Again, italics are Parker's thoughts.

Sophie feels someone is there with her and she realizes that is true as she slowly drifts away from sleep, she opens her eyes to see Parker standing at her looking like hell.

She jumps from the couch where she had fallen asleep, the rest of the team is nowhere to be seen; they took Eleanor to the movies, trying to ease the girl's head from the latest events.

-I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go... - She has been crying all they long, her eyes are swollen and red, her cheeks are flushed pink from the running tears, but what catches the grifter's attention is the girl's left arm, she is holding in place with her right hand and the sleeve on her shoulder is torn showing scratched, gory skin.

-It's okay Parker, we're not mad at you. It was not your fault! - She pats the thief's good arm while she keeps scrutinizing her, making sure the only thing wounded is her arm. - Just seat in there and let me take a look at your arm.

Parker seats with a blank expression on her face as she watches Sophie take a pair of scissors from a drawer in front of her. The brunette takes the place at Parker's left.

-I will have to cut the sleeve, is that fine with you? - Parker nods without looking at her, if she felt relief at first all she feels now is pure shame. Sophie's face twitches as she looks at the blonde's sore arm. - How did you do this?

-I fell... - She whispers feeling a Déjà-Vu.

-You fell? That doesn't sound like you... - She Knows Parker's lying, Parker never was a good liar.

-You don't always know what I sound like! - Parker spats angrily. And sometimes, neither do I.

Sophie washes the wound, carefully, with saline while Parker hisses, trying to ignore her pain and waits for Sophie to spread betadine on it.

-I am afraid your shoulder is dislocated. - The woman says after she finishes cleaning the scratches on her arm.

-Can you put it back in place?

-I can - she gets up. - I am just going to get you some painkillers.

-No! They make me slower! - Sophie still walks away leaving an anxious Parker sitting on the big couch; when she comes backs she holds a piece of cloth on her hand.

-Bite this. - She states simply.

Parker closes her eyes and bites harder as she feels an excruciating pain burning through her shoulder.

-It's done. - Sophie says as the pain decreases.

-Where did you learn to put people's shoulders back on place? - Sophie gives her what could be a naughty smile.

-That's a story that involves me, Nathan, a very short red dress and two bottles of Champaign in Florence...

-I am sorry! - Parker cuts off. - I never meant to hurt you, I just... I don't know what got into me...

-I do, Parker. You had a panic attack due to what was done to you as a child.

-That doesn't make sense! Why now?

-What you've been through... You kept it a secret didn't you? - Parker is using her hands to support her face; she still can't look at Sophie.

-When I was nine I tried to kill myself, I was sent to an institution; I told the shrink that worked there, but he... - She bites her lip and tightens her hands on one another. - He did it to me too...

Sophie places her arm around Parkers shoulder not showing any fear and slowly pulling the thief closer to her body.

-Sweetie, you need to know that's okay that you're not okay and the reason this is happening now it's because you're talking about it.

-So, I shouldn't talk about it? - Parker doesn't move, she doesn't have the courage too because Sophie feels like the mother she never had.

-No. What I am trying to say Parker is you kept your feelings buried for a really long time and even though you didn't consciously thought about it, it was still there. - She pauses. - And now with what happened to Eleanor your feelings started to unleash... That's normal and we're not mad at you. Nobody is. You need us to help you Parker, please let us help you!

-But how do you do that? - How can you help me if I don't even know where to start?

- We teach you how to trust, we heal you, but first you need to deal with your panic attacks, I can't take the chances of you hurting my daughter. - Sophie doesn't push away as she says this; on the contrary, she pulls closer.

-Can you help me with that?

-No, but I know someone that can: Eliot. - Parker pushes away from Sophie; she's not prepared to face him. - Because of what happened today? - Her dark eyes squint as she reads the younger woman. - No, because of what happened last night! - She leans closer. - Parker, don't mind me asking you this, but why did you want to kiss Eliot last night?

She shakes her head.

-I don't really know, I just wanted to... I don't even know why I care so much about him refusing me... - Sophie smiles.

-I do!

Parker is leaving out the door when the grifter calls her again.

-Parker, listen. Those men that hurt you, we could avenge you if you wanted to... - She shakes her head again, not a chance in the world. - They can hurt other children...

-There's only one of them left and I know he won't hurt anyone else... I just want to forget about him!

-How can you be so sure he won't hurt other children?

-How can you be so sure I'm in love with Eliot? - And she leaves, there's someone she needs to see.

Here it is, things are getting along Parker. Where do you think she's going?

Were my Sophie and Parker okay?