Leaving her friend's office, Watson heads to her sister's, finding Joey sitting in her chair, staring at nothing. "Joey, are you ok?" she asks gently. "Joey?"

"I'm fine Georgie," little emotion in her voice.

Moving to her sister's side, Watson studies her face. "That's a nice handprint you have there."

"Really, I haven't looked."

"It's just red, if you're lucky, it won't bruise."

Joey shrugs, "Whatever."

"Joey," she says appealingly, hating the old pain that had come into her eyes. "I wish you would talk to me about what happened."

"The Sergeant and I just got a little carried away."

"That's not what I meant."

Joey looks away.

"Joey, please."

"It was a long time ago Georgie, just drop it," Joey says, trying to keep her anger in check.

"It shouldn't have happened Joey," her own eyes expressing the pain and guilt she felt for what had happened.

"Must admit, I wasn't expecting that from the Sergeant," Joey says, deliberately ignoring her sister's attempt to dredge up the past.

Watson sighs, her sister once again closing off. "So what the hell are you doing to her Joey, I've never seen Charlie react like that to anyone?"

"I'm not doing anything that I don't normally do."

"Well something's going on."

"So it's my fault the Sergeant loses it?"

"This isn't like you Joey. You push but you always know when to pull back."

"So I misjudged her."

"Joey, what is going on?"

"Nothing."

"I know you and I know Charlie; there is definitely something going on."

"The only thing going on is that the woman has a problem with me. She just gets so defensive whenever I have a go at Rosetta or her."

"Can you blame her?"

"Her precious fiancé is a murdering scumbag and if she can't handle people having a go at him, then that's too bad. By rights, I should have her up on assault charges."

"But you won't."

Joey stares at her sister, "Why, do you think I deserved it?"

"Of course not Joey." Watson lets out a frustrated sigh, "It was never your fault Joey, no matter what she..."

"Oh, sorry," Graves grimaces when she realises she walked right into the middle of something.

"It's ok Graves, my sister was just leaving."

Looking like she was about to object, Watson backs down when Joey turns away from her. "Fine, but Joey, one day we're going to talk about this."

"I really am sorry Joey," Graves says as soon as Watson closes the door.

"We were finished." Graves studies her for a moment, never having seen her friend like this.

"Joey."

"Don't."

"I thought we were friends Joey."

"No offence Graves, but if I don't talk to my sister about it, I'm hardly going to talk to you."

"Well, I'm here if you ever need to talk."

"Thanks, but it's not going to happen."

Glancing at her cheek, Graves shakes her head. "Didn't I tell you to duck when she finally went after you?"

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot." Joey smiles wryly when she sees the understanding in Graves eyes, realising she had put the pieces together.

"Georgie doesn't know everything, does she Joey?"

"I don't know what she knows and doesn't know; we don't talk about it, with anyone."

"That's not healthy Joey."

"Graves, I assume you barged in here because you have something to tell me?"

"You really are a stubborn bitch Joey."

"That's what Georgie always says."

"Fine. You remember that underage girl in the photo with Welsh?"

"Yeah."

"Well she's been found."

"Really. How is she?"

"Absolutely furious."

"I don't blame her."

"Oh no, she's not furious with those who abused her, but with her parents and the cops for ruining her life."

"Huh?"

"Seems that she answered an online ad asking for models, when she turned up, this woman took her to a room full of people, where she was auctioned off. She's admitted to being terrified at first, but the man who bought her, was in her words, incredibly hot and cute and he treated her like a princess, showered her with gifts and let her do whatever she pleased; she thinks he's the most wonderful man in the world and thought sex with him was amazing."

"Jesus, the prick pimped her out," Joey says incredulously.

"Apparently that was a once off thing; a favour to the people who provided him with such a willing sex toy."

"Sick bastard. Where is he?"

"Sunning himself in a country with no extradition. Looks like he received a tip off about the raid, cleaned out his bank accounts and bolted."

"And left her behind."

"He'll just buy a replacement," she says disgustedly. "These kids are nothing but possessions to these people and are easily replaced."

"Easy Graves or you'll become bitter and twisted like me."

"Sorry, but jesus Joey, she's 14 and if that's not bad enough, she's pregnant. She refuses to go home with her parents so now she's been placed in foster care."

"Fuck, that poor kid. I take it she wasn't very forthcoming with names?"

"Not even a location of where the auction took place or a description of the woman or anyone else she saw at the auction. The ad she answered was taken down before the auction; the Federal police keep a watch on them, but by the time they get warrants, the sites are closed down and the locations swept clean."

"So they have people on the inside."

"It's the only way they can continually stay ahead of us. You still thinking Rosetta's involved?"

"He and whoever he's working for."

Walking home, Ruby smiles to herself as she thinks back to the diner the other day, wondering if she'd ever be game enough to stand up to Angelo the way the detective did. Lost in thought, Ruby doesn't hear him come up behind her until it's too late. Clasping his hand over her mouth to stop her screaming, his other arm pulls her tightly against him. "Hey Ruby, did you miss me." Her eyes wide with fear, he picks her up and carries her away.