Zoe's POV:

I walk up to the podium to speak about Lucy. My heart is throbbing and my hands feel clammy as I walk past her casket and feel a small ounce of discomfort. I'm wearing a black skirt and dress shirt, I put a black blazer over and black pumps on. I'm wearing the earrings that Lucy gave me for my birthday. They have Z's on them. I look over at the large group of over 900 people that showed up to the cemetery today and take a deep breath. Basically, everyone who she knew from school showed up, and everyone in her family. It's bright out and the temperature feels amazing, I'm glad today's the day she's being put to rest.

"I'm Zoe Benson. Lucy Caine is my best friend...I know when people hear me say 'is', they get all crazy because she's not alive. But I say 'is' because no matter where she is, she'll always be my best friend, I will never stop loving her...we met in first grade, she would ask the teacher a million questions she already knew the answer to for clarification.

"One day the teacher just stopped answering her questions and listening to her strange stories because she could tire you out in a minute. She sat next to me and asked me my name. When I told her that it was Zoe, she asked me if the letter Z came first in the alphabet or last. When I said last, she told me I was wrong. We argued about it for about twenty minutes until the teacher finally told her she was wrong. She apologized and asked me if I wanted to color with her. We were best friends since then.

"Lucy is an amazing person, not only because she had the ability to make the best of a situation, but also because she was an overall positive person. She helped me grow stronger."

After I was finished, everyone clapped. I walked back over to my seat in the front and sat down next to Mom.

"You did great."she said putting we hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks."I said to her, but I didn't feel too confident about what I said.

A few hours later, Lucy's body was lowered into the ground. I watched everything in my life get thrown away in slow motion. I shed no tears because I have none left, what am I supposed to do now?

When we get back home from the funeral, Mom tells me that I can change and we'll go back to the precinct together. I don't really mind, although it's Saturday and I just want to lay in my bed and look up at the ceiling. I still haven't slept. I'm literally forcing myself to stay awake.

I go into my closet and pull out a pair of Adidas sweat pants to put on, I walk over to my drawer and pick out a white tank top. I put on a pair of Adidas and call it a bum day.

I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look the same I always do, except, I don't recognize myself. If it makes sense, I don't understand how I even wake up in the morning. I seriously don't even feel strong enough to do that anymore.

I take my hair out and brush it into a ponytail. I should get a hair cut, or dye it or something. I'm getting tired of seeing the same thing everyday. I grab my black sunglasses and we head outside.

When we get in Mom's car, we're both extremely quiet. I want to speak to her so bad now, but I'm afraid. Dr. Avery says I shouldn't talk to her unless I'm ready, but will I honestly ever be ready?

I walk into the precinct behind my mother, my black shades on. I haven't been there in a while and everyone's staring at me. Even the officers are just awkwardly staring at me.

"What!?"say rudely, everyone stops staring at me and returns to work.

I sit down in a seat next to Amanda and look at my cellphone, my head is pounding and I'm so nauseous. I put my head down on her desk put my headphones in. I'm listening to 'Beauty From Pain' by Superchick, a song that makes me sad. When I'm about to fall into sleep, I get a call on my phone from a number I don't recognize. I look around to see nobody is looking and I get up from where I am. I walk over to the bathroom and pick up my cell.

"Hello?"I say awkwardly into the phone.

"Zoe."says a familiar voice into the phone.

"Who's this?"I ask curiously, lifting a brow up.

"It's Peter. I wanted to talk to you about a few things."he told me sincerely.

"Oh...uh, ok."I said, speechless because Peter knows my number.

"Where are you? Can we meet up somewhere?"he whispers quietly.

"I'm at my mom's job. Where are you?"I told him, walking into the bathroom and locking the door. It was empty.

"I'm home. Hey, I'm going out to a party later, it's supposed to be epic. You should come with me, you can blow off some steam."he said smoothly, I can't believe this is really happening.

"Will kids from our school be there?"I asked him nervously.

"No, it's down in the Bronx, it should only take about twenty minutes to get there. I can meet you somewhere tonight so we can get on the subway together."he said, every word making me more eager.

"I want to go, but my mom might not let me. She's super overprotective now, she won't even let me stay home alone."I told him with a sigh.

"Just lie to her and tell her you're spending the night with the cheerleaders or something. I'll get you home tomorrow, I promise."he said, tempting me.

"Ok, I'll try to make something up. If she buys it, I'll call you."I told him, a smile appearing on my face.

"How about you call me anyways?"he said smoothly.

"How about that."I whisper into the phone then hang up.

I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, I still don't recognize me. I feel so much different, I'm so unhappy, I can barely put on a smile. I feel a tear falling down my eye, I wipe it quickly when I hear someone knock on the door.

I pace over to the door and open it with a whip, I'm ready to rush out but hands stop me.

