Joanne didn't speak further until they were sitting in the restaurant with hot drinks and facing each other across the bolted down wood table. "Is that what's keeping you awake?" She asked gently then. "Or rather who? Adam?"

Danielle sighed. "Too bloody sharp Joanne," she nodded. "But yes. Although it's not in the way you'd think. Joanne, can I talk to you… As a friend? Like, if I tell you something, will it stay here? Unless you see a risk… Damn red tape."

Joanne chuckled. "Oh you're so cynical Danielle. But yes. I think we've known each other long enough now. At the beginning I'd have had to tell one of the doctors, but it's ok. Talk away."

"Thank you so much," Danielle said, now feeling the sting of tears. "It's just…" She took a deep breath. "Lately Joanne, I feel like I've been stuck on a fucking merry go round. Adam. Michael. Adam. Michael. Complete with its fucking music."

"In what way sweety?"

Danielle looked down for a moment and sipped her tea. Joanne didn't push her to her enormous gratitude. "Just…" She said after a while. "I know that Michael would never ever treat me the way Adam has, but…" She took a breath once more, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "If I was ever to anger Michael, the consequences could be well… Lethal."

"Are you afraid Michael may kill you if you push him too hard? Is that what you're saying?"

"Shit," Danielle ran her hands through her hair. "Yes, no. I don't know! She lightly hit the table in frustration, trying to find the words for what she was trying to say. "Just that I know what Michael could do to me would and could be worse than anything Adam ever did. That said, Adam did want to kill me at the end, the machete for example. But… I mean I don't believe for a second that Michael would try to control me or anything like that, but in some ways, as terrifying as Adam is… Michael is way more so."

Joanne gently touched her arm to indicate she was still listening. She didn't remove her hand as the two women briefly sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. "I don't think Michael would physically hurt you," Joanne said eventually. "I think if he was angry he'd walk away. Remember that time he said you were giving him mixed signals? He just ignored you for a few days."

"I… Well I guess I just never thought of it that way. That's a good point."

"I do have them occasionally," Danielle could tell Joanne was grinning.

"Well thanks," Danielle smiled back. "You definitely did this time."

"Is there a part of you which is afraid to get in to a relationship with Michael? Just in case?"

"I don't know," Danielle admitted. "But I do know I don't want to lead him on in any way shape or form. But nor do I want to lose him. No way! I think I love him Joanne, he makes me really happy. Even though he's never said it back to me, I can almost tell by the way he treats me. It's just… Tonight I had a really bad dream."

"What happened?" Joanne stood and slipped back with a fresh tea. "Thanks," Danielle smiled at her as it was handed to her. Joanne sat down with her coffee.

"I expect you need a lot of those on night shifts right?" Danielle laughed genuinely.

"Sometimes," Joanne smiled. "So do you want to talk about this dream?"

"The strange thing is, I had one very similar shortly after I got here. I think it was the first night Michael was ever with me, the first time he held me. I was on one of those secure buses, I don't know where we were going and you were with me."

"Was I?" Joanne chuckled. "Lucky me."

Danielle laughed with her. "Yes but something went wrong. The bus crashed. Jefferson was on board with us and was teasing me about how it was a shame this was our last ride together as he still wanted to fuck me," she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Michael somehow got out of his chains and was killing everyone; you were hugging me as we were both terrified."

"I'm not surprised. Then what?"

"I told you to go back to Smith's Grove if you could, Michael carried me off with him and made love to me in a car. That was when I woke up."

"Hmm. That was the first dream was it? So what happened in tonight's?"

Danielle nodded. "Yes it was. Tonight was totally different and much worse. Michael actually killed me. I woke up just after he slit my throat."

"Were you on another bus with him or elsewhere?"

"I don't remember. But it just got me thinking. What if I really did anger him? He'd make Adam look like a gentleman!" She grimaced. "Well, maybe not."

Joanne chuckled again. "I get your point. Is that why you couldn't get back to sleep?"

"Yeah. But I don't feel I can just turn around and say I'm scared you'll treat me like Adam did, or I'm scared of angering you because I know what it could mean."

"Why?" Joanne said softly. Now Danielle did gape at her. "You're kidding right?"

"No." Joanne moved to sit next to her and took her hand. "Actually Danielle I think that would be a very good idea. It'd bring you closer, no secrets or dishonesty and you'd both know where the other stood."

"Now you are having a laugh Joanne," Danielle said incredulously. "It's not like he'll answer me is it?"

"By voice? Perhaps not. But we both know he's done so via your phone and in other ways before. He'll make you understand somehow Danielle and you know that."

"Got me there," Danielle admitted eventually. "I can't deny or dispute that."

"Nope," Joanne agreed. "You can't. Just tell him the truth Danielle. He's hardly going to blame you for having flashbacks of Adam, is he? Don't answer that Danielle. I know all you've experienced before is cruelty and abuse, so I think Michael wants the chance to show you it doesn't have to be that way. But you in turn need to do your part to, be honest with him. He's hardly going to be angry with you for that is he? It's Adam he'll be angry at."

