AN: Sorry for the delayed update of this chapter. I've been lazy, and kind of busy. But here it is. After this chapter there will be 2 chapters left of this story. And any other projects after this story may or may not be on hold. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. Hopefully, the next update won't take so long to be posted.

"Now, if we're going to get her to talk, we have to handle the conversation delicately, wouldn't want to make the situation worse," George Ramazotti said looking to his partner briefly, then back to the building before them.

"I still can't believe little Ally could- surely she couldn't actually have…" the other detective trailed off, his mind not able to comprehend the crimes the young girl was convicted of.

"I know Stabler, but keep in mind that we're dealing with something that we weren't exactly trained for," the older man replied as they walked through the doors of the Palm Woods.

The two newly appointed detectives made their way to the visitor's room with the aid of the portly grounds keeper. They sat themselves down at one of the tables as other patients spoke with respective relatives, most of them ignored the presence of the two men, a couple gave curious glances their way before going back to whatever conversation they were having previously.

Taking a deep breath, George set the manila folders and his notepad on the table not entirely knowing what to expect when his daughter came in the room. Dr. Collins had sent copies of his daughter's files from the facility to the precinct a week earlier, so that they would have a better understanding of her fractured mind, but there was always a risk of the something unexpected happening.

"Hi daddy," Alana softly greeted as she took her seat across from the two officers; she ignored the other male's presence and kept her hands clasped in her lap. "Why are you here? You don't like coming here."

George squared his shoulders as did his partner, taking another breath he shuffled the papers in front of him careful not to let her see the information he had on her and the case they were still working.

"You remember what I told you about Michael?" he paused and allowed a response and continued when she nodded her head. "Well, we've been looking through his journal, there were a lot of entries about you and he mentioned one of his friends-"

"So, what does that have to do with her?" Elektra interrupted her blue eyes now glaring both men down defiantly.

"There was another body found, Jackson Alvarez, he was the friend that Michael mentioned in his journal entries," Marvin said a bit more prepared to see those pale eyes, than the older man next to him. He swallowed when those ice colored eyes locked onto his brown eyes. "Jackson had been missing a little longer than Michael and-

"And you cops in New York think Alana had something to do with that bastard's death," Elektra rolled her eyes while crossing her arms, irritation clear on her face. "Those boys had it coming, with what they did to her."

"What did they do to her?" George asked, finally gaining his composure back, he needed to know what happened to his daughter that made her turn into the fractured girl before him. "How bad did they-

"The real question you should be asking, is what didn't they do to her," the girl before him coldly interrupted, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "When she was six, your brother hurt her, but Michael and Jackson, they broke her and I'm the only one who can fix her!"

Those frost colored eyes were filled with rage as she quickly rose from the plastic chair she'd been seated in. Clenching her hands into fists she stared down at the two men who looked ready to aim their weapons at her, hands gripped at their gun holsters. A vicious smile took over her face before she sat back down completely ignoring the looks of the patients in the room. She looked at them steadily before speaking once more.

"It figures you're both more worried about saving your own skins, and from what a girl barely past 5 feet, who you think killed 2 perverts, who deserved everything they got," she snorted in contempt at the two men in front of her. "I bet you don't even have a shred of evidence."

"Alana-

"She isn't here right now, Dad," Elektra snapped at George Ramazotti who suddenly felt ill, her right hand smacked against the surface of the small table, easily capturing the attention of a few occupants in the room. "And don't come back here if you're only after putting her in jail, while hoping for some kind of confession."

"We're not trying-

"Save it Detective Nancy, you and Detective Dad, can go preach your gospel to someone who cares," she snarled getting up from her chair again easily dismissing the two men who stood up as well. "Have a nice flight back."

She exited the room quickly; all the other patients and respective relatives could feel the stifling tension that had settled in the room, the rage that was coming off the petite girl could be felt in waves. The loud slam of the door startled a few, who shrieked in surprise and seconds later had tears streaming down their cheeks and were currently being comforted by their respective relatives. The two detectives sighed in unison as they stood in the middle of the room, the older of the pair felt as if he'd been stabbed in the chest, but he wasn't about to open up about it anytime soon.

"Well, that went better than expected," Marvin said as they made their way to the exit of the facility.

"Really, now what were you expecting Stabler?" George inquired giving his partner a tired look.

"I was expecting her to jump across the table, wild eyes and screaming," Marvin shrugged after giving the grounds keeper a quick farewell as they walked through the double doors. "You know, ready to kill."

The older shook his head and sighed loudly, unlocking the black rental car he looked to the younger man "Believe me when I say this Stabler, no matter what you try to expect, you always end up surprised."

