HELLO ALL! I know, I have been gone for AGESSSSSSS, and I wish I could give you some magical excuse that would make you not hate me...but i don't have an excuse...I just kinda forgot I even had these to update until I stumbled across the files on my computer. So finally updated it, but I doubt any of you care, you probably gave up on me long ago, but i'll just leave this update here anyway...enjoy!

Mercy General Hospital 2:45 am

Olivia's POV

As I watch Elliot and Lilly leave the hospital, I can't help viewing them as my family, but I know that they aren't...and never will be. I go and sit in one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room that my rear is all too familiar with, and wait for Sara to come out of surgery.

I don't know when I fell asleep, or how long I had been asleep, but I was suddenly awoken by my captain, Cragen, tapping my shoulder. I looked up at him with tired eyes before I registered that he needed to talk to me.

"Cragen. I thought you were back at the station with the girls' parents?"

"I was. But then I put Fin and Munch on the job so I could come talk to you."

"Oh, well Sara is still in surgery, and Elliot took Lilly back to her house to get a change of clothes, and then he's taking her to the station so she can get some sleep."

"The station?"

"Yes, the stati-oh..." shit I thought to myself. "The parents are there aren't they?"

"Uh, huh."

"Okay, um, crap crap crap. Okay, the Locke's live about an hour away from here, and then the station is another half an hour, so if I leave now and put the sirens on so I can go over the speed limit, I should be able to get to the house in time to tell Elliot-"

"Olivia wh-

"And then I'll just have him bring her back here so she doesn't have to go to the station, but we shouldn't really bring her back here either, but she can't stay at her house-"

"Olivia you need-"

"What am I still doing here I have to get-"

"Olivia!"

I must have been in some sort of trance or something because I was unaware of my surroundings until I heard Cragen yell my name. I snap my head up and realize I had been rambling and pacing and my breath was getting quicker and shallower. When he saw that he had my attention, he continued.

"Olivia, you need to sit and calm down. You won't be able to help at all if you have a panic attack. Now, instead of driving all the way to the house, why don't you just call Elliot and tell him not to take Lilly to the station?"

"Call him? Oh, yeah...that makes sense."

"Okay, I will drive over anyway, but you call Elliot and tell him not to take the girl to the station. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"And Olivia?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember not to get too attached right? They will be fine, we won't let any harm come to these girls"

"Okay, I'm going to call Elliot now."

Cragen rushes out the door to the car to try to cut Elliot off, and I take out my phone to call Elliot. I call him once and it goes to voice-mail. I call him 4 more times, each one going to voice-mail. Finally I call Cragen to tell him that Elliot won't answer his phone but I left a message. He tells me to keep calling, but he is on his way to the house now. As I wait for Sara to get out of surgery, I keep calling Elliot, and it keeps going to voice-mail. Finally I get too angry with Elliot and give up calling him, if he didn't pick up the first 20 times, he wasn't going to pick up the second 20 times. It seems like Sara has been in surgery for ages, so I ask the receptionist at the front desk if she knows how much longer, and she says that Sara should be out of surgery in half an hour. I sit back down, Cragen's and Elliot's words repeating in my head, "Liv, don't get too attached, you know better" "Remember not to get too attached right?". Why were they telling me this? I know not to get attached. I have been doing this for 8 years. No, who am I kidding...I am attached, and that isn't good. A voice shakes me out of my memories.

"Detective Benson?"

"Yes? Is Sara out of surgery?"

"She got out about 10 minutes ago, her vitals are stable, and she's on pain medication. She is doing extremely well for somebody who just got shot in the stomach. If she recovers on track, we should be able to release her in about 5 days."

"Thank you doctor, can I see her?"

"Of course, room 411."

"Thank you."

"Oh and detective? Sara had a few questionable bruises on her arms and legs, thought you should know"

"Thank you."

When I walk into Sara's room, I see an IV in her arm, and bandage around her head. The doctor didn't say anything about that... I walk over and take a seat on a chair by her bedside and analyze her face. Even though she is on pain medication, and is asleep, she still looks like she is in so much pain, but it's emotional pain. I need to talk to her and the sooner the better, so I gently nudge her awake.

"Sara? Honey? Can you wake up for me?"

She starts to stir and slowly wakes up, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room and how she feels. She seems confused at first and then she realized she has no clue where she is and starts to panic.

"Where- where am I?"

"Sara honey-

"What about Lilly? Where is she?"

"Sara, calm down, shhh it's okay. Just lay back down. You're in the hospital. You're sister is with my partner, shes fine." I hope. "You remember me, from the phone?"

"Yeah, Olivia right?"

"Yes. Good."

"Olivia? You're going to ask me about what happened aren't you?"

"Yes I am, it's my job, but we can start will some simple stuff to ease the tension, how's that?"

Nod.

"So, how old are you Sara?"

"14."

"Okay, what's your favorite movie?"

"Ummm...Howls Moving Castle!"

"Oh, sounds interesting, I'll be sure to look it up. What is your favorite thing to do?"

"Probably read, or write...or eat"

A giggle. This is good.

"Okay umm what is-"

"Olivia? Can we just get to the point now? I'm done easing tension."

