After her shower, Shay pulled her hair into a messy bun and put on shorts and an oversized tee shirt. She didn't have the energy to make herself presentable, just enough to dab some concealer onto the visible bruises on her chest and neck. She was still shaken up by events of that morning but she couldn't let her roommates think she was weak; that she was just a kid. She reluctantly went downstairs to the kitchen, relieved when no one was there. She opened the fridge, scanning all the containers and cartons before deciding she didn't have an appetite and decided to work on her homework instead.

A couple hours later, Charlie entered Graceland after an afternoon trying to coax information out of druggies down Santa Monica. As she entered, she was confused to hear show tunes blasting. On the couch, Shay was slumped over, surrounded by a pile of papers and her laptop. Charlie immediately understood. She took Shay's computer and turned off the music, as well as picking up the piles of papers, and covering Shay with a blanket before heading to the kitchen for a snack. She was sitting in the kitchen, going over some files when she heard mumbling from the living room. Walking into the living room, Charlie saw Shay, still asleep, with a furrowed brow, tossing and turning. "No-" she mumbled, "Don't wanna….. let mm go…" She said through a mumbled voice. Charlie worried about the young girl, crouched down by Shay, shaking her awake.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, it's just me." She said when Shay awoke, staring at Charlie, eyes wide and filling with tears. "Are you okay hun?" Charlie asked gently, as Shay swung her feet off the side of the couch, sitting hunched over, Charlie sat next to her, rubbing a hand maternally up and down her back.

"I- I'm fine," Shay replied sternly. "I have to finish some homework…" With that, she walked away, ignoring Charlie's protest.

Something was wrong with the kid, that much was evident. Charlie knew she had to figure out what.

"Briggs," Charlie called from his spot across the kitchen, gesturing him to come closer.

"What's up, Chuck?" He asked, cheerfully.

"I'm worried about the kid. JT, and Paige, and Mike all said she was acting weird this morning, distant; and this afternoon, I came home and she was asleep on the couch, surrounded by homework. I left her to sleep and she started having a nightmare, tossing and turning, and mumbling. I couldn't quite make it out but it sounded like she said 'No' and 'Let me go'. What if something happened to her." Charlie was consumed with worry as she rambled.

"Shhh." Paul pulled her into a hug, "I'm sure everything is fine, she's probably just homesick, but I'll talk to her. Is she here?"

"Yeah, in her room, last time I checked," Charlie said.

"Okay, mama bear." Paul placed a kiss on the top of her head, before leaving to talk to Shay. He was worried, but he couldn't let Charlie know that. He had already started to feel Shay was like a daughter to him. He thought that of all the agents in the house, he felt protective of them, but Shay even more so. Maybe it was because she was so young, he didn't want her getting hurt so early in life. He knocked on Shay's door before opening it and sticking just his head in. Shay was sitting in her bed, one earbud in. She was staring off into space, he didn't think she even heard him knock. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, breaking her trance.

"Sure," Shay said in a dull voice, not making eye contact with him. He walked into the room and sat on the bed next to her.

"What's going on, Pecas?" He asked, looking her in the eyes. She made eye contact for a moment before turning to look down at her nail, which she was nervously playing with.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She mumbled.

"Bullshit. There is something up and I want to know what it is now. The entire house is worried about you. I wanna know what's up." Paul searched for any signs that she was responding to his coaxing, she was seemingly emotionless.

"I'm fine. Please leave me alone so I can figure out how I'm going to get Alberts and his merry band of Pervs." Shay snapped, a coldness in her voice that had never before been in it when talking about her case.

Frustrated, Briggs though about the time Paige had driven herself to the hospital with a finger barely connected to her hand after she had tried to surprise the house by making them all dinner when she'd just arrived. When asked why she didn't just call one of them, she said she was new and she didn't want them to think she was weak and stupid. With this in mind, he tried a new approach; "Pecas, every single person in this house is already hopelessly in love with you. I told you we're a family. It only took a few days, and now you're stuck with us. The thing about family, though, is we take care of our own. It doesn't matter what they did or what happened, we look out for them. We never see them as weak or incapable. We help them and make sure they're okay." He looked over to Shay, she was still looking down at her hands, but this time, they were wet, tears streamed down her face. Briggs immediately pulled her into a protective embrace. "It'll be okay," He repeated to her until she calmed enough to talk to him.

As Shay pulled out of the hug, she noticed the big wet spot on his shirt from her tears. "Sorry…" She said with a bit of a smile.

"You feeling up to a little conversation?" Briggs asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I guess."

"What happened, kid?" Briggs asked, desperate for answers.

Shay grabbed a file from her bedside table and opened it, showing Briggs a picture. "Marc Arnolds," She said, gesturing to the picture, "Owner of Xposed, gentlemen's club, and the primary suspect of an underaged prostitution ring." She turned to another picture, "Aaron West, manager of Xposed, where I have been waitressing for only two weeks. I had been trying to get on West's side from the moment I walked in the door. He looks me up and down every time he sees me. He's disgusting." Shay said with a cringe, "I was working the night shift yesterday, and I was exhausted. Arnolds wasn't coming in and nothing was going on, so I asked West if I could get off a bit early." Shay gulped, looking up at Briggs' brown eyes, concern heavy in them. She continued, "I made up some bullshit story about having to get to my other job, acting nervous and shy, he likes that. He offered me a job in the ring. He didn't say it like that, but it was pretty clear that's what he was doing." Shay explained, "So I played hard to get, saying that I couldn't do that because I've never done it. He oh so kindly offered to be my first…" her words began to get mumbled as she became more and more uncomfortable, Briggs sensed this and put a hand on her arm.

"It's okay, kid. Take your time," he reassured.

"I say no, knowing I need to find a way in without fucking the club manager, and turn to leave. But he pulls me back and-" her eyes welled up with tears and she couldn't choke out the rest of her words.

"Shhhhh, kid. It's okay. It'll be alright, I promise. You will be fine." Briggs said, pulling her against his chest. He was filled with rage, the first chance he got, he was gonna teach this Aaron West not to mess with his family; but he had to stay calm in front of Shay. "Why don't you come down and Chuck and I can make you something to eat?" Briggs encouraged, guessing she hadn't eaten yet today.

"Okay." She choked out. Briggs looked her in the eye, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"It will be okay, Pecas. I promise."