A/N: This chapter contains a non-consensual sexual situation and same sex relations. If you find either of these offensive, you've been warned. Any comments are welcome.

Found and Lost

Principal Franklin's POV

It's about 7 PM, not bad for the first day; most of the extra work was from that fight. As I walk out to the faculty parking lot I notice a lone car in the student section. The dome light's on, but no one's in it. Better check it out. As I walk over I get the feeling that something is very wrong. As I come around to the driver's side I see Carly Shay's battered form. Her shirt is ripped open and her jeans are pulled off. I pull out my pearphone and dial 9-1-1 as I check for a pulse. "Seattle 9-1-1, What is your emergency?"

"This is Ted Franklin, I'm in the student parking lot on the West Side of Ridgeway High School, I found a student beaten and possibly raped in the parking lot. She's breathing but needs medical attention."

"We'll send medical and police."

"Thank you." The dispatcher hung up.

I stood up and watched for the ambulance, scanning for anyone who might come back to finish the job. I know not to touch anything, this was a crime scene. I dial the Shay's number.

"Wudup?"

"Spencer, this is Ted Franklin, I don't know how to tell you this, I found Carly in the parking lot, she's been beaten pretty badly."

"I'll be right down." I hear Spencer dropped the phone, then cry out.

I see the ambulance pull in and waved them over, the police were right behind them.

I start to give my statement to the one officer while another took pictures of Carly's location. The EMT's quickly tended to Carly, and prepared to transport her to the University of Washington Medical Center. I notice a pair of plain clothes detectives arrive.

"What happened?" The woman asked, showing her badge.

"I found her laying next to the car, looks like she was beaten and maybe raped."

"Run the plates." The partner told one of the uniformed officers.

"Car's registered to Marisa Benson."

"How you know that?"

"Cause she's my sister-in-law and the victim is Carly Shay. She's my nephew's best friend." She looked around, spotting what she wanted. "I know I can't work this, family and all that, but call down to the local Homeland security office and talk to Glen Harzle. Have him pull the tape from that camera." She pointed to it. "You call Spencer?"

"Yeah, hell of a first day."

"You touch anything, move anything?"

"Just Carly's neck, checked for a pulse. I was in the Air Force, served in a special unit, so I know what not to do at a crime scene."

"What unit?" The partner asked.

"Can't say, we didn't exist."

Olivia waited with me until Spencer arrived; Melanie was driving. The EMT's had already left for the hospital, so she escorted them down.

Carly's POV

"Where am I?" I ask anyone. I'm looking around at a hospital, but how did I get here? I remember getting jumped, and then I'm here.

"Carly?!" I hear Sam yell. She's almost crying. Without thinking, I run to her and grab her.

"What the Hell is going on?" She looks at me, scared.

"Carly, let go of me."

"What?" I realize I'm holding her arms. "Am I dead?" I'm getting scared. I hear someone yelling down the hall, it's Spencer. He'll know what to do.

"Carly Shay?" He asks the nurse.

"This way." I follow them. She leads us to the trauma unit. I look like I've been through the meat grinder.

After the nurse leaves, I talk to Spencer. "Can you hear me?" He doesn't respond. "Spencer, HELLO."

"Carly, you're not dead, so he can't hear you." Sam informs me. "Spencer."

"Hi Sam." He doesn't turn around. I can feel his hand on my arm.

"Carly's here."

"I know, she's right here." Spencer's crying.

"I mean she's right next to me."

"She's dead?" He whispers.

"No, just in a coma or something. You can't hear her cause she's still alive."

"I'm sorry Sam. You're stuck here and I couldn't let you go. Now, I'm here and you'll never get outta here." I break down. She hugs me; it's just like I remember it. "I miss you so much."

"Carly, I'm gonna touch you, see If I can find out what happened." She lets me go, then touches my body. "Your mind shut down during the assault. You can wake up, but you'll have to relive the attack."

"Carly?" We all turn to see Freddie. He's in a wheelchair, but otherwise alert.