"Okay, do you want to tell me what happened? Because honestly I'm confused, you are telling me one story and Lilly is telling me a completely different story."

"You talked to Lilly?"

"Yes I did, and her story was remotely different from yours."

"She's a liar. She lies about everything, she says it's her 'imagination' but really she just likes to draw attention to herself."

"So you're telling me that your dad didn't shoot you?"

"Well he did, I already told you that, but it was an accident."

"Well Lilly said he aimed it right at you and shot it."

"She wasn't even there! She was in the closet!"

I wanted to believe her I really did, and I know that little kids are prone to lying and using their 'imagination', but it just doesn't seem like something a kid would make up. I'm getting frustrated, so I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Olivia? Are you mad at me?"

"No, sweetie, I'm just frustrated because I don't' know who to believe"

"Believe me! I'm telling you, my parents were arguing and then got a gun involved, and I went downstairs to tell them to stop because they were scaring Lilly and the trigger slipped and it shot me."

"Why didn't your parents help you?"

"I-I don't know..."

"Because they didn't care? Because you aren't perfect enough to be worth their time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Lilly told me that your parents think she's perfect, and wish you were more like her..."

"Yeah they do...cause Lilly likes all the normal girly stuff like dresses and shopping and pink, and hates sports cause they make you dirty and sweaty. Then there's me, who likes climbing trees and wearing jeans and t shirts and doesn't like shopping unless it's for groceries."

Hate's sports? Then why did she play soccer? And that is nothing to hate your child over.

"I see. Wait, but if Lilly hates sports, why does she play soccer?"

"What? You crazy? She doesn't play soccer. Did she tell you she did?"

"Yeah, she had some bruises and scratches on her arms and legs, but she said they were from playing soccer."

"Haha, see I told you! She is a compulsive liar!"

"Well then where did the bruises come from?"

"I don't know...honestly I don't. Wait, do you think our parents hit us?"

"I have to ask, part of the job."

"Well they don't. That is crazy."

I am getting nowhere, and I know she is lying. If I push her any harder though she is going to shut me out completely.

"Okay Sara, I'm going to go check on your sister and my partner. I'll bring Lilly back in awhile to see you okay? So don't go anywhere."

"Yes, because that is totally possible."

The Locke Residence

Elliot's POV

"Lilly come on! You've been up there for 10 minutes, I think that's long enough to grab some clothes!"

We arrived at at the house not too long ago and she has been up there for ages. Now that I think about it, I haven't really heard much movement. Or dresser drawers closing, or closet doors shutting. She hasn't responded to me either. I try again.

"Lilly!"

Still no answer. Ahh, time to investigate. I ascend up the stairs into the hallway and look into what I suspect to be Lilly's room, but she isn't in there. I turn around and then I see it. Lilly is sitting on the floor in front of the closet where they had been hiding, staring at the remains of her sisters blood on the carpet. I quickly walk over to her, trying not to scare her. She's crying.

"Lilly...come on sweetie, you shouldn't look at that."

"She's dead, she's dead. She left me. And it's all my fault."

"Lilly she isn't dead. She is at the hospital with Olivia." Actually I didn't know anything, for all I knew, she could be dead. "Come on."

I pick her up off the ground and she curls into me and I can feel her tears soaking into my blazer. I carry her down the stairs and out to the car, and place her in the back seat along with her fresh clothes, and start driving to the precinct.

Olivia's Car

Olivia's POV

Now I have to get to the precinct so I can get check up on Lilly and see if she wants to go see Sara in the hospital. Lilly. Precinct. Elliot. Crap. I look at my phone, he still hasn't called me back. I call Cragen and tell him that Elliot still hasn't called me back to tell me he got my messages, and he tells me that he isn't at the house anymore either. I call him again, and still no answer. Well isn't this going to turn out to be a lovely morning.

The Precinct

Elliot's POV

When I finally pull into the station about half an hour later, I look back to see Lilly sleeping, using her clothes as a pillow. Her face is flushed from all the crying and panic, yet she looks peaceful, and I really don't want to wake her, but I must. I open up the back door and shake her gently until she wakes up. She holds her clothes in one hand, and my hand in the other as we walk into the elevator. It seems weird that Olivia hasn't called me to tell me how Sara is doing or just to check in, so I decide to check my phone. Crap. It's been on silent this whole time. And I have 40 missed calls from Olivia. I listen to them one after another.

"Elliot, answer your phone."

"Elliot, come on, you need to pick up."

"Elliot! This isn't funny anymore, come on, this is serious"

"Elliot, you are making me really angry."

"Fine, don't answer me, but whatever you do DO NOT TAKE LILLY TO THE PRECINCT."

Well that can't be good...I listen to the last message as we step out of the elevator onto our floor.

"Elliot! DO NOT TAKE HER THERE! Her parents are there getting questioned!"

At that moment, several things happen simultaneously. Lilly and I walk into the hall, Fin walks out of the room with her parents, and Lilly locks eyes with her parents. Oh, and did I mentioned they weren't handcuffed?

A/N: Sooo Cliffhanger for you! I am going to try to update again soon, because now I remembered that I have these fics to update and I know where I am going with this story. Also be looking out for some of my Klaine stories that I will most likely be writing soon. TA TA!