A/N: Thank you thank you thank you so much for the amazing response I got for that last chapter!

Here is the latest :)

(Also, we will update We Could Be More as soon as we can)

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"Why can't we see her?" Chloe said, pacing the hospital corridor.

"Just be patient, Chlo'," Aubrey said, sitting very still in the chair, her clasped hands resting on her knees. "They have to run tests." Her voice caught in her throat slightly. She was studying to be a lawyer, specialising in representing women who had been assaulted. She had a good idea of what kind of tests they were currently running on Beca and the thought made her feel sick.

Beca sat silently as they prodded, poked and took swabs and samples from everywhere possible. They kept asking her questions but she didn't respond. She simply stared ahead of her, not really seeing anything.

"Where is she?" Jesse said, rushing into the corridor. He was out of breath and dishevelled, sporting a black eye.

"What the hell happened to you?" Aubrey asked.

"I was at a bar last night and overheard some guys making jokes about Beca's disappearance. So I hit them," he said, scowling. "Where is she?"

"In there," Chloe said, gesturing at the door in front of them. "They're doing tests."

"What kind of tests?" He said, taking up the pacing now Chloe had sat down.

"Use your head, Jesse," Aubrey snapped. "She turns up running through the woods, covered in blood and bruises with hardly any clothes on. What kind of tests do you think they're running?" Chloe let out a sob beside her, burying her face in her hands. A nurse came out of the room, followed by Beca's dad who stormed past them all and out of the corridor.

"He just needs some air," she said in response to their confused looks. "You can see her now, but please take it easy with her. She is very likely traumatised by whatever happened. She hasn't spoken to anyone yet, not even her dad."

"So... So do we know what happened to her?" Aubrey asked.

"We can't know for sure until Beca actually speaks to us, but from her injuries we can make... assumptions," she said, choosing her words carefully.

"What kind of assumptions?" Jesse asked.

"The bruises on her wrists and ankles suggest that wherever she was, she was tied up. She also has bruising on her face and ribs which indicates that she's been beaten. When she was brought in she was dehydrated and it seems she hasn't had a decent meal the entire time she's been missing. She also has bruises on her thighs which could mean any number of things but... But the most likely would be sexual assault, or even attempted sexual assault," the nurse finished sadly. "We won't know for certain until we receive the results of the tests we and the police carried out."

"I can't believe someone did this," Chloe said, feeling sick to her stomach.

"I know," Aubrey said, "but we have to be strong for her."

Chloe nodded before she stood from her chair and took a steadying breath before she moved towards the room.

Jesse beat her to it. He was in the room and had her pulled into a hug before Chloe had even gotten through the door. A second later and Beca had started pulling away from him and panicking. He withdrew quickly, backing away. Beca's hands were in her hair, gripping and pulling at it as she gasped to get her breath back. The nurses began attempting to calm her down. Chloe suppressed every urge she had to rush over to her. She channelled her frustration into reprimanding Jesse.

"What the hell, Jesse? We were told to take it easy," she said.

"You aren't the only one who's missed her Chloe," he spat back. "Why is she scared of me, anyway?"

"Because she's been fucking kidnapped, you idiot!" Aubrey said, rounding on him.

"Enough!" A nurse said. "This isn't helping. Jesse, is it?" She asked turning to him. He nodded. "Okay, Jesse, we're going to need you to step outside." He opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off. "She is obviously uncomfortable around men at the moment. So why don't you come back when she's calmed down?"

While the nurse was easing Jesse out of the room, Chloe's eyes had fallen on Beca and her eyes raked across the injuries that the nurse had described. She was also smaller, paler and thinner than Chloe had ever seen her.

"Hey," Chloe said softly, cautiously approaching her. Beca shifted away slightly, still afraid. "It's me," she said, moving closer. "It's Chloe, I won't hurt you." She held out her hand, waiting for Beca to make the first move. Eventually, Beca reached out and tentatively took Chloe's hand, squeezing it tightly. Chloe saw her knuckles were bruised. "I've missed you so much," she said softly. Beca looked like she wanted to speak. She kept swallowing and opening her mouth before closing it, looking frustrated, blinking back tears. "It's okay," Chloe said, sweeping a tear from her bruised cheek. "You don't have to say anything." They could hear Jesse arguing outside of the room, trying to get in to see Beca and Chloe felt her tense up again. "Come here," Chloe said, opening her arms. Beca didn't hesitate in wrapping her arms around the redhead, burying her head into her chest and gripping her shirt. Chloe gripped her tightly back, closing her eyes as she rested her head on top of Beca's. As her hand moved down Beca's side she could feel her ribs protruding through her skin. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." She placed a cautious kiss on top of her head. Beca started crying, clutching Chloe tighter. "You're okay. I've got you," Chloe said softly, tears making tracks down her own face. "You're safe."

I don't feel safe, Beca thought.

"Beca!" Jesse shouted as he forced his way into the room. "They won't let me in, will you tell them it's okay?" Beca froze in Chloe's arms before slowly extracting herself. She opened her mouth but, again, nothing came out. She looked frantically back to Chloe, her hands shaking again. "Beca! Say something!" Beca's hands were gripping her hair again and her eyes were closed as she tried to force herself to take deep breaths. "Fucking say something!"

"Jesse!" Aubrey yelled at him from Beca's other side. "What's your problem?"

"It's okay Becs," Chloe said softly. "Don't worry if you can't speak, it doesn't matter. Just breathe, okay?" She put her hands on top of Beca's so she would stop pulling at her hair and rested their foreheads together. She kept talking to her in a soft tone while Jesse and Aubrey argued. Eventually, Beca calmed down.

"Beca?!"

"Do you want him to go? Just nod or shake your head," she said in an even quieter voice. Beca nodded her head. "Okay." She turned to face Jesse. "Jess, can you just leave it? Just use your head and think about what she's been through." His expression softened slightly.

"Sorry," he said. "Sorry, Beca. I'll come and see you later." As he left, Beca let out a sigh of relief and lay back against the bed.

"Better?" Chloe asked. She nodded and smiled slightly, taking Chloe's hand and squeezing it.

"We should go too, Chlo'," Aubrey said. "Let her get some rest." Beca's hand instantly tightened around Chloe's.

"Do you want us to stay?" Chloe asked, glancing at Aubrey. Beca nodded. "Okay. We'll stay," she said, smiling at her and squeezing her hand back.

It wasn't long until Beca had fallen asleep. Her dad had briefly come back to check on her before returning home.

"Why do you think she can't speak?" Chloe asked Aubrey as she played with the tiny DJ's hair.

"I don't know," Aubrey said. "Some kind of psychological reason? Maybe she's scared that if she talks she'll say the name of whoever took her. Or maybe if she talks they'll ask her to recount what happened, and she's probably not ready to do that."

"Why would she protect him?"

"In case he comes back? I don't know, Chlo'. It's just a theory," Aubrey said, reaching across so her thumbs could brush across the bruises that wrapped around her wrist.

"If I ever find out who did this, I'll kill them," Chloe said.

"You and me both," Aubrey said.