AN: I love you guys! Seriously, no lie, you are all so supportive, and I'm so thankful. Unfortunately, my updates might be slightly more infrequent because school has started. It's junior year for me, homework is insane, and when I'm not doing homework, extra-curricular drama is ruling my life.

Warning: This chapter is rated M. It contains graphic content, and strong language, emphasis on strong.

Dedication: This one goes out to nickysbabygirl for giving me a brilliant suggestion which has helped me very much in bridging what has happened in this story, and what will happen. Also, to de wolf, for the reviews.

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Residence of Mike Logan

Monday, July 17th, 7:32 AM

Mike groaned, hating his body's alarm clock for never allowing him the joy of sleeping in past seven…without a couple shots of hard vodka. Walking into the kitchen, he was surprised to find Rebecca sitting at the table, already up, dressed, and apparently showered.

"Morning, sunshine." Mike said, walking towards the kettle, "What has you up at this ungodly hour?"

"I couldn't sleep," Rebecca admitted, her eyes downcast, "So, I just got up."

"Breakfast-" Mike started, before Rebecca cut him off.

"I was just about to make it!" She cried, panicked as she jumped up, "Promise. What do you want?"

Mike felt the burning sensation in his eyes; one of repressed tears. One he found he was getting used to. Forcing himself to laugh instead in an attempt to reassure her, he spoke up.

"I meant you should eat something, Rebecca," Mike said, "I have cereal, toast, oatmeal. I could make you pancakes if you want."

"Are you sure? It's fine, I don't mind making something." Rebecca said, still not meeting his eyes.

"Rebecca," Mike said, almost whispering her name as he gently lifted her chin, "I asked to foster you because I want to take care of you, okay? It's not supposed to be you taking care of me. I know you're used to having to look after your mom. You don't have to do that with me, okay?"

Rebecca nodded as Mike released his hold on her chin.

"So, what can I get you, Rebecca?"

"Becky." Rebecca whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"Becky." Rebecca repeated, "Can you call me Becky?"

Mike smiled at his foster daughter's first definite sign of trust.

"I think I can do that, kiddo." Mike responded, "We never talked about what you should call me, did we?"

Rebecca shook her head.

"Mike is fine if that's what you want to call me. Or you can call me Uncle Mike," Mike shut his eyes, pondering if it was wise to give her the option of the last title, deciding for it instead of against it, "I don't expect you to call me 'dad' right away. But if you ever, at any point, want to…you can."

Becky smiled in appreciation, but shook her head, knowing it was too soon.

"I'm going to stick with Mike for now."

"Mike will be great then." He said, "So, we have another appointment with Doctor Olivet at ten. I thought after that we could take care of registration at Saint Catherine's High School. Sound good?"

"Great." Rebecca responded.

"You know what?" Mike said, "There's a great café across the street, and I'm a pathetic cook."

Rebecca laughed softly.

"Okay."

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Office of Dr. Elizabeth Olivet

Monday, July 17th, 10:01 AM

"Morning Mike." Elizabeth said from behind her desk, "Have a seat."

"Hi Liz…Dr. Oliv-"

"Liz will suffice." Elizabeth responded, her eyes sparkling, "How did the weekend go?"

"I think we're making progress," Mike admitted, "There have been a couple scares, but…well…she's doing as well as can be expected."

"What did you do over the weekend?" Elizabeth asked.

"Carolyn took her shopping on Saturday, so she finally has clothes that aren't oversized, and while they shopped, I did paperwork, and then Care took Becky to mass on Sunday morning, and then she came over and we…" Mike laughed, "We all sat around the kitchen table and played trivial pursuit."

Mike and Elizabeth shared a laugh.

"Who won?"

"Carolyn. I don't think I've ever met a woman that smart." Mike said, a smile creeping up on him, "Besides you, doc."

"It sounds like Carolyn's getting pretty involved in your life. How do you feel about that?"

Mike pondered this. Carolyn was his partner, his dearest friend…how did he feel about her playing surrogate mother to his foster daughter, about being with her outside of the office?

He didn't know. He'd known from the beginning that Carolyn Barek wasn't a woman to be messed with. If anything, she was a force to be reckoned with. She was without a doubt the most intelligent, compassionate woman Mike had ever known. But how did he feel? He thought it was a mystery until his subconscious mind-set took over and answered for him.

