Stella pulled her shift bag over her shoulder, keeping her head down low as she made her way out of the locker room. Her body ached, it had been a long shift, the majority of fifty one being out for the most part of the day and night. Truck being called out in the early hours to a house fire and only arriving back shortly before shift change. The woman knowing she would have to walk home today because Grant now had her car. She silently thanked the world for it being a warmer morning than those previous to it, her coat providing enough warmth for her not to be too concerned about the elements. She needed to get home and tidy up, and then she just wanted to sleep, something that she was hoping would come easily to her. The firefighters body screaming at her as her bag swung around slightly catching a few bruises on her side. She'd done her best to avoid questions for the most part of shift, the busy day demanding everyone's focus elsewhere something she had been grateful for after Grants unannounced visit. When she'd returned from the locker room she had been met with questioning looks around the room, no one asking the questions she knew were on their lips. Severide never once losing eye contact with her as she sat down at the long table her eyes telling him everything he needed to know about the encounter she'd just had. Although he didn't know anything for certain he was almost positive that Grant was off the rails again, the mans body language alone screaming at him. Stella's cowering had only confirmed his worries, the woman was scared of her husband for that he was sure, but he didn't know how deep it went and although she could tell he wanted to ask the bells had gone off before he could.

"You ok?" her voice pulled her out of her head. She had been sure most of second shift were already gone, the last few stragglers having be a couple of engine guys in the locker room but her voice told her they weren't the only ones still around. Looking up to meet her gaze, Stella nodded before picking up the pace desperate to get away from the questions she was sure her friend had. "Stella" she shouted, the paramedic running to catch up with her. "Talk to me?"

"I'm ok, Gabby" she said unconvincingly, "promise I'm ok."

"You don't seem it Stella, what's going on? Is it Grant?"

"No it's nothing honestly, I've got to go. I've erm, got some stuff to do."

"Let me drive you home, you are exhausted, we all are. Come on, I can't let you walk and I know he took the Jeep."

Stella sighed there was no way around it, Gabby would curb crawl all the way to her apartment if she had to and that would only raise more questions. "Ok" she agreed hoping Gabby would just drop her off and go, she knew that was unlikely though. The paramedic wanted to get her in a confined space so she could press her. They both knew it but Stella wouldn't say anything, she couldn't not after all Grant had done.

"Come on I'm parked over here" Gabby said gently placing her hand on Stella's arm.

The drive to Stella's was short, Gabby glancing over to her friend repeatedly, occasionally trying to make conversation and being met with short one worded answers if at all. Parking up outside the block Dawson turned in her seat to face her friend. "Stella I know something is going on, please let me help you?"

"Gabby I'm fine, I promise."

"You're not fine Stella" Dawson said firmly placing her hand on top of her friends knee. "Is it Grant, did he do that to your face? Is that why your wrists are bruised?"

"Please Gabby leave it. I'm fine."

"You're not! Come on please speak to me."

"I can't" she whispered, her voice shaky as she realized that her attempts at hiding it weren't convincing enough and now she was in dangerous territory of someone knowing, she couldn't let her know. "Please."

"I can help you Stella." Gabby said, her eyes shining with a mixture of sympathy, concern and worry. "Let me help you."

"I can't" she said again, the tears brimming at the edges of her eyes, "he'll.." she cut herself off, wiping her hand across her eyes before looking up at her friend, "I'm good."

Gabby sighed loudly, she could see the firefighter shutting down, closing herself off from the hand she was extending. She'd hoped she could convince her that she wasn't alone, that it was ok to ask for help, but she could also see it wasn't the time to push her. The younger girl obviously closing herself off from her own emotions in an attempt to convince her she was ok, but she wasn't, Dawson could see that and she wasn't going to let it drop even if she wasn't going to push it right now, this was a conversation they were going to have at some point. Today may not be the day but one day soon, she was going to make sure her friend had the strength to speak out about what was happening to her. She could see the signs, the signs that her friend was suffering, that she was being controlled by her drug addict husband. She was worth so much more than what he was giving her, and someday soon she was going to realize it. "Ok" she said, forcing a smile onto her face, swallowing the anger she could feel raising up inside her, from the short encounter they'd just had she was sure her suspicions were right, she was sure something else was going on.

