A few seconds later, Jack's radio sounded and Stark's voice came out of the speaker.

"Hi Jack, Danielle, enjoying yourself with the equipment? Those alarms are indeed loud, aren't they?"

Jack handed Danielle his radio. She knew how to use it, having used Joanne's in court. Plus she'd been dying to use one again. She pressed down the rubber "talk" button.

"Hi Dr Stark. I thought you were busy? Over."

Stark laughed. "Check you out with the radio speak! Dr Loomis is doing it at the moment and I'll be back there shortly, but I wanted to check on you first. Press one on the keypad and this will become like a phone call so you won't need to keep pressing the "talk" button. Unless you want to of course? It's what Joanne did in court."

Danielle did so. "Did it work?"

"Yup, there you go, can hear you fine. You liking being dressed as a guard? I'll get Jack to take a pic!"

Danielle grinned. "If only," she said, her tone of voice a little wistful. "I have friends who are police and they wear similar stuff. I always wanted it so badly."

"But why?" Jack asked. "Is it just to wear all the equipment? Power? Or to use it?"

"I don't actually know," Danielle admitted. "I think it's mostly because I can't actually do it. Like, I want it because it's out of my reach. Like a taxi driver."

"Fair enough," Stark said.

"Did you hear the alarm down there?" Danielle asked, curious.

"Not down here no, it's sound proof. But we heard Jack's warning," she laughed.

Danielle felt herself shiver. They were in a sound proof area? Shit. Was that so no one heard Chancer scream? Fuck she hoped he did. Difference being that would be music to her ears to hear that killer and rapist screaming his head off.

"Jack, we'd ask you to stay with Danielle as long as she needs you. This will take time."

"Copy that," Jack said. "I'm sure we'll keep each other entertained."

"You asking me out on a date?" Danielle asked and burst out laughing, as did the other two.

"I'm married," Jack said with a grin. "Don't think my wife would be too happy."

Danielle thought about what she'd just said, even as a joke and felt a rush of… happiness? She'd actually been able to make a date joke after everything Adam had done. Was this progress? Danielle was sure the other two had also noticed this. Stark especially. She had no doubt her doctor would bring it up later when they talked.

"We've got a cinema here," Jack said. "Very small, the staff use it and sometimes the patients. Did you know that?"

"No," Danielle said.

"Would you like to watch a film? We've got some new releases."

"Awesome, thanks. Do I get popcorn?"

"Oh absolutely!" Jack said. "We've got a popcorn and drinks machine."

"Sounds like fun." Stark said and they could hear she was smiling. "Enjoy yourselves."

"Do you need anything from me Dr Stark?" Danielle asked.

"No Danielle, but thanks. We're fine, we've got this. We have copies of the texts and so on. There's nothing else you can tell us is there?"

"No, sorry."

"Don't be silly. No worries then. Enjoy your film. I need to go now, but just wanted to check in. Like I said earlier, I'll be back and we'll talk as soon as I can. It'll definitely be some time tonight; I won't leave it until tomorrow unless it's super late and you're asleep."

"Ok, thanks Dr Stark, I appreciate that."

"No problem. Over and out then!"

She was gone. Danielle slipped the radio back in to its pouch.

"Just out of interest, what do you need a notebook for?"

"To make notes," Jack said before bursting out laughing. Danielle couldn't help but join him. Put like that it was a rather stupid question.

"Ha ha! I mean, like what? Did you ever have to write about me?"

"Oh yes! Pages and pages!"

"Shut up! Be serious for once!"

"Oh but that's so boring!" Jack let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine! Let me see."

Danielle handed him the book and he flicked through the pages.

Danielle tea two sugars," he read. "Danielle has asked for Dr Stark."

"Seriously?" Danielle asked.

"Yep, promise," Jack laughed.

"Why did you write that last? I asked you and you went straight to get her didn't you?"

Jack handed her back the book and she slipped it back in to its pouch.

"Just in case I got distracted, something came up before I could ask for Dr Stark. I do it with most things to be honest. I'm not the kind of guy who goes back to a patient and says "sorry I forgot to get the doctor or your tea, I got distracted by a colleague or something."."

"Wouldn't necessarily be your fault?" Danielle offered.

"Perhaps not. I just think it's really unprofessional. So I just do it to remind myself. The tea thing was because everyone takes different drinks so I write them down so I remember them. Michael M, black coffee no sugar."

"Got you," Danielle said, feeling a strange flip in her chest just at the sound of Michael's name. Something must've shown on her face because Jack softly nudged her and whistled again. The whistle made Danielle smile.

"Oh yes? Like that is it? Get in there Danielle!" He whistled a happy little tune.

"Oh give over!" Danielle gave him a playful shove back.

Danielle finally felt Jack's gun and the box of rubber bullets. As carefully as she could she pulled it out of its holster. It was lighter than she'd thought it would be."

"Ok you can have my money," Jack said dramatically. "My car, my belongings, whatever you want!"

Danielle realised she was giggling. She couldn't help it.

