In case you guys didn't know the pairing is STAYING Francis and Zoey. And I'll try to stay on track with this story and update on more often. Also if you people don't like the story and how it's going then don't read this! Just a warning for you people it's going to get a little conflicted cause not only am I gonna try to follow the show, but it's going to get a little deep. It's rated T for a reason people. It's going to have cuss words and other stuff as well so if you people don't like it then don't read it because not all of the chapters are going to be sugar coated. On with the sorry. I don't own anything cept Zoey and her friends.

By the time Zoey and her family made it back to New York her stress level was equal to Doc's when worrying about his wife and son on a mission. They could do nothing to calm the girl down and she wouldn't calm down till she made sure Darla was alright and that monster was in jail for a long time. When they did make it back they wanted to run by Zoey's apartment to get her a change of clothes, but she would have not of that. Friends came first in her book. Knowing that she wouldn't back down they went with her to SVU headquarters where they met up with Max.

"Zoey! Thank God you're okay."

Max ran right up to Zoey and wrapped her up in a hug lifting her up off the floor.

"Where's Darla? Is she okay? Was she...?"

"She's waiting for her mom cause she can't give her statement with out a parent or guardian. Yes, she's fine. She has some bruises on her arms and a red mark on her face. But she gave him a nice kick abdominal. I think you're starting to rub off on her Zo."

"Excuse me, but if you don't mind me asking who are you and how do you know our daughter."

Looking at her father Max walked up to them with a expression Zoey knew all to well.

"I'm her best friend and the person who has looked after her for the last eleven years. Who are you?"

Getting between the Max and her father Zoey finally spoke up, "Please don't do this! Dad this is my best friend Max. Max this is my...family."

"Your parents," Max looked at Zoey then Doc and Drew. He could tell they had some similarities. The biggest of all was how much Zoey and Zak looked a like even though they were fraternal.

"Sorry that we had to meet on these circomstances Mr. and Mrs.?"

"Doc Saturday. This is my wife Drew and our son Zak."

"Nice to meet you. Please forgive me for earlier...I'm a little on edge right now."

Zak took that moment to speak first, "Don't worry about I am curious though. How do you know my sister?"

"We grew up in the system together. Zoey was only a baby when she arrived the group home I was staying so I pretty much took it upon myself to look after her. Even when I was adopted I helped her fight to gain independence. I wasn't about to leave her in that group home one minute then later on see her on the streets doing something she shouldn't even be doing."

"Okay enought about my sob story past I just see Darla and make sure that she's okay cause if not I'm gonna find that son of a bitch and make him wish that he was far away from me!"

Doc to say was surprised by his daughters choice of words. He never heard an eleven year old say something like that and he wasn't going to let his own daughter talk like that, "Young lady I don't ever want to her you say something like that again. I know your worried, but that doesn't mean you can say anything like that again. Do I make myself clear?"

Looking at her dad and the dissaproving look Zoey felt like she dissapointed him. This was crazy! She just found these people and now she was starting to feel remorse. The walls she had spent years building around her heart were starting to crumble and she didn't like it. When your in the system your bounced from foster home to foster home. Not knowing if things are going to work out, or if the family is nice, or if your ever going to find where you belong. She wasn't going to let herself get hurt by these people.

"I'm sorry, but right now my best friend is in pain so excuse me for being a little upset right now. It is taking every fiber of my being not to do something that will get me arrested and/or set to jail. And to top it off I can't go see her. So ya I'm having a pretty screwed up day so I think that gives me the right to say a few curse words right now."

"Excuse me ma'am, but you need to calm down."

"I want to see my daughter now! Her name is Darla Candle and she was taken here so don't tell me to calm down!"

Near the elevators a African-American woman was arguing with one of the detectives and by the look of things was not about to back down. She was wearing a navy blue business suit with black pumps and a Gucci and Gabbana hand bag. Shoulder length black hair made her stunning green eyes show just how much worry, fear, and determination shined in them. With full lips and a dark skin tone the woman was very attractive you could easily see that the woman was Darla's mother Astird Candle.

"Mrs. Candle, Darla's alright, but right now you need to calm down. If not for you sake then for Darla cause right now she needs her mother now more that ever," replied Max to the frantic mother/business woman.

"I'm sorry...it's just...no one told me what's going on. All I know is that my husband has been arrested and that they need me so they can question Darla."

It was clear to anyone that the poor woman had no clue had no clue about what her husband was doing to their daughter. Now Zoey felt kind of bad thinking the woman was a horrible mother and need a good kick in the rear.

Sympathizing with with the poor woman Drew's heart went out to her, "I understand that you're worried about your daughter so why don't you go talk to detective and go see Darla."

Noting that there were other people besides Max and the officer she was yelling at Astrid saw that Darla's best friend Zoey Wheeler and a few other people where there as well.

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"I'm Zoey's mother Drew Saturday. This is my husband Doc and our son Zak."

Tuning out what they were saying Zoey went to get a drink from the water fountain cause for some reason she felt like no matter how much she would drink that it wouldn't be enough. Right when she was about to take a sip the one person she did not want to see at the moment showed up. Being escorted by two police officers was Hadrian Candle. Darla's so called father and Zoey's number one enemy. Just thinking bout what he did made her blood boil with anger just one touch of her skin could burn someone. Literally. Steam was coming off of her hands and it only got worse when the monster looked right at giving her a knowing smirk. Try and attack me you little reject. Go ahead and try was the message he was sending her which only fueled the fire inside her to the point her hands were turning red.

They say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," well Zoey begged to differ. She had never wanted to hurt someone as much as she wanted to kill that man. Without even knowing flames eveloped her hands. Fueled by her anger and fustration Zoey started walking over to Hadrian with the intention of gripping his neck when someone grabbed her arm stopping her. Coming out of her daze Zoey looked to see Doyle holding on to her arm, stopping her from going over and taking a life.

"Zoey," said Doyle,"think about what your about to do."

Looking at her in the eyes Doyle could tell that she was out for blood. He'd seen that look so many times he could see if from a mile away and it did not look good on his nieces' face.

"If you go over there what will you do? Cause if you kill him you'll only cause Darla and the rest of us more pain. She's been betrayed by her father and now he's going to suffer for what he has done. And if you go over there not only will you hurt the people who need you right now, but you won't be any better than him."

Eyes closed and taking a deep breath Zoey took his words into consideration. If she killed him there would be one less peadofile on the street, but his blood would be on her hands. Darla was already hurting and so was her poor mother who had no idea about what was going on. Could she really let the anger within her take over and kill a man. Or would she calm down and let the justice system take over?

With one last glace that could freeze hell its self she let the fire in her hands die down till the very last smoke cloud disappeared.

"I know you want to protect your friends, but you can't do it like this Little Lady."

"Then how can I? No one knew what was going on...not even her mother and she's a criminal profiler."

"Sometimes when it's the ones we love we become blind. The only thing that you can do is be there for her and help her threw this Zoey-Bell. Cause I got a feeling she's blaming herself and she really needs one of the few people that can help her to try and move on."

Letting herself be escorted back to her family and friends Zoey instandly wrapped her arms around Darla in a bone crushing hug.

"I'm here for you Darla-Boo and I will do whatever it takes to help you move on. No matter what.

That's it for now guys. I have to work in the morining and I need my rest. Gonna try and update real soon. Love you guys. R&R please!