Amy POV

We are at the cemetery in about 20 minutes. When we get out of the car, I get straight to business, get in my cop mode instantly. I already have a plan in my head.

"Go get the cemetery manager in the office building. Meet me at you moms grave after, with the manager."

"What will you do?" she asks me walking around the car to the front "I will go take photos and call it in and—" but I was stopped half sentence when we both saw another car park just next to ours. The black SUV we both know so well.

Stef got out looking like she was also in her cop mode. Lena looked more worried, my guess she was more worried about the two kids, than the actually vandalism. The two woman walk straight up to us. Stef ,like I thought, got straight to the cop thing too "Did you call it in?"

"No, we just arrived. I was about to go and take pictures, Callie was going to get the cemetery manager. She said other graves around were disturbed too" I reply back to Stef

Lena was up to Callie, the two woman were talking quietly. Mostly Lena was talking and Callie was just nodding back, looking to ground but her features still told me she was upset about this whole thing. She probably in some weird way blaming herself. Somehow, Callie was really good at that. Lena was softly rubbing Callie's upper arm as she spoke, it seemed to calm Callie down a little.

"I will get the manager" Stef says and grabs my attention as I was looking over at Callie and Lena before. I look up to Stef "Go take the photos. We will meet up at the grave" she said and walked off to the office building, after I nod back in agreement.

I fiddle the phone in my hands for few seconds looking at Callie and Lena again. Even thou Callie had gotten in some trouble with Lena few days back and got a maybe too harsh reality check from her, she still very much respected her and looked up to the woman. Lena was very educated, with manners and could be very stern but she was also very caring and loving person, who was good with words and knew exactly what to tell people, it also means Lena knows when to just shut up and listen. She is also very sympathetic with people, especially when it comes to kids. And right now, even thou Callie wasn't her kid, she was giving Callie the support and care that she needed.

Callie doesn't look up when Stef walks away but Lena does "We will meet you up there" she says to me, basically saying to me that she will look out for her "Thanks" I mouth to her before turning and walking in the cemetery territory.

5 minutes later I am standing there, taking pictures of the damage done not only to Colleen Jacob grave but the others too. Her grave, compared to others, was just touched lightly on, other graves and headstones looked even worse. Some had spray color sprayed on, vases ,where flowers were in before, where shattered, flowers were kicked all around, stomped on, some broken beer bottles were around the ground too. The ground on the grave was disturbed to one grave, like someone with shovel had dig few times in. The headstones were scratched with something. It looked ugly.

After the pictures are taken, I call it in. Too bad I won't be able to investigate this myself. I would just love to look in the eyes whoever did. These kinds of things just make me so angry. I don't understand how another human being can do something like this. It was just wrong.

By the time I end the phone call, Stef and the cemetery manager walks up. He looks horrified by what he sees. He grabs his head by his hands and walks around the few graves, looking at the damage done.

"Ah, man…who would DO this! Who in their sick minds would do this!" he says walking around, then pulls his phone out and calls the secretary in the office, giving all other people names, so she could call the families and inform them.

Stef is looking at Colleen's grave "Don't get me wrong, it is bad, but her grave still looks good, compared to…" she gestures to the next one, who had the spray paint on, along with the scratches on it, glass shards were all around it, it was the grave that had the ground disturbed.

"Yeah…just don't tell that to Callie or Jude" I say back "Any thoughts?" Stef asks me when she turns back to me

"Well, there are shattered beer bottles, my guess would be that some teenagers came here to get some alone drinking, then decided to 'have fun' and well….this is the result"

"Just like that they would have a shovel with them, to dig up the grave? What would they have used to damage the headstones? Tier iron, the shovel? It had to be something metal. And spray pain?" She has some good arguments

"Good point. It was probably pre-planned "I look around and walk to the most damaged grave "I would guess this is the lucky one"

"My thoughts exactly" Stef agrees walking up to it too "Someone was clearly mad and took it out on a dead guy. Harold Perry" Stef read off the headstone

"It has been 8 years – died 2006. That's long time for someone to hold a grudge to him" I conclude, then I look to Stef who stood next to me "you know that we won't be allowed to investigate this, right?"

"Yes, I am aware, but I am crossing my fingers that we could at least bring whoever did this in." She says as I look back to the path down the small hill and see Callie and Lena walking up. Lena still has her hand gently rested on her shoulder. They walked up to the grave "Look at this…it is ruined!"

