Ali was lying in the hospital bed. She was soundly asleep, and she looked peaceful after her recent outbreak.

Elliot came by to see what had happened and Brian informed him of the news.

"Alright, that's good she's okay," Elliot said with care.

"Did you talk to her?" Elliot asked Olivia and Brian.

"Yeah, but she wasn't up to talking much," Brian said.

"Okay, so how did you find her?" Elliot asked.

"I found her, she was outside, and she fainted so I picked her up…"Brian started to explain.

"You don't have to explain the whole story—"Olivia teased.

"I'm getting the facts straight—"Brian whipped back.

"Okay, I got it." Elliot said.

"The doctor found alcohol and LSD in her blood," Olivia added.

"Okay, how old is she?" Elliot asked.

"We don't know she says her name is Ali, No ID, or a last name, and no requests or missing persons matching the case," Brian said.

"Okay…" Elliot said.

"Any signs of injury, bruises?" Elliot asked compassionately.

"Yeah, looked like self-inflicted wounds on her arms, bruises on her abdomen, thighs, and her leg looked like it got hurt – lots of scars and bruises in the area." Brian explained.

"Alright, that could mean abuse." Elliot said with worry in his eyes.

I woke up and I was in the hospital. Why was I here? I had no idea. There were some men in suits outside my room and a woman; I wondered what they were doing. They were just talking with each other about abuse, cutting, and rape. The woman turned to me.

"Oh, good, you are awake." She said. I was confused because the next thing she said was, "Do you remember who I am?"

But the scary thing was, I didn't remember. Did I talk to her before? I think so.

"I-I-I don't remember." I stammered out.

"Do you remember why you are here?" she asked, this time more gentle.

"No." I muttered.

"Ok, sweetheart, you told us that your name was Ali, is that right?" I didn't answer that time. All these questions were giving me a headache. I was trying to remember what we were supposedly talking about, but my mind was a blank slate.

A man, maybe about 30 with brown hair and gentle brown eyes, walked up to me.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked.

"I remember crawling out the window in my room, running to the park, buying a Pepsi, and watching kids play with their parents." What I was saying was the truth, that's what I did remember, at least at this moment; I was obviously here for a reason

"That's good, anything else?" he asked again.

"I don't remember much, just what I told you, why am I here?" I asked. The three people standing in my room looked at each other, the back at me.

"I found you in an alley, you had practically no clothes on, when we were talking before you said you were raped." The 30-ish man explained.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ali said.

"Look, its okay, tell us the truth and we can help you," Elliot said with his eyes looking at Ali.

"I—I'm fine. I just—I want to go home," Ali said.

"Okay, we have to contact your parents—"Brian said.

"No, you don't. Just drop me off, no big deal," Ali said.

"Ali, do you know we found alcohol and LSD in your blood?" Brian asked.

"No, I didn't do anything like that. I'm not some druggie or slut." Ali said.

"We never said that…" Olivia calmed.

"I'm sorry—right now I just want to go. This hospital is giving me the creeps." Ali cried.

"Ali, were you raped?" Elliot asked as he went by her. Brian also came by for support.

"I—umm—no, I mean, I don't know what I told you, but I didn't—I wasn't—"Ali said stammering.

"Okay, sweetheart, we can drop you off, but we need to know you're okay," Elliot said.

"Really, I'm—I'm fine," Ali said.

"How old are you?" Brian asked.

"Thirteen," Ali said looking down.

Brian was bewildered. She was only 13, and a possible drug addict.

"Are you sure you are ok?" Elliot asked again.

"Yes, I fine, I just, I just, was to get out of here." She was crying. Brian looked at Olivia and gave her a small nod. Olivia smiled and walked out of the room. Ali tried to get up out of bed.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked, angry.

"Sweetie, you weren't wearing any." Brian broke the news.

"WHAT?"

"When I found you, all you were wearing was torn underwear, and a long shirt." He explained. Ali's eyes got wide.

"Did they take off my shirt?" she asked. Elliot looked at Brian then back to Ali.

"Sweetheart, listen to me, I understand this makes you uncomfortable—"Elliot started to say.

"Hello!" Ali said angrily.

"Your shirt was cut up, there was blood on it, the doctor had to do an examination to see what was wrong—"Elliot said.

"He touched me! How could he do that, that's disgusting?" Ali said. She seemed very sensitive for some reason.

"Ali, by all means, our point here is to help you, if we made you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry," Elliot said.

Ali started to cry and her hands over the covers.

Elliot realized the cuts and so did Brian for the first time – they actually saw it.

Ali realized and quickly she took her arms and put them behind her back. Her hands were now touching the bed frame.

"Ali, can I see your hand?" Elliot asked this concerned look in his blue eyes.

"No! You can't seem them, you already invaded my privacy! Just stop it!" she yelled out.

"We didn't mean to do that Ali," Brian said.

"Did they see me? Completely, did they?" Ali said almost scared.

"Yes, they did I'm not going to lie to you, let me see your hand," Elliot said.

Ali started to pick up something from behind the bed, Elliot and Brian thought she was just adjusting her hands.

Then it was obvious she was using something sharp to cut herself.

Quickly yet gently, Elliot took her frail hands away from the bed, there was a little blood on it.

Ali started crying.

"It's okay, it's alright," Elliot said as he looked at her.

Elliot got out a nearby alcohol pad and cleaned it.

"Ali, you hurt yourself a lot?" Elliot asked his eyes crossed in a concerned way.

Ali looked into his eyes. They were filled with compassion and understanding. He did want to help.

"Sometimes." She muttered. Elliot looked over at Brian who was listening. Pulling Ali into an embracing hug, he motioned for Brian to come over. Brian too, wrapped his arms around the shaking girl.

"I just needed a release!" she cried out.

"Hun, it's ok, Shh, Shh, just relax, it's ok, we are going to help you." Brian soothed, stroking her hair.

"It's not ok, it's not, I don't remember what happened to me, I don't know why I'm here, I was on drugs that I didn't take, I might have been raped, AND now you guys know I cut!" she was crying uncontrollably.

"Ali, we are going to help, please, just calm down." Elliot instructed but Ali kept crying.

"I want to go home." She kept repeating.

"Sweetie, where is home?" Brian asked. Ali looked up at him with a tear stained face and puffy red eyes.

"RenTavern Apartments." She said softly.

"RenTavern?" Elliot knew that place. High class, very nice. So she couldn't have come from a bad home with poverty, but that still didn't mean she wasn't abused.

"Ali could you tell us your last name?" Brian asked taking out his notepad.

"Laos, Alison Jessica Laos." She said.

"That's a pretty name." Ali shrugged and leaned back into Elliot's embrace.

"Can I go home now?" she asked.

"Of course Ali."

PLease read this! I am changin the second character. It's going from Brian and Munch to Brian and Elliot.

I like that better! Don't worry this is not a slash story!