Twelve year old Janelle Reese Quillen, aka Nellie, was hiding in her papa and daddy's (well technically foster papa and daddy's) closet. She's been hiding there for what seemed like hours. Soon she heard police and ambulance sirens. She shuddered as she heard the door get broken down, and she also heard voices.

"Alright there's a little girl somewhere inside." Olivia told her detectives as she spotted a picture of two smiling men and a little girl between them. "Let's split up and find her."

Meanwhile with Dominick, who had found the victims. They were both dead.

"Lieu." Dominick spoke into his walkie talkie "The victims…they're both dead."

Olivia sighed softly, "Okay." She felt her heart breaking for the couple's little girl.

A few moments later, Amanda radioed Olivia that she found the little girl in the master closet. Amanda walked into the closet and crouched down next to the little girl.

"Hey sweetie, you're safe now. I'm Detective Rollins." Amanda assured the girl "What's your name?"

Janelle pursed her lips and contemplated whether she could talk or not. She had never spoken verbally to her papas despite living with them for two years. Eventually she just spelled her name in ASL and signed, 'J-A-N-E-L-L-E, but I prefer N-E-L-L-I-E.'

Amanda nodded, "Oh I see. Okay."

Olivia soon walked into the master bedroom.

Amanda gently patted Janelle's leg in a reassuring way and said, "I'll be right back, sweet girl." Then she walked over to her Lieutenant.

"We're going to need a translator." Amanda told her Lieutenant

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "She doesn't speak English?"

"Doesn't speak at all." Amanda replied in a hushed tone "She signs ASL."

Olivia nodded, then walked towards the little girl and squatted down, "Hey sweetheart, I'm Lieutenant Benson, but you can call me Olivia. Do you think you can come with me and my detectives? We'd really like to know what happened if you're up to it."

Janelle shook her head and signed, 'No. I want my papas. Where's daddy and papa?'

"I'm sorry, baby. I don't know sign language." Olivia told the girl

Janelle looked down, 'Nobody did. Papa and daddy were the only ones who learned sign language for me.' She thought

"Come on, baby. Let's get you out of here." Olivia coaxed the girl

Janelle nodded as she stood up, but while still looking down.

As Olivia and Amanda escorted Janelle out, as they passed by the victims' bodies Janelle stopped walking and stared at her papa and daddy's bodies as they were being placed into black body bags.

Olivia gently tried to move Janelle along. Tears welled up in Janelle's eyes as she tried to pull away from the Lieutenant and go to her papas.

"No, sweetie, don't look." Olivia told the girl "Come on, come on. Let's go."

Janelle walked forward, but kept her eyes on her papa and daddy as she cried silently.

Upon arriving at the precinct, Janelle is in the children's room eating a cooking and drinking a juice pouch, while Olivia and her detectives wait for the translator.

"Has she said anything? Even to herself?" Olivia asked Fin

Fin shook his head, "No. I've been watching her. She hasn't spoken a word."

"Do you think she's deaf, Lieu?" Dominick asked

"No. She understand Rollins and I. She can hear. She's probably just mute." Olivia replied "Either way. We have to wait for the translator to be able to speak with her. You and Rollins can do that, Carisi. I have to make a call to CPS."

Dominick nodded, "Copy that, Lieu."

Olivia stepped inside her office to make a call to CPS about the daughter of the victims Jayson and Santiago Park-Moreno.

Meanwhile with Dominick and Amanda, the translator Eva Boyd arrived and they walked into the children's room to talk with Janelle.

'Hi Janelle, I'm Eva. These are Detectives Rollins and Carisi. They want to talk to you about what happened to your dads?' Eva signed

Janelle nodded and signed back, 'I can hear. I just don't talk. It's my personal choice.'

"Okay." Eva replied verbally. She turns to the detectives, "You can talk to her. She can hear you."

"Alright." Amanda responded. She looked at Janelle, "Did you see what happened to your dads? Is there anything that you remember seeing or hearing? Or maybe smelling?"

Janelle thought for a moment and then she signed, 'I didn't see anything. My Papa and Daddy told me to hide in their closet so I did. I did hear everything though. They were so loud. They yelled at my daddy and papa.' Eva told Dominick and Amanda what Janelle had signed.

"What did the people say? What were they yelling?" Dominick wondered

Janelle shook her head. She couldn't talk about that. She didn't want to hear Eva say them. She never wanted to hear the words again.

