A/N: Hey, guys! Glad you enjoyed the last chappie. Here's the next one! :D

"All right, Quinn." Officer Creed closed his notebook. "I think that's it for now. We'll see you tomorrow at the station at one, okay?"

Quinn nodded and glanced around. She hated hospitals. She wanted to go home. Well, not home. She couldn't go home. "Yeah."

"You have somewhere to stay tonight?" he asked her.

"I think so, yeah." She would have to talk to Rachel.

"We're gonna ask that you leave your children with their grandparents until this investigation is through," Creed told her.

The blonde was suddenly back at full attention. "What?"

He could tell she was immediately panicked. "We just want to be sure the children have been safe—"

"Of course they have been," Quinn cut him off quickly. "He didn't touch them."

"Right, and we want to be sure of that." Creed tried to ease her by using a softer tone.

Quinn shook her head slightly. "So I can't see my kids?"

"You can see them, they just can't stay with you," Creed explained. "Only for a few days, as long as everything checks out."

"No," she refused.

"Quinn." Rachel was suddenly at her side. Quinn turned to see her through her non-swollen eye. She looked exhausted.

"Let go," the blonde commanded, shrugging off Rachel's hand on her shoulder.

"Come on," Rachel insisted, taking her hand now. "We're gonna get some rest."

"They won't let me have my kids." She looked to the officer, raising her voice. "They're my kids!"

"I know that, ma'am, but for their safety, we need to make—"

"My kids are safe with me," she said loudly, wanting him to understand. She needed her kids with her.

Rachel brushed some of the blonde hair back, away from Quinn's face. "Quinn, honey, it's only for a little while. Let's go."

She shook her head. "Rachel, my kids are all I have."

"They're not going anywhere," the brunette replied. "It's fine, I promise."

The blonde sucked in a breath and nodded, giving in and allowing Rachel to take her away. Officer O'Neill stepped up beside Officer Creed as they watched them go.

"We'll see you tomorrow, too, Ms. Berry," O'Neill called out.

Rachel turned slightly and nodded back at the officers before turning the corner with Quinn and moving toward the elevators. She wasn't concerned. Well, she was a little concerned. She thought this might turn out bad for her, but honestly, it was self defense. She just hoped there was more than just Quinn's account of what happened to prove that.

"Officer O'Neill said that he's out of surgery and he'll be fine," Rachel told Quinn.

"Oh good." The blonde's tone was distracted.

"I'm gonna get you out of here." Rachel slipped her arm around Quinn's backside. She was worried she might fall over. She looked like she was going to.

"Okay."

"And away from him," Rachel added.

"Okay."

Rachel stepped into the elevator with Quinn and pressed the button. She eyed up the other woman. She didn't look good at all. She tried to think of something to say, but she was drawing a blank. Once they arrive at the ground floor, Rachel led Quinn toward her car. The blonde followed without a word and was silent in the car as the brunette drove away from the hospital.

"So... do you want to go to my dads' or your mom's?" she finally asked.

"No," Quinn answered. "No one can see me like this."

Rachel glanced over at her. "Quinn, it's okay."

"It's not," the brunette replied.

"All right." Rachel paused a moment. "A hotel then."

"I don't have money, Rachel," Quinn told her bitterly. "I don't have my kids. I don't have anything."

"You'll get your kids in a few days," Rachel assured her. "And don't worry, I'll take care of it. I have to stop by my dads.' Get us some clothes. Okay?"

"Yeah."

"Want something to eat?" she asked. "I can stop somewhere for fast food."

"Not hungry," the blonde muttered.

"You need to eat." Quinn didn't respond, so Rachel continued talking. "My dads cooked me a feast for coming home. I told them not to, especially with Thanksgiving next week. We have tons of leftovers. I'll bring those. I'm sure the hotel has a microwave." She paused. "It's all vegan, but it's still good."

Quinn still didn't respond and Rachel left it at that. When they arrived at her dads' house, she left Quinn in the car to get the leftovers and some clothes for the both of them. She returned ten minutes later with her suitcase and a small duffle bag. She placed both in the trunk and then got back into the driver's seat.

She pulled out onto the road and began driving again. "There's a Holiday Inn ten minutes away. I didn't even know that."

The blonde was still silent.

"It's weird being back home." The silence was kind of unsettling. "I'm glad I came to visit though. My dads were so happy."

"Rachel?" Quinn finally spoke up.

"Yeah?" The brunette glanced over at her.

"Shut up."

Rachel fell quiet for the rest of the drive. Once in the hotel room, Rachel began to unpack the leftover food from the duffle bag. Quinn disappeared into the bathroom and the shower turned on. The brunette let out a heavy sigh and sat down at the table. This was all a fucking mess. She wasn't even hungry herself anymore.