"Zoe."says Amanda with a worried tone.

I look at her hard, not wanting to socialize.

"Are you alright?"she asked me softly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"I told her quietly.

"You've been gone for a while, I was just making sure you're alright. You look like you're going to cry."she said pulling me into the bathroom.

"I'm not, I'm fine, I was talking to a friend."I said tucking my phone into my pocket.

"A friend?"

"Yeah. Katie. She asked me if I wanted to come to a sleepover tonight with the other cheerleaders."I lied to Amanda.

"Sounds fun, you should ask your mother."she said with a smile, though I knew she wasn't too interested, she always tells me to keep my eyes open around the girls on the squad.

"I am, hey, I'll see you in a bit."I say touching her shoulder, I paced to Mom's office, she's sitting down with her glasses on, doing paperwork. I tap on the glass to her door.

"Hey."I say quietly, looking down at the floor.

"Hey, come in."she said with a small smile.

"I was wondering,"I said sitting down in the chair in front of her desk, "Elizabeth from the squad asked me if I wanted to come to her house and sleepover. Can I go?"I asked trying to sound excited.

"You want to go?"she asked me curiously.

"Yeah, I need to start being social again, right? Mom, I'll be fine. Please? It's only going to be me, her, and her mom."I begged her.

"Fine. Make sure you're home by 3:00pm tomorrow for therapy. Do you need me to drop you off?"she asked me cautiously.

"No! Uh-I mean, no thanks, I'm just going to take the subway. I need some fresh air."I told her nervously.

"Ok, I'll see you later,"she said getting up, "be extremely careful, Zoe. I love you."she said giving me a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you more, Mom."I said hugging her tight.

"I love you most."she said with a sigh.

After we're finished hugging, she digs into her purse and gives me some money. I put a $50 bill in my pocket and walk out of her office. I walk past everyone in the squad room who feels the need to stare, with a big smile on my face. I plan on having loads of fun tonight, I don't even care about who wants to look.

When I get outside of the building, I call Peter.

"Guess who?"I say, starting to walk down the street.

"She bought it, didn't she?"he asked me with a laugh.

"Of course she did."I said confidently.

"Where do you want to meet?"

"There's a Starbucks not far from my mom's job, you know where it is?"I asked him, hoping he'll say yes.

"Yeah, it's not too far from my house. I'll meet you there in ten minutes."he said, my hands start to get clammy because I'm so nervous about seeing him.

"I'll see you."I said, I hung up the phone and kept on walking, five minutes later, I made it to Starbucks.

I order two strawberry lemonades and sit down at a table. A few minutes later, another head pops into the door, Peter looks at me and smiles as he walks closer.

"Hey."he says pulling out a chair and sitting in front of me while I drink.

"Hey, I got you a drink."I tell him, handing the cup over.

"Thanks, you didn't have to get me anything, I could've paid for my own drink."he says taking a sip, he pulls out a five dollar bill and hands it over to me.

"Peter, it was a friendly gesture. You don't have to pay me back."I told him with a chuckle.

"It's a gentleman thing. It's kind of like going Dutch."he stopped drinking to speak, the way he looked up was so cute!

"Fine."I said putting the money in my pocket.

"So, how's tonight supposed to go down?"I asked him curiously.

"We're going to take the sub down there. It's at one of my friends places. He's older of course, but he'll have booze and pot."he said looking at me and biting his lip.

"That sounds sick, should I go home and change into something else?"I ask, suddenly way more interested in this party now that alcohol is involved. A smirk is developing on my face.

"Only if you want to."he says not sure what to say.

"Ok, I want to. Let's go."I say, we both take our drinks and head down the street. The walk takes about half an hour total but Peter and I talk about things the entire way.

When we get to my house, I unlock the door and head to my living room.

"Wait here,"I say pointing to the couch, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Sure."he says sitting back on the white couch, he takes out his phone and starts to play Angry Birds, I hate that damn game.

I head down the hall to my room and shut the door behind me, locking the door.

I open up my closet and pick out an outfit. I grab a pair of blue denim ripped skinny jeans, a blue and white striped crocheted oversized sweater, I put on a pair of my short, tan UGGs...since my long ones are evidence in my case. I pick out my matching gray beanie and infinity scarf. I head to my bathroom and take my hair out of it's ponytail, I brush it out easily and put my beanie over it. I put on some mascara and eyeliner, I head out of my bathroom and grab my purse, my cellphone, money, and extra make up is in here. When I walk out of my bedroom, I see Peter sitting in the same spot he was in before.

"You look amazing."he says to me with a smile.

"Thanks, you ready?"I ask politely.

"Yeah, let's get out of here."he says taking my hand.

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Olivia's POV: (6 hours later, 1:30am)

"I guess today's been a slow day, guys. You can go home until there's a new case I guess."I tell them all with a sigh.

