A/N: just a quick few chapter fic, jano how it is :P rhirhi73 did know about this story so it is...

DEDICATED TO HER! (Top that) ;P

So anyway on with the story...

Strolling contentedly down the hallway, Sahira smiled radiantly at Greg as he handed her a coffee and, as their hands brushed, her heart stuttered excitedly. If she was being completely honest with herself; Sahira had never been happier, her life had taken an unexpected turn for the better and she felt euphorically blissful most of the time now. It was like she had been swimming through stormy waters for so long, and she had finally found a safe haven where the boiling, bubbling sea couldn't get her. Even Greg had noticed the change in her, and was now standing with her, drinking coffee and laughing contentedly, but Jac had other ideas completely. She came over, chewed them both out and shoved a file on Sahira before stalking off into the bustle. Sahira and Greg were snorting with laughter when they finally parted ways and Sahira had to forcibly apply a straight face before she waltzed into the room of her next patient, still with a massive grin plastered on her face.

The smile vanished in an instant when she finally looked up; it slid away and was replaced by a look of fear that would strike even Hanssen to a standstill. She knew this man; knew him and feared him. How had he found her? Eyes as wide as a bush baby's, she stumbled foreword, stuttering her words and forcing them out with difficulty. Terror had washed over her in a tidal wave, drowning her. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't feel her heart beating. Everything had stopped and the world seemed to move around her in nightmarish slow motion. Hopping to his feet with a patronizing smirk, the form that was sitting on the bed had sauntered over to her as she was frozen to the spot. Her breaths dragged their way through her teeth and she closed her eyes, praying this was all some sort of sick nightmare. Although she was trying to breathe as normally as possible, a great shuddering breathe was caught short and pushed out of her as she felt herself slam into the opposite wall. All her horrendous childhood memories rushed into her mind and she screamed a loud long shriek. However the malevolent look in his eyes silenced her in moments and his fingers cut into the flesh at the top of her arms but she barley felt the flash of pain, only focused on how her feet were leaving the floor. Screaming at the top of her voice, she jerked her legs outwards, hoping to strike him in a place that would shock him enough for him to loosen his grip, but failed. Tears streamed down her face, and she resided herself to whatever he wanted to do to her, the scream choked out and being replaced with sobs.

Rifling through a stack of paperwork, Greg sighed as he felt his brain turning to mush; on the very edge of his range of hearing he thought he heard a shriek.

"Did you hear that?" he asked Jac, glancing over to the place he thought he heard the sound emit from. "Hear what?" she answered absentmindedly, picking up a file, before he could form an explanation another shrill scream blare down the corridor, louder than the other, and so filled with terror both Jac and Greg were sprinting flat out down the corridor with worry. Pulling ahead of Greg Jac slammed open the door to the room and, a few seconds later, Greg skidded in beside her. His heart froze colder than any ice when he surveyed the scene before him. The patient had Sahira pinned to the wall, lifted from the ground, with a macabre grin splitting his lips, Sahira was kicking out, tears streaming down her face, but I was the look in her eyes that trapped him where he stood. Terror filled her eyes, a terror so awe consuming and soul destroying that only someone with a heart of ice (Jac) could get past it. But the most worrying thing was that Greg recognized that expression. His friends had worn it, as had he as a child; he felt sick to his stomach. Jac managed to drag the figure from Sahira; she dropped to the floor and bolted. Time regained its place in the world and Greg tore after her, his heart pounding the whole way.

All he could see was her long hair swishing from side to side with every step; he could hear her desperate sobs like those of a terrified animal. Disinfectant, the smell he had gotten used to over the years, assaulted his senses and made him nauseous and the entire normal bustle and noise that filled the hospital was transformed into a blur of pastel colours. Begging his muscles to work harder, he pounded onwards, just managing to grab her arm and spin her around, capturing her wrists to keep her from running. Sahira struggled desperately, trying to hit out, retching herself from one side to the other, frantic half formed screams tumbled out of her mouth and the tears didn't stop. He pulled her through the closest door, which led to a cupboard which held cleaning supplies.

"Let me go!" she begged desolately, not accepting this was Greg, only that someone had chased her and forced her into a tiny room, a room where the walls seemed to be closing in on her.

He cupped her tearstained face gently, forcing her to look at him. Dark, tear filled eyes finally rested on his and she relaxed immediately, she whispered his name with relief, resting her head on his chest. His arms were around her in seconds and the tears dried up almost instantly, she felt safe and loved in his arms. She lifted her head tentatively, until she was the same height as him.

"Thank you" she muttered "For saving me" she elaborated

Their eyes met and for a few minutes there were no words, but a thousand things were said.

"Who is he?" Greg asked anxiously, dreading the answer.

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