"Great."

10:50 AM

"Hi, Rebecca."

"Morning, Doctor."

Rebecca forced herself not to feel apprehensive. She'd always been interested in psychology, always found it fascinating. And yet, she found, when it came to getting her own head 'shrunk'…she was a mess.

"I usually don't do this," Elizabeth said, "But…why don't you call me Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth." Rebecca agreed, sitting down, feeling a more relaxed vibe from calling Elizabeth by her first name

"How are you today? Mike mentioned that you had a couple anxiety attacks over the weekend."

"Good. I'm feeling better now. Thanks…thanks for the sleeping pills" Rebecca said, blushing, "They helped."

"Mike tells me you asked him to call you Becky. What led to that?" The psychologist asked, smiling.

"It just seemed right," Rebecca admitted, "I mean…Outside of him…and maybe Carolyn…I still want it to be Rebecca, but…"

"What?" Elizabeth persisted.

Rebecca debated saying what was on her mind. It was too early to be sure. For all she knew…she could end up not being around Mike and Carolyn long enough to know.

It was dangerous to admit to it, she decided, but keeping it to herself would be all the more dangerous.

"I think I'm starting to trust them."

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OPP (Major Case)

1:13 PM

"Coffee, Alex? Carolyn?" Bobby asked, heading for the pot.

"That's a negative." Alex said to Bobby, watching Carolyn nod in agreement. Their Squadroom was efficient in many areas. The coffee was, however, lacking.

"Wasn't Mike bringing Rebecca by to go over her statement?" Alex asked, looking to Carolyn.

"Yeah…he just called me. They'll be here…right now." Carolyn responded.

"Greetings all." Mike said.

"Hey, Mike." Carolyn said, her gaze then shifting to Rebecca, "Hi, beautiful."

"Hi, Carolyn." Rebecca said, attempting a smile.

"Hey, Rebecca," Alex said, smiling, "Wanna come with me, and we'll just go over your statement one more time?"

"Okay." Rebecca said, ever-present fear increasing.

Alex tentatively put an arm around the young woman, leading her to the nearest interview room, Bobby following.

"I'm worried about her, Carrie." Mike whispered.

"She's in good hands." Carolyn whispered back, "You know Bobby, and you know Alex. They would both die before doing anything that would hurt her."

Mike sighed, not sure if he was ready to voice his fear.

"It's not that I'm worried about. I mean, I'm worried. In general. I worry that she'll spend the rest of her life dealing with anxiety attacks, and repressed memories that resurface at the worst possible times. I'm worried that she'll always under-eat, and always have trust issues, confidence issues."

Carolyn closed her eyes, hating what she had to say; hating the truth.

"So am I, Mike. So am I."

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"Okay, Rebecca. I know this is really hard, sweetie, but we need to talk about the things your mother made you do with men. Last time…you told us she solicited you. We need to know what you were forced to do after you were with men." Alex said, hating everything about this scenario.

She'd worked in Vice. For years. Trying to stop this from happening. Trying to stop abuse of women. Not just prostitution- but degradation. And when it came to the kids…well, that was just hell.

"Take…as much time as you need." Bobby said, his voice soft.

"It wasn't my…mother that did the soliciting. It was her boyfriend…Martin. I don't know his last name," Rebecca said, looking at Bobby apologetically.

"That's okay," Bobby said, his voice low, "Just…just tell us what you know, and…and, well…we'll take it from there, sweetheart."

Rebecca nodded, blinking.

"They did it from the apartment on the weekends. The going rate was one hundred an hour. And…I'd sit in my bedroom while they'd talk business with…the, uh…clients. They were usually friends of Martin's that would keep coming back for more. So, on Friday and Saturday, I'd…give them what they wanted…"

"And what did they want?" Alex asked, wanting nothing more than to hug the girl sitting in front of her, take her out for ice cream, and try to make her laugh. Try to make her forget.

Bobby watched as Rebecca closed her eyes, clearly forced all emotion away, opened them, and began to speak in a voice completely devoid of feeling.

This was bad. This was going to be bad, and he knew it.

