Laurel was laying in her bed, staring at he ceiling and feeling sorry for herself and for Ivan. She didn't know how to help him and she didn't know if she could help herself. Her phone ringing caught her attention and flipping it open she answered with a disinterest tone.

"Hello?"

"Laurel, I'm sorry to call but....I tried Ivan and he's not answering."

"Mr. Wilmington, he's.....uhm...what can I do for you?" She asked.

"I found my girl but she's in a club it's ran by a mafia boss. I can't go in there alone and I feel terrible even asking but I need back up, Ivan was the first person I thought of but he's not answering."

She sat up in her bed, pushing her hand through her hair. She and Ivan owed Mr. Wilmington for all his help with Ezra, and she had told him if he needed help to call.

"I'll get Ivan and meet you there, text me the address?"

"Sure thing, thank you."

She hung up and stood with a heavy sigh, when she left Ivan two hours ago he was asleep and for the first time since Ezra died it wasn't an alcohol induced sleep. She'd gotten him to shower and sober up, eat a dinner and shave before he'd began complaining of a headache and she helped him return to his bed. She hated to get him up but at the same time knew he had to leave that dark apartment some time.

Not knowing what kind of condition she would find Ivan in Laurel drove her old impala instead of taking her bike. She parked on the street and this time didn't knock as she let herself into his apartment, moving into his bedroom she found him right where she'd left him.

"Ivan,"

He didn't move and she took a few steps closer to the bed, he was laying on his stomach, shirtless and sound asleep.

"Ivan," She called out a little louder.

He didn't respond and with a heavy sigh she reached out intending to shake him awake. Her hand barely brushed his bare shoulder before he rolled over, catching her wrist he flipped her over him and pinned her body beneath his on the bed.

She let out a squeak of a protest as he slowly became more aware of who he had pinned beneath him, he took in her face and then blinked a few times.

"Laurel?"

"I need a favor," She said.

He frowned glancing down their bodies, his larger one dwarfing hers completely and keeping it held down with his weight.

"You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry, I did call out."

He didn't move and she didn't hurry him too, despite being slightly uncomfortable with his weight on her.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, a hand going to her face.

"No, don't be ridiculous."

"Laurel...."

"I need you to come downtown with me."

"For what?"

"Mr. Wilmington....he lost a girl and he found her in a club, he can't go in there alone and we kind of owe him one."

He gave a small nod of agreement and she cleared her throat, pulling her wrists from where they were crushed between their bodies and gave him a small push.

"Can you....move, please?"

"Yeah, sorry."

He quickly rolled off of her but she hesitated a long moment before pushing from the bed and standing. He moved to pull on a shirt and grab his gun off of the top of his dresser tucking it in the waistband at the back of his pants.

"I brought the car," She said.

"Good, you drive I'm still a little hungover."

She gave a small nod and pushed a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath as she followed him out of the apartment and down to the street. He climbed into the passenger seat.

She drove to the address that Mr. Wilmington had given her and they found him already waiting on the opposite side of the street.

"Hey," Laurel climbed out smiling at him.

"I spoke to someone coming out, she's in there and she's in bad shape."

"Does she know these people?" Ivan asked.

"She......yes, she knows them. They used to whore her out and had her hooked on drugs. I think they kidnapped her." He replied with a heavy sigh.

"Well, we'll see what we can do." Laurel promised.

"I don't want bloodshed, I just want to get her out of there."

"Do you know how many guys are in there?" Ivan asked.

"Four or five, the boss is gone I saw him leave."

"Alright, let's do this."

Ivan started across the street before either of them could stop him, Laurel shook her head before running after him. As soon as the trio stepped into the bar/strip club a large man blocked their path.

"Can I help you?"

"I just want to see Cassie..."James started.

"She ain't here, you need to leave." The man replied.

Ivan shook his head, pulling the gun from the back of his pants and pointing it at the tall man before Laurel could stop him, suddenly bringing him with her seemed like a bad idea.

"Ivan!"

"Alright dirt bag, you're going to tell us where this girl is now."

"Ivan, dont!" Laurel yelled.

"You tell me where that girl is, and we're going to take her and if you even blink at me wrong I'm going to fucking shoot you."

"Hey, man I just work the front door. Alright? I don't know nothing."

"Move, Move!" Ivan yelled.

The larger man put his hands up slowly backing away from Ivan and James wasted no time brushing passed him and hurrying into the building, Laurel following close behind.

"Cassie!"

He opened several doors, pulling back several curtains along the way but there was no sign of anyone. They came to a back room and Laurel could hear men talking, if she was there she was probably in that room.

He tried the knob but it wouldn't turn, Ivan pushed his way between the two of them and before either could speak kicked the door off of it's hinges, the men inside began yelling as they fumbled to find their weapons. Laurel saw one in the corner near a couch and her heart dropped.

"Get back! Get back!" Ivan was shouting and she followed him, brandishing her own weapon.

James rushed towards the blue velvet couch and Laurel followed, keeping one eye on the men. She didn't trust them not to make a move but she also couldn't let the only unarmed man in the room run off by himself. He rounded the couch and froze all the color draining from his face.

"Shit...." His voice broke as Laurel rounded the couch herself.

She froze, the girl lay on the couch naked and so covered in bruises and blood she wasn't recognizable. It didn't look like she was breathing and Laurel shut down. She was that girl once, she was broken laying on her kitchen floor and the memory was always nipping at her heels.

"Cassie," James sank to his knees next to the couch, turning her head gently.

She made a soft noise and her eyes fluttered slowly open, but they were confused and unfocused. As far as Laurel knew they'd had her here nearly a week doing god only knew what to her, judging from the bruises and blood it wasn't a hard guess.

"Hey, it's okay." Jame shrugged off his coat laying it over her, covering her naked body.

She tried to sit up but wasn't able too, her tongue darting out to wet her busted and dry lips. He stroked a hand tenderly through her hair.

"Laurel!" Ivan's voice snapped Laurel from her memories and she looked at him. He still had the men held at gunpoint and she didn't know how long time had passed.

"We got to go," Ivan said.

"I got her," James said, shifting her lifted the girl into his arms.

She let out a small cry as he stood and he pulled her closer to his chest, resting his chin on top of her head. Her brown hair gun around her face, soaked in blood and Laurel could barely see any resemblance to the pictures she'd seen of her. As James made his way out of the room Laurel was shook back to reality by Ivan.

"Let's go," He said gently.

She gave a small nod following the two men out of the building and across the street, Ivan hurried ahead to open the car door for James to lay the girl across his backseat. He re-adjusted his coat over her body to make sure she was covered.

"I..I can't thank you enough," He said turning to them.

"Don't mention it." Ivan said.

James gave a small nod then closed the door gently, casting one last glance into the back seat the girl before climbing into the driver seat and driving away.

Laurel stood numb in her spot and it wasn't until Ivan gently took the gun from her clenched hand that she realized she was shaking.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah...I...I just...."

"I know, I know."

He rubbed her arms before turning her towards there car and helping her into the passenger seat, he slid without another word into the driver seat and pulled away, heading back to his house. He parked on the street.

"Are you going to be okay to drive home?" He asked gently.

"I'm fine, I just for a minute I forgot what it felt like, what it looked like to be a victim."

"I'm sorry about what happened the other day, I was drunk and..."

"It's okay Ivan." She said with a small smile.

He gave her a small smile and a nod, then climbed from her car. He went back into his apartment probably to get drunk, as soon as he was gone she climbed from the car as well and promptly began to throw up, her nerves raw and the memory of when she was that girl violating her senses.