Elektra walked quietly down the hall, throwing glares at anyone who dared to look at her, as she got closer to Mercedes and Alana's shared room, the pressure in her head built, her control was slipping quicker than she wanted.

'It was fun while it lasted,' she thought as the pain behind her eyes became worse.

The pain was enough to bring her to her knees, tears began gathering in the corners of her eyes. She sniffed when the pain finally ebbed away, the bright blue darkening into the familiar dark green color. A ragged breath fell from her lips as she slowly stood from the tiled floor, the fog in her head was starting to clear and Alana wondered why she was in the hallway instead of talking to her father and the other man who had been sitting next to him stiffly.

'Why am I near my room? I should be in the visitor's room,' she thought carefully and bit her lip trying to sift through the thick fog in her mind.

'She made them leave,' Jasmine whispered, startling the girl who was busy looking at her shoes. 'They were making Elektra mad so she told them to leave, but she didn't hurt them.'

"Good," Alana breathed out quietly to herself and entered her room slightly now at ease.

She was sad that she couldn't remember what had happened in the visitor's room today, but she did hope that she could remember his next visit.

'If he even comes back,' she thought sadly, taking a seat on her bed and picked up her journal. "I didn't even get to say goodbye."

Carlos stared down at his newest drawing in his sketchbook; it was one of the few that weren't on fire. He chewed his lip in contemplation, wondering if he should carry out his plan, while his roommate sat at his desk softly muttering to himself about things that the shorter boys didn't care to know about. Instead, he was more focused on his sketchbook and James bemoaning his lost "perfection" did nothing to aid him with his current dilemma.

"James, could you stop? I'm trying to think," Carlos said softly, giving another glance to the taller boy who finally stopped his obsessive musings.

"Oh, sorry man… ugh, what are you doing?" he asked as he got up from the desk chair and moved across the room. "Do you need help?"

"It's nothing," the Latin boy hastily replied and shut his sketchbook quickly, his fingers gripping onto the object tightly.

"Really, you staring off into space while that book of yours is open is nothing?" the elder of the two prodded carefully knowing that Carlos' childish demeanor could be easily shattered. "You can tell me, you know we're friends."

'Friends,' the pyromaniac thought wistfully, looking back to the drawing pad now clasped tightly to his chest. 'Maybe he could tell me that it's not a bad idea.'

"Well it's something I drew and I'm not so sure that I should do what I wanted with it in the first place," the raven haired boy chewed on his lip again nervously after he spoke. "I'm not sure if I should give it to her."

"Her, you mean Alana, right?" the confusion in the anorexic's eyes didn't fade as his roommate squirmed on his bed. "If it's another picture of her, she'll like it just like the first one you gave her."

The younger only nodded, his dark eyes fixated on the sketchpad in his hands. If the picture was of his girlfriend, then he wouldn't be so nervous about giving her another portrait. No, this picture had an entirely different purpose and was for the girl who absolutely hated Alana, for what reason he didn't know, nor would the dark haired girl clarify no matter how sweetly he asked.

'I just hope Ally, doesn't find out,' he sighed inwardly and got up from his bed slowly.

"I'll be right back," he said still holding the sketchpad close to his chest as he opened the door and stepped out. "But don't talk to Ally about it… okay?"

"Wait, so that picture isn't… Carlos you're not-

"It's not what you think, she won't leave Ally alone so I-

"So you're going to flirt with the girl-

"No, I already told you it's not like that! This picture has a message in it, and I wasn't sure if I should give it to her, but now I am," the Latino argued back, his knuckles turning white from how tight he clutched his notebook. "Just don't tell Ally, trust me… please?"

James sighed while running his un-bandaged hand through his hair before he looked to his roommate once more. "Fine, just… what's the message?"

Silently Carlos held open the sketchbook that nearly bent from how forcefully he'd been holding it. Quickly, he found the portrait he'd drawn for Stephanie which held a very clear message for her, that instantly made James' stomach lurch momentarily.

"She almost looks the way that- you'd actually do that to her?" James asked his throat had gone dry as the boy still standing in the doorway of their room closed his drawing pad.

"If I have to, then I will," Carlos said resolutely and readied himself to leave the room again. "It worked with Sandy and Sally."

"Yeah, it did," the taller mumbled and watched the shorter boy leave the room, a heavy feeling sinking to the pit of his stomach.

The mismatched group of friends sat at their usual table during dinner, Kendall was at usual broodings as he poked at his food while James did his usual food separation before he would take his first bite, Carlos looked adorningly at Alana who could only blush at the innocent attention as Mercedes seemed to stare blankly at her tray of food, while Logan had just gotten in line to receive his dinner.

"So, did any of your parents visit you guys?" Mercedes questioned politely, her voice contained a dazed tone as if she'd recently (and most likely) been sedated. "My dad came to see me."

