Sorry about the long delay guys. Holidays and school screwed me up.

Addison arrived at her apartment and immediately headed for the liquor cabinet. She opened a bottle of raspberry vodka and took a swig. After that, she grabbed a bottle of bailey's with mint chocolate and poured it into a glass. She drank it down quick, far quicker than she ever drank it before. After the mint chocolate bailey's she drank parrot bay rum straight from the bottle. The alcohol no longer burned her throat. She sat on her couch, with her pain reliever, staring into space. She suddenly began to cry as memories came into her mind. Sometime after that, minutes, hours, hell it could've been days, she heard the doorbell rang. She stood up and swayed slightly. She didn't realize she drank so much. She opened the door and saw Greg.

"Yeah, I was wondering when you would show up. Brass send you to check on me?" She said slurring her words slightly.

"No, I'm here on my own time. I've been worried about you ever since the incident in the lab." Greg said.

"Wanna come in?" she asked. Greg nodded and entered the apartment. He saw an empty bottle of bailey's and a half empty bottle of parrot bay on the couch.

"Want some?" She asked. Greg shook his head no.

"There is something I do want." Greg told her.

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"I want to know what happened to you. Why you freaked out during the interrogation." Addison pursed her lips together and sighed.

"You might want to grab some tissues. It's a sob story."

Addison sat down on the couch and Greg sat next to her.

"When was the first time you fell in love?" she asked. Greg thought for a moment and answered

"My freshman year of college, there was a girl in my chemistry class and I'd never felt that way about anyone before."

"Nice, mine happened when I was 15. I met this boy in Wilcox, Arizona where I'd lived my whole life. When I was at that age, I was starting to think a lot more about sex, love, and all that other shit. He really wanted me to have sex with him but I told him I wasn't sure. He told me he respected my decision. Then, on his 16th birthday, we were celebrating at my parent's house. We were making out and even had our shirts off when he started to undo my pants. I stopped him and told him I didn't think I was ready. He kept trying to convince me to just do it. He kept getting angrier and angrier. Then, he freaked out; he pulled off my pants and underwear and raped me. After he finished he told me that if I pressed charges, he would kill everyone in my life and save me for last. So I didn't say anything. Then I began noticing changes, I was feeling sick in the mornings, and felt faint at different times, so I took a pregnancy test, and lo and behold, pregnant with my rapists baby. I decided I would have the baby and give it up to a family who deserved it, who could love it like I never could.

Well, word got around fast in Wilcox. One night my friend and I were walking home from the movies when someone yelled at us to stop. I recognized the voice immediately, it was him. He cornered us and beat my friend over the head with a lead pipe. He took the pipe and beat it hard on my stomach, repeatedly. By the time he finished with me, I couldn't move and luckily someone spotted us in the alley and called an ambulance. Well, of course, the baby was dead. I finally decided to come clean, I told them what happened, everything. I told my family. My mom blamed herself for years about what happened. Sometimes, I still think she blames herself. He's in a mental ward for criminally insane people. There's a reason I became a cop. I wanted to stop these monsters from hurting other girls. And I didn't transfer because I wanted a taste of a bigger city, well that was part of the reason but the main reason is because I freaked out the same way in Wilcox. Some kid was bragging about how he raped this girl and I freaked out and beat the shit out of him. They told me I couldn't work for them anymore, but cut me a break. They said that if I transferred to a different police department they wouldn't include how I'd hurt that kid in my record. So, that's why I'm here now. "

Greg sat on the coach in shock. He thought something happened to her but he never imagined anything like what she just described.

"Wow I'm, I'm sorry." Greg said.

"Thanks." Addison replied.

"Sometimes, I wonder if he screwed me up for life. I feel like I'll never get over what he did, what he took from me. I feel like I'll never be the same ever again." Addie tried to muffle the sobs that were building up in her throat. Greg looked at her and saw tears in her eyes.

"Hey, come here." Greg said pulling her close.

"Don't try to stop it, let it out." He whispered gently in her ear. After that Addie let go, she cried uncontrollably into Greg's shoulder.

"That's it, just let it out." Greg crooned.

"I can't really tell you that you'll be over it because I've never had anything like that happen in my life. But, I can tell you that it will get better. You can't just focus on that pain. Put it past you and you'll improve. Nick told me that after he was buried alive, because I always wondered how he handled it." Addie nodded and kept her face buried in Greg's shoulder. Finally, after a while her sobs finally died down. She stayed nuzzled in Greg's arms. Greg leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She pulled away slightly surprised.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Greg said ashamed.

"Don't be sorry." She said as she leaned in and kissed Greg. Greg returned the kiss and the two stayed on the couch kissing gently for what felt like hours.