A/N: This is as bad as it's gonna get. If you think I should up the rating, please tell me.

Two Days Later…
Nessa stared at the fast retreating Winkies, wishing with all her soul that she could get up and give them a piece of her mind. "You go to hell!" she yelled weakly, but they were too far away to hear her. She rolled onto her stomach and threw up. She took a deep breath, then kept rolling until she was lying facedown on top of her dress. Oh, how she wished she could dress herself! But she had to wait for Nanny to regain consciousness first. She laid her head down and sobbed, unable to hold her tears in any longer.

"We're going home," she told Nanny as soon as she was dressed a few hours later. "I can't stay her another minute."

Nanny nodded sadly. "What will your father say?"

"I don't care!" wailed Nessa, on the verge of tears again. "I can't stay her another minute."

Nanny sighed. "You're making a mistake," she said, but pushed Nessa towards home anyway. A week after Nessarose's departure, the Thropp family got another knock on the door. Elphaba opened it, not bothering to hide this time.

"Nessa!" she exclaimed happily. "You're back! How many Winkies did you convert?"

Nessa didn't answer. She was silent as Nanny wheeled her into the house.

"Nessa!" cried Elphaba, showing some concern for her sister for the first time. "What's wrong! What happened!"

"Are the detectives still here?" asked Nessa. "I only want to tell the story once."

"Yes," said Elphaba, biting her lip, "we haven't figured out how to get rid of them yet, so they're in the spare bedroom. I'll get them for you." Elphaba ran up the stairs so fast that she appeared to be flying. "Olivia! Elliot! Nessa's back and she wants to talk to you!" The two detectives came rushing out of their room. "What were you doing last night?" Elphaba whispered as they walked past her. "You two woke me up at midnight. You were moaning." She smirked. Olivia rolled her eyes and Elliot clenched his fists. Elphaba took their moment of shock to bypass them on the stairs.

"I need your help," said Nessa as soon as everyone was downstairs, refusing to look anyone in the eye.

"What happened?" Olivia prompted gently, reminded of the traumatized girls she had to talk to back in New York.

"In the Vinkus, a couple of days ago, I met some Winkies. Five of them. They were all brothers. They seemed so nice, and Nanny and I made fast friends with them. But then," Nessa took a deep breath, "they knocked Nanny out, and then took me out of my wheelchair and laid me on the ground, stripped off my clothes, and…" She couldn't finish. She started crying. Elphaba ran and hugged her distressed sister, despite the tears that burned her skin.

"Did they rape you?" Olivia asked, bending onto one knee in front of the weeping girl's wheelchair. She nodded and wiped away her tears. Olivia looked meaningfully at Elliot, who let out a low whistle.

"Oz isn't what it used to be," he said.

"What do you mean?" asked Elphaba, letting go of her sister and turning to face him.

Suddenly, the detectives understood. The Wizard of Oz hadn't happened yet, and Wicked was in its beginnings. It was very strange, knowing the future of everyone in the room. "Nothing," said Elliot.

Elphaba stared at them both suspiciously for a moment- she had seen the dawning on their faces- then stood up. "I'll be in my room," she said, then ran upstairs.

Olivia watched her go. She signaled to Elliot to stay and comfort Nessa and followed the green girl upstairs. "Elphaba," she asked, knocking gently on the open door, "are you okay?"

Elphaba turned and stared at her. "No…" she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What's wrong?"

"I should've stopped Father from letting Nessa go. I knew something bad was going to happen; I just knew it!" A look of horror crossed her face. "Father!" she groaned, "What will he say?" Elphaba searched Olivia for an answer.

"I don't know," said Olivia kindly.

Elphaba flopped down onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow, but she didn't dare cry. Her skin was still irritated from Nessa's tears. "Why'd you follow me, anyway?" asked Elphaba without looking up.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Well, you know, so why won't you leave?"

"If I leave, I tell Frex."

Elphaba turned so she was lying on her back, petrified with fear. "No!" she managed to croak. "Don't tell! He won't be any help!" Then, she smiled as a wonderful idea hit her. "I'll help you. Please."

"Why should I?" blurted Olivia, stunned by Elphaba's sudden helpfulness.

"I know the Vinkus like the back of my hand," she said. "Father made me go when I was Nessa's age, and I stayed for almost a year."
Olivia began considering it; Elphaba would be an asset if she and Elliot were to ever catch the men responsible for this. "Fine, as long as it's alright with your dad."

"I'll just tell him you're making a pilgrimage and that you'll need my help. We'll pretend I'm going to convert you to unionism."

"Then let's go, before they have any time to get too far away from us."