Wes could have sworn she was right next to him when he went to go talk to his History teacher. He could have sworn she felt her body next to him, felt her presence, but when he turned around, she wasn't there. He hadn't felt her presence, and he'd lost track of the one person that needed him the most right now. His heart began to beat rapidly as he called out her name, "Phe!?"
No response. He began to panic. Wes began pushing passed people down the hall, banging into the wall, into people, causing shorter or smaller kids to fall. He didn't apologize. He didn't care. Ophelia never would have left his side today, not after what happened with Kyle. He began to ponder on the places someone could have dragged her off to. Maybe the bathroom, a classroom? His eyes surveyed the hall. The school was too big, and he didn't know where she was. He'd failed her, at least that's what he was telling himself.
Amanda was picking through files, trying to get rid of the last bit of paperwork left over from her last case so she could get on her laptop to pin something on the bastard that hurt her baby. But the paperwork was taking ages, and it was frustrating the hell out of her. She tugged on her blond hair a bit before letting out a low groan. She slammed her back into the seat, and rubbed her tired eyes. She wasn't sure how she was going to make it through the day this exhausted, and this worried sick about her oldest baby.
Little did she know, she would have quite the wakeup call. Because Wes came running in with a sobbing Ophelia in his arms, he himself was crying as well, and he surveyed the room. Then he spotted Amanda. He'd never seen her before, although the uncanny resemblance between her and Ophelia clicked, and he took his chances. He walked up to her. "Ms. Rollins?"
Amanda looked up, and her eyes widened. "Oh my G-d. What happened?"
"I-I don't know." He cried.
Olivia came storming out of the office to figure out what the sound was. The rest of the detectives got on their feet to listen to what was going on.
"Are you Wes?" She asked softly.
"Yes," He nodded. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Rollins, it's all my fault. I left her out of my sight for a second, and she was gone and then- and then-" he burst out into more cries.
"Hey, baby," Amanda muttered softly to her daughter, and touched her leg. Ophelia flinched, and grasped onto Wes even tighter. Amanda's heart tore. "Wes, can you take a deep breath, try to calm down, and tell us what happened."
He tried to man up, and sniffled, but the tears continued to stream. "I-I went to talk to my history teacher about the test we're having tomorrow. She was next to me...she was...and then when I turned she was gone. I knew she didn't leave on her own, she wouldn't-she wouldn't do that. It took me twenty minutes to find her." His cries were louder now. "She was i-in the guys shower room, against one of the stalls...they-they'd taken off her clothes and...and... oh G-d."
Olivia gulped. "Amanda, we need to take her to the hospital."
The blond's eyes filled with tears, a shaky hand covering her mouth.
"I got her dressed, and I ran her here." He mumbled. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Hey, kid, it's not your fault." Carisi patted his shoulder. "It's the bastards that did this to her. You did good, you took her to her mom, you should be proud."
Wes wasn't listening, though. He was still visibly upset. "Phe, we need to go to the hospital. Can you do that?"
"You're not allowed to go." She said firmly. "You're not allowed to leave."
"I wont." He shook his head. "I wont leave your side again, Phe."
She sniffled, wiping her cheeks on his shirt, and gave not another word.
"I'll drive them." Olivia said softly to Amanda. "It's going to be okay. You call her dad, and meet us at Mercy, okay?"
Amanda gave no vocal response, but nodded as an indication that she'd heard the older womans then turned to Carisi, "Take her. She shouldn't be driving right now."
Carisi gave a nod, grabbed his jacket, and slid it on. He then grabbed Amanda's, helped her get it on, and helped her get out the door.