Hi, so here is another story, the first story for this particular fandom and the second in the Chicago Fandom. This is an Anna/Peter story and should take about six chapters in alternate point of views and does have some Trigger Warnings for Assault.

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And I hope that I can update sooner rather than later and that you enjoy this chapter and this story and the chapters that followed.

Where Somebody Waits For Me.

Anna is attacked on her way home from work and violently beaten. Peter picks up the pieces and he battles his feelings and both he and Anna try to recover.

Chapter 1-I Walk The Line.

There is an attack, Anna tries to cope. Peter comes to the rescue. Sort of. AU and some violence attached.

When the staff at Chicago Med had asked her who to call she had said his name without really thinking it. To be honest looking back she wasn't sure how she had even done that. Speaking had been hard, even those two little words because her throat had been so choked up and she knew without even asking for a mirror that there would be handprints forming and she would have a bruise the likes of which would take months to disappear from her body…and who even knew about her mind.

She had curled herself around the pillow that was on the bed careful not to disrupt any of the wires that were wrapped around her and careful not to cause anymore pain to her ribs which she knew at some point in the evening someone had stomped on, and Natalie perhaps sensing that she needed a moment shut the curtains around her and allowed her to cry a little in peace.

How long she had been in the bed she wasn't sure before Peter arrived. Anna could hear him before she saw him, she could hear his voice and through the rapidly spreading numbness that seemed to have taken her whole body in a vice like grip, she noticed that he sounded frantic.

For some reason through her cluttered brain she felt so incredibly touched and that brought a wave of tears to her eyes so fast that she couldn't rapidly blink them back but instead let them spill over. She wiped her fingers under her eyes and noticed absentmindedly that her mascara was running. Well…that was about as waterproof as a piece of paper in the rain.

Anna tried to keep her composure. She even thought that she was doing well but then the curtain was ripped almost violently to the side and she saw Peter Stone standing there his eyes wide and looking very much like he had just climbed out of bed. She took in the fact that his hair was rumpled and that he was wearing a black shirt that practically clung to his body over sleeping pants and a jacket. For a second she stared at him and then all of the emotions that she had been battling to keep down suddenly without warning exploded and she stared sobbing.

Peter stared at her for a second of a second and then he crossed the room and took one hand in hers.

"Anna" he said finally and she found she had to look away because a combination of that look on his face and his tone made her start sobbing again.

She knew she must look like a wreck.

Being attacked on the way home from work did that to you.

She'd been walking home when it happened. The bar she'd gone for her drink and her hour to herself before she went home and attempted to deal with the mess of laundry, bills and shopping that she had to wrangle into submission tonight, was smack in the middle of the bars that most of the legal professions in the State's Attorney's Office seemed to inhabit. She had gone for one of the more quieter establishments and when she had stepped out after two glasses of wine she found that the night was clear and warmish for Chicago and that it might be nice to walk to the Subway.

That was the mistake.

The attack had come from behind. She had fought, Anna had been to enough self defence classes to know how to fight and after the initial shock she found she could punch and kick with the best of them. That was when the second one had grabbed her. There had been too many blows at that point and all she could do was close her eyes and pray that it would be over soon.

They had left her there. They had said no words. They had given no reasons for why they had done what they had done and she had been forced to lie there in the gutter and wait until two stumbling paralegals had found her and had called for an ambulance. When she had finally been taken to hospital, she had been told over the ringing in her ears that she was in shock and the beginnings of hypothermia. When she had arrived at the hospital Sharon Goodwin had told her as they were cutting off her dress to see if her ribs had been as crushed as they had felt, that they were calling Chicago PD to report the assault.

The fact that it was assault and not rape was something that Anna knew she should be thankful for. Extremely thankful for. But she couldn't get her head around the events of the last three hours. She wanted to sleep but she knew that she would see it all as if it was a movie that was never going to stop. She wanted to go home but wasn't sure if her home was safe. And she wanted Peter…but that was another minefield for another day.

She bit her bottom lip feeling the skin split open again as Peter stared down at her with eyes so soft and so gentle that she found that she couldn't stare at him for long.

"Thanks for coming" she said finally her voice soft in the room and making her jump a little. Peter stared back at her for a second before he managed a smile that was better than anything that she could have managed at that given moment.

"Of course I came" Peter said managing to sound indignant and yet…safe all at the same time.

