Noah Puckerman lived for his job. Being a police man not only gave him a thrill but he was able to protect people, and that's the kind of person he was. A protector. He had wanted nothing more to get married and have a baby, but his wife…well now ex-wife, cheated on him after a year of marriage and now Puck was single. Twenty-seven and single.

He walked into the station, dropping his duffel bag onto a chair and glancing around. Where was everybody? During the graveyard shift on a Tuesday night, there was usually heaps of people lingering around the station as nothing much happened, so they would play cards or read up on files. But he had not spotted anyone, which was quite strange. He went to check the list of calls they had gotten that night, and noting that the last once was about three hours ago, he was surprised that they hadn't returned…or gotten any more calls. He was about to wander to his desk to check a file, when he heard a loud scream. Puck went straight to the holding cells, making sure that anyone in there was alright, but the only person was a drunken man who looked on the verge of passing out. He frowned, striding past the cells to go to the other offices. He poked his head into one, eyes widening at what he saw. There was a young blonde girl in Officer Hudson's arms, screaming loudly, as he rocked her. Puck stared at them, more details coming to light now. The girl was wearing a large males t-shirt, which he recognised as Finn's shirt. All she had on her bottom half was a fluffy diaper, revealing her bruised bony legs. "Is there any way I can help, Finn?" Puck spoke loudly but not threateningly, his voice kind despite the volume. Finn turned to face him, arms tightening around the hysterical girl, as Kitty walked calmly into the room. "Go explain it to him." She instructed to Finn, allowing Finn to transfer the girl into her arms. The screams increased in volume but Kitty wrapped the girl in the large blanket that she had brought from the other room, allowing the girl to hide her face, which effectively quietened her screaming. 'Go on, if I've got it under control." Kitty hissed, tilting her head towards the doorway.

"What the hell is going on?" Puck asked, glancing at the door as Finn quickly shut it. Finn walked to his office and Puck followed, waiting impatiently for answer. Finn tossed down a file onto his desk, frowning. "Her name is Quinn Fabray. She's twenty. Kitty was responding to a public disturbance call down at the bar, that's how we got the drunken guy. But when she was putting him in the back, she heard crying come from a car. Somebody had locked her into a car, in a baby seat in the back seat. The windows were tinted and she wouldn't have noticed her, if she had been quiet." Finn spoke. "We haven't figured out who locked her in the car or why they would do that. We only managed to figure out her name and age by matching her picture online. We've called the hospital, and she has quite a few medical records, especially in the last two years." He explained, as Puck peered at the file. "A baby seat? With a baby bag with diapers and a baby blanket?" He asked, looking quite confused. "Yes, that's what confused us. We need to do questioning and see if we can figure anything out, but Kitty's guess is abuse. I don't think she's too far off, after seeing her bruises."

Quinn had been sedated for most of the first few week that they had been in there, but now the hospital was requesting a psychologist visit. And they were more than nervous about it.

Puck's heart broke, watching Quinn through the one sided glass. They could see her, they being Puck, Finn & Kitty, but Quinn and the psychologist could not see them. Quinn was curled up in a tight ball, rocking back and forth and shaking, refusing to say anything. "C'mon sweetheart, we can do anything you want." The psychologist, Emma, cooed. Quinn shook violently, her head darting back and forth so fast, that it had to be painful. "She needs one of us in there." Puck blurted out. "She needs a familiar face. She might not talk, but we need to prevent a panic attack." He added. Kitty rubbed at her eyes. "I'll cry if I go in there, and Finn looks too exhausted to do that." She mumbled. "I'll go in then." Puck stepped out of the room and into the small play room that they had set up, to try and make Quinn feel comfortable. "Hey there pumpkin." He called out softly, so not to startle her, waiting by the door for her to respond. Quinn didn't move but she whispered something, eyes downcast. "Speak up, sweetheart. My ears don't have super hearing." He cooed, coaxing her gently. "Noh?" She spoke a little louder, her voice barely audible. "That's right, I'm Noah. You clever girl." Puck cooed, taking that as a cue to move closer to her. He crouched down beside her. "Noh's allowed to touch you, isn't he?" He cooed and smiled when she nodded speedily. "That's my girl." He knelt down now, wrapping his muscly arms around her petite frame, coaxing her into his arms. "There we go, no more curled up..don't want to hurt." He soothed, running a gentle hand down her spine, being careful of the bruises he knew were there. After a few minutes, Quinn had calmed down. She was now curled around his arms, clinging on tightly but no longer looking so panicked and she was actually looking at him, her hazel eyes innocent. "Hey angel." Puck smiled. "Why don't we look at the nice psychologist and answer a few questions?" He asked and nodded slowly when some fear returned to her eyes and she tugged at his shirt, shaking her head. "You don't have to leave my arms, your safe in them. I have big super hero muscles." He joked, kissing her nose. "I'll help you answer the questions.": He added, looking towards the psychologist. "Only a few right? We don't want to stress her out." He frowned. "Only a few for now." Emma smiled and Puck nodded, paying attention as the questions started being vocalised, keeping a protective grip on Quinn.