"It's empty," Jack said. "We keep them unloaded for safety reasons but we can load them up very quickly. Go on."

Danielle pointed the muzzle at the ground and pulled the trigger. "Click!"

Jack came up beside her and took a bullet from the box, handing it to her. It was thick and cylindrical in shape but pointed at one end.

"They don't look…" Danielle began.

"Like they could be very painful?" Jack finished. "Think again." He took the bullet back and gently jabbed the back of her hand with it.

"Imagine that coming at you at speed. They quite literally shoot out of these guns. It would puncture the skin and cause you to bleed at the very least. A hell of a lot. We never aim for the chest just in case."

"Fair enough," Danielle said. She thought of Joanne's words at court. "Better get him a medic." She told Jack what'd happened, how Adam had been shot in the shoulder because he wouldn't move out of their way.

"What a shame!" Jack said sarcastically. Danielle snorted. "Right? Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. He would've bled a lot then?"

"Oh God yeah!" Jack said. "That's why he'd need a medic. It'd probably taken days to heal."

"I echo you. What a shame!"

Jack handed her back the bullet and she looked at him. "Go on," he repeated and Danielle slipped it through the whole at the top of the weapon. There was a soft "click!"

"That's it," Jack said. It's loaded. "I'm going to go over here, fire straight ahead."

"Are you sure?" Danielle asked. She really appreciated Jack was allowing her to see his equipment in such detail, knowing how much she enjoyed it."

"Yep go on, straight ahead."

Danielle did so.

"TWHACK!"

The bullet slammed in to the office wall. Jack grinned. "Good shot! Now I'll tell you there are targets on the wall deliberately so we can practice this!"

He walked over to the wall and handed her a round piece of paper. There was a hole in it which Danielle had made with her shot.

"Where's the target?" Danielle asked.

"You hit it!" Jack said. "It's right where the whole is."

"Seriously? That's cool."

"You're a crack shot," Jack said.

"Thanks. I used to do something called acoustic shooting. You wear headphones as you hold a gun on a mounted stand. You hear a tone and as you move the gun it rises and falls. The higher it is, the closer you are to the target. They were pellet guns and the targets would be over the other side of the room you were shooting in, on the wall. Get the tone as high as you can then, fire!"

"That sounds fun," Jack said.

"It was awesome. I miss it. I did it at college." Danielle finally removed Jack's vest and handed it back to him. He slipped it back on.

"That was so much fun! Thank you Jack!"

"You're more than welcome. Thank you for my vest back! So kind of you. Right. Come on then, what are we watching with our drinks and popcorn?"

The Shape stood at the door of his cell; his steady gaze directed down the empty corridor. There was no sign of Danielle, nor indeed anyone else. The guards had taken no chances with him. Chaining him both to and from breakfast. The Shape couldn't deny he felt the urge to kill very strongly. But then he always did on this date, worst tonight.

But then he thought of Danielle and something unfamiliar tugged at his heart. He'd seen how afraid she'd been when he was with her in her cell. How she'd pressed close to the wall as if afraid to even move for fear of angering him. This caused a feeling he didn't understand completely, except that he knew he didn't want her to be afraid of him. Now, or ever. He would never hurt Danielle Hayward; the Shape knew that much.

Thinking back, he should've approached her in her cell, tried to offer comfort. But his rage and desire to kill were too strong, especially when he'd seen the guards searching Derek Chancer's cell. He had suspected for a long time that Chancer was indeed the one watching and reporting on Danielle and, although he'd tried to watch him from his or Danielle's cell, as yet had had no proof of this. If he had, he would've written it for Loomis immediately.

He then wondered for a moment if Danielle had suspected him of it. That thought also tugged at him. He was a killer, plain and simple. Not a watcher. He tracked, hunted, killed. End of. He desired no one's money or to work for them. He was a lone predator.

But he should've been there for Danielle just now. If she was one of very few people safe from his killing rage, why hadn't he? He should've comforted her. Was he afraid he'd hurt her accidentally? Surely he wouldn't have. Would he?

He knew how scared she was. Both of him and the situation with Adam and Chancer. But he hadn't and he wasn't sure even to himself why.

But he knew one thing. He had to get his thoughts straight, because as soon as they allowed him to, he would comfort Danielle. In whatever way he could, to make up for not having done so when she needed it the most. She could touch his ears all she liked. He still didn't fully understand why this was so important to him, but it was, so he would do it and nothing would stand in his way. He'd kill for it if he had to.

Fuck it's cold!

This was the first thought which entered Derek Chancer's mind as he slowly surfaced from drug induced unconsciousness. Where was he? When he opened his eyes the room seemed to spin. He closed them again and reopened them.

He was in a small, claustrophobic space, thick glass on all sides. An armed guard was standing on his right, a gun clearly visible in his shoulder holster. Two others stood grim faced behind him.

"What the fuck?" He finally managed to croak. "Where am I?"

Then everything came back. "You fuckers drugged me!" He wanted to shout it, but he still felt too week to do so.

