A/N: Thanks everybody for all of the wonderful reviews! So glad everybody is enjoying this story! Sadly, this story will be coming to an end shortly (I'm feeling about about 1 more chapter after this to wrap it all up) BUT the good news is there WILL be a sequel!

Sasha, Bayley, Charlotte, and Becky, all sat in the fluorescent lit room of the DCS building, a half eaten box of pizza sitting on the table as well as some water bottles.

"What a day," whispered Charlotte, Becky letting out a small bit of laughter, wincing at the pain it caused her stomach. She looked down at Bayley, who was snoring lightly in her lap, fast asleep, Charlotte gently brushing back her hair.

"What's gonna happen to us?" whispered Sasha, who was currently sitting on a beanbag in the room. She had been the most quiet throughout the whole day, not really saying much, even after being reunited with Charlotte and Becky.

"I don't know, sweet girl. But I do know, that thanks to you, we're gonna be safe tonight," said Becky, getting up off the couch and sitting next to Sasha, who leaned her head onto her sister's shoulder.

"Doesn't make me feel any better," muttered Sasha, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. Becky placed a kiss on the top of her head, glancing over at Charlotte.

"Can we switch kids? I feel like you'd be better with this one. I can handle the sleeping one," quipped Becky, Charlotte rolling her eyes at her twin sister. Sasha looked up at Becky, frowning.

"Are you mad at me, Becca?" she asked, Becky immediately shaking her head.

"No, of course not, honey. Sash, you did the right thing. You did the absolute best thing you could do, honey. Please don't be too hard on yourself," whispered Becky, wrapping her arms around Sasha.

"It doesn't feel like it. I got mommy and daddy in trouble and the police officers are gonna take them to jail," said Sasha, tears pricking at her eyes. Everybody kept telling her she was doing the right thing. Everybody kept telling her it was good for her to tell. The only person who didn't see that was her.

"Sasha….Sasha, look at me. Look at me, little one," said Becky, shifting herself so she was eye level with her sister, forcing Sasha's gaze on her eyes.

"Honey, what mom and dad did was wrong. They were not supposed to do that to us. What they did was wrong, and when you do wrong things, you go to jail. That's where they need to be," said Becky, trying to make her baby sister understand.

"But what about us? When we did wrong things, they punished us. That's what they were supposed to do," said Sasha, still not understanding exactly what was going on.

Becky sighed. "Sasha….adults are not supposed to hit kids. Nobody is ever supposed to hit you, for any reason. We did not deserve to be punished the way we were punished or for the things that we did. We did not do anything wrong, Sash. You did not do anything wrong," whispered Becky, Sasha nodding slowly, tears still pouring from her eyes.

"Where are we gonna go now?" she asked, and Becky shrugged, not really knowing the answer.

"To a new home, I guess," she said, Sasha playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Will we all go to the same home?" she asked, Becky glancing over at Charlotte.

"I don't know, my love. I hope so. But no matter what happens, no matter where we are, or who we are with, we will always be sisters. You will always be our sister. And Charlotte and I are always going to take care of you and Bayley, just like you protected Bayley today."

Sasha nodded, letting out a small yawn, Charlotte eyeing her sister. "Hey Bex, can you come take Bayley? I don't want to wake her up, but I wanna sit with Sasha for a little while," said Charlotte, Becky feeling all sorts of relief. She gently eased Bayley from Charlotte's arms, the young child nuzzling into her lap, not even waking up.

Charlotte walked over to Sasha, holding out her arms, which Sasha gladly jumped into. Charlotte eased herself down onto the beanbag, wincing at the pain she felt all over her body. "Am I hurting you?" asked Sasha, concern evident in her eyes. "Not a chance," whispered Charlotte, wrapping her arms around Sasha.

"Sash...you don't have to worry about anybody hurting you anymore. Nobody will ever hurt you again. Now you just need to sleep, baby," whispered Charlotte, placing a kiss onto Sasha's hair as she closed her eyes.

"Will you let me sleep with you? Mommy and daddy never let me sleep with you," said Sasha, Charlotte closing her eyes, thinking about all the punishments she took just for trying to take care of her sisters, to give them some kind of a childhood.

"All night, my love," whispered Charlotte, rubbing her hand down Sasha's back, watching as her sister closed her eyes.

"We need to find a family for those girls."

John sighed as he stared at the phone list in front of him, rubbing his eyes from a lack of sleep. He had been working on this case all day; from meeting Sasha and Bayley, to pulling all four from school, to sending police to the McMahon mansion to be arrested. News outlets all over the city were covering the story. It was breaking news on every news station. Multiple outlets were standing outside the building just waiting for news on what was going on. It was the reason they hadn't taken the girls to the hospital yet, although there was no doubt that Becky, at the very least, needed to be looked at. Whatever her family had poisoned her with, the swelling in her stomach was a huge concern.

"But where? Those girls are not just typical girls. They were just taken away from a billionaire family that practically ran this town. I've been shielding calls from crazies all night saying they want to put the girls up in their home," stated John's partner, Sheila.

John sighed, looking towards the office where the girls were currently in. "I don't know. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where they can get help. Somewhere where they can maybe, someday, possibly have a normal childhood," said John, Sheila nodding in understanding.

"What phone list are you looking at?" asked Sheila, John shrugging his shoulders.

"Foster families two towns over in Ashview. I'm hoping that will be far enough away that people won't know who they are, or the crazies of this town won't go looking for them just to meet them," said John, Sheila raising her eyebrows.

"Were they celebrities or were their parents?" asked Sheila, John frowning.

"No clue. I don't believe they were in the spotlight, but their parent's sure were. They've already posted bail."

"Any luck on finding a family?"

"No. So far, the three I've called can't take all four girls. There's no way I'm separating them. They've been through enough. I am not adding separation onto the list of traumatizing events in their life. They've spent god knows how many years living in that hell hole, enduring the worst punishments I've seen in years….they were just taken from school and are now going to be placed in a new home, most likely in a new town, new school….years of therapy…."

Sheila cut her partner off, placing a hand on his shoulder. "They're going to survive, John. We took them away from their home. Whatever happens now….it'll be a piece of cake compared to what they would have gone home to tonight," she reminded him, John smiling at the reminder.

"Thanks. I should get back to this list. I'm hoping to find a home before morning," he said, Sheila nodding. "Good luck."