Hi guys had some more free time today so thought I'd give you all another update. I'll be honest I don't think this is one of my better chapters, but I'll let you guys be the judge. Hope you enjoy.


She lay curled up on the cold cell floor shaking and sobbing whilst the guard made himself presentable. He buckled his belt back up and retrieved the tray of food from the bed he then approached the woman on the floor that he'd broken and violated. Kneeling down he placed the tray onto the floor next to her.

"That food is certainly well deserved love. Eat up and maybe you'll be able to give up a better fight next time." His voice was cold, he didn't care what he'd done to her, there was no remorse. The words 'next time' rung in her ears as he left her cell. The thought of this disgusting man laying his hands on her again made her want to vomit. She didn't move from her position on the floor but stared at the food that was only inches away from her, tears trickling down her face as she remembered bits of what had occurred only moments ago. The smell of his aftershave filling the room, the taste of his mouth lingering on her lips and the feeling of his hands still touching her body. She wasn't going to be able to survive in prison especially with this man that prayed on the vulnerable. So instead of eating the food that her body so desperately needed she lay there letting weakness and tiredness take over her body and drifted off into the depths of darkness.

In the meantime the guard locked the cell door from the outside only to turn around and be to face one of the female prison officers.

"Fine day today isn't it?" He asked her moving closer to her.

"What were you doing in there?" she replied quietly avoiding his question.

"Oh. Me and Mrs Beauchamp were just having a friendly old chat." He replied folding his arms in front of himself. "Have you got a problem with that Casey?" he asked moving a set closer to her.

"No." she answered quickly.

"Good. I'll see you around Casey." He took another step closer so close that she felt his breath on her face he then took a step around her and walked off down the corridor. Casey opened the window on Connie cell door to see the woman curled up on the floor. Seeing the woman on the floor brought back bad memories of what had happened to her not too long ago. Even though it was against the rules and regulations of the police force she felt the urge to go in and help the woman out. She opened the cell door and walked over to Connie shaking her softly in order to bring her from her sleep. Connie flinched at the woman's touch unaware that there was someone present. Casey looked into her eyes, the pain that she saw she recognised. She held out her hand for Connie to take and pulled her up from the floor before leading her to sit onto the bed.

"Why are you helping me?" Connie croaked her throat sore from her sobbing.

"Because you don't deserve this. No one deserves this." Casey answered comfortingly. "You need to report this so it doesn't happen again."

"No!" Connie exclaimed fear beginning to take hold of her again.

"I came here to tell you that your being released. You wont be in here any more so he can't hurt you. What he's done to you he's done before you need to make sure that he doesn't do this to anyone else." Connie's eyes lit up at the thought of being released however she couldn't help but think that it was just that bit too late. If only she could have been released a couple of hours before this wouldn't have happened she wouldn't be the damaged woman that she was now. Something that had also caught her attention was the way that the guard was looking at her, there was a hint of hurt in the guards eyes something connected with her, there was a sense of understanding.

"When can I leave?" Connie asked sitting up straighter.

"I'll lead you out now."The guard answered hearing Connie let out a breath of relief. "You can make a report before we leave."

"No. I just want to go home." Connie answered noting the dissapointment on the guards face. "I'll think about it though." She added.

Connie collected all of her stuff that was taken from her when she was arrested. Casey had made a number of attempts to get Connie to file a report on the male guard that she now knew was called Jason but she just couldn't go through explaining to another person what had happened. The shame that she felt in letting herself get into that situation. She remembered what she told patients which went through similar scenarios, she always told them that if they report the crime then the criminal was getting away with it, that they win. She was never good at listening to advice let alone especially her own advice. The last few months had been grueling on her, she just couldn't wait to get back to work and bury herself in paperwork to take her mind off of everything. She felt the fresh air hit her cheeks as she took her first few steps out of the building. Although it had only been a few days it felt like a lifetime. Someone calling her name grabbed her attention.

"Connie, over here." It was none other than Charlie Fairhead. The man that had stuck by her side this entire time, the man who had thought she was innocent from the very beginning. "Fancy a lift?" he asked opening the passenger side door of his car. Charlie could see the joy in her eyes at being released by he also sensed something else that he'd not noticed whilst visiting her in prison. It was something knew, however it wasn't something that he was going to bring up now. Shutting the passenger side down after Connie got in her went and go into the drivers side.