"Oh stop complaining." It was Dr Stark's voice, coming through concealed speakers. This only made Derek even angrier. The nerve of the bitch. From behind glass of course so he couldn't reach her.

"We need some questions answered from you Mr. Chancer. I think you know what I'm talking about."

"So why from behind glass?" Derek retaliated. "Is it because you know otherwise I'd shove my rock hard cock in to your dripping wet cunt and fuck you before snapping your neck?"

"ENOUGH!"

That was Dr Loomis's voice. The word an authoritative shout. Chancer smirked. The guard on his right placed his hand on the handle of his gun. A clear warning.

Dickhead, Chancer thought. "Questions about what?"

Loomis bent down and picked something up. It was his iPod in a clear plastic bag. The kind the police used for evidence storage.

"I should make one thing clear," Loomis said. "You won't be getting any food until you answer all our questions. So if you want to get out of here back to your cell or even eat again, start talking."

Chancer glared at him. "You're supposed to be treating me, not torturing me."

"You're a fine one to talk re torture," Stark snarled. This time Loomis didn't step in to intervene. It was clear he agreed. Chancer grinned. Yes that was true. He could apply torture very well to women. But he wasn't here to receive it.

"I think," Loomis's voice was steady. "That after everything we suspect you have done; you are not in a position to complain. When you compromise the welfare, safety and possibly even life of another patient, my options of treating you are fairly limited. Wouldn't you say?"

Chancer decided his best chance here was to play innocent. "What are you talking about? I'll take you to court for this. Drugging me!"

"You carry on," Loomis said mildly. "It'll save all the officers from needing to look for you before they put you in the electric chair."

That silenced Derek. He knew the State wanted to execute him by electrocution, and he also knew this dickhead on the other side of the glass could make that happen very easily. But he'd be God damned if that'd make Chancer respect him. He could now understand, though he didn't like it, why they'd drugged him. No way in fuck would he have come down here willingly or quietly.

Anger took hold of him and at the same time he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. God help Gemma Stark if he got hold of her. Or any woman for that matter. He'd fuck them so hard they'd be bleeding from between their legs before he killed them, slowly and violently. He might even fuck them again afterwards…

That stiffened his resolve (along with his cock) not to say anything of the truth. For the first time he found himself congratulating Chris Leach on his technical skills. He hadn't thought about it before. The "I'm listening" ap on the iPod looked like a workout one. The play button was a treadmill Icon and the "Working" button was a pedal. Now he thought about it, this made sense. Listen to someone a long walk away and prove you're working hard so we pay you. A pedal. Brilliant. These quacks would never work the truth out. But first they had to get past the password. One too many times and…

"What's the password for your iPod?" Loomis asked. So here we go…

I could lie, Chancer thought. Three incorrect guesses and this idiot would be dead. Although he still wasn't sure how the iPod could kill him. But it was an exciting and tempting thought. But then he realised the problem with this plan. It would look damn suspicious if he gave the incorrect password three times, given that it was "his" iPod and he was only using it hours ago. Nope, there was nothing for it, he'd be entirely trusting Chris Leach. This thought gave him no comfort at all.

"Oh my God! Now I know why people say Hot Fuzz is so funny! That was hilarious! Hardly a new release I know! But it was fucking brilliant! Plus I don't think I'll be able to eat popcorn again for as long as I live!"

Jack laughed. Danielle had loved the cinema. The seats were wide, leather, luxurious ones. Not what she'd expected at all. True they were bolted down and the popcorn and drinks machine were behind glass which Jack had opened with a key, but still… Once he had, he'd taken Danielle behind the glass and showed her how to use the machines. Danielle had helped herself to a large popcorn and apple juice. She'd enjoyed filling the large cups up so much that Jack had asked her to do his as well. Which she had. He'd taken a coke, which Danielle wasn't a fan of. At the end of the film Jack guided her out.

"That was awesome," Danielle said. "I'd love to use that again. Thanks for telling me what was happening at times, but most of it was easy to follow. I couldn't expect you to have audio description could I!"

Jack chuckled. "Isn't that where there's a voice over the film's soundtrack describing it?"

"That's the one."

"That does sound pretty cool. Maybe you could show me somehow at some point?"

"Sure! I'd enjoy that. You could see, pun not intended, in to my world."

"I would enjoy that, this is true. Right, you. My stomach says it's time for lunch. Dr Stark has allowed us to eat in the staff canteen. Hungry?"

"Wow that's really nice of her. Yes," Danielle admitted. "I can't lie. I thought that popcorn would fill me up but I'd love a hot meal now. I bet your food is way better than ours is!"

"It's the same," Jack said.

"Bullshit it is!" Danielle laughed. "Yours is hotter! By the time ours reaches us it's cold!"

"Well it won't be hot if we keep standing here arguing about it will it? Come on, let's go, I'm starving!"

"Yes boss," Danielle said with a grin. "Don't cuff me, I'll come quietly!" Their laughter echoed down the huge corridor.