The guards just sighed and walked away as Danny pushed herself into the corner, her hands covering her ears as she screamed and cried.

Will had his hands on the bars of his cell trying to calm her down, "Danny, focus on me, on my voice Danny."

Danny took her shaking hands away from her head and looked up, focusing on Will. She had decided that his eyes were silver instead of 'Grayish blue'. His stubble had grown into a light beard over the past day that he had been in the hospital. She noticed how he avoided everyone's eyes, including hers.

"T-thank you, Will." She said gently, wiping the tears off her face.

Will didn't reply, he just studied her. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, the kind of blue that you look at and think they can see into your soul but at this moment, they appeared softer than they had before. Fragile. She had a long thin nose and full lips giving her a slightly Audrey Hepburn look.

They lay down on their beds and started making small talk, "Do you have any pets?" Danny asked, Will chuckled slightly at the question.

"I have lots of dogs, I kind of just...take them in." Will sighed, he missed his dogs.

"So who's looking after then now?" She asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"Dr. Alana Bloom." Will said.

Danny couldn't stop the small flutter her heart have out. She couldn't explain the feeling, she had become fond of Will over the past day and a half.

"I had a dog when I was 18 but she got hit by a car." I said sadly, he let out a small 'oh'.

Days turned into weeks in the hospital and eventually, Will's trial came a long. Danny ducked her head under the covers as he changed into his suit.

"Okay you can look now." He said shyly.

Danny peeked her head over the thin covers, her heart pounding when she saw him in his suit.

"You look handsome." She smiled.

The guards let Will out of his cell, he crossed the yellow line to Danny's cell almost automatically. She grabbed her brush and walked towards him, brushing his hair and straightening his tie. It felt weird to touch him. She had known him for weeks but she had never touched him, felt his soft skin. She wondered what would happen if the bars weren't there.

"Good luck Will." She whispered, the air between them felt fragile.

He looked into her eyes for the first time. They had never made proper eye contact, but it felt right this time. It felt special. Eventually, Will walked away to go to his trial.

"Damn, I bet if you weren't both behind bars he'd have you up the duff." A guard winked, his accent was thick and British.

"Up the duff?" Danny questioned.

"Pregnant." Another guard, Daniel, translated.

"He doesn't seem like the affectionate type. I doubt he'd pay any attention to me if we weren't in the same block." She sighed, sitting down on her bed.

Danny didn't mind the guards winding her up whenever Will left to see visitors. She had been in the hospital for 7 months now, the guards were like brothers to her.

"Now, do you promise to be good while we go pick Will up from the gates?" Daniel teased.

"No actually, I might set the place on fire with my hair brush." Danny joked, they rolled their eyes at her and left.

Daniel put will back in his cell, "How did it go?" Danny asked, playing with the blanket the covered her lap.

"I'm not sure yet, I'm back at court tomorrow." Will shrugged.

Danny sighed. Part of her hoped that Will's trial would go wrong, that he'd have to stay with her. She knew it was wrong to think that but she couldn't help it, she really liked Will and being alone had gotten boring.

"Will, I've been locked in here for 7 months and, no offence Dr Chilton, it's been torture. I'm not letting you stay here, I promise you that your trial will go perfectly." Danny promised, Will just looked at her with wide eyes.

He had never been friends with someone. Not proper friends anyway, he had never been able to talk to anyone without it being about work or him being completely crazy. The feeling that bubbled in his stomach when he looked at her was foreign to him. So naturally, he had backed away from the feelings, pretending that they weren't there.

Will knew what Danny was saying wasn't true, she couldn't promise that the trial would go well but he felt warmer inside after hearing her say that it's be alright.

Jack Crawford ran in between their cells, turning to Will with desperation on his face.

"It's the judge. Someone killed the judge."

/authors note: hey guys! So I don't exactly know where this is going but I have a few ideas. Please leave a review if you enjoyed this and if I get anything wrong about schizophrenia please correct me as I'd really hate to offend someone. I love you all.