Amelia

I follow Arizona outside and we sit down on a bench together. She pulls out a pack of Marlboros from her purse and places one between her lips. Her hands are still shaking so much that she can't actually light it. Gently, I take it from her lips and place it between my own. I light it up and hand it back to her.

"Thanks," she says, quietly. As she takes the first drag, her entire body visibly relaxes. She closes her eyes and exhales the smoke slowly. Then, she looks at me and smiles, sadly. I turn my body to face her and use of my hands to tuck her hair behind her ear, allowing my fingers to wrap around the curls at the bottom. "I'm going to stink when I go back in, aren't I?" She says, before taking another drag. I laugh at her, still playing with her hair.

"Well... I figured you'd need a smoke, so I've come prepared," I reassure her. "I have mints and perfume in my purse, you'll be fine." She takes another drag and tilts her head to rest on my shoulder.

"You're a good egg, Amelia Shepherd," she says, evidently much calmer than before. I rest my head on top of hers and hold her free hand. We stay like this until she's half-way through her cigarette. She stubs it out and throws it in the nearby trash can. We talk a little more as she swallows a couple of mints and generously sprays the perfume all over herself. When I check my cell, the numbers read: 12:55.

"C'mon," I say, gently, standing up and escorting her back into the building.

...

Arizona
"So, we've got all the reports," Blake's lawyer starts. He's very slow; nowhere near as animated as Quinn. "These terrible things that have happened to you are obviously true. For that, Dr Robbins, I am truly sorry." He looks dead at me and it makes me squirm. He's almost as creepy as Blake. "However, I'm yet to see any evidence that proves these actions were undertaken by my client. And, perhaps, on the contrary to what Miss Mourey has suggested, you in fact do have an ulterior motive."

"Excuse me?" I ask, bluntly, from the stand.

"Dr Robbins, I believe you know the defendant's sister," he says, gesturing to Penny. I look at her and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, as though she's regretting the decision to be here.

"I do," I respond, confused.

"Could you please describe your relationship with the defendant's sister to the court?" He gestures, leaning on the stand.

"Um... we worked together... briefly, and she dated my ex-wife for a short time," I reply, honestly, with a shrug. I glance at Quinn, whose face remains neutral. "We were civil... friendly, even."

"Ah, I see," he says, finally moving away from the stand. "'Friendly'... Friendly right up until you found out that she was the doctor who couldn't save your friend's life?" My mouth gapes open in shock. "A friend whose sister and widow are here today, supporting you? Derek Shepherd?" I glance across the courtroom at Meredith and Amelia who are sitting next to one another. I see Amelia grit her teeth and stare at the floor, shaking her head in disbelief. Meredith simply glares at him, her cat-like features narrowing. This guy has stooped too low. "'Friendly' up until Dr Penelope Blake's new job across the country forced you into a custody battle over a child with your ex-wife?"

"Objection - speculation!" Quinn shouts from her seat. Though, she still looks unnerved.

"Sustained," the judge says. "Mr Roche, we will not speculate over other cases in this courtroom."

"What is it you're implying?" I ask, starting to get pissed. How dare he bring Derek or Sofia into this! Now... Now, I'm ready to fight.

"My point is that there are reasons you would hold some... animosity towards this family. I am implying, Dr Robbins, that James Blake has been purposefully misidentified. It would make sense, wouldn't it? The ultimate revenge..."

"I wouldn't do that to an innocent man!"

"Well... being a doctor of decent morals, usually, I guess not. But, your mind hasn't been in the right place recently, has it?" He patronizes me. "You're currently seeing a therapist, correct?"

"OBJECTION, SPECULATION!" Quinn practically screams across the courtroom. It's the first time I've seen her lose her cool. But, I continue anyway, ignoring the objection.

"For PTSD caused by that stalker!" I say, gesturing towards Blake. "I need a little counselling, I'm not deranged!" I spit back at him. "And, to imply otherwise suggests that you're not even trying to understand mental health and should be nowhere near this courtroom."

