Simon began caring for you after he was called for backup to rescue a teen from a dangerous environment. He was working along with CPS at the time, walking into the house to find you, a 15-year-old girl, curled into a ball on her bed, sobbing. Your father fought for you to stay at that house, but it was no use as Simon had escorted you out. After months of paperwork, he was finally able to house you. For now, the arrangement is temporary, but you were starting to grow on him.

People can go from people you know, to people you don't. It was a quote that Simon heard often. You told him it often. You were always worried about fucking up so bad that Simon would leave you. Yes, he knew you had problems, problems that he couldn't solve. But, he never expected them to get this bad. Now, at 15, you were standing in front of him, looking disoriented and far from sober. You have a knife in your hands, pointing the tip at Simon with pure fear in your eyes. He is shocked and confused, trying to make you calm down. Everytime eh got closer, you backed away from him, eventually backing yourself into a corner.

"Calm down. Calm down," Simon seethed as he wrapped his arms around you, suddenly pinning your arms to your sides in a tight bear hug. His voice was stern, but you have never heard him this concerned. "Please calm down..."