"Thanks for the lift home, I'll see you next shift."

"Stella" Gabby said, as the taller woman closed the door, "I'm closing Molly's tonight if you want to pick up a shift with me?" She hoped getting her behind the bar would help her open up, knowing that they all had a few while working.

"Er yea maybe."

"Well the offers there ok?"

"Ok, thanks Dawson."

The Latino smiled at her friend as she turned and walked away, Gabby noticing now that she was limping slightly, something she was sure she wasn't doing earlier. Making a mental note to ask her about it, she pulled away from the curb heading home and to her own bed. Her mind flooded with all kinds of scenarios of her friends home life, something within her screaming there was more to the story. Stella's hesitance to talk to her a huge red flag.

Stepping inside the apartment she was over come with fear and emotion, the trashed room looking worse after twenty four hours away from it. The broken coffee table a harsh reminder of the way her body had been flung across the room before he'd dragged her to the bedroom. Her body shivering involuntarily as she remembered everything he'd said and done. The memory of him pinning her against the bed as he hauled abuse at her, the way Kelvin arrived moments after he was finished attacking her. The way she'd cowered in the corner once more as he took his hit, the way she'd watched his body relax and how he'd slumped into the bed beside her. Her naked form curled into a tight ball as she cried herself to sleep again. Something she'd done time and time again since the first time he'd laid his hands on her, her body numb from the pain. The events of the night playing over again and again like a movie in her mind, the walls seemingly caving in around her as she stood frozen at the front door. Glass covered almost the entire apartment, littering the path from the door to the kitchen, she needed to start the clean up especially as she had no idea how long Grant was going to be away. He hadn't said when he'd be back, he never did, he'd just swan back in with some flowers and candy, apologize and they'd move on. The problem was she wasn't sure if she could this time, this time had been different, he'd done something he'd never done before and the thought of him doing it again scared her. Before she could think about it she picked up her phone, scrolling through to find the person she needed, just hoping he wasn't asleep yet, knowing he'd been just as busy as they had.

It didn't take long for his grough voice to answer, "hello."

"Kelly, it's me." she said quietly the nerves creeping up her back as she spoke quickly, "can you come over please? I need your help."

He could hear the upset in her voice, he'd seen it on shift. Something was clearly wrong and here she was reaching out to him, his body was screaming at him to rest but he couldn't leave her alone not when she'd finally reached out, not when he could finally help her. "I'm on my way" he said, as she heard him pick up his keys and open what she assumed was his front door. Hanging up the phone, she started to move around the apartment quickly, beginning with her closet, emptying the contents into the open suitcase she'd placed on the bed, Stella doing everything she could to keep it together as she packed up her things. Moving from the bedroom to the bathroom, as she heard the front door go. Her body freezing as his voice filtered through to her.

"Stella"

She stood frozen, shampoo in hand, he was home. He shouldn't be here, he said he was going to Tony's. This had been her chance, her body flooded with fear, if he saw the suitcase he'd flip. Backing up against the bathroom wall she turned the lock, doing everything she could to try and think clearly. Hearing him moving through the apartment calling for her, his footsteps getting closer and closer to the bedroom. She heard him stop, clearly he'd seen her suitcase full of clothes, listening to his breathing deepen as he yelled her name. The fear causing her body to shake, as he banged on the locked door. Pulling out her phone she did the only thing she could think of, she rang Kelly, putting the phone down behind the sink as Grant's voice got louder and louder.

"Open this fucking door right now" he yelled, hammering his fist against it. How dare she pack a bag, who the fuck did she think she was. She was his, he told her that yesterday, he wasn't going to let her walk out on him. "Stella open this door now"

"No Grant, not while you're mad. I'll talk to you but I'm not coming out of this room until you calm down."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He shouted, "Get your sorry ass out here now, did I not make myself clear yesterday. Are you really that thick?"

Stella glanced at her phone, seeing the call had connected and only imagining what Kelly must be thinking on the other line.

