AN: I know, it has been over 4 months. And I do feel bad, that I made you wait for so long. But, when I lack inspiration, it's impossible to even write a sentence even thought I had the scenes in my head for weeks.

I wanted to say a big thank you to Trebles. and .Tones - your review to the story, really brightened me up. I had started to write this chapter, when I saw your review and it just helped. It somehow reminded me of the time I was starting to write this AU and it sparked some ideas for this chapter. So, truly, from the bottom of my heart - thank you.

I am not sure how many more mini-stories I will manage to write. Trying to finish this is a struggle. Lack of time, lack of ideas, lack of inspirations (only for this AU for some reason) is not helping, at all. I don't want to leave this in the state of 'in-progress', but I'm not sure I can manage to write a proper ending for this to be "completed" story. Kind of hating myself for starting this stroy, while not knowing I can finish it.

Apologies if there are a lot of grammatical mistakes. It's late and I'm hoping I get to update my other story as well.

Hope you enjoy :)

Callie POV

"-he likes them young. The World would be a better place without him!" I warned the people around me, before a hand gripped my arm from behind and pulled me away from Liam rather roughly.

Seeing Liam, brought back so many horrible memories. I had thought that after all this time, running into him wouldn't affect me the way it did. But I was just as shaken up, if not more, than I was few years back, when I had ran into him at the park on my routine jog as I was preparing for the marathon Stef had signed me up for. A lot of what happened from the moment I crouched down to him to try and stop the bleeding to the moment I helped the doctors lift him off the stretcher – was a blur. I was missing parts of how we got here. It was like I had entered autopilot. My body knew what had to be done to save him, but my brain had shut off.

I only remember bits and pieces.

The way he looked at me.

How he grunted for me to help him as I was his friend.

The way he had grabbed my wrist, when I had crouched down by his side to help him.

The shock, fear and pain that was written all over the traumatized girl, that reminded me of myself at that age.

"What the hell, Callie!" I heard Beth hiss at me as I realized I now stood in the middle of an emergency room and all the nurses and doctors, who were aiding for Liam, had stopped and stared. First at me, then down to him. Beth was almost in face. She was pissed at me, definitely disappointed, I even saw a hint of worry in her eyes.

It wasn't until the doctor with grayish hair called out "People, we have a job to do! We are not here to play God!" that they all resumed to do what they were taught to do – save lives.

Everything around me seemed to be slowed down all of a sudden. All the sounds – indistinct, morphed together. I could not hear what Beth was telling me, but she stood right next to me. My knees felt weak, like they were about to give up on me. It suddenly felt like there was no air, like my throat was closing. I pulled on the collar of my jacket and then with my trembling hands, tried to unzip it as if that would get more air to my lungs.

Feeling a great urgency to leave, I turned, but caught a nurse leading the girl down the hall with her arm wrapped around her shoulder. The girl had Beth's jacket around her shoulders. Beth had given it to the girl to keep her warm and to cover her up for she was earing only her underware.

The young girl was looking back at us. Probably, Beth for she was the one who had aided to her. Maybe me, because I had apparently caused a scene, but could be to Liam – wondering what is his condition.

As the girl and nurse disappeared in a room and closed doors behind them, I turned to the exit and hurried out, leaving Beth to handle the rest. Once I was outside, I finally managed to unzip my jacket. The automatic hospital doors closed behind me. Leaning my head backwards, I closed my eyes and took a few long, deep breath to calm myself down. People walked pass me, going in and out of the hospital, while I just stood still. Calming myself down.

When I heard the sound of streacher being pushed out, I opened my eyes and saw how Beth was pushing it towards the back of the ambulance. Feeling all better, I hurried up to the ambulance and opened the back doors for her. Beth pushed the streacher inside, without giving me a single look and not saying a single word. I closed the doors shut and started to walk towards the drivers seat.

"Should you be driving?" Beth called after me, forcing me to stop and turn back to her

"What?" I frowned my forehead at her question as I could not understand why she was suddenly doubting my driving "Why are you asking me that?"

