"Your name is now Charlotte Hanson, but everyone calls you Charli. Both your parents were arrested because of drug and child abuse. You got placed into my custody. You are no longer Hannah Peralta, the daughter of a pilot and sister of a cop. You are in the criminal world now, sweetie." When I first got kidnapped, these were the first words that the man who kidnapped me had said to me. He was part of the mob and did a bunch of criminal stuff. I was only nine when he kidnapped me. Eight years later, no-one has found or identified me as Hannah Peralta and in those eight years, I was forced into doing a bunch of stuff I wish I didn't do.

"ID please." The man at the bar asks me as I order a beer.

"Here" I growl, showing him my fake ID. I own a fake ID because in reality, I'm only seventeen. He grabs me a beer and I pop open the lid and drink a few swigs.

"You really gotta drink less Charli." The man who kidnapped me says, but he makes me call him Eric as a cover name, but for business he tells people his real name.

"If you don't want me to drink, stop taking me to bars Eric." "Eric" chuckles at my words and nods.

"You do have a point. Why don't you ever tie up that mess?" He asks, pointing at my brown hair, also known as the biggest knot on the planet.

"Give me a hair tie then." As I say those six words, a man enters the bar, a guy I vaguely recognise enters, but I can't put my tongue on how I know him. "Eric" doesn't notice him so I point my head in his direction.

"Charli, go up and talk to him, see what he's here for. I don't know him, and I'm sure I don't wanna know him." I nod and walk up to him.

"Hey, do I know you?" I ask him, trying to sound older than I am.

"Not that I know of, but my name is Jake Peralta, what's your name." It all clicks when he says his name. My eyes widen in shock but he doesn't notice.

"I'm Charlotte Hanson, but everyone calls me Charli."

Hours pass until "Eric" lets me go home. I enter my crappy apartment. The wallpaper is barely hanging on to the wall and the carpet has a musty smell to it.

"I really need to renovate" I say to myself. I trunge towards the bathroom and snatch my toothbrush off of the sink. I take my time brushing my teeth then I wash off my toothbrush, take off my smelly clothes and hop under the shower. I let the water wash all the soap off of me and I slowly get out. I dry myself off and put on my PJ's and go to bed.

(Six Months Later)

*Beep Beep*

"Ugh! It's too early for this! Damn you phone!" I yell at my hated phone. I check who's texting me, surprise surprise! It's "Eric".

"Hey kiddo, partay tonight. The warehouse. Six O'clock." I glance at the top of my phone, it's already one.

I jump out of bed and out of my sweats and put on my red silk dress. I race to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on my make-up.

Five hours pass and I slip on my heels. I grab my red purse, jam my phone in it, and rush out of my apartment, racing to the car that is waiting for me with some random person in it.

I get in the car only to see Jakey's eyes staring right back at me.

"Hey Peralta." I say with a big smile on my face. From all eight years of working for criminals, Jake is the only one I really feel close to.

"Charli" He answers back with a grin.

"NYPD PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" My head snaps toward the direction the noise came from. My heart starts racing as I see the uniformed officers. Sweat rolls down my back, and from impulse, I grab Jakes hand and make a run for it. It isn't very easy running in heels and a long dress so I trip a bit.

I lead Jake down a flight of stairs and out of the back exit.

"Freeze. Put your hands where I can see them." A female cop with the name tag Det. Amy Santiago points a gun at me. Jake and I both raise our hands, but then I kick her in the stomach and run into the woods behind the warehouse. Jake doesn't follow me so I assume he's caught. Sweat starts dripping down my back and I stop running for a quick breather.

Where would I go now? How was Jake doing? What was I going to do?

I slip off my high heels and throw them onto the fresh earth. I pull my spar jumper and shorts out of my bag that I would have changed into if my red silk dress got stained. I start wandering in the direction of Brooklyn. It was the safest place I knew.

It takes a wee bit. But hours later, here I am, finally in Brooklyn. I start heading back to my apartment. The sun starts rising above the city's skyscrapers. I enter my apartment and flop down on my couch. Someone had betrayed the system. I am thankful for that person because this dastardly chapter in my life was finally over. Who had betrayed them all? Who has helped me?

In the middle of the night I wake up with a jolt. The only one with no criminal background before he joined the mob, the only one that I knew who had possibly done this, it was Jakey.

*Click* A handcuff clicks as it locks around me and the table.

"What do you know about this man?" A woman with black, slightly curly hair asks me while slamming a photo of "Eric" down on the table.

"I'll only answer if you answer me a few things." I reply.

"Tell me what you want."

"Is Jake Peralta a Detective again now?"

"Yea. Why do ya wanna now?"

"I wanna see him."