Thanks again guys for the reviews, keep them coming!

"This is silly; you live on like...the other side of town John!" Hannah whined as she swung her legs out of the car, John had walked round and open the door for her. "You don't need to do this; I'll be fine now I'm at work!"

Hannah and John walk to the station doors, Hannah tried to walk off towards the cafeteria in hopes of seeing Jilly, whom had no idea of the weekend's events. John, seeing her course, took hold of her forearm and pulled her in a different direction. Hannah hung her head, knowing he wouldn't let her go. She had said she would tell Gordon, but now she didn't want to. She had only said it, to get the others to lie off...to stop worrying. Hannah slipped her hand up, and grasped onto John's elbow; he wouldn't let her walk away until she had told Gordon. The two came to the locked office.

"It is still early John."

"The early bird catches the worm."

"I'm not an early bird John, you know that..."

"I thought that might just be weekends! I thought you would have been at least up when I got to yours!"

"Our shift doesn't start 'til nine! You came to mine at seven! We're here at eight!"

"Just cause you're a lazy arse, doesn't mean we all are!"

"Now Officer! Is that any way to speak to the young lady?" Hannah and John turned to see Commissioner Gordon facing them, one hand full of files and the other held the key to his office; which the two young officers were still standing in front of. "I trust there is a reason as to why you are blocking my path to my office?"

"Actually sir, there is." John took hold of Hannah and pulled her against him, as Gordon unlocked his door. As the three of them made their way into the office, John placed his hands on Hannah's shoulders. "Something happened the other night, and we were wondering if you could give us some advice?"

"To be perfectly honest," Gordon started, as he placed the heap of files on his desk and turn to the young couple, "I would like to stay out of...that kind of business, you're both grown up. Figure it out for yourselves."

Hannah quickly turned her head scoffing, and John gave a somewhat shaky laugh. Gordon thought they were here for what? Sex advice? Hannah shook her head and glanced back at the commissioner.

"No sir. Nothing like that."

"Like what Officer Knight?" Gordon said in an almost innocent sounding voice, "I'm not sure I understand to what you are implying."

Hannah rolled her eyes once more, she wasn't sure what kind of mood they'd caught him in, but she knew what kind of mood she'd be in if he continued in dancing around the subject. John squeezed her shoulders and then turned his gaze forward; the tension in her shoulders was unbelievable. Jesus, Blake. This is serious and you're thinking about giving her a freaking shoulder massage? With a slight shake of his head, John took the matter into his own hands. They had decided that Hannah would explain it; but with the way things were going at the moment...well, it seemed better to him if he done it.

"Hannah was attacked last night."

For a slight moment, John regretted taking the matter into his own hands as Hannah pulled out of his grasp and turned to look at him. Her face showed a look of betrayal, but John quickly realised that it was because of her independence and becoming used to solving her own problems; like his self, Hannah was used to looking after her and her alone. Gordon's face went from one of amusement to an angry confusion.

"Nothing was reported last night."

"I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want a fuss."

"And what if this hooligan had attacked someone else? Hmm? Someone after you?"

Hannah hung her head like a child being scolded.

"Officer Blake, go to your commanding Officer. I'll deal with Miss Knight."

Blake nodded, flinching internally, although he was sure he had seen Hannah actually flinch. Miss Knight. Not Officer Knight; Gordon was putting a stamp on her; she wasn't the officer in this situation, not the trained officer she was...now she was the victim. She was the one in need of help. Blake left the two and went down to his department. The usual were in there, with the addition of Bracken and Jilly, whom always seemed to put off their own duties in order to spend more time with the uniform.

"You're late Blake!" Drake shouted as he saw the young officer come through the door. "Early bird, normally aren't you?"

"Where is she?" Bracken said, it had after all been his idea that the blonde kept close to Blake. And here he was; yet she wasn't, Bracken had been sure that Blake would have taken this more seriously. He had always known of Blake's feelings for Knight.

"She's with Gordon. He's talking to her." Blake had spoken to Bracken with the same harsh tone that had just been used on him. "So before you start having a go at me, you should get your facts straight Bracken! I picked her up, and stayed with her until Gordon sent me away and I'll be taking her home!"

"Alright Hothead, I was just making sure."

Well, I know not to get on his bad side. Bracken thought.

"I'm going for a coffee Ty. I'll be back in a minute."

"I think you hit a nerve." Drake said to Bracken as they watched Blake walk out the room.

"You didn't think to call this in? Jut to be on the safe side?"

"No Commissioner. I'm sorry; I wasn't thinking straight."

"Straight enough, to leave the apartment and go to a party!"

"I would have thought that be evidence enough to back up my statement. I wasn't thinking straight." Hannah looked up at the commissioner; he was trying to help her, and here she was giving him cheek. "Sorry."