Olivia walks over and tells him what they think happened. "It was Missy. She's the only one who would want to hurt her. That's why they beat me up, to separate us. You have to keep Melanie safe until this is over."

"She'll stay with me and your mom, I can't work on this case cause of you being family. But we have the best detectives working on this."

He rolled up to my body, "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. This is my fault, I shouldn't have asked you to get my car." He starts sobbing.

I walk over and touch his shoulder, it passes right through. I get the fuzzy image of Missy, but something wasn't right about it. He turns around and rolls out of the room. Sam touches me on the arm, "I'm gonna go talk to him, stay here."

"Where am I gonna go?"

"Well, I'm the only one who can see you so…"

"Okay. Tell him it wasn't his fault."

Freddie's POV

I resist the urge to look at my robe pocket, and manage to get back to my room without running into anyone. I get outta that stupid wheelchair, and pull my jeans on. My head throbs, but I gotta get going.

"What are you doing?" I hear Sam ask.

I pull the snub nose revolver from my robe and tuck it behind my back. "I'm gonna stop Missy."

"Carly said that it wasn't your fault." Sam pleads with me.

I look at her, "Without Carly, I got nothing left." I see her move towards me, and brace myself for her pain touch. She falls backwards; I'm fine.

"What the Hell?" Sam looked stunned that I was able to stop her.

I pull my jacket on and arrange some pillows to make it look like I'm still here, I know it won't last long, but I hope long enough. "I'm sorry Sam, Missy has to be stopped." I head out the door. "Tell Carly, I love her."

She pleads with me, "Come down and tell her yourself."

I manage to get to the front door without being noticed or stopped. My head is throbbing, but I have to get to Missy's.

Sam's POV

I run back to Carly's room, "Carly, he stopped my pain-touch. You have to wake up and tell these guys what he's doing."

"I can't. I'm not as strong as you, I can't handle it."

I step over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You're right, you're not as strong as me; you're stronger. You and I had the same experience; I shot myself, you didn't. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. I'll be right here with you." I felt the tear on my cheek. I try to wipe it off before Carly can see it.

"What's wrong?" Damn, she saw it.

"There's something I have to tell you. Remember when I said that Laurence Fishburne was my guild and I had to do something to move on?" She nods, "Well, he gave me a clue. There was something that I didn't have the guts to tell you while I was alive; Carly I love you."

"I love you too Sam; You're like the sister…."I cut her off.

"No, I mean I LOVE you. Carly, I'm gay. You think you were some random tuna fish sandwich on the playground? Even as a kid, I saw something special in you. I never said anything, because I was scared that you would leave me. I couldn't handle that."

"So when you saw me and Missy together, you thought I was rejecting you?" Carly finished my thought. I nod, tears forming in my eyes.

"I had to tell you that, and I'm not leaving until you're safe." She wraps me in a hug. I break down on her shoulder. Carly wiped the tears from my eyes; I can't look her in the face. I'm scared she'll hate me.

"It's okay Sam." She whispers. "I love you too. I never wanted to hurt you, I just didn't know how to tell you."

"You're gay too?" Was this real?

She shrugged, "I think maybe BI-. I like guys too." We lean in for a kiss. God, I've dreamed of this moment for years. Her lips taste like piña colada, she made it herself with two lip-glosses. This is mind blowing; I don't want it to end.

Finally, she breaks the kiss. "That was…" I just nod in agreement. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready to go." She holds out her hand. We walk up to her body, her battered and bruised body. I am so going to pain Missy; she will beg for mercy. "Sam?" She jolts me outta my daydream.

"Sorry, cupcake." I kiss her one more time; I'll never get to do that again. "Remember, this can't hurt you. And tell them that Freddie has a gun and is going for Missy."

Carly's POV

I look at Sam, she seems different, and more…I don't know. I look at my body, I take a deep breath, then touch my own hand. I sorta slide into my body; I remember the guy slamming into me, the punches to my kidneys. Looking up from the parking lot, this is when I shut down before. I force myself to stay alert. I can feel shoes stomping on me and kicking me. I see Shane rip my shirt and maul my breasts; he's laughing at me struggling. Missy steps on my arm, pinning it to the ground.