He hadn't long been home when her call had come, a call he'd hoped she'd make a hundred times before, the one where she asked him for help. The minute he heard her voice he knew she wasn't ok, but she would be, he'd help her through it. His worse fears coming true as he heard her say the words. "I need your help." He'd left before even hanging up the phone, he had no idea what he was walking into but he was safe in the knowledge that Grant was going out of town, he'd got that much out of her at the station. He'd come for the Jeep when his car wouldn't start, he'd taken her only mode of transport so that he could go visit his friend, effectively leaving her stranded at fifty one. But he knew Dawson had driven her home, he'd watched as the two women had gotten into her car, so he knew she'd got home safely and he could only assume that she'd called him within a few minutes of being in her apartment. He knew something had happened but what he wasn't certain, everyone had spotted the bruising peaking out from underneath her shirt and they'd all seen the gash on her face. Kelly had his suspicions of how she'd got it, but whenever she was asked she'd told the same story of she'd tripped and fell.

Ringing brought him out of his head, seeing her name on his screen again he answered immediately, "I'm about five minutes out" he began before falling silent, hearing Grants loud voice and what sounded like him banging on a door. Kelly's body tensing as he heard the vicious words leaving the mans mouth, he could only imagine what was playing out at the apartment. He pressed down harder on the gas, not caring that he was now speeding through the final streets to her place, only focused on getting there and getting her out of Grants reach safely. He listened as she calmly told Grant she wasn't opening the door, he heard the angry response and the deafening crash as Grant bashed against the door again. Kelly desperate to get there before the man had a chance to break it down. Scared for his friend and what would happen if her husband did indeed get to her.

His car screamed onto her street just as he heard Stella scream, ripping the keys from the ignition he took the steps up to her door two at a time, crashing through the front door just as Grant dragged her across the room, holding her by her hair as he slammed her body against the sofa.

"What the hell?" Kelly shouted, his eyes wide at the way she was being flung round.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Grant asked, slapping her hard around the face, "You fucking him?"

"No" she whimpered her arms coming up to protect her face, as his arm raised again this time a fist making its way towards her body, Stella dodging the punch as Kelly made his way quickly across the destroyed apartment.

"Grant stop" Kelly shouted, the other man turning on him and trying to land a few punches, Kelly grabbed his arm twisting it behind his back. "You ok?" he said speaking to Stella, the woman nodding gently as the tears streamed down her face. "Go call the police Stella" he urged, she stood up and walked back to the bathroom, retrieving her phone from the sink and ending the call connected to Kelly's phone still. Dialing 911 her hands shook, knowing that this was just the beginning, her reaching out to Kelly today was just the start. She was going to have to talk about this several times over, she was going to have to explain everything over and over. And there was going to be questions, questions about her, questions about him, questions about everything that had happened. What she wasn't sure about was if she could answer them. After being assured the police were on their way, Stella moved back to the living room. Her friend still holding tightly on to her husband, who had turned to hauling abuse at him. It didn't take long for the police to arrive, the officers taking in the scene as they stepped through the open door.

"We've got him" the officers said as they cuffed Grants arms behind his back, the man still fighting against them to get to Stella, the woman curling herself into Kelly's strong embrace as she watched her husband get lead away by the first set of officers, just as two more entered the apartment, Stella assuming that they had sent multiple vehicles because of the nature of the call.

"Are you ok?" Kelly asked, leading her back to the sofa, his complete focus on her and her tense body.

"I'm ok" she nodded against him, her arms holding on to him tightly.

"You don't have to speak to them now. Not if you aren't ready, I can send them away." He said glancing at the two police women still stood in the doorway.

"I'm ok" she said again, her voice shaky, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes again as she slowly looked up and towards the officers. "You need my statement right?"

"Yes mam" one of the officers said walking further into the apartment, stepping over the broken glass carefully. "If you are up for it we need to know what happened here."

Stella waved her hand towards the chairs opposite her, the gesture inviting the officers to sit down. Both of them holding the same sympathetic look as they took up their positions ready to hear the woman's account. Stella looking towards Kelly as she began to tell them what had happened the night before last.

"... then he pinned me to the bed and he.. he" her teary eyes looked up to meet his, the sadness and anger he felt shining back at her. Kelly's body cursing with anger as he listened to her words, the words of an abused woman, the woman he'd come to admire over the time they'd worked together. This woman blaming herself for the horrible events she experienced. The events of that night haunting her as she recounted them, laying out her horrific torture and attack the person who was supposed to love her had bestowed.

"It's ok" one of the officers said placing a reassuring hand on her knee, "take your time."