Dominick gave a nod, "You don't want to talk about it. That's okay, sweetheart. Could you make out how many people were there?"

'Two.' Janelle signed 'A man and a woman.'. Once again Eva spoke what Janelle has signed.

Meanwhile with Olivia, she's on the phone with CPS. She's talking with a social worker by the name of Ramon Gutierrez.

"What are the victims names again?" Ramon asked

"Jayson and Santiago Park-Moreno." Olivia repeated

Ramon looked in case file of placements. He sighed softly, "Oh. Janelle. Her name's Janelle Quillen. She's their foster daughter…or was. They had started the adoption process a few months ago. She'd been with them for two years. She was so excited to be adopted, and she was finally happy. I've been her social worker since she was five and seeing her with them….I've never seen her happier."

Olivia sighed. She didn't know what to say. Then she spoke, "Well it's pretty late. If it's too late to find a foster placement for her, I could take her for the night. I still have my foster license from when I was fostering my son five years ago, and I've been renewing it every year."

"Yeah that would be fine. If I came to get her, she'd just end up spending the night at an ACS facility." Ramon stated

"Alright well I'll see you tomorrow then." Olivia agreed before hanging up

That night after Olivia arrived home with Janelle, Olivia is greeted by Noah running at hugging her.

"Mommy!" Five year old Noah exclaimed

Olivia hugged her son back, "Hey little man. What are you doing up? It's late, my love."

"I'm sorry, Liv. I tried to get him to sleep." Lucy apologized "But Noah wanted you to read him a story."

Olivia nodded, "It's fine, Lucy."

"Who is that, mommy?" Noah asked as he looked at the pre-teen girl

"This is Nellie." Olivia replied "She's going to stay with us for a little bit."

Noah gave a nod, "It's nice to meet you, Nellie. I'm Noah."

Janelle gave him a small smile as she waved.

"Don't you talk?" Noah wondered

Janelle shook her head as she looked at the small boy.

"Why not?" Noah questioned

"Okay. That's enough questions, Noah." Olivia interjected. Then she looked at Janelle, "I have to read Noah a story. Why don't you sit on the couch and relax. Then I'll get you situated to sleep, I'm going to take the couch and give you my room until I can get a bed for the spare bedroom."

Janelle nodded and then sat down on the couch. 'Olivia is nice.' She thought 'But I miss my dads. Why did those two homophobes have to kill them. What did daddy and papa ever do to them?'

Soon Olivia returned and she saw Janelle had tears spilling out of her eyes.

"Oh honey, what happened?" Olivia asked the teen

Janelle shook her head as she wiped her tears.

"Okay. Well come on, I'll show you where you can sleep." Olivia told the girl as she led the girl to her bedroom. "There's a night gown on the bed that you can wear to sleep in for tonight."

Janelle nodded as she yawned.

"Alright I'll leave you to get ready for bed. I'll be on the couch if you need me." Olivia explained "Goodnight." She left the room and headed back to the living room to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, Olivia wakes up to the smell of food cooking. She heads out to the kitchen and finds Janelle cooking.

"Hey sweetheart, what are you doing?" Olivia asked as she approached the girl slowly trying not to scare her.

Janelle turned to look at Olivia and just shrugged. There was no point to her signing anything, since this woman didn't know any sign language. And Janelle didn't have any paper and a pen or pencil at her immediate disposal, but her guess was that it wouldn't do any good either. She couldn't write in English. She only knew how to write in French.

Janelle was going back to her old ways of foster care before she was with her dads. She just pointed to the pot of oatmeal on the stove.

"Why don't you go sit down and I'll take over the cooking." Olivia suggested "You don't have to cook."

Janelle looked at the woman and eyed her up and down. She didn't know how to tell the woman that she liked to cook. She wanted to ask if she could help, but couldn't figure out how to. She folded her hand like she was holding a cooking spoon and made a stirring motion with wrist.

"You want to stir?" Olivia inquired looking puzzled

Janelle shook her head and made the stirring motion again.

"You want to help?" Olivia wondered

Janelle nodded. She gave a small smile.

"Okay." Olivia replied "You can help me if you want."

Shortly after breakfast, there was a knock on the door. It was Ramon, and soon Janelle found herself in his car on the way to a group home.

Janelle was gazing out the window as she thought, 'I'll never be happy. It just wasn't meant to be.'.

Hope you enjoy. Comments are greatly appreciated.