"You thought that you could dump me like I was Sam, wrong. I was your best friend! You beat me up, so I think I'll return the favor." She grinds down, breaking my wrist. My cries seem to egg them on. Missy kicks me in the ribs.

I see Tara over by the building, "HELP ME!" She turns around and looks away; she's on their side. I know I'm alone in this Hell. I manage to get my good arm free and punch Shane in the nuts, He's stunned, but enraged. He staggers towards my feet, what's he doing? Linda and her sister are taking my shoes; she had said something about liking them. Shane kicks me in the groin, then pulls at my pant legs. He's gonna rape me, I know it. My phone falls outta my pocket and I make a grab for it. Missy rips it from my hand, breaking one of my fingers. Shane's hand is inside my panties; he's laughing at my whimpering pleas.

"Remember we spared you. We know where you live and if you tell anyone, we will get you." He laughs.

Missy looks at me; she almost looks like she cares. "Sorry, but you had to learn who your friends are." She kicked me in the face and my world went black.

Olivia's POV

The heart monitor starts to pick up, oh shit; she's going into cardiac arrest. She jerks awake, coughing. Spencer is hugging her, not realizing she can't breath.

"Freddie!" She gasps. "Gun, Missy."

"What?" We ask.

"Freddie took gun, Missy, shoot." Then passed out from the pain.

Melanie looks at me; "Did that make any sense?"

I check my purse; "He took my backup gun. He's going after Missy." I run into the hallway and towards his room. I pull his blankets back, the old pillow trick. I head towards the nurse's station, "Freddie Benson has left his room, have security check the cafeteria. Have them call me on my cell!" I hand her one of my cards. She looks at me. "NOW!" She picks up the phone and makes the call down. I head for the elevator. Melanie is right behind me.

"Stay with Carly." I tell her.

"You need someone who knows the city." She's right. We run outta the hospital, "That way." She points down the street. We get into my unmarked unit. I grab the radio.

"Attention all units, This is a priority locate, Subject is Benson, Fredward, male, 17, has head trauma. Most likely headed for Missy Ramm's apartment. Do not approach, visual only until I arrive."

"Is he gonna be in trouble?"

"From me or the police?"

"Either."

"Yes."

The radio crackles, "Subject Ramm is in custody. Units at her residence are alerted."

"10-4."

"There!" Melanie points out the window. Freddie's sitting on a bench. He looks like hell. I am so beating his ass for this.

"All units, stand down, subject Benson located." I ignore the replies. I hit the lights and pull up onto the sidewalk. Freddie's head hangs down and he's sweating profusely.

"Freddie?" I call out. He can barely lift his head. I hug him, his covers the pat down I give him. I get my gun and slip it into my pocket. "Come on, we need to get you back to the hospital."

"No." He tries to push me away; "I gotta…gotta…stop Missy." He staggers a few steps. Melanie gets in front of him. "Carly woke up and wants to see you.

He takes a small step, "Just saying…that." Melanie puts her hand on him.

"I'm sorry Freddie." She punched him in the stomach, just hard enough to double him over. The two of us get him into the back of my car and we head back to the hospital.

"Do you know how much trouble you could have gotten into?!" I yell at him.

He manages to sit up. Melanie is in the back with him. "Without Carly, I got nothing to live for."

"Well, Carly's awake. She's the one who told us that you were gone." Melanie informs him.

"And the other detectives picked up Missy and her gang about a half hour ago." I add

"They'll just say," He swoons a little, "That they were never there and get off."

"We got a video of the attack, you can see their faces and everything. Spencer could walk into court and get a conviction."

We get Freddie back to his room and the doctor checks him over. "You could have aggravated that concussion or passed out into the street. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't." Freddie is lying in bed; "Can I see Carly?"

"In the morning. Both of you need to rest." The doctor gives him a shot. "That should keep you in bed."

"Aunt Olivia?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." He passes out.