I apologise for taking so long again, I think there must be something special about my house because someone tried to break in again, although it is a funny story because the man trying to get in smashed a window and put his arm through trying to open it my brother woke up and yelled at him, needles to say the man ran away in what i assume was fear, my brother is like 6 ft tall and can be very scary looking, he is also a wrestler so he isn't someone to mess wiht, I don't know about anyone else but I got a cheap laugh out of the story. On a happier note i bought myself a laptop which means I no longer have to wait to do my typing so i should get some more of my story done (Assuming no one tries to break in again) Anyway...damn this note is longer then i thought, Anyway I hope this chapter is good, but if not tell me and I'll be happy to redo it :)

Ilsa didn't stop as she made her way to her car. After starting it as quickly as she could she took off, going as fast as she could flipping on the sirens as she drove, The call she had received minutes before had been bad, Samantha had called to tell Ilsa that there was something wrong with Emily, she had locked herself in a room with a gun, it didn't take a genius to see that this was not a good thing. As Ilsa drove her phone began to ring again, she picked it up and answered in a crisp tone.

"Hey Ilsa, we've got a problem" Said Olivia from the other end of the phone.
"If it's about Emily, Sam already called me and I'm on my way" she replied as she kept going through the traffic in front of her.

"Alight, I'm almost there so I'll see you soon" Olivia said before she hung up her phone. Ilsa tossed her phone onto the seat next to her and pushed her foot down on the petal, pushing the car a little faster.

She pulled up and found Samantha and Olivia waiting for her as well as a few more people, Emily's brother and her parents and the Reyes family. Ilsa had barely gotten her foot out of the car before Sam was by the door talking rapidly with her baby in her arms. Ilsa stepped out and placed her hands on Sam's shoulders in a calming manner "Hey, hey calm down ok" she couldn't really understand what the distraught woman was saying.

Sam was breathing heavy trying to get some much needed oxygen into her lungs, trying to calm herself down so she could tell Ilsa the rest of the problem. After a few seconds she had managed to get her breathing to an acceptable level "Emily, S-She's inside and she's got a gun and- and she's just acting crazy you have to help her!" she yelled quickly.

"You Detective" Carrisa yelled as she walked over to the two women, giving Sam an evil glare "I want you to get that heathen out of my house" her voice cold and her eyes emotionless, Like she truly didn't care about her own daughter.

"Excuse me?" Ilsa asked shocked at what she was hearing "That's your daughter in there, How can you say that?"

"I have no daughter" Carrisa spat, she then turned around and walked back to her husband and son.

Olivia had made her way over to the two women, watching as Carrisa walked away "Emily is inside Ilsa, we're trying to talk Emily out of hurting herself but she's pretty emotional"

"I can see why" Ilsa scoffed, disgusted at the way Carrisa was acting. If there wasn't anyone around she would have smacked the woman.

Samantha looked at Ilsa with big teary eyes "please help her" she begged.

Ilsa nodded and ran to the back of the house, not wanting to wait for anyone else, she slowly reached out and tried the handle, turning it gently she pushed the door open with a slight creak, she crept through the house, hearing the faint sounds of sobbing coming from somewhere in the house, Ilsa made her way in that direction of the sobs.

"Go away!" Emily sobbed when she heard her door creak open, she was sitting in the corner of her room with a gun in her hand, it was just too much to deal with right now. Everything that had happened and was happening, it was like her whole world was falling apart and she could do nothing but watch as it crumpled away.

"It's Detective Couri Emily, I'm going to open the door ok, I just want to talk" Ilsa said in a calming manner, she pushed the door open and stuck her head in, she saw the defeated look in the young girls eyes.

"Get out" Emily said menacingly when she saw the detective, she moved the gun and pointed it at Ilsa, The detective put her hands up.

"I'm going to put my gun down ok" Ilsa slowly moved to grab her gun and after taking out the clip put it on the floor "See, I'm un armed and I just want to talk" she took another step closer to the distraught girl.

"I don't want to talk!" Emily sobbed "I just want it to stop"

"I know, I know you do, but this isn't the way to do it" Ilsa moved in further and took a seat near Emily, not getting to close to, in case she upset her more then she already was. "Tell me what's going on"

Emily couldn't stop the tears even if she wanted to, let out a chocked sob "it isn't fair" she cried

Ilsa's heart was breaking for the girl "What, what isn't fair?" she asked, she had a feeling she already knew the answer she was about to get.

"H-He raped me!" she yelled, getting up from where she had been sobbing and pacing around the room "A-and now everything has gone to hell, n-nobody looks at me the same, I can't sleep can't eat, I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore…"

"We've got more evidence now" Ilsa said, hoping it might make her feel even minutely better "He had some photos of you and some letters you and Sam wrote to each other…"

"There was a video missing, did you find that?"

Ilsa nodded "Yes we did"

"Did you see what was on it?"

Ilsa sighed "Yes…" she answered reluctantly

"Oh god" Emily sobbed "So now everyone knows?"

"No, I was the only one who watched the video, I'm sorry I didn't want to but I had to"

Emily was crying hard "M-my parents found out, they disowned me…called me a freak and a sinner and told me to leave, my mother said 'she wasn't going to let a whore live in her house', what do I do now?" she asked turning to Ilsa "I don't have anyone"

"That's not true" Ilsa said standing up "There is a woman out there who loves you more than anything in the world, she doesn't care what happened, she just wants you to be ok"

"Well I'll never be ok" Emily clutched the gun tighter

"I know what you're going through Emily-"

"No you don't!" She screamed and pointed the gun at Ilsa's face "You don't' know anything, you think you do but that's it!"