She wished she had known. She wished she had been able to save Quinn from all of this. If only she had convinced her to forget Michael, to go to New York with her. If she had, things would have been so different. They might still be together, they'd have raised that beautiful girl, and Quinn would never had have to experienced such Hell.

Rachel had abandoned her. That's what happened. Quinn felt stuck with a baby and went with Michael and Rachel just left. If she had stayed... well, why would she have stayed? Quinn chose Michael. Rachel really had no reason to stay. But if she had... she could have helped.

She couldn't change the past. She had to remember that. She couldn't change the past and she was doing what she could for Quinn now.

With another sigh, Rachel began to pile some food onto her plate and used the microwave to heat it all up. She realized she forgot to bring something to drink. She had everything else. The fridge was stocked though and Rachel really didn't care about paying four dollars for a bottle of water right now. She took one of the bottles with her as she brought her heated food to the table.

After she finished eating, she began to clean up a little. The bathroom door opened and Quinn stepped out in a towel. Rachel offered her a small smile and tried not to stare at the visible bruises. "Want me to make you a plate?"

"I told you I wasn't hungry," Quinn said.

"You have to eat something," Rachel insisted. "All you had was soup today."

"I'm really not hungry, Rachel, please." She sighed. "Can have I just have some clothes so I can sleep?"

"Yeah."

The brunette moved to the suitcase and fished out a pair of her pajamas. She held out the pants and tank top to Quinn. The blonde took them and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes before emerging in Rachel's clothes. She quickly took the closest bed and climbed under the covers, pulling them up over her head to block out the light.

Rachel packed up the food and put it in the fridge before getting pajamas for herself. She turned off the lights before going into the bathroom. She showered and changed into the clean clothes and then headed back into the hotel room. She sighed quietly as she moved to the other bed and went under the covers. She yawned and turned onto her side, trying to get comfortable.

"You wanted to do it."

Quinn's voice startled Rachel. She had been sure Quinn would have been asleep by now.

"You tried to kill him," Quinn said.

"I didn't," Rachel replied, turning over in bed to look at the one Quinn was in. "I was protecting myself. And you."

"You said the only way to stop him was to kill him and then you stabbed him," Quinn reminded her.

Rachel was quiet for a moment. "Are you mad I did it?"

"He's my husband."

"Who beats you for no reason," the brunette added.

"There's always a reason. Just like there was a reason you stabbed him."

Quinn was sitting up now and looking toward Rachel's bed. The brunette sat up as well and could make out Quinn's outline in the dark.

"I stabbed him because he tried to stab me first and then he was going to choke me," Rachel told her. "You saw that."

"You wanted to do it though," Quinn insisted.

"No, I didn't," Rachel replied.

Quinn shook her head. "You're lying. You said you'd do it."

"Did you... did you tell the police that?" Rachel had a moment of panic. "That I said the only way to stop him was to kill him. And... and that I'd do it?"

"No," Quinn said softly after a long moment. And then she began to cry.

Rachel slid from her bed and sat on Quinn's, pulling the blonde into her. She stroked her wet hair slowly.

"It's okay, Quinn," she said softly.

"It's not." The blonde sobbed.

"It will be okay," Rachel corrected.

"It won't." She sniffled.

"Honey..." Rachel continued to stroke her hair. "Sweetheart... It's going to be okay, I promise."

Quinn held onto Rachel tighter. "I just want my kids."

"I know. You'll have them back in a few days. Maybe tomorrow for all you know." Rachel was trying to make her feel better. She just wanted Quinn to stop crying.

"What if they won't let me have them?" That could happen, she knew. Michael could make that happen.

"Of course they will." Rachel looked down at her. "I mean... he never hit them, did he? Like, ever?"

"No. Never." She sniffled again.

"Okay. Then you'll get your kids back. Don't cry, Quinn... Sh..."

Quinn wanted to stop crying, but she couldn't. It was a long day. Waking up on the floor with Rachel beside her, her husband threatening to kill her, Rachel stabbing him, the ambulance, the cops, the hospital...

"Here..." Rachel pulled away so that she could get under the covers. She laid down and pulled Quinn into her, holding her. She started stroking her hair again as Quinn pressed herself into Rachel, still crying. "Shhh... it'll be okay. I promise. It'll be okay." She fell quiet now and just held her, one hand stroking her hair while the other just held her.

More A/N: Hey, guys. So I know these are pretty intense subjects and you should know that if you need help, there are people out there who will help you.

Rape/Sexual Assault: http:/www(DOT)rainn(DOT)org/get-help/sexual-assault-and-rape-international-resources

Domestic Violence: http:/www(DOT)vachss(DOT)com/help_text/domestic_violence_

Stay safe, loves.