Sylvie sat in ruins in a bathroom stall, tears streaming down her face. She heard the bathroom door squeak open and quickly reached for a tissue, wiping her face. She listened as the faucet turned on and she took a deep breath before reaching for the lock and pushing the stall door open.

Over by the sink was Kidd, dabbing at the sticky syrup on her hands with a wet paper towel. When she heard the door open behind her she looked up, her eyes meeting Bretts in the reflection.

"Hey, are you ok? I didn't mean to go all 20 questions on you at breakfast."

Sylvie did her best to fake a smile, "It's ok." her voice was shaky and she swallowed harshly before continuing. "It was just some guy I met." she couldn't stop her voice from cracking in fear and she quickly turned away from Stella, tears streaming down her face.

Kidd immediately sensed something was wrong and turning away didn't stop her from noticing the tears in Sylvies eyes. "Sylvie.." she reached her hand out.

The bell went off, calling for the ambulance and truck. "It's nothing," Sylvie said before shrugging off Stella's hand and running towards the ambo.

Sylvie climbed into the seat, wincing as pain echoed through her body in waves. She was thankful that Emily was driving and hoped for a perfectly mediocre call.

Sylvie's prayers were answered and the call ended quickly. Sylvie had focused the whole ride back from the hospital on keeping her nausea at bay. Emily threw quick glances in Sylvie's direction, sure that something had been up with her partner. But Sylvie kept her body facing the door, peering out the window as she tried to ease the pain searing through her torso.

When they finally arrived back at the station, Sylvie quickly blew past the others and ran straight for the bathroom. She pushed open a stall and kneeled on the floor, coughing her stomach's contents into the bowl. With every heave she shook with pain, sweat drenching her forehead as she tried to keep from falling over. She leaned on the wall for support, her body erratically shaking as she couldn't stop her tears.

The rest of the day went by fast. Ordinarily too fast, but every call Sylvie prayed to be in bed, curled up, trying to stop the seething pain from overtaking her.

Her wish soon came true. She laid down in her bunk, her head hitting the soft pillow. But as soon as she closed her eyes to drift into sleep the nightmares came. First a man. At first, Sylvie couldn't quite figure out who until his figure stood, towering over her.

Then she was in a tank full of cold, deep, water. She was drowning.

Water thrashing against her stomach and back, gliding past her legs, making her shiver. She drew in a breath but instead of air, she choked down water. Filling her lungs and making her throat burn with pain. She gasped, flailing her legs and arms.

She knew it was no use.

She tried to convince herself that it was a dream, that with one touch of her finger the glass would crack and shatter. She tried to imagine the water spilling out, taking serrated pieces of splintering glass with it.

Then the man. Again. Cackling as he watched her cold body go limp in the water. Her golden hair swarming around her, caressing her cheek.

Sylvie stirred herself awake, a silhouette of sweat surrounded her face, tears welling up in her eyes. She gasped for air as if she were still drowning and looked around, thankful to see her teammates still asleep.

The sheets stuck to her leg with sweat as she peeled herself from the bed, steadying herself as she got up. Her legs were shaking like crazy. She found it hard to keep from tripping as she sauntered down the hall into the common room.

She was surprised to see the light still on, a familiar figure sitting at the counter. Captain Casey. Matt.