Sansa had been crowded ever since Catelyn had taken her back to Winterfell and frankly she'd never felt so uncomfortable in her life; not even when she'd first discovered that Petyr had had stalked her for years. The redhead wanted to go back to him, back to where she was safe and happy and loved.

"Can I go to my room please?" She asked quietly, eyes cast to the floor.

Her parents – or more correctly her mother – had kept her on the same couch she'd been on in her nightmare for hours, wouldn't let Sansa out of her sight. Robb and Jon had taken her into their arms almost the second they'd seen her, Bran had smiled and possibly cried – she'd not really been paying attention – while Rickon didn't seem to notice that she'd actually been missing, probably too young to understand; he'd been more focused on 'can we keep the doggy?'. Arya had never been one for mushy emotions but she'd tried to hug her sister. That had been the last few hours of her life and she couldn't take it! Her father seemed to be the only one who understood she needed some space.

"You need to speak to the police, Sansa." Said her mother.

Maybe it hadn't been hours she'd been back at Winterfell then, the police probably would have made it their first job to come talk to her.

"The lass can do that in her room." Argued her father and Sansa was thankful for it.

She didn't wait for anything else to be said, just stood and made her way quickly and quietly up the stairs into her bedroom with Lady right behind her. Sansa crashed down on her bed and Lady hopped up beside her so she could nuzzle into the redhead's side. The room was still a hideous pink mass void of everything she cared about, she wanted to go home to Petyr, to her carousel, to their movie nights with ice cream, to their bed, not remain in the pink prison. Petyr wouldn't leave her though, she knew he'd never do that, he'd come for her, save her like he had before. Tears started to pour from her eyes again, why had her mother gone back to Petyr's club? Why couldn't she just leave Sansa be?

"He'll come." She told Lady through her sobs. "He will."

Sansa couldn't even begin to explain how thankful she was that her Daddy had convinced Cat to let her take Lady with her. Having her beloved pet by her side helped to take some on the pain away, but only a bit.

After what felt like forever a knock came on her door, light and unimposing, could have only been her father, her mother would have just walked in. The door opened and sure enough there was Ned followed closely by her mother and two men in suits; cops then.

"Lass, the police are here to speak with you." Ned told her softly.

Lady growled, teeth bared and ready to pounce. She'd been trained to keep Sansa safe, keep strangers away from her and Sansa felt almost as though Lady were a protective wall between her and the rest of the world.

"Oh that thing needs to go back to Petyr to learn some manners." Complained Cat, she'd never really been an animal person.

Sansa knew that Lady would actually pounce so she gripped her blue collar tightly keeping the dog on the bed beside her.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Stark. I'm Detective Inspector Chandler, this is DS Kent " Said the elder of the two policemen. "We know it must be hard for you right now," It is but not for the reasons you think. "but we need to ask you a few questions."

Cautiously the blonde DI made his way closer and perched on the edge of her bed, brave concerning he was all of a foot away from a rather large wolfdog that clearly didn't like him. Her parents loitered in the doorway while the shorter dark-haired DS Kent hovered between his partner and her dresser. Lady growled again and Sansa was forced to tug on the collar.

"Lady shush." The dog obeyed instantly but kept an eye on Chandler.

"I didn't know you had a dog, Miss Stark." Started the blonde almost conversationally.

"She doesn't. It's Petyr's and it'll be going back soon."

Chandler turned to her mother, clearly not pleased that Cat insisted on speaking for her daughter.

"Petyr would be Mister Petyr Baelish? The man who found her?" Cat nodded. "We'll be having men speak to him shortly." Chandler turned his attention back to Sansa. "Is it alright if I ask you some questions?"

The redhead nodded, it wasn't like she had much choice, but what if her story didn't match Petyr's? What would they do to him?

"According to your mother, Mister Baelish found you earlier today on his way home after a meeting at Casterly Rock, the Lannister mansion. Is that true?"

"... Yes."

If Petyr had said it he'd said it for a reason so she agreed.

"Okay." Nodded Chandler while Kent started to jot things down in a little black notebook. "You vanished from your room, can you tell me who took you? How they got in?"

Sansa was quiet for a long time and everyone assumed it was fear but no, it was her trying to figure out what to tell them, what Petyr would want her to say. 'I don't know' would have raised more questions and there was no way in hell she'd tell them it was Petyr she'd been with. They'd never believe she'd gone to him willingly rather than him kidnapping her.

"Sansa, answer the detective." Cat finally demanded but still she said nothing. "Answer the question."

"Joffrey."

The name slipped from her mouth before she could stop it, there wasn't any evidence to back that up but her mother's stern voice scared her and Petyr had already talked about the Lannisters.

"Joffrey Baratheon?" The blonde detective didn't seem overly surprised for some reason.

"I thought you loved each other."

Oh that set Sansa off, her mother had always been blind when it came to Sansa. Arya got away with just about anything with nothing more than a displeased glance, Bran and Rikon were babied while Robb and Jon actually got treated like they were smart enough to make their own decisions. Her teenage mind might have given her tunnel vision about some things but Catelyn had blinded herself to Joffrey and Sansa's hatred for him. Petyr had taught her she didn't need to be under her mother's religious thumb.

"No! You did." Sansa had never yelled at her mother before. Lady snuggled closer almost as though she were moral support. "You wanted me to marry him. He's a monster! I just went alone with it to make you happy but nothing ever does!" The tears started again. "So when I said no he... he-"

Sansa went quiet as sobs took over, she buried her face in Lady's fur. Ned was instantly by her side cuddling her into his chest despite Lady's snarl of warning, he was a good father, loving and caring, but nothing would make her feel better until she was back in her Daddy's arms.

"And Joffrey did that to you?"

For a moment Sansa had forgotten that DI Chandler was there. He gestured to her neck and wrists, she'd not realised they'd bruised, Petyr had choked her the last time they'd had sex, they were bruises of pleasure but the police couldn't know that.

"... yes."

"Alright. We're going to need to do a rape kit and have your bruises documented."

"No." Sansa said sternly, tears forgotten.

"I know it's invasive but it must be done."

"No."

"Sansa-" began her mother but Sansa wasn't having any of it, if they did a rape kit they'd find Petyr's DNA.

"No."

"Maybe tomorrow when she's slept?" Ned tried to reason, in his mind Sansa had been through horror and misery, she deserved rest and love.

"Every second we wait to do the tests we lose possible evidence, Mister Stark." Said Kent, his voice was higher pitched that Chandler's and seemingly more sincere.

"What if the examiners come here? You wouldn't have to go anywhere then, would you allow that, Lass?"

Sansa knew she wasn't getting out of these tests but making them come to her would buy some time.

"Okay." She said sorrowfully.

"Alright, we can make that work." Chandler turned to Kent. "Call forensics."

The questions kept coming for a few more minutes before the blonde was satisfied and Sansa managed to get Ned to convince her mother to leave her alone soon after that. She didn't have long until those tests were started, she had to wash Petyr away.