Danielle nodded. "Ok. I promise when we're allowed back together I will."

"Good girl!" Joanne squeezed her hand.

"But that's not all," Danielle said quietly. "I don't mind if you have to tell the doctors this, but I'd like to in my session with Dr Stark tomorrow. I feel… I don't know… Nervous. Off. Something just doesn't feel right and I can't put my finger on it."

"I'm sorry. Any idea why?"

"No. That's what's getting to me. Stark keeps telling me I'm safe, nothing will happen, I'm in one of the safest places I could be, I know that's why you're keeping me here. But I just… Can't relax. I feel like I'm being watched. I know it's probably just Adam's continuous calls, he keeps Facetiming me, I'm going to get my apple ID changed soon, I think Stacey is working with me on it next week. But I just can't relax, or sleep very well lately."

"I think that's Adam," Joanne said. "I also know you relax more when Michael is with you and I stand by what I said before. We will reunite you as soon as we can."

Danielle could only nod. She could feel a lump swelling in her throat.

"Oh sweetie," Joanne pulled her in to a hug. "It's alright. I'll let you tell Dr Stark tomorrow, but if you don't, I will. Get me?"

Danielle sniffled against her guards shoulder and managed, "yes."

Adam had tried Danielle's new number at least five times, but her phone was turned off. This infuriated him. How dare she. But he knew it was her number because of her voicemail. "Hi this is Danielle…" So on and so forth. He'd just have to keep trying, that was all. When he got hold of her… He felt excitement shooting through his bloodstream. Oh he couldn't wait. It would be one of the best moments of his life. Her terror, fear, just perfect.

It was now two in the morning and Danielle had failed to get to sleep. She sighed, sitting back down at her desk and turning on her phone. Some music would be good right about now. She'd just opened the music ap, when her phone rang. That was odd, who'd be ringing her at this hour? She didn't recognise the number. Without thinking, she answered it.

"Well hello Danielle," Adam said speaking as if he were talking to a naughty child who needed to understand the consequences of their actions. "Dear oh dear, I'm afraid you need to be punished. You see, you changed your number without my permission and that is simply not ok. You may think while you're in that loony bin you're safe, but that's just not the case I'm afraid. When you get out, I'm going to fuck you over and over again. Your cunt is only for my big hard cock. I own you; Danielle Hayward and I'm never letting you go. I'll have to be dead before you're free."

Of course he'd known his bitch would answer. She wouldn't even dream he'd get her new number. So of course she had. After Adam stopped speaking there was a second of silence before he heard what sounded like her phone hitting the floor. He laughed out loud. Had she just passed out? If so, brilliant. It meant she still feared him as much as he knew she did. Still chuckling, he hung up. His job for now at least, was done.

It was quarter past two in the morning when Ryan heard the soft clatter of something hitting the floor up the corridor. He stood up, as did Sean. "What was that?"

"I don't know," Ryan said. "Better go check it out though."

His colleague nodded and they headed up the corridor towards Danielle's cell. It was always possible she'd just dropped something, but Ryan felt better to check she was ok.

When Danielle's phone rang, she felt a surge of hope. Maybe it was Charlotte with her own DV protected number? Picking up the phone she answered and at first was sure she was having a nightmare. She had to be…

"Well hello Danielle," Adam's voice said. "Dear oh dear, I'm afraid you need to be punished. You see, you changed your number without my permission and that is simply not ok. You may think while you're in that loony bin you're safe, but that's just not the case I'm afraid. When you get out, I'm going to fuck you over and over again. Your cunt is only for my big hard cock. I own you; Danielle Hayward and I'm never letting you go. I'll have to be dead before you're free."

Danielle couldn't speak, nor could she hang up. Two emotions were doing battle within her. Terror and anger. She knew she'd been right to be nervous and here was the proof. Someone on the inside had given Adam her fucking protected phone number. Dizziness closed in and Danielle slumped back on to her bed. Just before she passed out and her phone hit the floor, she reflected Stark said she was safe, well it seemed she was wrong.

Ryan and Sean stopped outside Danielle's cell and looked through the bars. She was lying on her bed and appeared at first glance to be asleep. But Ryan had always trusted his instincts and right now they were telling him something was wrong. "What's up?" Sean asked as Ryan activated the door opener.

"I don't know," Ryan said quietly. "Something just doesn't feel right."

"She's asleep man…" Sean began, then stopped dead in his tracks. She was shaking.

"Sean, call Dr Stark. Now!" Ryan kept his voice low but urgent. The last thing he wanted was the other two in the block to know what was happening. Not Chancer anyway.

Sean grabbed his radio. The doctors could be called at night if one of their high care patients was in trouble and Ryan didn't know what else this could be. Something had clearly happened to Danielle. Jack ran in then and Ryan was very thankful. Had Sean called him?

"Try and get her to respond," Ryan said to his colleague. As he did, Sean began to speak fast in to his radio.

