New fic, because the muse attacked Bunnacula-(Plot bunny Drucula. Muse won. Plot bunny surrendered. :D)

"Miss!" A small, fragile voice called out, Calleigh Duquesne turning around to look where it came from but couldn't find it. Turning around carefully, Calleigh started walking again.

"Miss! Please!" The voice called out again, and now Calleigh stood rooted to the spot, realizing where the voice was coming from. A little brown haired girl of 6 or 7 years was running to Calleigh, sobbing quietly.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Calleigh asked, crouching, as the girl, wearing jeans and a light t-shirt came to her. Her own blood boiled when she noticing a trickle of blood running down the little girl's cheek.

"Are you from the police?" The girl asked looking at Calleigh with her tear streaked face, clutching onto her stuffed animal. On her back was a pink backpack, budging slightly.

"Yes, I am, sweetheart. What's wrong?" Calleigh asked, taking the little girl's hand into hers, Calleigh's green eyes radiating compassion.

The girl looked around, before hanging her head in shame "Daddy hits me. I ran away." The girl said, looking up at Calleigh, her dark brown eyes filled to the brim with tears.

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A/N: Calleigh centric fic! Yay~! :D

R&R? Oh and I already got the second chapter brewing. :D