Stef POV

Diaz was driving, which meant that I could fully be lost in my thoughts. I had very mixed feelings about this. Jane Doe meant there was an unidentified female. She could be either dead or alive. Which we won't know until we get there. If this Jane Doe was alive and it really was Callie, I couldn't stop worry and wonder why hasn't she given her name to the doctor or at least give someone Jude's name so he could be informed of her condition? The way Bill described the young girl, made me think that Callie was a fighter. I pictured how she could try and get out of the hospital bed to try to find Jude on her own.

The next options of course was much sadder. When we arrive there, we could be lead to an emergency room or hospital morgue, where a cold body would be lying on a table covered in only a white sheet, that covers her fatal injuries and the results of the doctors and nurses desperate effort to try and save her. The only thing left for us would be to identify a body. Later on ask Jude for final identification. I could already picture in my mind, how the boy would break down, seeing his sisters cold body.

The worst case scenario would be if Callie was brain dead. That would mean that Jude would have to decided whether or not to pull the plug on his sister, donate her organs. Those decisions hard even on the strongest, resilient grown ups. I'm not sure how Jude could go through something like that.

Until I get there and see her for myself, I have no way of knowing how bad it is. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait much longer. We had arrived to the hospital.

"We don't even know if it's her, Stef," Diaz told me as we pulled in the parking lot. He must have noticed how anxious and worried I was during the whole ride. I barely said a single word to him during this half an hour drive. Mostly, I had just stared out of the side window.

"Yeah," I mumbled back keeping my eyes on the hospital

Diaz found a spot to park. As we got out of the car, Diaz and I looked around "The Vons mall is not far from here," He pointed to the direction "Maybe 5 minute drive that way,"

I placed my hands on my belt "Isn't Sharp Mesa Vista Hospital closer to Normal Heights?" I asked curious, not sure if Diaz had the answered I was looking for

"Not sure," He replied as we both closed the car doors "Maybe a little," I waited till Diaz walked around the car and then we both started to walk towards the hospital

The hospital was pretty busy. The waiting room was filled with patients. Gurneys and wheelchairs were pushed around empty and with patients in them. It was loud in there, lots of talking, coughing, sneezing, complaining, kids crying, phones ringing.

We walked up to the front desk. A young woman in light green scrubs was sitting behind the desk. While was sitting at the desk, it wasn't like she didn't look busy. She handed chart to a doctor, who had just walked up, but then the phone rang and we had to wait till she answered the call.

"Hi!" I spoke up, when the nurse put the phone down and glanced to me

"Hello, officers. How may I help you?" the nurse spoke fast and did three quick clicks on the mouse pad. After that she situated her hands on the keyboard, ready to type in a name.

"We are here about the Jane Doe that matched the missing report of Callie Quinn Jacob," I said pressing my forearms on the counter

The nurse reached to one end of the desk and went over some files. Probably looking for the missing person report that was mailed over to each and every hospital.

"Just a sec," she returned back to the computer and typed something in "I will get the doctor," nurse said before walking away

We had to wait for few minutes before a doctor, middle aged female with light, shoulder length hair walked up. The white coat had the name Dr. Rose on. She was shorter than me. The nurse, with whom we spoke before, sat back at the desk and talked to some civilian that had come up.

"I was told you are here about the Jane Doe?" the doctor asked looking between Diaz and me

"Yes," I confirmed "I'm officer Adams Foster, this is my partner Devon Diaz," I did the introductions as we shook hands "We sent the missing person report,"

"Follow me please," She said turning to walk down the hall. Diaz and I both followed her close behind.

"When was she brought in?" Diaz asked as we walked down the corridor

"Yesterday. Early evening. Around 4 PM," she replied briefly looking over her shoulder

"Do you know where she was picked up?" I asked a follow up question

"I'm sorry, I don't have that sort of information. But you can ask the paramedics Henry Rogers and Erin Bewin for more detail about where she was found. The nurses can get you their information,"

"Okay, thank you," I glanced to Diaz, who opened up a notepad and took a pen out of his shirt front pocket "We will talk to them later," Diaz said writing down their names

"In what state she was, when she was brought in?" I continued on with the questions

"Unconscious," Dr. Rose explained

"We will need to have a look at her belongings," I informed the doctor, when we turned in the hallway

