"Well I can't chalk it up to teenage hormones unless you're a teenager," Jim said, raising an eyebrow.

Savannah's eye's widened as she realized the mistake she had made. "Which of course I'm not," She said, hoping he would believe her.

"Nice try," Jim said. "I want the truth this time. All of it."

Savannah was so tired. Last night had been the first night she'd been able to sleep comfortably in a long time, but it didn't make up for the last few weeks. Of course it could also have to do with the fact that her arm was sleeping blood. It was a good thing she had dove out of the way of that car. If she hadn't she'd be road kill right now.

Between the adrenaline and the tiredness Savannah knew she could no longer hold up the lie she had been telling. "Most of what I told you is true," She said. "My mother was a drug addict and I did cut that deal with D'Angelo. However I was fourteen when I did it."

"You were just a kid," Blair said.

She nodded. "That was three years ago."

"So you're only seventeen?" Jim asked.

Savannah didn't answer. Her hip hurt like hell from hitting the street and her arm was still bleeding. "Can I have a paper towel or something," She asked.

She pulled her arm out of the blanket to show them it was still bleeding.

"I'll get some bandages," Blair said standing and walking over to the counter. All of the creams and antiseptics were still there from the previous night. "You know this is twice in two days you were almost hit by car. Maybe it's time you stopped running. It's becoming hazardous to your health."

"Living is hazardous to my health," Savannah said sardonically.

"Savannah, why did you lose it when the lights went out?" Jim asked gently. He didn't want to upset her again, but he wanted the truth.

The young girl swallowed the lump in her throat. "The first time D'Angelo hurt me there was a thunderstorm like this one. The lights went out and it was dark."

Blair came back over and started cleaning her arm. "And you saw D'Angelo when the lights went out?"

"I couldn't get him out of my head," Savannah said. "I've been running from him for weeks now and I can't even get away from him in my head." She was near hysterics.

"Calm down," Jim said. "Take a deep breath." After Savannah had done so he said, "You've been through a traumatic experience. It's understandable that you were scared, but you have to stop running. You have to face this and him."

She shook her head vigorously, black wisps of hair flying in her face. "No, no I can't. You don't understand! You weren't there!" Tears began to slip from Savannah's blue eyes.

"Jim's right," Blair said. "If you keep running you'll never be able to move on with your life."

Savannah kept shaking her head. She pulled her half bandaged arm away from Blair and began rocking back and forth. "No, no, no, no," She said.

"Savannah," Jim said calmly. "Savannah calm down."

"No, no, no, no."

Jim sat on the couch next to her. "Savannah you have to calm down."

"I can't breathe," She said frantically. "I can't breathe." Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Savannah you're having an anxiety attack," Blair said. "You're going to make yourself pass out if you don't calm down."

Jim wrapped his arms around Savannah. She screamed. She began thrashing wildly, trying to break Jim's hold on her.

"A little help Chief?" Jim said trying to hold on to the hysterical girl.

Blair grabbed onto Savannah's legs.

"It's all right Savannah," Jim said gently. "Let it out."

Savannah continued thrashing, screaming, and crying in their arms. "No, don't hurt me please."

"We're not going to hurt you," Blair said. "You're safe."

Savannah kept struggling and screaming. She was trying to flail her arms and legs, but Jim and Blair had a good hold on them. She cried and she whimpered, scared out of her mind that someone was going to hurt her. They held onto Savannah until she finally stopped struggling. She just lay in their arms, sniffling and hiccupping from her hysterics.

"I'm sorry," She said softly, voice hoarse.

"Shh," Blair said, releasing his grip on her legs. "Just relax."

"I don't know why I did that," She said.

"You've held it all in for three years," Jim said. "It had to come out some time."

"I feel like an idiot."

"Don't," Jim said. "No one here thinks you're an idiot."

Savannah moved her head so she could look up at him. Her upper body was still encased by his arms. "I don't understand this."

"Understand what?" Jim asked.

"Why are you helping me? No ones ever helped me before."

"We're helping you because you need help," He said.

Savannah still didn't understand. He said it so simply as if it was no big deal. "You don't even know me."

"Why do I have to know you to want to help you?"

Savannah shook her head. "I'm so confused." She sat up so that she neither of them were holding her anymore. She looked at the frayed bandages on her arm. "I'm sorry for pulling away from you like that," She told Blair.

He waved it off. "Don't worry about it." He sat up. "I can take care of it."

Blair went to work on Savannah's arm. She leaned back on the couch and grimaced.

"Still hurts?" Jim asked.

She nodded.

"Savannah, would you want someone else to go through what you went through?" Jim asked.

"No," She replied. "No, what I went through was hell."

"Than please, you need to come down to the station with me and make a statement. You need to stand against D'Angelo," He said. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"You won't be there to protect me," Savannah said. "You're throwing me into a safe house."

"Can I talk to you for a second Jim?" Blair asked. He was finished wrapping Savannah's arm.

"Sure Chief," Jim said. "Well be right back."

They walked over to the kitchen.

"Jim we can't put her in a safe house," Blair said quietly so that Savannah wouldn't hear them. "If we do she's never going to testify against him."

"She can't stay here," Jim said.

"We've had witnesses stay here before," Blair said crossing his arms over his chest. "Why not her?"

"Because we need to be out looking for D'Angelo," Jim argued. "Who's going to protect her if we're not here?"

"I'll stay with her," Blair said. "You can look for D'Angelo and I'll take care of Savannah."

Jim sighed.

"Come on Jim she's a wreck. If we send her into a safe house she's going to close up and we won't have anything to use against D'Angelo."

Blair waited while Jim mulled it over in it his head.

"Fine," Jim said. "But I'm having officers posted outside the door. I don't anyone getting at her or you."

Blair nodded. "Fine with me."

They walked back into the living room to tell Savannah, but the girl was fast asleep on the couch. Jim hated to wake her up, but they needed to get her down to the station.

He walked over and gently shook her shoulder. "Savannah, come on I need you to wake up."

Savannah moaned groggily and opened her eyes. "What is it?"

Jim sat down on the edge of the couch. "Blair and I talked it over. You can stay here at the loft."

She smiled softly. "Really?"

Jim nodded. "Really, but you have to stay in doors. No more running into the streets and you must testify against D'Angelo, that's the deal."

The smile faltered. "You really won't let anything happen to me?"

"I promise I won't let anything happen to you," Jim said.

She nodded. "I'll do it."

Savannah couldn't believe those words had just come out of her mouth. She had just signed her own death warrant and she knew it.