"Where will it be Mrs Beauchamp?" He asked pretending to her personal chauffeur.

"The ED please Charlie. There's a few things I'd like to pick up."

"Do you really think that's a good idea? You've only just got out." Charlie stated concerned.

"I wont cause any trouble, there's just a few files that I want to collect."

"OK the ED it is."

The journey was quiet to the hospital other than Charlie asking if she was ok every five minute which had started to get on Connie's nerves. She told him she was fine but she knew she was far from fine. She'd disguised the bruises on her wrists by wearing her suit jacket and she'd cleaned the small amount of blood off of the back of her head in the toilets of the prison. He didn't need to know what happened to her in there. She knew he'd want her to stay with him for a few nights but all she wanted to do was get her stuff from the hospital, work on some paperwork and drown her sorrows in red wine. That was her coping mechanism and it had worked so far in her life.

Connie got out of the car as they got to the hospital noting the shocked looks she was getting from colleagues that walked past.

"You stay here, I'll only be a few minutes." Connie stated. Charlie was about to argue back before his phone began to ring.

"I'd better answer this. I'll be here if you need me." Connie gave him a smile and walked through the front doors of the ED. It seemed to be quiet in the hospital which became even more obvious when she saw the collection of doctors and nurses chatting at the work station. The chatting was silences when they heard the familiar sound of high heels tapping on the floor getting closer and closer. She didn't say anything to them, she didn't even look at them, she just had a quick glance at the group and the opened the door to her office before shutting it softly behind her.

"Didn't expect that." Lofty said to Robyn.

"No. She didn't even look at us. I expected her to at least shout, maybe throw a few things?"

"Why do I feel bad?" Lofty asked solemnly.

"I don't know but I feel bad too." Robyn answered "Maybe we should say something to her?"

"Are you volunteering?" a voice said behind her. She turned around to be towered over than Henrik Hanssen.

Connie could hear the chatter start back up as she entered the room. Gossip had never really bothered her before but this time it did. It hurt her. She had no one, well she had Charlie but she still felt so alone. Maybe it was time for her to move on, perhaps move to America and be closer to Grace. She grabbed the files that she'd come for and exited her office again closing the door softly behind herself.

"Leaving so soon Mrs Beauchamp?" Hanssen asked.

"Henrik what are you.." she started aware that everyone was still hovering around close. She now could see both Rita and Zoe had joined the group of onlookers.

"Doing here? Well I've been asked to come back. I was so sorry to hear about your ordeal. I'm glad it's now sorted." Hanssen was too close to Connie she could feel herself begin to breath heavily.

"Thank you." She stated taking a step away from him. She pulled the files closer to her chest in a way of protecting herself. She knew that Hansen wasn't a threat to her especially with all the people around her but she couldn't help but remember the last time a man got close to her. Charlie was different she felt safe around him, but everyone else was a different story.

"I wanted to let you know that your position here hasn't changed, but I suggest that you take some time off to get over what has happened. I've got to say that your looking a bit worse for wear." he chuckled at the last bit but hardened his face when he didn't get a reaction out of her, which was something he would have got back when they were working together in Darwin.

"Hanssen I thinks it's time..." she was interrupted again.

"The last time we spoke you resigned. I'm not prepared to let you do that again, it was one my worst mistakes letting you go even after calling me a depressing giant swede and Henrik Hitler. Which I must say was part of one of the best resignations I've had the pleasure of listening to." Both Hanssen and Connie noticed the muffled laughs from the people behind them but decided to ignore them. "Take some time that's all I ask before you make your final decision." He made to place a hand on her shoulder but was surprised when she flinched away which didn't go unnoticed by everyone else.

"Dont..." she said her voice quivering slightly she held her hand up in front of her to stop him "I'll think about it." She said before racing off into the fresh air outside. Taking deep breaths she began to compose herself again before hearing yet again the familiar voice of Charlie Fairhead.

"Connie!" Charlie shouted to her his phone pressed against his ear still. She went over to him. "It's Louis, he's been beaten up." she stated frantically.

"Where is he?" Connie asked full of concern.

"Bucharest."


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