes this boy different," he said. He looked at her with curiosity. She shrugged and refused to look at him.

"I guess I just understand what's happening to him."

"Sara, you understand a lot of things. I probably understand what that little boy's going through. But don't just understand do you?"

Now she looked at him. 'He really did grow up' she thought. And he knew the questions to ask to make her talk. Now would be her last chance to turn back, to just refuse to answer.

"Okay. I know what he going though. I probably could tell you most of the thoughts in his head. I know what it's like to see your parents fight all the time, to have to move constantly so the doctors at the hospital don't recognize you. I know what it's like to wake up late at night and hear yet another fight, only to see that it isn't like any other fight they've had before. I know what it's like to see a blade get pressed into one of your parent's chest, to know your other parent held the handle of the knife. I know what it's like to live with strangers, to have shrinks try to get in your head. I know what it's like to have people tell you everything will be okay, even though you know it will never be okay. I know what it's to move from home to home, 'cause nobody has room in their house for a troubled kid who yells and shouts all the time."

At the end, Sara was crying. Tears spilled down her cheeks, even though she tried to hold them in. She stopped, because her tears got to thick. Greg moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her shaking frame. She continued to cry into his chest, but he didn't mind. He held her tightly and rocked her back and forth. He didn't say anything, didn't try to tell her it would be okay, he knew it would be pointless. He just held her, and that was all the comfort Sara needed.

For the first time, in a very long time, Sara felt completely safe. She felt totally safe in Greg's arms because she knew as long as Greg held her, nothing bad would happen. She knew that Greg wouldn't let anything happen to her. She knew he would protect her with everything he had.