"Gotta go Love, the ambulance is pulling up" the blonde ER doc tells the woman on the phone. "I'll see you in the morning. Kiss my babies goodnight for me" she says before hanging up the phone.

"Dr. Foster", the nurse behind her calls her name as she runs towards the ambulance bay. "The ambulance will be pulling up in about 30 seconds"

"I'm coming" she says standing and grabbing her stethoscope from the desk and wrapping it around her neck as she follows her team. One never knew what the night shift would bring. Tonight it was just after 10pm when dispatch called with a twelve year old female who had fallen down the stairs in her home. The young girl had a decreased level of consciousness at the scene and multiple fractures. Any accident involving a child made her think of her own three children at home. Brandon was just fourteen and her adopted twins Jesus and Marianna had just turned 10. She is brought back to reality by the sirens and flashing lights that were now directly in front of her. The backdoors of the ambulance fly open and the paramedic jumps from the back and starts to give report.

"Twelve year old female, Callie Jacobs found unconscious at the bottom of the basement stairs. Vitals stable on transport, Unwitnessed accident, injuries to the right wrist and ankle. Gash to her forehead, multiple bruises in various states of healing" Steph glances back at the paramedic, "Yeah, you heard me correctly, various states of healing." Stef. nods her head and he continues, "She regained consciousness in the rig, but hasn't said a word"

"On my count", Stef. tells the group as the the team carefully transfers their young patient from the stretcher to the ER bed. Stef and her team begin their initial assessment of their new patient. "Where are her parents?" she calls out to the paramedics who are gathering their equipment to leave.

"No one came with her", the medic tells her, "the girl's a foster kid, no one seemed to keen to give up their Friday to come with her. Her social worker is apparently on route…"

Stef. shakes her head in disbelief. She looks down at her patient, she looked so small on the bed, c-collared and strapped to the back board. Her dark hair matted with blood. The girl's right eye was starting to swell shut but Steph could tell she had the most beautiful dark eyes that at present they were filled with a mix of fear and sadness. "It's okay sweet girl", she tries to reassure the child "we are going to take care of you." A single tear slides from the girl's un-swollen eye.

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" Stef. asks her. She is met with silence.

"That's okay, you don't have to talk to us. Stef. slides her hand into the girls left hand, "Can you squeeze my fingers if you understand me" Within a second she feels a small squeeze of the girl's fingers in her hand. "That's good sweetie" Stef. continues to talk to the girl as the team works on her. She explains everything they are doing to her before anything is done to her.

Over the next 2 hours they work to assess and treat the girl's injuries. X-rays revealed as suspected fractures of her right wrist and ankle. Ortho had been down to cast her wrist and ankle. She was likely to need surgery on her ankle in the next 24-48 hours for but now the ortho specialist was hoping to avoid it. The x-rays also revealed multiple old fractures of her ribs. The CT scan didn't show any evidence of any brain injury. Overall, despite her battered appearance she was likely to physically anyways, make a full recovery. The child still had not spoken and other than a few tears from her eyes, had not cried.

Stef. was thankful that it was an otherwise quiet night in the ER. She'd been drawn to the girl from the moment she saw her on the stretcher and because it had been a quiet night in the ER she'd been able to spend much of the night at her bedside. The social worker had been a no show thus far, having been called to another urgent matter. She wondered to herself what could be more urgent than this poor child who they were quite sure had had much more done to her than a fall down the stairs. It was after 3am by the time a room was ready for the girl on the pediatric unit.

She entered back into the trauma room quieting, hoping the child was asleep. She was met with the sad brown eyes looking back at her. "Oh you are still awake. The nurses are ready for you upstairs". Stef. doesn't miss the look of fear that takes over the girls face and she walks over to her bedside and takes her hand. "It's okay sweetheart. The nurses upstairs are very nice. They will take good care of you. Your social worker should be here anytime."

The nurse who'd been sitting next to Callie's bed didn't miss the girls fearful look. "Go on up with her Dr. Foster, we'll page you if anything is incoming"

"What do you think Callie girl?", Stef. asks looking down at the child. Callie reaches her hand towards Stef's and squeezes her fingers. "I'll take that as a yes", Stef. replies, giving the child a smile.

They move Callie upstairs and settle her in her bed on the pediatric unit. After Callie has been tucked in and medicated for what remained of the night Steph pulls up a chair next to the bed sliding her over Callie's. The girl looked exhausted but wasn't easily going to give in to sleep.

"Can you tell me what happened Callie?" she tries again, sliding her other hand through Callie's hair, brushing a few stray hairs off her forehead.

Callie shakes her head ever so slightly that if Stef. hadn't been so intent on watching her she'd have missed it. "You can tell me sweetie, no one is going to hurt you anymore. I promise I won't let that happen."

As much as Callie wanted to open up to this woman who had shown her more kindness than any other person had in the years since her mother's death she couldn't allow herself to. She'd learned the hard way that she couldn't trust anyone but herself or her brother. The medication starts to kick in and her eyelids get heavy. She struggles to keep them open feeling like if she fell asleep the kind doctor sitting next to her would disappear.

"It's okay Callie", Stef. says watching the girl struggle to keep awake. "Go to sleep, I'm going to stay as long as I can. If I have to leave its because there is an emergency downstairs." she explains. She's met with a small squeeze from the child's hand. As Callie gives in to sleep she makes herself comfortable on the chair beside her, hoping that the rest of her shift would pass uneventfully.

There you have it. My first take with a Foster's fanfic. Recently started watching The Foster's and binge watched all the epic's so far. Been awhile since I've written anything so I'm a little rusty. Let me know what you think. Think this will run a few chapters anyways as long as there is some interest in seeing it continue.