A/N: Here it is! It's not all, but it's something. Oh, and I can't say when I'll update again… probably next week, but not sure when. Please, review!

"Care to explain to us what you were going to explain to her?" Elliot inquired.

"Bobby and I met when I was twelve, at school, that's six years ago… He and his partner, I don't think I ever caught his name (he was – he didn't understand Bobby, he didn't even try to). Anyway, they went there to explain what their job was about. They didn't really talk much before the teacher asked them if they thought they could answer questions about out projects.

"We were working in groups, or alone on whatever we wanted, all year long and many of us had questions that the teacher thought they could answer, or at least give us a little help with," Rachel explained, pausing for a second to make sure neither detective had got lost. "Mine had a lot to do about umm, criminal psychology I guess it was. Bobby knew what I was talking about, he was interested, he answered my questions... and it looked like he knew a lot more than he even had time to explain right then.

"When the bell rang, just before they left the school I caught him and asked him if he could help me (with my project)… I wasn't exactly a shy kid, not with adults at least… he gave me his card and told me to call him…"

"And you called him." Elliot stated, more than asked.

"Well, yeah… my teacher didn't have any idea what my project was about, she didn't understand a single word I had written, and the same with my mom, but I was still interested in my project, and it was mine. I went home that afternoon and told her everything about it (to my mom, about Bobby and his job, and the questions and the answers, and how he had agreed to help me and everything). So I called him. We talked, and my mom and him talked and the following day mom took me to the building where he works… I met Jim that day, so did mom.

"Bobby kept there some books that I could use and he let me take a look at them… mom wanted to wait for me but she had an appointment with her doctor and she talked to Bobby and Jim and so I stayed, and Bobby dropped me off on his way home."

"So umm, your mother was okay with leaving you there, just like that? I mean, you were twelve, right?"

"I was twelve, but she was ill and she knew that after she died I would be on my own mostly and I think she was glad when I met Bobby… I think he saw both Bobby and Jim as men I could count on after she was gone…"

"When did she die?"

"About seven months later, during the summer."

"And then what happened?"

"I moved to Argentina with my aunt and her husband… they had a two year-old boy, Manuel. I wasn't going to start school till March of the following year so I-"

"So why leave just then instead of waiting till March?"

"That's were I was going… I wanted to go to Argentina to get to know how things worked, I wanted to meet people before I started school, I wanted to improve my Spanish so that it wouldn't be so hard when I did start school… That's why I didn't wait to leave. Besides, my mother had died. I needed to get away from New York."

"What about your father?"

"And what about your sister?" Elliot inquired.

TBC…