"Dr Stark, something's happened to Danielle. We don't know what, but she's shaking like crazy and isn't responding to us at all. Thanks, ok." He lowered his radio. "Dr Stark will be here in ten," he said, his own voice shaking a little as Jack spoke to Danielle. What the fuck had happened? He, like all the other guards had grown to like and respect Danielle Hayward and didn't want to see her like this.

"Danielle," Jack murmured. "Danielle, can you hear me?" Nothing. No response of any kind.

When Joanne's phone rang at twenty to three in the morning, she knew it had to be bad news. Groggily, she reached for it. Rick's eyes had also opened. "Hello?" Joanne said. She listened, then clapped a hand to her mouth. "I'm on my way." She hung up.

"What's happened babe?" Rick asked as Joanne scrambled out of bed.

"Something's happened to Danielle," Joanne said. "That was Dr Stark. She wants me to come in."

Smith's Grove were allowed to call guards in in emergencies, but it was double pay and they got two days back on leave. But Joanne didn't care about any of that. She couldn't deny she was worried about Danielle Hayward on a personal level as well as professional. Quickly, she pulled on her uniform. Rick stood up and began to do the same.

"What are you…" Joanne started. But she knew.

"What do you think? I'm coming with you. I want to help Danielle as much as you do, you're not doing this alone." Joanne wanted to argue, but there wasn't time. So she just nodded.

Within minutes, they were in Rick's car shooting towards Smith's Grove. The police had their registrations so if they were speeding, they'd call the hospital to find out if they'd called them in before stopping them. If yes, they were allowed to speed. They shot to the gates and the guard simply nodded and let them in. Stark would've radioed ahead. There was no time for the usual ID checks.

They ran in to the guard hub, pulled on their equipment in seconds and then raced in to the block. Joanne ran to Danielle's cell and looked at her in horror. "What the hell happened?"

Before ten minutes had even passed, Dr Stark had run through the doors and up to Danielle's cell. Kneeling at her side, she softly asked the guards to leave. "Danielle," she said gently, touching the woman's shaking hand. "Danielle, it's me. Dr Stark."

Danielle's eyes had opened by this point, she looked straight at her doctor and Stark could see the primary emotion in her face. Anger. Cold, no holds barred, fury. "I'm going to fucking kill them," she said very softly.

Stark was personally shocked, but professionally tried not to show it. She'd never expected mild mannered Danielle Hayward to say that even when at her angriest. What on earth had happened? "Who, Danielle?"

"WHOEVER GAVE ADAM DAWSON MY SO-CALLED PROTECTED fucking PHONE NUMBER!" Danielle shouted and Stark stared at her in horror.

"What did you just say?"

Without another word Danielle handed her doctor her phone. The doctor now scanned the screen and saw the most recent call. Pulling out her work phone, she dialled the number from Danielle's phone in to it. She listened as it started ringing, then the call was answered and the single word spoken by the man on the other end told Gemma Stark all she needed to know. "Dawson?"

During the entire time Dr Gemma Stark had been a Psychiatrist, she'd always prided herself on keeping her emotions in check. She never showed how she was personally feeling. Whether it be dislike towards a patient, anger, whatever. The closest she ever came was when she was at home and in the arms of her husband Luke Stark, a top heart surgeon. Even then, she didn't talk about it and he never pushed knowing she couldn't answer him. He'd just hold her at night if she was struggling to sleep, or on the very rare occasion when she'd cried. They'd been married for ten years and Gemma Stark could not be happier.

On this particular night though for the first time in her professional life, she was struggling to do so. One emotion was so strong in her chest she couldn't hold it in. Anger. As soon as Dawson had given his name she'd hung up, thankful she'd withheld her work number so he couldn't call back. The fact that clearly someone on the inside had passed a young woman's supposedly DV protected phone number to her abuser had made Gemma stark furious. It had to be someone on the inside because no one else would've had it. Once a number got DV protected, it wouldn't even show in the owner's phone settings. The only way even they knew what it was was to call one of their contacts to get it. Danielle had called Stark's work phone to pass it on and Stark had written it in her file.

So who the hell had gained access to her secure cabinet and got Danielle's number and dared to pass it to Adam Dawson? Then there was the question of who had asked them to do it. Surely it hadn't been one of the guards? How long had they been working against Danielle? Was there someone on the inside watching her? This made Stark if possible even angrier.

Heading in to her office, she walked straight over to the cabinet in question. It was finger print access or a passcode. The guards had access, but only in absolute emergencies. They would have no reason to get out a file unless they needed medication or next of kin details. One thing she'd never told any of them was that she'd installed a tracking device. It would show her the last time someone had accessed it giving time and date. Quickly she logged in to her computer and entered her three separate passwords before she got to the cabinet's app. Clicking on to it, her eyes widened in horror and anger. Access had been gained at one minute past ten last night. So that meant it was one of the late or graveyard shift guards. Stark took a deep breath, got to her feet and headed back in to the block. When Rick had appeared with Joanne, Stark had given him a small smile in thanks. Now, Stark entered the cell block and walked to Danielle's room. Joanne was holding Danielle in a tight hug.