It's Time for a Change

A/N: I OWN NONE OF THE RECGONIZABLE REBA OR SVU CHARACTERS! This is a Crossover AU story!

PREVIOUSLY:

Cheyenne looks up at Reba, "You really wanna take me home? And let me stay?"

Reba's heart breaks when she says this because every other time she let Cheyenne come over, she was terrified that when she went back home something bad would happen; and it finally did. "Yes baby girl. I've already talked to Mr. Brock and he thinks it's a good idea too."

Cheyenne tries to smile, but tears stream down her face instead. "Good. I don't wanna stay with my uncle or my grandma."

"Why sweetie?" Reba asks.

"Grandma doesn't like me that much and if I stayed at Uncle Jeremy's, daddy…." the little blond girl sadly replies.

"Don't worry. Your dad can't do anything to you ever again. And Mr. Brock and I might talk to your grandma, just to let her know what's going on, okay sweetheart?"

Cheyenne doesn't know what to say so she just leans back into Reba's chest and continues to cry for almost ten minutes until another knock is heard. Reba recognizes Nurse Johnson, but not the second woman, so she motions for them to come in. "Cheyenne honey, it's aunt Nicole…"

CHEYENNE BROWN'S ROOM

"GO AWAY!" The little blond girl screams, with her head buried in Reba's chest. The two nurses exchange looks.

"Baby girl, I know you're really scared and upset right now, but can we talk? I want to help you…" Nicole says.

"NO! Uncle Jeremy helped daddy hurt mommy. Go away!" Cheyenne cries.

Nicole sighs, her heart breaking because her eight year old niece doesn't want her around. "Sweetie, I'm really sorry that he did, I told him to stay out of it. He said he just wanted to make sure you stayed safe…"

"DADDY KILLED MOMMY…" the eight year old cries, "AND UNCLE JEREMY HELPED HIM!"

Reba squeezes her in a hug "Shhh… shhh… listen, I know he did that, but your aunt Nicole didn't do anything to help him. She just wants to make sure you're okay…"

Nicole pulls up a chair, "Honey, listen. I told uncle Jeremy not to get your daddy out of jail, because I was afraid he'd hurt you again. I was on my way over to your house to come check on you and your mom, but when I got the call, I came here instead."

"So… so, you wanted to help me?" Cheyenne whimpers.

"Yes baby. I'm really sorry he did what he did and I really wish I could turn back the time and prevent all of this from happening… every bit of it." the brunette says.

"What's gonna happen to me now?" Cheyenne quietly asks.

"Honey, remember how I told you that Mr. Brock and I were thinking about taking care of you? You're gonna come home with me tonight, and until somebody tells me you can't stay with us, you can stay at my house…" Reba explains.

"Okay. But who would tell you that I can't live with you?" the little blonde asks.

"A lawyer, or a judge. When they have your daddy's trial, that's one of the things that they will probably talk about. But Mr. Brock and I are going to do everything we can to make sure we get to keep you…" the redheaded nurse answers.

"I know she probably doesn't want to stay with us because I'm pretty sure she's mad at and maybe even scared of Jeremy. Ashley's parents are too old to take care of an eight year old, and Josh's didn't like Ashley very much, so I'd be okay with her staying with you…" Nicole says to Reba.

"I just don't wanna be in the hospital anymore!" Cheyenne cries.

"Okay sweetie. I need to call Mr. Brock so he can come pick us up. And if you want, he can take us to get ice cream, or a movie…" Reba calmly says.

The little blonde nods and Nicole stands up, "I'm gonna head home. Cheyenne, if you decide you want to talk to me, you can always call me."

Nicole leaves the room and Reba picks up her phone to call Brock, she explains to him that they're ready to be picked up from the hospital.

Twenty minutes later, Brock walks into the room to see Cheyenne sleeping in Reba's arms, "Hey…" he whispers.

Reba smiles back, "She's exhausted, terrified, and upset. I think we need to stop and get her either something or a movie…"

Brock nods and helps Reba up off the bed. Dr. Kennedy walks by and sees him helping her, so she enters the room.

"Hey Brock…" she smiles.

"We're gonna take her home. It'll probably be a rough night, but she'll get better." he replies.

The doctor nods and smiles at Reba, "Do you want a wheelchair?"

"We'll be fine. I parked in the front." Brock answers.

Dr. Kennedy nods and leaves the room. Cheyenne stirs in Reba's lap from hearing Brock's voice. Reba rubs her back, "Shhh. Baby it's okay, Brock's here."

The little blonde settles back on Reba's lap and the woman stands up, Brock grabs her purse and opens the door for her. They make their way to the car and Reba gets her situated in the seat and buckles herself in. Cheyenne sleeps the whole way to Reba's house and Brock carries her in, lays her down on the couch and follows Reba into the kitchen.

"How are we going to plan the funeral?" Brock asks.

"I'm not sure, I'll call Cheyenne's aunt tomorrow and figure that out…" Reba replies.

They are distracted by the sound of crying from the living room. Reba rushes to the little girl's side, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Cheyenne doesn't say anything, just continues to cry. Reba isn't surprised by her refusal to answer, because she knows that a little less than three hours ago, she watched her mother get shot and die. The redheaded woman sits on the couch next to her, "Come here sweetheart…"

The blonde child scoots closer to her and buries her head in he woman's chest, sobbing. Reba gently rubs her back and whispers soothing words in her ear. Brock comes in the living room and sees the tiny blonde leaning into his wife and sighs. He knew how much Reba wanted a daughter, but he never thought that this would be the way they would get one, but he knew that technically she wasn't their daughter, yet. Reba was going to fight for that, and he knew all too well the toll it would take on her. They were in for a long journey, and this was only the beginning.

A/N: So sorry about the super duper long wait. I have been soo busy with school and my sorority, that I haven't found time to write. I've also suffered from this thing called a writers block, and let me tell you THEY SUCK. But, I've been constantly coming up with new ideas for Glee stories, and have written quite a few of those. So check some of them out and leave me some feedback! Oh, feedback for this would be appreciated as well. This chapter kinda came to me in a dream, well the ending did. Hope you enjoy this one.