"They were mostly into S&M. Usually it was just the three guys…I don't know their names…one guy told me his name was John, I'm not sure if that's true. But, they'd pool their money and pay for Friday and Saturday night. And they'd…"

She couldn't do it. She couldn't hold back her pain anymore, and Bobby knew it, and yet he found himself wondering what was better- to let her continue in this trance-like state or to force her to feel it; to feel the pain; the agony; the suffering.

In the end, Rebecca decided for him. She took a deep breath, and continued to speak, the only sign of any emotion coming from her being the constant, involuntary shivering.

"They'd take me to their house…to the basement, which was an S&M dungeon. Sometimes Martin would come…and…they'd…gang-bang me. They…uh…they used to play this game, where they'd see who could make me cry the most."

Listening to Rebecca, all Alex could think was about how much she wanted to make the bastards cry. The death penalty would be too kind.

"Okay." Bobby said, "You said that Martin would sell you on Friday and Saturday. What about Sunday?"

Rebecca looked up from her trance-like state, tears filling her eyes.

"I…can't," She whispered, her voice broken, "I can't. I'm sorry. Please don't make me."

Kneeling in front of her, Alex put her hand on Rebecca's knee.

"It can't hurt you anymore than it already has." Alex said, her voice quiet.

"I can't!" Rebecca cried out, moving to run from the room.

Bobby, however, was prepared for that. Moving in front of her, he caught Rebecca, holding her in his arms as she cried; as she tried to get away.

"Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca," He said, his voice calm as he stopped her from running out, chanting her name, "Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen."

She fell to the ground, gave up her attempts to run from her past, and finally released it, sobbing. Alex watched as Bobby kneeled down on the ground; pulled the shaking girl into his arms; held her; cradled her.

Alex had always seen that side of her partner; had always known it was present within him. That despite her partner's large stature, that despite the fact he seemed invulnerable, there was that side of him; a side that was overwhelmingly gentle and loving. A side that took responsibility for things that were out of his control; who felt so much for the victims that often he had to turn his compassion off altogether to get the job done.

Yet to see that side manifest itself with the victims…at times it still surprised her, and this was one of those times. Because never- never had she seen him this affected.

"No one's going to hurt you," Bobby whispered, "We're not going to hurt you. You're safe."

She shuddered, her shivering still abundant, and Bobby pulled his arms around her; held her closer.

"What happened on Sundays, Rebecca?"

"Martin," Rebecca whispered, still crying, "Martin would do things to me, and my mother would take pictures."

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Residence of Mike Logan

Monday, July 17th, 10:45 PM

When she'd walked out of the interview room, and into his open arms, he'd seen the way her eyes had died. He had seen it; and he had cursed it. God only knew what it meant; God only knew the horrors that ran rampant through her mind.

And that just reminded Mike of all the reasons he hated God.

Carolyn, too, had seen the pain in Rebecca's eyes turn to death, had turned to Deakins, raised an eyebrow, and watched him nod. She had then taken her coat, wrapped it around Rebecca's shaking shoulders, and walked out with her and Mike.

The evening had passed in a blur. Rebecca had sat on the couch and watched television with Mike and Carolyn, her shivering rarely ceasing.

At six, Carolyn had made them all eat, and watched as Rebecca pushed food around her plate, eating about a quarter of what was put in front of her.

At eight, Rebecca had finally just crawled into bed, Mike staying at her bedside until she fell asleep.

When Mike had come out of Rebecca's room, it had been eight-thirty, and for the next half-hour, there had just been silence. Mike had come out of Rebecca's room, and sat down in silence.

Carolyn had chosen to respect her partner's lack of conversation, knowing that his thoughts were racing in such a way that he couldn't speak- not even if he wanted to.

Finally, after a gasp broke the silence, Carolyn turned to see something she'd never thought she would.

Mike had started to cry.

"Mike," She'd whispered, reaching out to touch him.

"Don't…" He had choked, his voice breaking, "Don't…"

Then, in a moment, she took him into her arms, and for the next half-hour, they had cried together, finally falling asleep on the couch, in each other's arms.

And throughout the time the two friends had cried, held each other, and finally fallen asleep, in the other room, a child cried in her sleep from the force of her nightmares.