"I've had better days" Anna said finally cutting though the fog that was her brain in order to say something that might make a bit more sense. It seemed however that she was pulling her words out of her brain with increased difficulty as if it was glue and she was pulling the bits of macaroni of some artwork her niece would have made in third grade.

Peter said nothing but there was a tightening at the corner of his mouth which spoke volumes. His hand found her forehead and he placed his hand there tangling his fingers into the dark strands of hair and Anna felt her eyes—well her one eye—the other one being swollen shut—close of their own accord. She felt safe here. And really…Peter's hands in her hair was something she would admit even to herself in the crowded recess of her mind was something that she had been thinking about more and more. Because Peter Stone was a good man who made her feel things—things she shouldn't feel for her boss.

"Peter…can you take me home please?"

"Once they give you the all clear and you give a statement yeah Anna of course"

But Anna was already shaking her head. "I don't want to do that. I just want to go home."

Peter nodded and he pulled his seat a little bit closer. "I know swe…Anna I know you do. But you need to tell PD what you know because they can go out and catch the bastards that did this. Then I can prosecute them and they can spend the rest of their miserable lives in prison"

Anna closed her one eye again. She knew he was right. As much as she didn't want to admit it she knew he was right. Other victims had been in her shoes before and she had encouraged them to talk, to report and to testify. There was no excuse for her not doing the same for her beating…the problem was it was not until this exact moment that she could fully comprehend how difficult it was to report…anything. She wanted nothing more to do than to sink into her bed and pretend that this nightmare had not happened and yet she knew that was a pipe dream. Nothing from this moment on for her would be the same. Recovering from this was going to take a long time and she still didn't know why…why her…why tonight…

She might never know. That was something that she couldn't even begin to comprehend.

And then the fear of being in her own apartment was too much and she was sitting upright, letting out a horse gasp of pain as her ribs and her arm began to scream in protest at the sudden movement and Peter stood up reaching out to sooth her. She didn't want to be touched and so she all but threw herself backwards into the pillows.

"Anna…Anna…it's ok, it's ok I promise you"

But in her panic she was reaching out for him again and her hand found his own in the midst of her terror at what he was going to see as a massively inconsequential thing.

"I can't…I can't go back home…I don't…what if those…what if their there? What if those people are watching my apartment…I mean, I don't want to go home, Peter I don't want to go home!"

Peter's hands slid around her back then and he pulled her into a hug. He was gentle as he could be and Anna found herself resting her head on his shoulder for a second as he rocked her back and forth with a gentleness that she had not been on the receiving end of for a long time and which had always suspected him off but had never seen.

"It's ok Anna. You can come and stay at mine for a few days…at least until PD complete their investigation…I mean" he said suddenly back peddling as a look that could have almost been nerves suddenly flew across his face.

"I mean I understand if you don't want to. I can call Laura and see if she can come and you can stay with her. Or anyone if you want?" she noticed that his hand was on hers still on the bed and that he looked ready to drop from exhaustion. Anna was suddenly very aware that she had taken him from his bed after a nightmare day at the office and that here he was offering her a place to stay while she…while she…while she what?

"Can I come and stay with you?" she asked quietly. "I feel safe with you"

Peter let out a noise then that she could quite understand but when she looked up at him she saw that he was staring at the hospital curtains. For a second she watched him battle something deep inside him, seeing without really realising what was happening.

"Of course you can. You can stay as long as you need. You can take the spare bedroom. I'll call Jeffries as well and make sure that work can wait, I can spend the next couple of days working from home If that helps as well"

Anna nodded barely hearing what he was saying, all she knew was that she didn't have to go back to her apartment tonight and she clung to that with all that she had. It was her one assurance that while tonight had happened it had not seen her in a hospital room alone. She had friends…she had Peter.

And for the girl who used to be bullied on the playground when she was little for having no friends, that was saying something.

"I'll let the nurse know" Peter said gently before exiting the room. Anna watched him go and leaned back on her pillows her body thrumming with an ache she couldn't understand and a pain that she could all too well and knew that whatever happened next, she had Peter who was offering her more than she could ever repay him, even if her repayment was something as silly and utterly pointless as her love.

And there you are, I hope you all enjoy and I will try and get the next chapter up sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Peter reflects on the phone call that changed his life, his feelings for Anna and his rage at what has happened...all while he helps Anna move into his apartment.