"Cal, I will fix this! It will look good as new, I promise you" I say from the other grave as I heard her loud and clear

"Listen to your mom, Callie" Lena says back to her rubbing her shoulder "We-" she emphasize the word and shots me a quick look, telling me that there is no- I - in this "-will fix this. You know two cops, you think whoever did will get away from those two?" Lena then asks her then looks over to me and Stef. Callie looks to me and Stef, then back to Lena "Not a chance"

Stef POV

2 days later

Wind was hitting my face sharply as I was running down the street, full speed. I was passing people who were walking slowly on the sidewalk. He had pushed some older lady aside as he tried to pass her. He took a 90 degree sharp turn to left in the intersection. Before I make it to there I radio it in to Amy "Suspect tuned left on 25th street! Going to J street!" He pushed a trash can in front of me, I jumped over it successfully and kept going in pursuit. I was just few steps behind him, he was bumping into people who were walking slowly, it was slowing him down. I will catch up to him soon.

"POLICE STOP!" I call once again, but he just keeps running. My gun was in my right hand as I had pulled it on him before. My breathing was getting heavier and heavier, but I had no intention of letting this bastard get away. I heard the sirens in the air, Amy stops the car in the next intersection. She jumps out of it and runs towards him

Then when he tried to run across the street Amy tackled him hard in the middle of the street as the traffic had stopped as soon as she stopped the car in the intersection. She did quite a jump on him. It even hurt to just look at the tackle. I run up and keep the kid down. When I was putting handcuffs on him, Amy was dusting off her pants and shirt, cracks her neck as she stands up.

"LET ME GO! I DIDN'T DO NOTHING!" he was struggling, trying to get out of my hold "Yeah? Then why did you run?" I ask putting the handcuff on his left hand securing them, trying to get him off the street as fast as I could.

"You were chasing me!" Amy from behind me gives out a chuckle "Get up" I say pulling him up on his feet. I start to read his rights as we get him back to the car. We sit the kid in and radio it in to the station, that we caught him and we are bringing him in.

10 minutes later he is in station, in holding. We processed him and now he just needs to sit on his ass and waits till the detectives deal with him.

"Amy you know I can't allow you to do that!" Captain was saying to Amy as I was signing the papers

"Oh, come on, Captain! You know I could break him. He is already scared of me, ask Stef!" Captain Roberts looked to me "He is Captain. Acts thought, but is scared like a baby" I say and hand the officer behind the desk the paper I just signed.

Captain turns back to Amy as I walk up to her too "They always are. But you are not going to Amy, neither are you Stef, so don't even try to ask! You were the one who called it in the first place. You can't interrogate the suspect that is responsible for something YOU TWO called in! You already located him, arrested him and got him to the station. That's all you can do, all I will allow you to do. Detective Harrison and Allen will take it from here!"

"Just let me talk to him for one-" Amy was still trying hard to get some one on one time with him.

"NO" Captain said sternly "Go grab your lunch and after your lunch - get back out there! Catch some more criminals, you two are good at that" she gives out orders, then just turns and walks away

"Yes ma'am" I said back to our Captain who was now walking away, as Amy just looked still pissed that she was not allowed to interrogate that guy.

"Hey" I push her softly back to the desk "Harrison will get him good. You know that. Probably will make him cry like a baby and will get him to give up on his friends too. You know how good Harrison is at interrogation" Amy just sucked in deep breath and then exhaled it "I just want to know why he did that"

"And we will" I give her one last soft push towards the desk. As I stop at my desk and grab my keys I say to her "I will go have lunch with Lena. Don't do anything stupid while I am gone"

"Yeah, yeah…." She mumbles back as she sits down at her desk.

Amy POV

My lunch, unlike Stef, was just simple sandwich, energy bar and bottle of water from the vending machine in our precinct. I had just sat down at my desk to open my lunch, when I saw Harrison take the guy in the interrogation room. Captain and Harrison's partner detective Allen went in the observation room.

I made my way over to the room, knocked and peaked my head inside. Captain shot me an unimpressed look, but Allen ,as he was reading the guys file, wasn't paying much attention to me

"I won't interfere. I just want to watch! Please?" I ask holding my lunch in my right, pressed to my stomach

"Fine, but not a word! If I hear a word from you- you will be out of here in matter of second" Captain says and turns to the window. I make my way in and sit on the table that was on opposite side of the window. I put my lunch down and start to quietly eat and watch the interrogation.

This guy was he was the main suspect. He was connected to this dead guy, through the living family. We believe the fingerprints we found on the bottle shards, will be a match to his. Also the one and only security camera that was turned to the cemetery entrance showed him and few other guys walking in and out of the cemetery 4 nights back. He was seen carrying a shovel, one was carrying a bag over a shoulder, but all of them were drinking a beer as they walked in. Mrs. Perry, the late wife of one of the dead guy who was buried there, recognized him when she we were shown the security video. So we got him, now we just need for him to admit it.