"Dr Robbins," Judge Stevens says, warningly. "I'm going to have to ask you to dial it down a notch."

"Sorry," I say, quietly, bowing my head.

"The defence rests," Roche says, smugly, before taking his seat.

I stand up to move back next to Quinn. As soon as I sit down next to her, she turns to Amelia. "You're up next," she says, quietly, giving her a heads up, which I am so grateful for. As Quinn moves away, I turn to face Amelia myself.

"Are you okay? " I ask, looking at her with concern.

She nods but doesn't look at me. Her focus is all on Blake.

Amelia

"The prosecution calls Amelia Shepherd to the stand," Quinn says, calmly. There's whispers among the public and the jury as I make my way to the stand. Some of them must have made the connection with the last name. They're probably trying to guess whether I'm the widow or the sister.

"Dr Shepherd," she addresses me. "How do you know Dr Robbins?" Oh, this could take a while...

"We work at the same hospital," I confirm, calmly.

"And, you are the person who rushed Dr Robbins into hospital after she'd passed out from the attack, correct?"

"Correct," I keep my eyes on Blake long enough to make him feel uncomfortable before turning back to Arizona's lawyer.

"You witnessed the attack?"

"Part of it," I say, honestly.

"Can you confidently identify the person who attacked Dr Robbins on October 31st 2018?"

"I can."

"And, can you confirm that Dr Robbins has identified the culprit accurately?"

"You don't need to ask me... Look at that woman, and tell me she's not telling the truth," I speak to the jury. "Of course it's him!" I stare James Blake out.

"Dr Shepherd, for court records, please state the name of the person you believe to be the attacker."

"James Blake."

"Thank you, Dr Shepherd," the lawyer says, courteously. "And, if this statement isn't enough for you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have video evidence of the attack clearly showing the defendant's face." Oh, my God, no. Please, do not make her go through this again. Mourey picks up a disc and walks over to the projector. "This disc contains footage taken from the CCTV cameras at The Artisan breakfast bar across the road from the hospital. Judge Stevens, may I?" He motions for her to continue. Roche is completely dumbfounded. There's a quiet but heated discussion between himself and Blake as the disc is put into the machine.

I keep my eyes on Arizona for a few moments. She's shrunk back into her chair, arms wrapped around her stomach. Her eyes flit back and forth from the floor to the screen and I can see tears shining in her eyes. I turn my attention to the video. The contents of the disc can only be described as harrowing. We can see every painful moment replayed; Arizona falling backwards as she tries to defend herself, being thrown like a ragdoll through a car window, and finally being viciously stabbed with the needle. As the attacker turns to run away, he faces the camera. Quinn pauses the footage here and zooms in closer to reveal his face. There's no way Blake's getting out of this one. That's him, as clear as day.

"Thank you, Miss Mourey," Judge Stevens says, quickly switching the screen off. "Dr Robbins," he addresses Arizona, but she doesn't respond. "Dr Robbins," he repeats. Arizona's head spins to look at him. She looks completely spaced out; almost as though she's forgotten where she is. I wish Quinn would do something, she's just sitting next to her. Comfort her, you idiot. "Court will break for a short recess," Judge Stevens says, again. He must have decided against this going any further for now. "Please return at 3:30," he says, banging his gavel. This time, Arizona waits for no one. She rushes out of the courtroom without a word.

...

Arizona
I manage to make it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach leap out of my body. I vomit twice more before I'm able to move again. I wipe my mouth with tissue and throw into the toilet before flushing. I stumble out of the cubicle like a zombie, and look at myself in the mirror. Total mess. I take a couple of the mints Amelia gave me earlier before splashing my face with cold water. I hear the door open, and feel someone standing behind me.

"Hey," a quiet voice says. I know that voice, and it's not a welcome one. I turn around to face Penny Blake.