Then, at ten forty-five, Rebecca's scream of fear woke them. Mike, Carolyn noticed, was on his feet running to his daughter's room before she could so much as register the sound. Yet once she did, she, too, found herself at the door to Rebecca's room faster than she would have believed, only to find Rebecca sobbing and hysterical in Mike's arms as he tried to reassure her.

"No!" Rebecca cried, her voice strangled, trying to fight him off her, "No, get off me, don't touch me! Please! No! Don't!"

"Becky, sweetheart, it was just a dream. It's over, baby, it's over," Mike whispered, pulling her closer, only to find her resisting even more.

"Stop!" Rebecca pleaded, "Don't…don't…"

Carolyn realized then what was going on; realized that Rebecca was so lost within her nightmares that no male- not even Mike- was going to be able to comfort her.

"Mike," Carolyn said softly, "She doesn't know that it's you. She thinks she's still being raped."

Instantly, Mike let go of Rebecca, looking at Carolyn.

"What do I do?" He asked, panic abundant in his eyes.

Carolyn didn't respond, not wanting to admit that she didn't know that he could do. So, instead, she turned her attention to the hysterical young woman in front of her.

"Rebecca," Carolyn said, her voice firm but gentle as she came closer, kneeling in front of the girl who in so many ways, was becoming the daughter she never had, "Rebecca, look at me."

"Martin, no, stop!" Rebecca begged.

"Martin's not here, Rebecca." Carolyn said, forcing her voice to be calm, strong, and every emotion she wasn't feeling at the current moment, "It's me, honey, it's Carolyn. You're here with me, and Mike, and you're safe."

"Carolyn?" Rebecca said, her voice timid, "Make him stop. Please. Please make him stop. Mommy isn't stopping him."

Carolyn finally realized that the only way to get Rebecca out of this hell she was reliving was to get inside it for herself.

"What is he doing, Rebecca?"

"He's inside me," She whispered, "It's burning, God, it's burning. He's forcing me, he's forcing things inside me, and I can't see anything. Please, please, make him stop!"

"I'm trying, my love," Carolyn whispered, trying to stop herself from uttering her disgust out loud with a similar string of the obscenities Mike had just let lose.

"They've left me here for days," Rebecca whimpered, "And…oh, God, they're back again. Martin's…please, no. Please, no. It hurts, please, stop! Mommy, don't let him!"

"I'm going to kill that fucking bastard when I get my hands on him!" Mike hissed in the background, torn between rage and pain, wrath for his foster daughter's biological mother, and his compassion for her.

"Are you in the closet, Rebecca? Are your mom and Martin with you?" Carolyn asked, watching the girl nod, "Okay. Okay. Rebecca. Look around, sweetheart. Look around you. You're not there, are you? See? Martin's not here, your mother's not here. It's just me, you, and Mike, and you're safe."

And with that, Rebecca broke down with a force that Mike had never seen her break down with; with that, Rebecca was back with him.

"It felt so real…" Rebecca whimpered as Carolyn pulled her into her arms, "Oh, God, Carolyn…Mike…I…I'm sorry."

"C'mere," Mike said, sitting next to her on the bed, putting his arms around her as Carolyn continued stroking Becky's hair, "No, Becky, this wasn't your fault. This wasn't your fault, and I'm not going to let you apologize for it."

"Mike's right…Rebecca," Carolyn said, choosing to go for her given name over the nickname Mike had chosen, "It's okay, it's okay."

Still sobbing as she sat between Mike and Carolyn, Rebecca managed to gasp through her tears that she needed to take a shower, then left to do so.

Mike and Carolyn sat on her bed, motionless and silent for an amount of time that neither could identify. The silence was then shattered by Mike's cell phone ringing.

"Logan," He replied, looking at Carolyn, "You have? Good. Do you need us to come down there? Verify anything?…Alright. Good."

He hung up the phone, closed his eyes, and turned to Carolyn, who sat, waiting for whatever news had come to her partner, fear and hope playing tug-of-war in her gut.

"What is it?" She asked.

"That was Alex. Albany police found Leona and Martin. They've been put under arrest, and they're being transported back to Manhattan."

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A/N: Oh, yes, I am evil. Stay tuned! Please review.