Harrison sits down and opens his file, he reads out "Adam Hill, 18. Been to Juvie 2 time for vandalism and damaging property. First off, are you sure you don't want your lawyer or dad in here?" Harrison makes sure "No" he snaps back at him, and that is when Harrison starts to drill this guy

Flashback –2011.08.28.

The girl was sitting by my desk, hands handcuffed. She kept her eyes down to the floor. Mike and her social worker had gone to do some paperwork.

I was now again looking to her file. She was only 14 but she looked much more older than any average 14 year old. 4 years in foster care, she had small misdemeanors in her file. She had two accounts of trying to steal some food from a shop, one attempt to steal Aspirin and some healing cream from a pharmacy. She has been mentioned in few other domestic disturbance cases, none of which went anywhere, meaning whoever was beating on someone, got away with it and she was either the victim or the witness.

I turned to her in my chair. Just the way her eyes were, the saddest eyes I have ever seen, told me that something else happened in the house. Something no one is talking about, something that was overlooked by the system. She didn't look like she was hurt herself, she was walking normally, breathing was normal too, no visible bruises, gashes or cuts.

"Sweetheart, please talk to me" she had gone completely silent from the moment I put handcuffs on her after I took the bat away from her" I want to help you, but I can't do that, if you are not talking to me."

Silence

"You said…you said that I should be arresting your foster brother – Liam" she tensed up even more when I said his name "Talk to me sweetheart, please. Did he do anything bad? Did he hurt you?" I ask gently and then waited, but she didn't even look up to me. She was picking her finger nails as she was staring down to the wooden floor. I sight as I again get nothing.

She is the hardest and toughest kid I have ever met on my job. And I have met plenty. I can't help but to compare all of them to Markus. Just imagining him being in the trouble that some of the kids, I have worked with, have been in, was scary. Ever since I had Markus, cases involving kids are harder than they were before. I take all of them personally. I just want to help them. But you can never help everyone. Also, not everyone want your help. But I don't think Callie is like that.

What she told me at the house, tells me she wants someone to help her. She just doesn't trust me, or worse, she doesn't the system to begin with, that we will be able to help her.

"Can you tell me why you damaged his car?" she finally lifted up her head. I finally saw her eyes. "You can tell me, sweetheart" I try to coax her to talk to me "whatever the reason was, if someone said something, hurt you, you can tell me. It's okay, you are safe here. The more I know, the more I can help you."

She opened her mouth to say something but Matt and her case worker walked up, which made her turn back to sitting in silence. She was about to tell me something, but these two and their timing. I cursed to myself because I was so close. She was finally about to tell me something after hours of silence.

David walks around to stand in front of her "Well, you did it Callie. You will now get to spend few months in Juvie, for sure. I hope that is what you wanted, because that is what you will get. I have no doubt the judge will see it that way."

David was in the courthouse, still talking to someone, as I just took Callie back to the squad car. The judge gave her 3 months in Juvenile detention. She was lucky. Usually just by attacking other human being, kids can get more time. But this was her first time getting violent and aggressive, that her former foster parents confirmed. Also she got the nicest judge she could possibly get. If she had any other judge, she would be serving more than 3 months for sure. Also she will be on one year probation when she will get out. She has a long road ahead of her.

I place my hand on her head to watch it so she doesn't bang her head when she gets in the car. She doesn't resist, she sits in the car on her own, I close the doors behind her. Then I make my way to front and get to the drivers seat. I turn on the radio, mostly for her. I don't mind the silence, but she will be walking around in blue jumpsuit and will be sleeping in a small cold cell. Listening to radio was just a nice gesture, that's it.

What I didn't expect was for her to speak up "What will happen to me after?" she asks me from the back. I lower the radio volume, and turn to look back to her

"I don't know" I say honestly "probably either group home or another foster home if Olmsted's don't want to take you back" and why would they, she hurt their son. She blinks back at me till her eyes drop to ground again.

The passenger doors open and David sits in. "We can go now" he says buckling up. I turn back to front and buckle up too, turn back the volume and drive off. Callie was silent all the way to the Juvie.