Ilsa had a calm look on her face "I know what it's like to have your body used, to feel so out of control you can only sit back and watch as everything happens and hope when it's done you haven't lost everything you used to be"

Emily's hand began to shake

"You need to talk to someone, I wish I could go back, I wish when it happened to me I had someone to talk to me and help me, If you want to shoot me, shoot me, but I'm telling you to talk to someone"

The young woman lowered the gun "Why do I need to talk to someone, you seem to have a pretty good life and you didn't need to talk"

Ilsa scoffed, but moved closer and wrapped an arm around Emily, trying not to startle her "If you call having nightmares every night and waking up covered in sweat and hoping you weren't screaming a good life" Ilsa gave a soft smile "Look at it this way…If my life is good and I never got help, then getting help an only make yours so much better than mine"

Emily dropped the gun and wrapped her arms around Ilsa, holding on for dear life. "Does it ever get easier?" she asked, her voice muffled as she buried her head into the detectives neck and cried.
Ilsa moved the gun with one hand and stroked her back with the other one "I don't know, but you have a woman who loves you no matter what, so I think it can get better, it'll just take time…"

"How do you know what I'm going through?" Emily asked looking up with watery eyes
Ilsa didn't wasn't to talk about it, but it seemed like a good enough time to do so, she had just reassured this girl that it wasn't the end of the world, the least she could was tell her how she knew that.

"My…Farther, If you can call him that, was a very bad man and hurt me for a lone time"
"How did you get away? How did you get over it?"

Ilsa paused and considered her answer, she was being truthful so far, she didn't see the sense in stopping now "I didn't" she muttered, hoping the girl in her arms didn't hear her.

Casey was sitting at her desk buried under paper work as usual, she was in the middle of reading something when she heard and knock on her door and looked up to see someone push it open slowly.

'God I hope this isn't another motion' Casey thought as she waited for the person to come inside, she smiled when she saw Ilsa walk in, but the smile quickly left when she saw her friend was in not better mood then when she left.

"Hey" Casey said softly as Ilsa slowly shuffled her way to the seat across from the young lawyer.

"Hey" Ilsa mumbled back as she slowly lowered herself into the chair

"I Heard what happened...Is she ok?"

Ilsa nodded "She's going to need some therapy but apart from that she's good..."

"And you?" Casey asked reaching out and covering Ilsa's hand

The Detective opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was she thought she was going to say wasn't there, she just didn't know how to put into words what she was feeling or thinking. "I'm...confused" she admitted "I'm not sure what is going on in my head, it's all jumbled and I don't know where to start"

"Then...just start wherever and we can go from there, tell me what's happening in that head of yours" Casey said in a concerned voice.

"This girl…she's a lesbian, and she grew up with a family that told her having those kinds of feeling for someone of the same sex is a sin, not to mention that her god frowns upon her love, a-and she finally finds a woman she loves and she finally, finally! Starts thinking that being gay isn't as bad as people make it out to be, and her life is getting better and she's found a girl to share her life with, then Asael comes along and decides he has to have this girl, find outs she a lesbian and tells her he's going to rape her to make her straight!" Ilsa said in a rushed breath, she got up out of the chair she was sitting in and ran a hand thought her hair

"This girl is going to spend years thinking that she's wrong, that she's not normal, and we can only hope that getting therapy will help her, if she didn't hate herself before she definitely does now and I…" Ilsa took a deep calming breath and flopped down into the chair "I just feel so bad for her"

Casey sat in her chair and patiently listened as Ilsa spoke some of what was on her mind.
"Is that what happened to you? When you came out, Did people hate you and tell you your god would be mad?"

Ilsa let out a soft but humourless chuckle "I got told a God would not accept me for being a fag, but I've been told all these things before, it doesn't really hurt anymore"

"A God?"

"I don't believe in god, I think he might be up there somewhere, but my faith lies in other places, I belong to a different religion"

"What religion?" Casey asked, trying to keep Ilsa talking to her.

"I'm a pastafarian and my deity is a flying spaghetti monster and I believe we are all touched by his noodley appendage" Ilsa said with a straight face, showing no emotion.

Casey blinked a few times then just started at Ilsa, before she saw the detectives lips into a smile and they both started to laugh.

"So um…" Ilsa muttered "What are we going to do about the DNA?"
Casey sighed, after the excitement of earlier events she had forgotten about the fight she and Ilsa had had earlier that morning, concerning the DNA sample Ilsa had managed to get.

"Like I said I don't know if it'll be admissible…" Casey paused when she saw the crest fallen look on Ilsa's face "But I'll do everything I can to make sure it's allowed" she reached across the table and grabbed the detectives hand "We have a strong case Ilsa, you don't have anything to worry about"

"That's where you're wrong, I have a lot to worry about" Ilsa looked at her watch and got to her feet "I'd better let you get back to work, catch you later Novak" she said over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

Casey leaned her head back, and let out a long sigh, running her fingers through her hair she rested her eyes for a minute, letting everything sink in, before sitting up straight and getting back to her never ending case load. She had lost her chance to attempt make a move on the detective, but there was always more time.

So the end, i hope you liked it, please R&R and I'll try post the next chapter soon :)