Sighing Lee took out his phone as he closed the kitchen doors behind him. He didn't want Lucy to listen to the conversation he was about to have. Dialling the number he muttered to himself as he took out two mugs to make tea as he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, cursing slightly as water splashed onto his t-shirt.

"Tim!" Lee exclaimed as the ringing finished, he was worried and the only person he could think of turning to was Tim.

"How's Lucy?" Was the first question he had as Lee sighed, Tim and Daisy were still in Germany, only recently the snow had begun to clear up.

"As expected. When are you home?" Lee wanted to think about how he was going to explain it to him before he answered. How do you not make you landlady's brother not worry more than he already was. It was hard enough trying to reassure Wendy and Geoffrey on a daily basis. Two people were enough and that wasn't including himself.

"The planes are running tomorrow so, we've booked the earliest flight," Tim informed his best mate much to Lee's relief. Then he asked, "seriously though, how is Lucy?"

"Not good," Lee begun carefully, "She's having nightmares and it's causing her more pain," he explained as Tim sighed down the phone, "I only found out today when she fell asleep on the sofa. It was scary Tim, she was muttering sentences and moving as if she was back in that situation. It's plaguing her."

"Oh God," was the only response he had off of Tim.

"And there's nothing we can do to stop it but be there for her… It doesn't look as if she's going to open up anytime soon," he confessed as he stirred the tea in the mugs.

"Has she still not given a statement?" Tim asked but he could guess the answer and he knew his guess was right.

"No," he was right, "I'm not sure if she will. I've tried persuading her but she just whispers no and walks off. I'm not sure she's ever going to be herself again." Maybe if he had found her quicker than he had then she wouldn't be getting nightmares or shutting herself off completely.

"I'll talk to her when I get back," Tim told Lee. Maybe her brother would be more successful than him with getting Lucy to talk to the police. Lee would be happy if that were the case. Yes, he would like Lucy to at least explain what would happen, even if it was brief but he knew there was only a slim possibility of that happening. The bastard who did it to her though needed to be caught and Lee swore that he'd find him, even if it would be last thing he ever did.

"Just don't go scaring her even more. We've made some improvement but it's not much."

"Like what?" He was curious. If Lucy had made some development then that means things were going in the right track. Tim knew it would take a while for her to get back to being the way she was before she was kidnapped then he knew she'd improve with time. Lucy just needed to be around people she trusted at the moment.

"She's eaten a bit. Well, more than she has been and when I took hold of her hand to regulate her breathing she didn't pull away like she did at the start. Lucy's beginning to trust me again," he said with a tone that indicated he was proud of it and he had every right to be. So did Lucy.

"Well that's good," Tim answered and he could practically feel Lee smile down the phone. The slight happiness he was radiating was apparent.

"I'm going to have to go," he informed Tim just as the kettle stopped boiling. The both of them exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

Picking up the two mugs of tea he made his way towards Lucy's bedroom, knocking on the door with his foot, Lee had debated to knock with his head but that would have been a stupid thing to do in hindsight. Lucy opened the door a couple of seconds later, with dry tear marks on her cheeks. She had been crying but Lee didn't press her on it, so he gave her a smile and offered her a mug.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Do you want to finish the film?" He asked as he indicated down the hallway with a nod of his head.

"Give me five minutes," Lucy answered as she indicated for him to take her mug before she disappeared back inside her bedroom, Lee disappearing down the corridor.

Once inside Lucy stared blurry eyed at the mess in front of her. She'd raided her photos, ripping some to shreds and crumpling others. Sliding down her door, she brought her knees up to her chest as best as she could, whilst burying her head inside her arms as she breathed deeply. She wasn't going to cry anymore.

As soon as she had calmed down, she got back up to her feet. Walking towards the box that lay on her bed, she picked it up before opening it, shoving all the wrecked photos inside of it. Lucy didn't want to see them. Out of sight out of mind sort of thing. Or so she hoped. Lucy had noticed when she began ripping up the photos that it helped her to a degree, helping her to relieve some anger and frustration but she knew that although it had helped it would only be temporarily until her nightmares returned that night.

When she finished with tidying up her bedroom from the pieces of glossed paper, Lucy wiped her cheeks with the back of her grey jumper before sniffling. Right, it was time to go watch the movie before Lee began to worry.

Once she was sat down again she picked up her mug from the coffee table, giving her lodger a weak smile before directing her focus towards the television screen but her mind was somewhere else.