"Were you planning this all along, Callie?" David turned to her to look at her "Did you just look at me and thought, I will make his life a living nightmare!?" she doesn't say anything back, her head is down as I see in the rear view mirror

"It is like you look for trouble! Like you are drawn to it!" he continues and turns back to look out the front window "One foster home after another. No one is good enough for you! Everyone is…bad or whatever other word you find to them. You can't just suck it up like other kids do and not screw up ONE HOUSE! Do you think it is easy to find home for you? You are my hardest case ever! That I was given because your previous case worker just couldn't handle you. I am STUCK with you- "

"HEY, ENOUGH!" I was done with his whining "Don't you think she feels bad enough? You are a grown ass man, if you can't handle the job – QUIT…no one is asking for you to stay and act as the hero! Just leave the kid alone! She is the one going to Juvie, not you. You can go back to sleep in you king size bed and eat chips in the bed while you watch the game while she will be sleeping in 2 by 3 grey walled and cold cell. You should at least try to comfort her just a little bit! But no...you can't even do that! What a great case worker you are! Pathetic!" I end my rant to him and then look up to rear view mirror, Callie had a barely visible small smile on her lips. I look back to road "Sorry, I just needed to tell that. You were acting like a baby" I say to David and the rest of the ride is completely silent.

End of flashback

Harrison was walking around the guy "So, let me get this straight. Your dad divorced your mom 8 years ago, mom moved away to Chicago, leaving you to live with your dad. Your dad, 3 weeks ago, proposed to Mrs. Perry, your History teacher, who he has been dating for over 3 years now and she said yes. Mrs. Perry lost her husband in 2006. You don't want your dad to remarry, you don't like Mrs. Perry, so you decided to NOT go to him and talk to him like people usually do, but instead, you decided to get drunk with your buddies, go the cemetery, find Mrs. Perry husbands grave and destroy it. Also in the process you decide to damage few other graves around his grave, because, hell, why not. Only because your daddy is remarrying? "

"HE DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME! HE JUST DECIDE TO MARRY HER! HE IGNORED ME COMPLETELY!" he snaps back at Harrison

"You and your buddies, who you so kindly gave up, will be charged with vandalism. You are looking at possible fine, imprisonment or even both. Doesn't it feel good to be 18 – no more Juvenile Detention for you. Now you can try out the real deal. Oh, and, tell your dad you will probably need to pay for the damage done, that will be few thousand dollars at least." he closes the file, grabs it "Maybe next time, go talk to your dad first, before you do something stupid like this again!" He says his last word and walks out.

Captain and Allan turns to me "You don't look happy" Allan says to me as he looks to me now "No I am. I think I need to talk to Callie about something…" I say gathering the trash that was left from my lunch

After my shift I drive to Anchor Beach to pick up Callie. We hadn't planned it, Callie was supposed to walk home on her own today, so her surprise when she sees me parked by the school is real.

She gets in the front seat after putting her guitar in the back "I thought you told me that I needed to walk home today?"

"You don't want a ride home?" I ask her but she points out "You are not driving. The car is actually not moving…at all" she says and looks out to sidewalk "You need to start the engine, you know…turn the key in the ignition-" she smirks at me

"We caught the guy who did it. He and his friend will be charged, they could go to jail or they will have to pay a fine. Also, I am about 99% sure the Judge will rule that he will need to pay for the damage done. To all of the families." Her smile slowly disappears, till she is looking to me with the most serious face, listening closely to every word I say

"Oh….why did he do it?"

"His dad was remarrying and the kid, he was 18, he was …he didn't want his dad to remarry. He didn't like the woman he was going to marry. So he went to find the woman's dead husband grave and put his anger on him. I know it makes like almost no sense to why he did that, why he would destroy someone's grave who he didn't even know, it was not the dead guys fault…but …he was angry at his dad. And instead of talking to him, he just got drunk and went for it."

Callie looks down to her lap, nodding

"Hey, I was meaning to talk to you about something" I say tapping lightly on her left arm. She looks back to me, confused "About what?"

"Would you be…okay if I started dating again?" I ask her carefully.

I don't know how she is about to react to this. She knew Aaron for only 3 months, but she knew that we were family that, he was my husband. I have no idea what is the right way to deal with this. Or do I have to ask her if she is okay? She was living in the family, but she wasn't officially part of it, he wasn't her father, he was just her foster father at that time, but she was still in the family. It is all just confusing to me. I know I would ask the same question to Markus if he was alive, so why is Callie any different? But I know one thing, I don't want things to go like it did with the family, when son vandalized the graves only because he couldn't talk to his dad.

A small smile appeared on her face "Are you?"

"No" I look down to my hand for a second "But If I would…would you be okay with that? With me seeing someone?"

"I think I would be okay" she thinks for a second "I don't really know, not until you do. But, logically thinking, why would I be? I only knew Aaron for 3 months…but he was your husband…I don't know. I never thought about it before. "

"Promise me, Callie, that if I am dating someone in future, and you have…any doubts, any at all, you will come to me. I don't want you to be as mad as the kid was. I want you to come to me, so we could talk about it. I will listen to whatever you will have to say and we will discuss it. Can you promise me that?"

She nods back "I will come to you, I promise"