I am back with a new story! When Erin is assigned to a community outreach class, one that revolves directly around elementary aged students, she meets eleven-year-old Robbie. While teaching this class, Erin starts noticing Robbie more and more, until she finally realizes what is going on in that busy head of hers.

While reading, please be aware of the PG-13 rating. This story deals with heavy topics such as abuse (physical, mental, sexual), alcoholism, and drug use.

I hope you enjoy the prologue, and don't forget to review your thoughts, favorite, and follow the story if you like it!

* I DO NOT OWN THE CHICAGO P.D. CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE STORY LINE THAT I HAVE CREATED*

School. Most students dread going to school, spending seven hours a day in the hot, stuffy building surrounded by the annoying teachers, graded papers, and even more classwork. Not for me, though. For me, school is a sanctuary. A place to go where I am able to breathe freely without being judged (for the most part). School was my sanctuary. Until she showed up and started ruining everything.

Present Day- Erin's POV

As usual for a Monday morning, the squad room is hectic. Uniformed police officers are coming in and out with a variety of different reports, some that the Intelligence Unit will handle, while others are ones that we can send back down stairs. These are the days that I thrive on. These are the days that make me love being a detective so much.

I sit at my tidy desk, a cup of warm coffee in my hand. Even as the rising temperatures of summer grows near, I keep with my hot brew. Iced coffee is not one of my favorites, to say the least. On the corner of my desk, next to files from a recently closed case, is a picture frame. It has a picture of Voight, Camille, Justin, and me, before Camille was diagnosed with cancer. It is one of my favorite pictures that I have cherished ever since Camille had it printed for me. Hank and Camille had a pool in the back of their house. When I first started living with them, I was hesitant to join in on their afternoons of swimming. But as I gradually became more comfortable, they couldn't keep my out. The picture was taken by one of Camille's friends. A young Justin sits on top of Hank's shoulder's while Camille and I stand next to them, a good majority of our bodies covered by the pool water. I still don't know how I ended up with that much luck and was able to land in the Voight's home.

While typing in my password to unlock my computer, I am interrupted my Hank's rough voice. "Lindsay! My office!" he calls from his door. Without hesitating, I stand from the rolling chair, watching the men in my unit track me with their eyes as I make my way into my boss' office, closing the door behind me.

"Everything alright?" I ask, once inside and sitting at one of the chairs in front of his desk. He holds a manila folder in his hands, frustration covering his face. I sit back, expecting the worse.

"First of all, let me say that I am not happy with the department's choice in this assignment," he grumbles, flipping through the papers in the files. "However, it is not my decision, therefore all commands are final."

Voight hands over the folder, finally allowing me to see what he has been withholding from me. On the front cover is a picture of the thumbs up emoji that I recognize from my cell phone. Above it, is the acronym S. A. C. Below the picture, reads in italics, Students Against Crime.

I've heard about this program from Burgess on a few occasions, but I am not exactly sure what it is, or why Voight is handing me packets of information regarding it.

"S.A.C is a community outreach programs to the elementary schools in Chicago. Officer McGuire, from the outreach department, usually goes to one of the schools to teach a five-week program about making good choices," he rolls his eyes at the cliché. "But as you know -."

"McGuire retired," I finish before he can. Officer McGuire had been with the department for forty years, working with the kids to keep them out of juvie. "But with him gone, how will the program continue?"

Hank smirks, "Our wonderful captain has requested that a detective with more hands on experience with crime would teach one of the courses." My eyes widen, "Then, she went one to ask if you, specifically, were available once a week for two hours."

"No way," I immediately start shaking my head. It isn't like I don't want to help, and of course I want to reduce the amount of juvenile crime on our streets, it's just that, how am I qualified to teach the course? How am I, when I have been in juvie a few times, even allowed to be a role model for students.

"Erin, it's not my decision or yours. Your first class is tomorrow morning at eight. You are expected at Morrison Elementary fifteen minutes before that time."

Present Day – Robbie

As quietly as I can, I slip out of my first floor bedroom window, sliding skillfully down the wall and landing with my feet firmly on the ground. I wince slightly, as my cheek brushes the siding of the window, the fresh bruise on my face throbbing on contact. Behind me, I pull my bag out of the room, and close the window shut, making sure that no one, especially not my parents, knows how I got out.

Even though it is early in the morning, the sun is already shining brightly on my overgrown lawn. And, despite the heat, I pull my sleeves down further, double checking to make sure that my skin has not become visible after my escape. I can't risk that.

My feet, covered in beat up converse, pad across the grass, trying to be as quiet as possible in order to avoid waking my parents up. Though it is almost impossible to wake them up from their drunken slumber, I leave with extreme caution.

I follow the same route I go every other day, my mind wandering as I turn down Monroe Street, and up St. Joe Avenue, my mind and body working on auto pilot as I maneuver my way toward the school. I don't snap out of my gaze until I hear the familiar screams of the kindergarten children, or the annoying laughter coming from the students in my grade.

As much as I despise my classmates, and as much as their constant chatter and teasing makes me want to crawl out of my skin, school is my only getaway, my only escape from reality. If anything were ever to change that, I don't know what I would do.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to review, follow, and favorite. The following chapters will have much more of the storyline, unlike this prologue which was just an introduction to the characters and the story.

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