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Amy POV

March 21st

It was little after 8PM, when I was walking our lawyer Thomas Sanders towards the front doors. He was going to help us with the Liam case. I met Thomas, when I worked in my previous precinct. It was through my job. We have known each other for quite some while. It has been at least 6 years.

"Call me, when you and Callie decide, what you want to do," Thomas said following me down the hallway

"I will. Thank you for everything," I replied as I took two quick steps, so I would reach the front doors first and could open them for him. He walked to the doorway and turned around. Thomas took his briefcase in his left hand.

"Look, I know it wasn't what you wanted to hear, but..." He gestured with his free hand a little, showing his frustration "There isn't much I can do. The case, it's not-"

"Thomas, you don't have to explain. I understand," I interrupted him and let him know I understand the situation compleltly "It's a case - she said, he said. There's no evidence. There are no witnesses. Liam doesn't have a record, but Callie has. She attacked him with a bat, injured him and damaged his car. It has been 7 months. I get it."

"Your daughter probably isn't as understanding," he said sadly as he glanced towards the stairs, where Callie had run off to furious after our meeting was over

"I'm going to talk to her. We will be okay," I assured him with a sad smile

"I'm not asking her to lie. I was just explaining to her the options she had," Thomas explained as he glanced back to me

"I know. You were doing your job," I touched his upper arm gently "It's okay. Don't worry about it,"

Thomas sighed heavily and looked to his watch on his right wrist. He pulled his face in grimace, when he saw how later it was. He lowered his arm down "I have to go. Let me know, what you decide,"

"Of course," I replied "And sorry for keeping you so late after your work hours,"

"It's all right. I'll see you later," He said before he walked out to the porch. I watched Thomas walk out to the street, to his car. When he got in his car, I shut the front doors close and closed them.

I take a deep breath in and exhale loudly as I turned around and looked at the stairs.

When I ascended the stairs, I was surprised that I found the doors to Callie's bedroom wide open. Through the open doors, I saw Callie laying on her bed on her left side. Her back was turned to the doors, she was facing the wall. Callie was under the blanket, it was up to her shoulders. By the shape of the heap of the blanket it looked like her legs were pulled up close to her chest.

Sadness took over me as I watched the girl. It was then, when I heard a small sniff. She moved underneath the blanket, by the looks- just her arm, to wipe her nose.

I took two steps closer and stood in the doorway "May I come in, honey?" I asked her, before I crossed the doorstep. I would completely understand if she wanted to be alone for a while to process the news that the lawyer told her. I would respect that and leave her alone for some while, only to check up on her some half and hour later.

"Yes," came a small voice from the bed

When I was up to her bed, I sat down on my knees. I was leaned on the bed, my arms were crossed to my chest, but my elbows pressed to the side of the bed. I didn't say anything. For a while I simply watched the back of her head, wondering what the girl might be feeling right now.

Being told that one one would believe her, if she told the truth – that Liam forced her to have sex-, must feel like a slap to your face or worse, someone just laughing right in your face while you are down on the ground. Being told that Liam might go to jail up to a year for statutory rape, if Callie would lie and say that the sex was consensual – was worse.

Callie rollled on her other side and to see me closely face-to-face.

There was a mix of disappointment, anger and sadness in her eyes. I was a little surprised that she showed that wide rage of emotions. It was no secret, Callie doesn't have faith in the system - not the CPS, not the justice system. Before the meeting, it looked like Callie didn't have her hopes up, but seeing her now, made me think otherwise.

"I know it sucks," I said in a hushed voice as I gazed to her eyes

"I should have know something like this would happen," Callie replied looking back at me "It was stupid of me to think that, just because I live with a cop, things would be different, turn out better for me," Callie stared to my eyes for a moment, before she turned her back on me as she mumbled to herself "How stupid of me! I know better..."

It felt like I got punched in my gut. Callie had just told me that she had faith in me, that I would make things better for her. I let her down. Not that I can had much say in anything about the Liam case. My hands are pretty much tied. For this case, I'm nothing more than a mother, who desperetly wants justice for what had been done to my kid.

Now I wonder, if she still felt that way. Will she ever trust me again? Will she ever come to me again? Will she ever put her faith in me and allow me to help her? Or did she just gave up on me?

"Callie, I'm doing everything that I can! Trust me, when I say, that I want Liam put away just as much as you do,"

"Well, that's never going to happen!" Callie muttered back in a flat, cold tone "Doesn't matter if I tell the truth - no one would believe anyway!"

"I believe you!" I stressed out. When Callie didn't answer, I decided to make a very bold move.

I got up from my knees and laid down on the bed behind Callie. I wrapped my right arm over Callie and pulled myself a bit closer to her back. Bent my knees a bit, to match Callie's pose underneath the blanket. She didn't pull away, she didn't flinch from my touch, her body didn't stiffen. Callie allowed me to cuddle up to her.

"No matter what you decide about the trail, I'm going to support you. I have your back. No matter what happens, I'm not going to leave you. You are not alone," I kissed her temple and then laid my head down on the very corner of the pillow.

Not long after, I heard Callie's breathing even out - a sign that she had fallen asleep. It wasn't long till I drifted asleep as well.

~o~o~o~

I was woken up, by Callie mumbling in her sleep "...we can't..."

Her voice was very quiet, but it sounded like she was in distress, she sounded frantic. Whatever dream she had, it was not a happy, peaceful dream. No, this was different. Callie was most likely reliving an event from her life or having a nightmare about it.