"You must be feeling a little better though Miss Knight?" Gordon spoke to her in a softer voice. "If you weren't being so cheeky I would have thought something was really wrong."

"John's been looking after me. Walking me home, picking me up for work. It's made me feel abit better; knowing I've got someone to fall back on."

"I'm sure." The small smile soon left the commissioners face, "This attacker? You couldn't see his face at all?"

"No sir. Like I said, he had his hood up and a balaclava on, and what looked like ski goggles. I didn't see his face sir!"

"Alright, well...Are you willing to make a statement?"

"Yes sir."

"Right well, we'll have that sorted."

"Where you been Blondie? I've had to sit with these pencil pushers!" Drake joked as Hannah found him. Tyler lifted his head and smiled at the blonde.

"Pencil pushers? Since when?" Hannah noticed that John had kept his head down, I bet his temper flew. "What you done hothead?"

Drake and Tyler couldn't help but laugh at the almost strained expression on Blake's face as his head popped up when he heard her comment.

"Nothing, I had a...disagreement with him."

"Disagreement? Is that what you would call it rookie?" Drake teased, and turned to Hannah. "He argued! He wasn't really gunna keep them here doing desk work; he was joking. Blake didn't see it like that and argued."

Hannah looked at John, a small smirk playing on her lips as Tyler spoke up.

"I don't know what you're so happy about cause of John here you're in trouble too!"

"What?! What for?"

"You're the reason he was late."

Tyler seemed to find this hilarious, as did Drake. Hannah looked at John, she looked angry; and John quickly looked back down at his work, waiting for an angry retort from her.

"Come on Drake, let's get out there!" Hannah walked swiftly past Tyler and pushed John's head down onto the desk. "Let's leave these pencil pushers to their work!"

Hannah and Drake had been driving round, waiting for something to come through dispatch; nothing yet. She couldn't lie, today hadn't exactly been one of the best days. The beginning with Gordon had put her right off. Nothing against the commissioner, he was only doing his job and really she should have known better; but being the stubborn person she was, she didn't want to admit that Gordon had been right. I should have called the station when it happened. Shaking her head, she tried not to dwell on it. It had happened and it couldn't be changed.

"Anyone available out there?"

"I got ya Matt." Drake said, as he went for the radio.

"Roger Drake. You need to get over to West Avenue."

"Got that Matt," Drake said, slightly worried. As he turned the car he glanced at Hannah. The same look mirrored on her face. "What's the deal with West Avenue Matt?"

"St. Oswald's apartment, there's been a break in."

"What number?"

"312."

"Roger that Matt." Shit. Drake looked over to Hannah. Her face was pale white; not that he expected any less. Apartment 312 in St Oswald's on West Avenue was Hannah's. "We're on our way."

Drake quickly put on the lights and sped the down the roads. As they pulled up, there saw a small crowd of people waiting outside the lobby. Drake and Hannah slammed the doors shut as they ran inside; someone pointed them up, not that they needed the help. As they reached the third floor, things started to dawn in Hannah's head, and she could do nothing but pray that it was two different things. This and the attack had nothing to do with each other. Drake and Hannah walked along the corridor. 308, 309, 310, 311 and finally...312. Hannah stopped short, the door was broken. It was merely hanging on its hinges and the wood was broke. Drake turned to Hannah,

"I can go in first, if you want?"

"No, I'm fine." Hannah stepped forward slightly, "It's my home, and I want to see."

Hannah stepped through the threshold as Drake nodded to her. She wasn't sure what to see, a mess if anything. But the sight of her torn apartment still brought her close to tears. The kitchen was a mess; the cabinets had been torn off their hinges and their contents thrown to the ground. Her sofa was ripped, and her photos covered the floor. As Hannah walked into the bedroom, she took hold of the torn patchwork quilt and paused at the doorway, looking back at Drake with tears building in the corners of her eyes.

"My grandma made this for me."

Drake hated this; he had never seen her look so vulnerable. Even when he had found out the night previous, that she had been attacked, was nothing compared to this. The way she looked, loose blonde strands of hair falling from her bun and framing her pale face. Hannah slowly walked into her room, her bed was flipped over and the cupboard over turned; her clothes and books thrown about. Hannah turned slightly toward the bathroom, the door moved ever so slightly. It's just a breeze, she had decided. She pushed the door slightly and as she did; there stood the masked man from the previous night. Lifting his hand, he pointed a gun in her face. Hannah fell back slightly, still clutching the small quilt; her mouth hung slightly agape. As her eyes glanced, to his face she he didn't have the goggles on this time. The man had cold grey eyes, which barely looked at her as he pulled the trigger.

Sorry for the long wait guys! Next one will be out quicker!