Brian and A.J. laughed uncontrollably as Kevin jokingly tried to hit Howie's high notes with the radio.

As his voice broke halfway up, Kevin exploded with laughter.

A.J. took his hands off the wheel of his car to wipe the tears of laughter out of his eyes. As he did, the car swerved to the left and illuminated the shoulder for a moment before Brian grabbed the wheel from the passenger's seat and straightened out the car.

"A.J. , stop. I saw something back there." Kevin said from the backseat.

"Where?" A.J. asked as he stopped the car.

"Go back a little."

A.J. put the car in reverse and backed up until Kevin said, "There! See, there's something under the bush. I see something white."

Brian squinted, then said, "Yeah, I see something too." A.J. turned the car so that the headlights were pointing at the bushes and put the car in park. The three of them got out of the car and approached the flash of white.

Brian hummed the theme to the X-Files, but stopped when he saw the girl. Kevin and A.J. were chuckling at Brian, but the also stopped and fell silent when they caught up to him and saw her. They looked at each other for a moment, then at the girl again.

She was about 5'6, with a slim, curvy body and shoulder-legnth, straight brown hair.

"What's she look to you, sixteen, maybe seventeen?" Kevin asked softly.

"Seventeen, tops." A.J. answered, whispering. "So, uh, where do you think the rest of her clothes are?"

Kevin and Brian shrugged, but didn't look up. She was wearing a burgundy satin bra and matching panties. The flash of white Kevin had seen was the remains of a torn T-shirt, ripped completely down the front.

"Maybe she's homeless." Brian said, moving to stand by Kevin so that none of the light from the car's headlights was blocked.

"I don't think so," A.J. said, "She's wearing a gold necklace and bracelet and Christian Dior underwear."

Kevin and Brian looked at him, but A.J. just shrugged and said, "Trust me." with a slight smile.

"A hooker?" Brian guessed again. "I don't think so, cuz. She's too clean. Her hair, well, the half out of the mud, is neat and shiny. Hookers don't take care of themselves this well."

This time, A.J. looked at Kevin questionably.

"I saw it on an HBO special." Kevin said sheepishly.

"Yeah, right." A.J. grinned.

Kevin bent over and slowly slid one arm under her knees and the other under one arm and around her back and picked her up gently.

"Kev, what are you doing?"

"Taking her home, A.J."

"Are you crazy? We don't know who she is!"

"Well, we can't leave her here!"

"Yeah, who knows who'll come by here next, or when. At least this way we'll know she's safe." Brian interrupted as he opened the back door of the car to let Kevin in. "Really A.J., how dangerous could she be?" he continued.

Brian opened his mouth again, about to say something when Kevin said, "Guys, look at this." A.J. turned towards the backseat and saw her face in the light.

"She's been beaten."