"You just had a panic attack. I don't think you should be driving-"

"I did not have a-" I tried to argue back, but it was useless

"Don't...don't do that!" Beth interupted me, her finger was pointed at me "Don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about," she sounded upset "I have been doing this job long enough to know what a panic attack looks like."

I sucked in my lower lip and tilted my head down, knowing that she was right.

She extended her arm out towards me "Give me the keys. I'll drive us back to the firehouse."

Unwillingly, I gave away the keys and changed my course to the passenger seat doors. Once inside the ambulance, I avoided eye contact with her, focusing my gaze out the side window or down to the floor. The last thing that I wanted, was to see the change in the way she was looking at me. As I had somehow become a fragile doll in the last 5 minutes.

As we had driven out of the hospital territory and onto the street, Beth asked "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I do," I answered, but added in distant voice a moment later "But not with you."

"O-okay," Beth concentrated on the road

"Can we make a quick stop before driving back?"

Stef POV

I was deep into paperwork for the last 30 minutes. My hand was starting to cramp from all of the writing and my eyes were starting to hurt a little from the intense concentration. Once I finished the sentence, I closed the file, put the pen down, leaned back in my chair and took off my glasses. Just as I was about to rub my eyes, I saw Callie walking towards me.

"Hey, you!" I smiled seeing the girl. It was always nice, when someone from the family or extended family visited.

"Hey, Stef!" Callie stopped at Amy's desk, looked around the room, searching for her mom with her eyes "Where's my mom?"

"Um, bathroom," I replied sitting up in the chair getting an uneasy feeling. There was this urgency in her eyes. Seriousness emitted from her. Seeing her partner slowly approaching us with her hands in her jackets front pockets, made this visit even more strange. That's when I realized, she didn't stop by just to say hi. No, Callie was in distress.

Callie was already looking towards the hall that lead to bathroom. Her fingers now tapping nervously at her moms desk. I got up from the chair quickly and neared Callie.

"What happened, love? How can I help?" I cooed softy and quietly while my right hand fingers touched hers

Callie tilted her head down "Old demons," When she raised her head up, I saw the desperation in her eyes before I heard it in her voice "I just...I really need to talk to her, Stef!"

"She'll be back in a minute," I told her before giving her a reassuring hug. I knew it was not my hug and my assuring words she needed, but I hoped it served at least as a substitute, till the other woman came around.

"Mom," I heard the girl gasp and the next moment, Callie was out of my hug and hurrying towards her mom. Once up to her, Callie told her only few words, but Amy's reaction changed drastically. She went from – happy and surprised to her daughter to protective mama bear – faster than anyone could snap a finger. She quickly guided her daughter into the small break room and closed the doors behind, so they would have more privacy.

I turned to Callie's partner, who stood a few steps away staring at the room Callie and Amy had walked in "Does she have lot of them?" she asked without taking her eyes away

"Lot of what?"

"Old demons," Beth stated finally averting her eyes to me

"More than you and me combined," I answered

"How can she deal with...all of it?"

"She doesn't have to battle them alone and Callie knows it," I stated back knowingly

Amy POV

"Honey...honey, listen to me," I cupped Callie's face and waited till her eyes settled on mine "You did good. I'm proud of you."

"Proud? No...no, don't be proud!" Callie pulled out of my hold, pushed my hands away and paced all the way to the other end of the room. With her back turned to me, she admitted shamefully "I wanted him to die. That's the opposite of my job!"

"One bad thought, doesn't make you a bad person, Callie!"

The truth was, that I had wished Liam would die as well. That happened at the time I had learned about what Liam had done to my little girl. Learning the truth, had just ignited something inside me – darker thoughts. Most people, can probably think of a moment like that in their lives, when you want a certain person, who has hurt you or your loved one, to disappear from this world, to pay for the harm they had done. And the way I see it, that's okay, unless those thoughts turn into intention, which can later on lead to plan and motive.

Callie snapped around and was suddenly speaking in louder voice "I hesitated to save him!" she tapped her index finger her chest "We can't hesitate! If we hesitate, if we don't do our job – people can die!"

The sad truth was that people can die even if she did her job down to the T.

