His hands were cold, it felt like he had dirt on them as he rubbed up and down her sides, her legs, her arms. He kept touching her, but she wouldn't dare open her eyes. She wouldn't dare let one sound of pain come out of her mouth. She wouldn't dare to give him that kind of satisfaction. But then she felt him inside of her; it didn't feel good like it normally would, instead it hurt- worse than it did her first time. She loses her grasp and moans in pain. It gives him incentive-he moves more. She wants to scream- beg him to stop, but she knows he won't. This is all just a game to him. She tries to pretend it's Al, but Al was never this rough. Pretending doesn't work.

What feels like hours pass and finally he's done, he's not moving though and for a second she can't keep her eyes closed. He takes the opportunity to hit her on both sides of her face. She bites the inside of her cheek- she does not cry out in pain. He grabs her head and smashes it on the head board. Still no response. So he smirks a little to himself and then laughs. She hears him. He removes the blanket from her and a flood of cool air hits her bare body. She shivers in response.

"I guess I'll turn on your phone and let Detective Burns come find you in this delicate position. I'll make sure to tell him how you wanted this- begged for me to do this to you. You know some might actually believe me."

She hears her phone buzz on, Al will be here as soon as possible- he'll save her. But the man who just tortured her for hours leaves one final blow. A large fist right into her temple.

She sits straight up and her entire body moans in protest. She can't move like that with all the bruises covering her. She feels like a punching bag. She's doomed to remember it for the rest of her life so she grabs onto one of the pillows that she has on her side. She buries her face into it and begins to cry-sob. Before she knows it the light in her hospital room is being turned on and someone is touching her. She's startled and tenses up.

"Carrie, it's just me. You're okay."

Al's voice almost immediately soothes her body, but her crying doesn't stop. She can't figure it out. Why is she still crying? She hasn't cried since Rachel was murdered. Since then she had kept a hard exterior, one that was put down by only the man in front of her.

"Shh, you're okay. Nobody is going to hurt you."

"It's too late for that, Al. I'm sorry for being stupid. I should've told you where I was going. Nina knew, but she knows not to get in my way, if you had known you could've been there. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not. Don't you dare blame yourself. I don't blame you and if anyone gets to blame you it's me. Come on, where's my strong and resilient Carrie?"

She looked down at the pillow in her lap and detached her hand from his, she didn't even remember him grabbing it. She tries to take strong, even breaths in order to calm herself down, but it doesn't really work.

"She's gone, Al. She doesn't exist. He took her away from you…from me. I don't even want to catch him. Just let him crawl back into whatever hole he came out of. Seeing him will happen to me every single time I close my eyes, I can't shake him. I tried to fight back, I promise, I didn't want this to happen to me."

"I never said you did and I know you didn't. Hey, I'm going to catch this guy. I'm going to put him away forever, because he hurt you. He's not going to get away with it. I can't let him live because of what he did to you."

A tear slides down his cheek, luckily she doesn't even notice. But what else she doesn't notice is how quickly his whole state of being is breaking because of what happened to her.

"Was the team here last night? I thought I heard them. When I first woke up I thought something had happened to you, but then I knew it wasn't possible- I would die first. But then I thought about them and thought maybe something happened to them."

He tries to not hear the part of her dying before anything would happen to him, because he felt the same way. He knew nothing could really happen now. She was so broken, he didn't even really know her anymore.

"They were here when I thought you were asleep. I couldn't get them to leave for the longest time, every noise they heard their guns were out. Finally I had to practically push them out the door with the promise that I wasn't leaving. They're here now, waiting on the DNA results to be processed."

"Can I go home then?"

He smiles at her or at least tries to. He doesn't plan on taking her back to her apartment, because he can't stand the thought of leaving her alone anywhere now. He doesn't want to risk something else happening to her. She's so fragile…

"Al! We got a trace on her cell phone. East Ridge Street, down on the gang bangers side of town. Come on let's go."

Roe's rushing him, pulling him in the direction of the door. He barely has enough time to grab his keys and his gun or even think about directing his team into some sort of order. Not to his surprise they're already following him. Somehow his feet are carrying him to his car.

"Nina, Roe take Nina's car now, scope out the location, set up a perimeter. Mike you're with me."

They get into separate cars, but Al can't think enough to put it in drive or actually start going where he needs to be.

"Al, you and Carrie…you were a thing weren't you?"

"Yeah we were."

"She break it off?"

"You know she did."

"You wish she didn't, though, right? You still love her, Al. I see it every single time you look at her. Nina and Roe, they don't, but you love her."

"You're right, Mike, but that means nothing right now. I just have to get to her. I have to make sure she's okay. If she's not then I don't know what I'll do."

"Then lets go."

He speeds out of the parking lot and barely misses a car coming his direction. He flips the sirens on and soon they are rolling through town quicker than they ever have before, running red lights and causing many cars to come to stumping halt. The perimeter has been set by Roe and Nina by the time they get there. Al stops the car and gets out, grabs his gun from the holster, and starts toward the building.

"Boss, where ya going without us?"

"Get my back, but the second I find her you go call our tech guys."

His heart was still gripped with a fear that maybe she wouldn't be in the building, maybe this guy had taken her somewhere else and had just left her cell phone there to distract them. He would go crazy if she wasn't here, if she wasn't safe. He kicks down the door and stakes out the building. It's only three stories and the levels barely have rooms. He clears the first floor in a matter of seconds and then he's onto the second. His heart drops when he opens the first door on the second floor.

"I found her. Call the techs."

His voice dropped as he closed the door behind him. He walks up to her. She's bare and exposed; the team can't see her like this. He grabs his pocket knife out of his back pocket and starts cutting the ropes that bind her wrists and ankles.