Stella stared at them all blankly, before pushing herself up off the couch. The sudden action taking them all by surprise as she moved across the otherwise silent apartment, all of them watching her carefully as she made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. The woman standing with her back to them desperately trying to calm her breathing. Her mind racing with all of the things she wanted to say, all the truths she wanted to tell, all the things he'd done to her that she wanted to admit he'd done, but fear stopping her. The fear of what he would do if she continued to talk, the fear of not being believed, or being believed and everyone looking at her like she was broken, like she was worthless. Looking at her like he had been looking at her for a long time. Everything he'd ever said to her, every hurtful word replying in her mind. Every threat ringing in her ears as she put walls up around herself, as she slowly began to pick up the mess around her and clear up. Completely oblivious to the three pairs of eyes that followed her movements, or the exchange they gave each other. None of them sure what to do or say, but seeing the exact moment she had shut down, knowing that there was no way she'd open up now. And without her statement they had nothing to hold the man they'd just arrested on. He'd be free to go, free to do whatever it was he had been doing, all three of them knowing that this woman was in a vulnerable and impossible position. But you can't make someone talk, you can't make them admit to things until they are ready. Stella knew this and she knew if she just kept cleaning eventually they'd realise she wasn't ready. She knew that without her talking Grant would be free within a few hours, the call would be chalked down to a domestic, she hadn't given them anything they could hold him on. In fact she'd done the opposite, she given them cause for her arrest. She had admitted to buying illegal drugs for him, she'd admitted to doing just that last night, if anything she had implicated herself in a drugs charge.

"Miss Kidd?" The officers voice pulled her out of her head, Stella stopping what she was doing and looking up to find the officer stood next to her. "Are you ready to continue?"

Stella shook her head "No. I'm not pressing charges, I just want to tidy up." She said before continuing clearly the glass off the kitchen floor.

Kelly stood up moving slowly across the room, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Stella" he said gently putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm good Kelly, I just need to clear up. You can all leave." Her voice was sharp as she spoke, the tone taking the man by surprise.

"Stella, you called me for help, let me help you."

"I said leave." She said standing up to face them all, "everyone go please."

"Let me help" Kelly said again, his sad eyes never leaving hers, the pleading in his voice momentarily making her question her decision but she held firm as she again insisted they all left.

"Go" she near shouted.

The policewomen nodding at each other before asking one more time if she was sure she didn't want to press charges, explaining to her that if she wasn't they would chalk it all down to a domestic disturbance and Grant would be released.

"I'm sure, I've just got to get this place clean again before he gets home. He doesn't like it messy."

With that she ushered them all to the door, closing it behind them and locking it in place. Her tough demeanour faltering the minute the door was closed, her body sinking to the floor as she immediately regretted her decision. The tears rolling down her cheeks thick and fast as she listened to their footsteps fade down the hallway, her chance of being freed slowly slipping away.

She moved her body between the bodies of her friends as she made her way down the bar serving up beers to anyone and everyone, Molly's heaving with people. Doing all she could to avoid the person sat at the end of the bar, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her work. After he'd left her apartment earlier he'd tried to call and text her but the woman had ignored him. When he heard she was working tonight he'd hoped he'd be able to catch five minutes with her, but she actively avoided him, in fact she'd actively avoided the end of the bar he was sat at altogether. But that hadn't stopped him watching her, it hadn't stopped him worrying about her or everything he'd seen and heard. He was positive that wasn't the first time something like that had happened and he was positive that she was about to confide something in the officers earlier but fear had stopped her. Fear was what was keeping her from him now, the members of fifty one at the bar noticing the distance between the two friends tonight, a distance that was extremely unusual for them of late.

"Do you want a refill?"

"Huh? Oh yeah please Dawson." He said snapping his head up to look at the woman in front of him, the concern in her eyes reflecting the sadness in his. "Is she... is Stella ok?" He asked aware that he was the only person in the bar that knew what had transpired when they had left shift earlier, aware that his question could and would open up more questions than answers but she was avoiding him and he needed to see how she was doing. He needed to help her, he needed her to let him.

"Yea I think so. I mean she seems ok" Dawson said placing a fresh beer in front of him, "Kelly?" She said watching his gaze refocus on their friend, everything about his demeanour telling her enough about the distance she'd noticed between them. "What's going on?"