To me, it was obvious that Callie was having an internal struggle with herself. There were two sides of her - one that wished Liam bad, other kept scolding herself for putting a patients life in danger. Her past and present collided. As did her personal and professional life. I believed the fact alone, that she had wished bad to someone, scared the hell out of her. Maybe even terrified her, that she had become like him at some level.

"Of course you hesitated!" I retorted "You were put in an unimaginable position. There is this huge history between you two, that goes back almost 10 years. But despite what he did to you – you still saved him!" I reasoned back walking towards her slowly "You did what was right! You put your feelings aside and did what had to be done! So, yeah…I'm fucking proud of you for that Callie!"

Callie's shoulders finally lowered, her face relaxed and she let out her breath. She was no longer worked up about it. It was a sign that I had finally gotten through to her.

"You handled your demon much better than I did mine. Need I remind you, that I punched mine and got suspended for two weeks!"

A chuckle escaped from Callie's mouth "You kind of took it out on me as well," Callie added quietly afterwards

"Yeah, I did that as well," I sighed heavily feeling ashamed of how I had acted "I'm not proud of it, but you can be proud of how you handled your demon. Despite your light hesitation at first, you did everything right."

Callie started to slowly nod her head as she thought about it.

"Come on, bring it in!" I smiled, opening my arms. Callie without hesitation took a step forward and wrapped her arms around me. My left rested on the back of her head, while I ran my other hand up and down the girls back.

"Thank you, mom!" she whispered, while we hugged. As a response to her, I kissed her cheek.

"Do you know Officer Forester and Grant?" Callie asked, when she leaned out of the hug

"Um, don't think so. First time I heard of them. Why? Were they the cops on the scene?"

"Mhm," Callie nodded as she began to walk towards the doors "They arrived as we were leaving. Beth gave them our contact info for later, when they or some detectives want to ask us some questions. Any advice on what to tell them, when they come knocking?"

I opened the doors for Callie and answered her as she walked pass me "Just answer their questions honestly and tell them what you saw. You didn't do anything wrong!"

Callie POV

My work day was coming to an end. Only two more hours to go. It had been a long and hard day. After Liam, we had 4 more calls. Each more challenging and harder than before. A snake bite. Heart attack – those always feel like a race against time. A man had cut off his fingers while sawing. The last and what seemed to be the worst because a child was involved – a kid had accidentally poured her mothers boiling tea on himself, resulting in burns to face, arms and chest.

Now sitting in the back of the ambulance, doing inventory, I was hoping no more calls would come in as I was exhausted and drained already. I was humming a song to myself to help with the boring activity, wrapped up in my own little world. In the background I head my co-workers talking, doors opening and closing, footsteps walking up and down, but I paid no attention to it what so ever.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest and I nearly threw the clipboard, when I looked up and saw a middle aged woman, dressed in all black – shoes, pants, blouse, coat-, stand by the end of the ambulance.

"Geez Louise!" I exclaimed with my hand over my heart "Don't sneak up to people like that!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," She apologized, while I set the clipboard down and calmed my racing heart down

"The boys by the firetruck, said I could find you here," the woman said looking pass the ambulance to where the firetrucks were parked "You are Callie Scott Ellis, right? If you are not, then I have scared the wrong person!" She said jokingly

"No, no...you scared the right person. That's me. What can I do for you?" I smirked back and moved closer to the exit of the ambulance. She took a step backwards, when I was about to jump out of the back.

"I'm Detective Bishop from the SDPD," The woman flashed her credentials at me, when I was out of the ambulance "My partner Detective Archer is somewhere around here, talking to your partner. I have some questions for you. Do you have a minute to talk?"

I knew this was going to happen, so it didn't surprise me that a detective wanted to talk to us. A crime had happened. Gut feeling told me that detective Bishop was on the girls side. I was ready to help out anyway I could. My battle with Liam in court already happened and I lost, but I was more than happy to help the girl put Liam behind bars for I had no doubt about it – he hurt the same exact way he had hurt me. I had seen it in the girls eyes, when she had opened the doors for us.

The shock phase of seeing him was gone. My mom helped me get through it, like she has done many times before. Stef helped as well, without even knowing what had happened and without saying much. Her hug had helped me keep it together till I get to talk to mom about it.

"Sure. What do you want to know?"