"Oh Carrie."

He finally gets her last foot free when her eyes begin to flutter open and a moan escapes her lips.

"Al?"

His name is foreign coming from her chapped, dry lips. His Carrie is hurt so bad, barely conscious.

"It's me, Carrie, you're going to be okay. I'm going to put my jacket on you, okay?"

He was wearing a long trench coat, something that would be able to cover her entire body. He slips out of it and somehow manages to get her wrapped in it. He grabs the blanket and wraps her in that too before picking her up.

"My head hurts so bad, Al."

"I know, I'm taking you to the hospital, you're going to be okay."

"Al?"

He looks up at her.

"Hmm?"

"You didn't answer my question. Can I go home once the DNA processing is done."

"I thought maybe you would come home with me."

"Why would I-"

She's interrupted by the opening of the door and the entrance of their co-workers. Nina is the last to enter but the first to come up to her bedside and pull her into a fierce hug. She releases quickly though, realizing that Carrie may feel suffocated by her. She doesn't want that, but she feels so terrible. If she had just made Carrie wait maybe she'd be okay.

"How ya doing, Carrie?"

Roe speaks because what else is he supposed to do. He just wants to find this guy. Carrie is like his sister, even though he would never admit it, and this terrible thing happened to her. He hates it. He watches as she shrugs her shoulders before grasping the pillow in between her fingers a little tighter.

"I'm okay I guess.."

She trails off and before any of them can say another word Al becomes the boss again.

"We get the DNA results?"

Mike shoves a folder into the detective's waiting hands. He flips through it, slowly and deliberately. Carrie watches as his face falls. She can see how upset he is, she used to love him- still does- she knows his facial expressions better than anyone else.

"What do they say, Al?"

For the first time in two days, her voice sounds strong.

"When matched against those who have committed a felony before there was no match. Which means hopefully our tech guys will be able to match it up. It also means-"

"That I was his first crime."

No one gives her time to start panicking, which they can all see it start to happen. Nina steps in quickly, because she doesn't believe that she would be able to handle watching Carrie break down.

"Look while we were waiting, we grabbed your release papers and I stopped at your place to grab you some fresh clothes."

She holds out her hand that holds a bag, Carrie reaches out and grabs it. She lets out a small smile, because she could sense that Nina needed some reassurance. Al hands the file back to Mike and stands from his chair.

"Why don't you three go to the office and get started on matching this DNA in a different national database. Try to get the clips from the surrounding buildings and make sure you notify anyone who asks that we are busy. No other cases. I want this guy found."

"Yes boss."

Were the three responses. Each say a separate goodbye to Carrie before leaving. He grabs the release papers as his coworkers leave the room. He watches as she attempts to stand to go to the bathroom to change. She can barely stand, she takes a step and then stumbles. He's by her side, wrapping an arm around her side and supporting her.

"I really was trying to do this by myself."

"You can barely stand, maybe I should be questioning your release."

"Please don't, I just wanna get out of here, Al."

"Then come to stay with me. That way I can help you. Please, Carrie, all I want is for you to be safe. You'd be safest with me."

"Fine, I'll stay but only until you feel like I can take care of myself again."

He helps her rest against the wall and grabs the clothes from the bag.

"Let's get you out here."

She looks reluctant and ends up wrapping her arms around her midsection. He shoots her a questioning glance. She's never had to protect herself from him. He's never done anything to hurt her. She was the one to leave. He'd never do anything to protect her.

"I don't want you to look at me anymore."

She slides down the wall and curls up in a ball. Her arms wrap around her bent knees. She rests her head on her knees and begins to cry. So he kneels down by her side and brushes her hair from her eyes.

"Talk to me, Carrie, be honest. We can still do that much for each other right? Why?"

Her eyes stare into his and she only sees truth. She'd never lose anything to him.

"I'm hideous."

"Why? Because some guy thought he had the right to put his hands on you, thought he had the right to touch you. You survived that. What that guy did to you doesn't make you hideous. Nothing could make you hideous to me, Carrie. Come on, let's get you home."

Slowly but surely they get her changed into a new outfit. He has to practically carry her out of the hospital, but they make it to his car and back to his apartment. Luckily, it's a two bedroom so there can be no awkward exchanges between the two. He gets her into the bed and tucks her in.

"You should just sleep, Carrie."

"No, no. I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"Every single time I close my eyes, I feel his hands on me. I see his masked face. I don't desire to close my eyes ever again."

"I'm sorry I let this happen to you. I should've known you'd follow the first lead you got. I should've kept a closer eye on you, like I promised to do years ago."

"This wasn't you, Al. This guy…this guy raped me and there was nothing you could've done. Just stay with me, don't ever-"

"Leave. I know. I won't."

He watches as she fights sleep, because of her fear. She rolls around, her face depicting everything going on in her head, her body protesting the movement. She lets out multiple groans before he puts a silent hand on her arm.

"Stop thinking so much, Wells, just let your mind go blank. I've got your back."

Finally after an hour or so, she falls asleep. Her hand grasping his. He can't let go, he doesn't want to either. As long as she's here, with him, she's safe. That's all he's wanted since he first met her. He doesn't care about anything else. Something sparks in his head.

"You still love her!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Elaine? Who do I still love?"

"Carrie. You still love her and I can't stay in this relationship when I know you'll eventually leave me for the love of your life."

"She was right, Carrie. I still love you."

Can you believe what CBS did? Those idiots..If you look on my profile there's a link to file a complaint with CBS, please do it. (I'm still hoping that someone buys it from them) Anyways I plan on keeping this story going, along with others. Please review!