"Hey, I got you some breakfast" Emily whispered caringly, she was sitting on the edge of the couch and was stroking over Bobbie's hair to wake her up. Bobbie groaned and sat up straight, for a moment she didn't know where she was, but then it all came back- her memories and the pain from all her injuries.

"What time is it?" Bobbie had completely lost her sense of time, she had a headache and her back and ribs were still hurting as much as they did yesterday at the hospital, if not even more. She was still in a lot of pain and holding her side.

"It's one pm. Hey are you ok, are you still in pain?" Emily asked, she was looking extremely worried, now that she realized, how much Bobbie was still suffering. "Yeah sure, just a little sore. It's nothing really." Bobbie assured her. "Don't you have to be at work?"

"Yeah usually, but I couldn't just leave you here all by yourself, could I?" Emily was smiling again now. "Of course you could have, really you can leave if you want to, I am used to being alone, I can watch myself, I am not a baby."

"And I never said you were, but I still won't leave."

"Why? I sometimes stay alone for days and nothing bad ever happened, I won't get you into any trouble, I promise." Bobbie said, as if she was trying to get rid of Emily.

"I don't know what your former foster parents were doing, but I won't leave you alone" Emily looked like she didn't know if Bobby was being serious or if she just wanted her to leave the apartment, so that she could run away.

"Your social worker came here while you were still sleeping." Emily continued

"What did he want?" Bobbie, who was now eating the food that Emily had brought her, asked.

"He dropped some of your stuff off, so that you have fresh clothes to wear and we had a little talk…"

Bobbie looked up, she didn't like the change in Emily's voice. What had they talked about?

Emily, who had been standing in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, now came over and sat down on the other end of the couch. "I am going to ask you a question and I want you to promise me right now, that you won't lie to me, ok?"

Bobbie looked shocked, she felt really pressured, Emily was staring at her and her eyes were full of compassion and concern, Bobbie knew where this was going and she immediately started feeling sick again. She knew that she would have to be honest with Emily, she was a good liar, she really was, but this was different. Emily was a profiler and Bobbie knew that she had no chance.

She nodded and anxiously asked "What do you wanna know?"

"Did your foster father ever touch you in an inappropriate way?"

"Who said that he did that, did Mr. Walters tell you to ask me that?" Bobbie said defensively, she was sitting on the edge of the couch, as if she was about to jump up and run.

"That was no answer." Emily said, but Bobbie just shrugged, stood up and walked to a window in the living room.

"Why would he care anyway, he never listened." Bobbie replied stubbornly. She was holding onto the windowsill and didn't dare to look at Emily.

"So it's true?" Emily asked with a soft, calm voice.

But Bobbie couldn't answer. She was crying silently and tears were coming out of her eyes, but she didn't make a sound and was holding her breath. Emily, who couldn't see her face from where she was sitting, also got up and slowly walked over to her. She took Bobbie's arm, turned her around and kneeled down in front of her, so that Bobbie was forced to look at her.

"Hey, it's alright, you don't need to be ashamed, just be honest with me." Emily looked at her expectantly, but when Bobbie didn't answer, she asked again.
"Did he touch you?"

Bobbie nodded slowly and took a few steps away from Emily.

"Sweetie, where did he touch you?"

"Everywhere" Bobbie said with a broken voice.

"It's okay." Emily said, she saw the fear in Bobbie's eyes and she knew that she was about to make it worse.

"You have to tell me what he did, okay? I can't help you otherwise"

"Why? They both will never get foster kids again, they are already arrested because they hit us. It doesn't really matter what else they did, does it?"

"Bobbie…-"Emily started, but Bobbie cut her off.

"Please don't force me to talk about it."

There was a short silence, Bobbie was trying to calm herself down, while Emily was thinking about what to say next. She didn't want Bobbie to feel pressured or even be afraid of her, but she was also angry. Angry at the man who hurt Bobbie, she wanted him to pay for it and she knew that that wouldn't happen, if Bobbie remained silent.

"Did he rape you?" Emily asked carefully. She knew that this was a tough question, but it was the one question she needed an answer to. She could tell that Bobbie was fighting with herself, she was biting her nails and seemed awfully nervous.

Bobbie nodded again.

She looked so anxious, that Emily was afraid that she would get a panic attack. She put her arm around her and hugged her, to calm her down. Bobbie was extremely tense, she didn't want to let go or have a breakdown, but Emily kept holding her and after a short while, Bobbie started to feel comfortable and relaxed.

"Shhh… You will be fine, I promise, you don't have to be embarrassed. Don't worry, you can cry if you want to, that doesn't make you less strong. It just means that you still have something to fight for."