"Huh?" He said snapping his head back to her again.

"Has something happened?"

Kelly took a huge breath before nodding his head slightly, "she called me earlier, asked for help but when I got to her apartment Grant was there he was..." his voice trailed off as his brain flooded with images of her being flung across the apartment, bile raising in his throat as he envisioned the mans fist making its way towards her body.

"He what?"

"He was on one. He was arrested but Stella she refused to press charges, and Dawson those bruises... those bruises I'm sure he gave her them."

Gabby's heart sank as she heard the words leaving her friends mouth, all her fears being confirmed by the things he was saying, granted he hadn't said much but what he had said was enough. Grant was hurting her friend, had hurt her friend. Whatever he'd done was enough to have him arrested, whatever he'd done was enough for the man in front of her to be rattled, a look she rarely saw on him. "I'll kill him." She said the anger burning in her eyes, as she moved her gaze to her friend. Watching her as she smiled at all the patriots, seemingly carefree as she watched her knock back some shots with the lads at the other end of the bar. Her eyes still focused on her as the other woman turned around and caught her staring, Stella's face falling when she saw the look on her friends face. The look that said she knew, that Kelly had said something about what had happened earlier on today. Her eyes moving towards the man who was looking at her with a similar look to the one Dawson was. Turning her back on them both as she spoke to Hermann, the older man nodding at whatever it was she said before the woman left the bar, moving into the back room.

"I'm going to talk to her" Gabby said flashing a small smile at Kelly, the man nodding his head as he moved his attention to the beer in front of him, taking a sip before closing his eyes momentarily, trying to shake the images of earlier from his mind.

"Ok" he whispered acknowledging the words she'd said.

Gabby moved through the bar quickly, finding Otis and asking if he'd cover her while she went in the back room, the man agreeing immediately when he saw the worried look in her eyes. The woman thanking him before she rushed off to find her friend.

Opening the door she saw her stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her breathing labored as she fought desperately against the tears brimming at her eyes, the tough shell breaking as she stood alone in the darken room. The taller woman not even noticing her friends presence. Gabby made her way slowly across the room to her, carefully reaching out and placing her hand on her shoulder, doing everything she could to make her presence known and not make her friend jump, something she obviously failed at when the woman before her cried out as she pulled herself away from the paramedics touch.

"I'm sorry" Dawson whispered, "are you ok?"

"He told you?"

Gabby nodded "not much, but enough."

Stella nodded her head in acknowledgment but didn't speak, the tears breaking free as a lone one made it's way down her cheek. Gabby remaining a strong presence next to her, neither one of them making any attempt to speak or move their silence deafening as both woman gathered their thoughts.

"How long?" Gabby asked after several moments of quiet.

"Pardon?"

"How long has it been happening?"

"It's nothing, it was a one off. He was just mad, don't worry about it." Stella said shrugging her friend off and moving towards the glasses she'd come to fetch. Gabby watching as she once again shut down, the paramedic having seen it happen with abuse victims before knew she needed to tread carefully, if she was to get anything out of her friend she needed to approach the subject with caution.

"Stella" she breathed out, the frustration she felt rising within her as she moved closer to her friend. "Come on?"

"No Gabby it's nothing, he didn't mean it. I can handle it" she pushed her way past her, heading out of the door and back into the busy bar before Dawson could even register what was happening. The firefighter effectively ending the conversation as she left the room, Gabby taking a moment to calm herself before following her back out into the bar. Making her way back to where Severide was sat, the man now accompanied by her husband and a few other members of fifty one.

"How'd it go?" he asked when he saw her returning.

Gabby shaking her head "It didn't, she completely shut down."

Severide nodding in response, making his voice as quiet as possible before speaking again "it's not the first time."

"I know"

"I don't care what she says, what I saw, what he did, the way she reacted, that wasn't the first time."

"I know, but what can we do. We can't force her to talk and if we try she's only going to shut us out more, she's not come near you tonight and I'm sure she won't come near me again now. I don't know what to do. This is different than if it was a patient, this is our friend."

"I know, let me deal with it. You have enough going on, you don't need this on top of all that."

Gabby opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by his rough voice filling her ears. "Is my wife here?" The paramedics body tensing as her eyes moved from Kelly to him, not missing the tension in her friends body as he registered who was stood next to him.

