Here by me chapter 2
Catherine smiled at the little girl, who still looked scared to death. She clung to her monotone hospital blanket like it was a part of her. She stared out the window at a car that pulled up to the emergency room. A man in a dull blue suit got out. She watched him. Catherine saw the girl's bloodied clothes folded neatly on the side table, and promptly bagged them. She turned to Dakota.
"So… Dakota? How old are you?" Catherine asked gently. Two lonely eyes sauntered over to meet Catherine. She paused to ponder her answer.
"Ten," Dakota said. Even if she looked more like seven. Catherine smiled. And opened her mouth to say something, but she continued, "Catherine?" Dakota asked suddenly. Happy to be striking up conversation finally, Catherine sat down at the foot of the bed. Dakota moved closer to her. "Catherine, would you EVER hurt your daughter?" the little girl asked. Catherine frowned.
"I don't remember telling you I had a daughter," Catherine said calmly, pretending not to be alarmed. Dakota grinned.
"You didn't." She said, enjoying Catherine's amusement. "But you were going to." She added. Catherine knew how eerily true that was. Dakota went on; "So Catherine, would you ever hurt your daughter?"
"No… no, I would never hurt my daughter." Catherine assured her. Dakota grabbed Catherine's hand.
"You're a good mother then," Dakota whispered. She cradled Catherine's hand in hers and lovingly brought it to her cheek. Catherine didn't exactly know what to do.
"Dakota?" The girl looked up and let go of Catherine's hand. "Do you know your home phone number, or some way we can contact your parents?" She asked. The little girl paused. Catherine waited.
"He does," Dakota said.
"Who?" Catherine asked, puzzled. Dakota said nothing. A second later, her phone rang. Watching Dakota like she was trying to read her for answers, Catherine picked up her phone. "Willows," she answered.
"Hey, Cat. It's Greg… someone just filed a missing persons on Dakota Lerman… she's ten, about four feet four inches, brown hair and eyes… I thought she matched the description of the kid found near the service station, anyways… her mother is here," he said hastily. Catherine thanked him and hung up. She looked over at Dakota, who was again staring out the window at the man in the ugly blue suit.
"Dakota, I'm… I have to go. But I'll come back, we can talk more then…" Catherine said. The little girl jumped out of the bed and grabbed Catherine's arm.
"Take me with you!" Dakota screeched. Catherine was confused.
"Dakota, your mommy is coming to pick you up. I have to go back to work… don't worry…" She assured the scared girl.
"Take me WITH YOU!" She screamed again, tightening her grip on the CSI.
"Okay," Catherine whispered, "Okay, you can come with me…" she said. Dakota smiled and hugged Catherine tight, again.