"She didn't have any," Dr. Rose explained glancing to me briefly "There's no ID, no phone, no wallet, no purse, no backpack, no jewelry. There are only the clothes she was brought in, but those were cut off, afters she was brought in emergency room,"

"We will want to see the clothes then," Diaz said, when we we stepped to the side, letting doctors and a gurney with a patient on pass us

"Okay, I will ask the nurses to get you her personal items,"

"Is she awake?" I asked, when we resumed walking

"Barely," Dr. Rose said simply, looking back to us "She woke up briefly..." Dr. Rose raised her right hand up and looked at her watch "4 hours and 28 minutes ago, but she wasn't able to tell us anything,"

"She was brought in yesterday, but she woke up only 4 hours ago?" I questioned getting slightly more worried about the females state

"After she was brought in, she was taken to surgery. Around 6 AM this morning we had to take her back into surgery, because of complications," Dr. Rose explained

"How bad is it?"

"She has taken quite the beating. Multiple broken bones, she required 14 stitches in total, internal bleeding, bruises covering her whole body," Dr. Rose said as we turned in a hallway again. Once we were walking down the new hallway "She's in room 103," Dr. Rose gestured to the hallway ahead. I glanced to the room numbers on the wall. Right at the moment we were at the room 107. We stopped in the hallway outside the room 103 outside shortly. I was preparing myself as to what we are going to see.

Dr. Rose reached for the door handle and opened the doors "Officers," She held the doors open

Diaz waited till I moved from my spot. He walked in the room last, after the doctor and me. A nurse was inside the room, changing the fluid bags. Diaz stopped at the end of the bed, but I walked up to the side of the bed, next to Dr. Rose.

A young woman was laying in the bed. The head of the bed was elevated slightly, maybe 20 degrees. She had oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, there was the blood pressure cuff around her upper left arm. Her right arm was in sling. Wires went under her gown, IV line in her hand. There was sweat on her forehead and her skin on the exposed collar bone, chest region.

"It's pretty hard to see the resemblance from the picture because of her swollen eye, bruises and stitches on her cheek. But she's about the age, height as the girl in the missing persons poster. Hair and eye color matches as well," she said looking down to the young female in the hospital bed. The girls face was bruised up. Her left eye was swollen shut. I counted 6 stitches on her left cheek bone. Her lip was slip as well. It looked like her chin was scratched, at asphalt most likely.

Dr. Rose gently moved the patients hair away from her forehead, which revealed a small scar, just like Jude had described. About inch long, in the middle of her forehead. Quite faded.

"She has the cigarette burns on her arm," Dr. Rose nodded to the nurse on the other side of the bed. She gently moved her arm a little. Carefully I leaned over the bed to have a better look. I could see the three cigarette burns on her inner elbow, forearm.

"And the circular scar on the her side," Dr. Rose moved the blanket lower a little bit and moved her gown only enough for me to see that the scar on the torso matched as well. It was enough for me to see that her body underneath the gown was covered in bruises as well.

I looked over to Diaz. Letting out a deep sigh I looked back to the girl in the bed and watched how her chest was slowly raising and lowering. At least she was breathing on her own.

"That's her," I took a small step back, pressing my hands on my hips and looking down to the floor. I shook my head a little and ran my right hand over my face. Finding the girl in this state – it was harder than I thought it would be. I have seen victims in similar state before, but never have it me so hard.

"That's Callie Jacob," I said with heavy heart as looked up to the girl in the hospital bed. I was happy that we found her and that she was alive, but someone had done a number on her and it was hard to look at. Just imagining the pain she was in.

"Does she has any family?" Dr. Rose asked us "She's going to need a lot of help while she recovers,"

"Younger brother," I replied without taking my eyes of the girl, thinking about how will Jude take seeing his sister like this. I felt tears whelm up in my eyes.

"Officer?" Dr. Ross asked noticing how hard I was taking the sight and the condition of the young girl

I pulled my phone out and walked out to the hallway to make the call. When I was out of the room in the hallway, with my phone up to my ear, I heard Diaz explain to the doctor "She's fostering the girls brother. Callie was her younger brother legal guardian..."

The phone rang three times before Lena picked up "Hi, babe!" she said cheerfully, when I leaned at the wall

When I didn't reply at first, I heard Lena get more concern "Stef?"

"We found her," I said in a whisper closing my eyes and leaning my head back "She's alive. Hurt, but alive!"