"Yes" Gabby said shortly, her eyes darting down the bar to where Stella was. The firefighter loading glasses onto the bottom shelf, the bar shielding her from his gaze.

"Well can you get her?" He asked, the mans voice calm and steady.

"What do you want Grant?" Gabby asked, her words short and harsh, "she's working, so what do you want?"

"What I want is to speak to my wife, about what has nothing to do with you." He spat, his eyes moved to the man still frozen in his seat next to him "or you for that matter!" He added sharply. Kelly coming out of the trance he was in as the mans words washed over him.

"To hell it hasn't" he spat, standing up and turning to face the man who he'd witness abuse his friend. "After what I saw earlier, you think I'm going to let you anywhere near her again?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Grant said his loud voice catching the attention of many people around them. "She is my wife and I will speak to her if I want to!"

Gabby could feel the gaze of her friend upon her, Stella frozen in her crouched down position as she listened to her husband shout her name down the bar.

"Stella"

The firefighter trying to muster the courage to face the man she'd had arrested, the man she knew was going to be furious with her.

"Stella, get over here. I need to talk to you."

Slowly she pulled herself up from the ground, forcing her feet to move towards the man she was hoping wouldn't turn up here tonight. Hoping he wouldn't cause a scene after everything that had transpired earlier on in the day. Hoping common sense would prevale the need to teach her a lesson. But it would appear it had, had no effect, if anything it had only made him more sure she'd keep her mouth shut. She couldn't have said anything otherwise he wouldn't be free, she knew he knew that. If she'd said anything he'd still be in that cell, the cell she'd sent him to, after all it had been her that had made the call, sure Kelly told her to but she'd listened, she was the one that had made the call and that was something he wasn't going to be ok with, that was something she was sure he was going to make sure never happened again.

His eyes watched her as she made her way towards him, the stupid bitch walking so slowly, she knew he hated it when she made him wait, she was doing it on purpose to wind him up. The fact she was here at all and not at home waiting for him, surely she had known he'd want an explanation. He wanted to know why that prick Kelly was at their place, why she'd called the police, exactly what she'd told them and anyone else. If she'd ran her stupid mouth.

"Grant" Stella started, the nervousness she felt coming through in her voice and body language, as everyone's eyes were locked on the couple.

"Shut up!" He said strongly, "get your stuff we're going" his tone was leaving no room for argument, as she moved to remove the rag from her shoulder and collect her purse. Her eyes avoiding all contact with anyone, her movements slow and precise.

"Stella" Gabby tried reaching out for her, "Stella, you don't have to go with him."

"It's ok."

"Stella please."

"Dawson I'm fine. I'll see you next shift."

Moving out from behind the bar, she made her way through the crowds each step making the pit in her stomach turn more and more. The bile rising in her throat as she did everything she could to keep moving and not throw up. Moving towards the angry man in front of her. His hand coming out and gripping her arm firmly, the pressure alone telling her how mad he was. Her eyes remaining on the ground as he dragged her out of the bar, everyone stunned to silence as they watched one of their own be treated in that way. Kelly following them out of the door, not willing to allow anything else to happen to his friend.

"Hey!" He shouted "why don't you come swing at someone your own size."

Grant turned to face him, not letting go of his wife's arm as he shot daggers at the firefighter in front of him. "Why the fuck do you care? This has nothing to do with you, this is between me and my wife."

"You made it about me when I saw your fling her across a room Grant! Now let her go!" Kelly's loud voice drawing people out into the street, Stella frozen at Grants side as her best friend and husband shouted at each other. The woman wishing the ground would open up, wishing all eyes weren't trained on her. Her focus being pulled to as Grant pushed her towards the Jeep, the sudden action causing her to trip as she stumbled out of his grasp and to the floor. She didn't see it happen but next thing she knew Grant was on the floor next to her, Severide standing over him as he rained punch after punch down on him. A involuntary scream leaving the woman's lips as she begged him to stop.

Her voice pierced his ears, his eyes trailing to her lying on the floor. "Kelly stop." She begged, tears streaming down her face, as she shuffled her body upwards, grabbing Grant and moving them both towards the Jeep. Not looking at anyone as she took the keys from him and drove off down the street.