'You remember the screaming you heard when you went to see that nosey little doctor? I bet that was her, must be the reason she's practically on another planet,' Elektra snorted at the blonde who did look entirely out of it.

"My dad came to see me too, but I don't remember what we talked about," Alana answered sadly, her fork poking at the lasagna she'd chosen to eat. "I do know that I didn't say goodbye."

"I'm sorry, I didn't say goodbye to my dad either," the heavily medicated girl responded, for an instant she looked as if she'd fall right over.

But before anyone could ask Mercedes the reason for the glassy look in her eyes, a familiar large boy began loudly harassing his favorite target with a larger audience as he tried to corner the boy.

"Just leave me alone Ozzy," Logan squeaked out, as he tried to cower away from the lumbering large boy and not spill the food on his tray.

"Oh come on Mitchell, don't be like that," Ozzy leered down at the smaller boy, a crooked smirk taking over his features, not caring at the orderlies who were quickly surrounding him. "I just wanna talk."

"You know Ozzy, people might start thinking you've got a thing for Logie here," Elektra smirked easily as she confidently strode over to the bully. "I mean, out of all the boys in this place, you pick only him. Does someone have a crush?"

The large boy's face flushed red at the implication, but fear kept him from acting on the boiling rage filling his gut. Instead he took a step back from the blue eyed girl staring him down, as Logan took the opportunity to escape from the giant teenager's focus as two of the largest orderlies managed to restrain the bully before he could snap out of his fear induced trance.

"What's the matter fat boy? Cat got your tongue, or did I just tell everyone your big secret?" she laughed cruelly as Ozzy was removed from the cafeteria no doubt to be put in Isolation for at least an hour.

Without another word, Elektra made her way back to her seat, not in the least bothered by the stares from the other patients. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of Stephanie who squeaked and turned back to her tray causing a smirk to curl to the blue eyed girl's lips. But just as quickly as it arrived, the formidable ice blue hue darkened into a dark green and the expression went from defiant to timid, Alana was back again.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" she whispered over to Carlos whose own expression was wide eyed and full of surprise. "What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything, don't worry about it Ally," Carlos said after clearing his throat, granted this was far more tame than her first interaction with Ozzy, but it gave him chills nonetheless.

Biting her lip the timid girl looked around the cafeteria and noticed that everyone had finally gotten back to their food and previous conversations as if nothing had happened. Sighing internally, she went back to her own food, hoping that Elektra was done making her appearances for the day.

"Kendall, you couldn't expect to keep this a secret. You could end up killing yourself!" Logan shouted as he tried to reason with the blond who looked ready to snap his neck. "I'm trying to help you."

Gulping, he took a step back not entirely sure if his roommate would stay calm for very long.

"That doesn't make it okay for you to go through my stuff!" the blond snarled, his green eyes dark as his hands clenched into fist by his side, he was furious that the shorter boy had found the blade he'd been hiding and the small mound of pills he'd managed to hide along with the sharp object.

"You know I had to, I didn't want you to get hurt," the dark haired boy said softly, his eyes quickly looking to the open doorway and heaved a sigh of relief at the two orderlies that had entered the room. 'Finally, any second and he would have killed me… or tried to.'

"Hurt, you don't want me to get hurt?" Kendall growled, lunging for the brown haired boy, but was quickly grabbed by one of the large men who had been standing behind him. "I should kill you! You little… get off me!"

He struggled under the tight grip of the orderly, kicking, screaming, scratching and biting at the man while the other tried to inject him with a sedative.

"Let me go!" he screamed, his legs kicking wildly as he thrashed around. "Let me go!"

Wild green eyes locked onto the other male nurse and kicked him in the face roughly, easily breaking his jaw and sent blood spilling from the man's mouth. A delirious laugh left Kendall's mouth at the sight of the red liquid covering the white uniform, his anger at Logan forgotten for a fleeting moment. Finally, the orderly holding onto him got the cackling blond out of the room, the other man still holding onto his bleeding mouth, leaving behind a near hyperventilating Logan and a stunned Mercedes-who'd finally come out of her medicated stupor- and a terrified Alana.

"What do you think they're going to do to him?" Mercedes asked as she gripped onto her roommate's shoulders.

"I don't know, I never knew he could get that mad," Alana bit her lip, a gnawing feeling filling her gut as the door to their room finally closed. "Do you think Logan's okay?"

"Yeah, I think he'll be fine. Kendall might not be though," the blond girl replied quickly going back under the covers of her bed. "Try to get some sleep, okay."

Nodding her head, the shorter girl got back into her own bed, wondering how she would be able to sleep with the howling screams of Kendall filling her head.

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