"How's Zoe?"Amanda asked raising her eyebrow. She closes up a file she was working on and tucks it into her desk drawers.

"She's with her friend, Elizabeth, sleeping over for the night."I told her, sitting down next to her desk.

"I thought she was going to be with a friend named Katie, that all the cheerleaders were going to have a sleepover?"

"She told you that?"I ask Amanda shocked. She nods her head and sits up from her desk.

"What'd she tell you, Liv?"she asked me quietly.

"She told me her friend Elizabeth wanted her to sleep over, that it was only going to be her, Elizabeth's mother, and Elizabeth. She's lying."I tell Amanda angrily, I stand up from my chair and pull my phone out of pocket. I start to track Zoe's phone, something I made sure I did after she was kidnapped.

She's in the Bronx. What the hell is she doing in the Bronx?

"She's in the Bronx."I say to Amanda, I walk into my office and pick up my jacket, I'm ready to leave before Amanda stops me.

"We're coming with."says Amanda, within five minutes, we're all ready and on our way out to find Zoe.

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Zoe's POV:

I'm in the middle of dancing to some hot alternative music when I hear a door bust down.

Come on now, really?

I seriously feel amazing, I'm tipsy and a bit high, now the police are blowing it?

"Manhattan PD, put your hands where we can see them!"I hear a voice say a few feet away.

"Hey, this isn't even Manattan, technically, you have no jurisdiction."I say sipping on a bottle of vodka, there's maybe half a cup of it left in this bottle, I drank too much.

"Zoe."a blonde woman walks up to me and shines a light on my face, she checks my eyes and looks down at my body.

"Lady, you're hurting my eyes, and ruining this party. Go away..."I whisper the last sentence in her ear.

"Liv, she's drunk."said Amanda taking my hand, I stop in my tracks and take my arm away from her hold.

"Get the hell off of me! Help me!"I yelled out as I was fighting off my mother, Amanda, and Nick.

It's starting to remind of my attack, trying to fight the three men in the masks. Peter pushes through them and takes my hand, pulling me up easily, we run out of the door to the apartment, all the detectives are chasing us, plus Mom.

Peter and I are both laughing as we run, this all feels so great. Once we get out of the apartment building, we start to run down the street, we lose them a few blocks away.

"Hey, they didn't see you, I want you to bolt. If you don't go now, we'll never be able to hang out again."I told him quickly, taking his hands.

"I don't want you to get into trouble."he said, a tone that suggests he's refusing my offer.

"Pete, I'm going to get into trouble anyways. I really want to hang out with you another time. Please."I beg him, he takes my forehead and presses it against his.

"Delete your call log and text me back when you get your phone back. I'll find a way to contact you tomorrow, I promise...by the way, I like it when you call me Pete. It's cute."he says, he gives me a kiss on the cheek and hug me tight.

"Tomorrow."he whispers I'm my ear.

"Tomorrow."I whisper, he let's go and runs out of the end opposite of what we entered.

I walk out the front and I'm caught by my mother and her coworkers. My mom slaps a pair of cuffs on me and holds on to my arm.

"You need to fix this."she said to me angrily.

"Oh, how I wish I could."I said to her pulling my arm away from her so I could walk freely back to the car.

When we get back to the Manhattan precinct, Mom takes me to her office and slams the door shut.

"What the hell is going on, Zoe?"she yells at me.

"Nothing is going on!"I yell back at her.

"Why did you lie to me like that!? Do you know how afraid I was tonight? Do you know what could've happened to you?"she says putting her head in her hands.

"I wanted to have fun! I had fun! My life sucks, I hate getting up every single morning!"I told her, throwing off my beanie and running my fingers through the top if my hair, something she also does.

"You can't do things like that for fun, Zoe. You could get hurt in-"

"I could get hurt," hear someone open the door behind me but I don't look back because I'm so into this argument.

"What more could possibly happen!? I'm not afraid to die, Mom,"tears are pouring down my face and I'm whispering. "When I was with that man, he took everything from me. I wanted him to kill me so I didn't have to go through all that I did. After I passed out in the forest and woke up, I realized that I didn't want to go back because I was too embarrassed."it was quiet, Mom stared at me with a load of sympathy.

"Has your father called you, Zoe?"she asked me with a few tears coming down her face.

"You know he hasn't called me, Mom. He must hate me so much, I don't get anything from him. Not a call, a letter, a email, a text! Screw him."I say, my feet planted on the ground. My head feels like it's going to explode and I want to throw up so bad. But obviously, Benson's can hold their liquor. Now I'm not saying we don't get super tipsy and crazy, I'm just saying we don't vomit all over the place.

I finally turn around and look at whoever walked in while I was speaking. I thought it would be Amanda or another detective.

But now I'm screwed...