"...I don't want to..." Callie muttered in her sleep in small voice few seconds later. This time, it was so quiet I barely heard it and so indistinct, I barely understood what she had said.

I raised my head up from the pillow to look at the young girl by my side. I reached over to the nightstand and switched on the light, so I would see her in the dark.

Callie shook her head, shifted in the bed by extending and bending her legs back and forth. Callie started to become restless. I saw that her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Some of her hair was stuck to her forehead. She started to pull grimaces, when she moved her head around, like she was trying to turn away from someone.

"….Liam...don't!" her voice got a bit louder, she sounded more desperate. I doubt I would hear her from my room, if all the doors would be closed. Callie started to toss and turn in the bed.

"Callie!" I sat up in the bed and touched her shoulder. The shirt she was wearing was drenched in her sweat and it was stuck to her skin.

"Wake up, honey," I shook her shoulder softly, trying to wake her up from the nightmare she was having

"...please, no!..." sounded like she was on the edge of tears. She was begging him to stop.

"Callie, wake up, love! Open your eyes!" I said a bit louder as I ran my fingers softly over her hair

I'm not sure if it was my voice that woke her up or my touch, or did she woke up from her nightmare on her own, but Callie was wide awake now. Callie's eyes snapped open and she took in a sharp breath. Her eyes were darting around, her breathing was heavy. I think I heard her heart beating fast and loud in her chest.

"Shh, shh, you are safe," I soothed her as I continued to run my hand over her hair "It's okay, honey! You are safe!"

She turned on her back and ran her hands over her face "I'm fine!" she told me, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal

"Mm-hmm," I hummed back as I continued to observe the girl and stroke her hair gently

"It was just a bad dream," Callie retorted and pushed my hand away from head, with which I was stroking her hair

"About Liam, about that night!" I added softly, not taking any offense in her actions before. Her look snapped to me. I saw a glimpse of worry in her eyes.

"You spoke in your sleep, honey," I explained softly as I got off the bed

"It's nothing. No big deal," Callie brushed it off, when I looked back down to her

"I'll be right back," I tell her before I turn around and leave the room

I walk downstairs and get a glass of cold water for her. When in kitchen, I grabbed a glass and filled it with cold, refreshing water. On my way back to her room, I stop by the bathroom. I take one of the smallest towels that we had, opened the tap in the sink and got corner of the towel wet. Squeezed out the water, so that it doesn't drip and isn't too wet. When I enter her bedroom, I saw that Callie was sitting up, her back against the wall. With the towel over my shoulder and glass in my left, I walked over to the dresser. I pull open the third to top drawer and get out one of her t-shirts.

"What are you doing?" Callie asked me as she watched my every move closely. I place the towel and the clean shirt on the nightstand as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Here, drink some," I handed her the glass "It's just water, honey!" I explained, when she eyed the object in my hand suspiciously

Callie took the glass out of my hand and raised it up to her lips. She took few gulps of it, but stopped, when I reached for the towel. I moved my hand and the towel closer to her face slowly. Callie flinched a little, when the barely wet corner of the towel touched her temple. Once her forehead no longer was covered in the cold sweat, I ran the towel to her clavicle that was exposed by the shirts collar.

"Feel better?" I asked running the towel over to the back of her neck. She nodded her head back, without taking her eyes off me. Callie seemed very stiff. She was gripping the glass tightly in her right hand.

"Have you had nightmares about him, about that night before?" Callie answered by nodding her head few times

"When did they start?" I asked gently, when I took the towel away from her skin and placed it in my lap. I had assumed that the nightmares had resurfaced, because she told me about him.

"They never stopped," Callie admitted in emotionless tone, while staring right to my eyes. A hush fell over the room.

I was the first one to move, first one to break the eye contact, first to make a sound.

I reached to the nightstand and placed the towel on it. Turning back to Callie, I reached for the glass in her hand. She handed it to me willingly.

"I got a clean shirt for you," I told her, when I grabbed it and spread it on my lap "Lets get this one off," I reached for the hem of her shirt

Before my fingers could touch the fabric, my left hand was gripped by Callie's. She stopped me from reaching to her shirt. Holding my wrist tightly and firmly in her hand, she glared at me asking me with her eyes – what the hell am I doing?

Instantly I pulled my hand back, understanding my mistake. I knew Callie was self-conscious about her body and she didn't feel comfortable with me seeing her naked. That and her trauma, made for good reason, why my action had been wrong and why she stopped me. I scolded myself for not thinking about it before.

"Sorry!" I replied, Callie eyed me closely, watching my every move

I turned my head and looked out to the hallway "I'm not looking. I won't look!"

I heard and felt the movement as Callie quickly changed the shirts.

"Done," Callie let me know, so I would know that I can look back at her. Her features had softened. She was no longer glaring at me.

"I will take that," I reached for the wet shirt she was holding "Drink some more water," I suggested nodding towards the glass

After I stood up, I picked up the towel from the nightstand. I was planning to take the shirt and towel to the bathroom and then return. But when I turned to walk out of the room, Callie gripped my wrist again. This time a lot more softer. I glanced back to her, wondering why she did it. She was looking up to me with her big, brown eyes, looking desperately at me.

"Stay," Callie whispered out gazing up to me

She didn't have to ask again. Without saying anything, I dropped the towel and the shirt down, and climbed back in the bed. I kissed her forhead and I wrapped my arm protectivly around her, when she snuggled up to me.