Penny
"Really? 'Hey'?" she asks me, with raised eyebrows. She turns back to the mirror, trying to calm the red patches on her face with cool water. She looks as though she's either just thrown up or been crying hysterically. It makes my stomach twist with guilt.

"I'm so sorry," I blurt out. "I really thought he didn't do it."

"Why would I lie?" She says, refusing to look at me. Instead, she reapplies some concealer to the red areas. "I didn't even know who he was when I identified him."

I sigh out, before attempting to explain my reasoning. "I thought maybe you recognised him from pictures Callie had... I don't know."

"You thought I lied to get back at you," It comes out as a statement, not a question. And, I can't argue back. She's right. "How self-obsessed are you?" she asks, rhetorically, as she quickly paints her eyelashes with mascara.

"Really... Arizona... I feel terrible," I say, honestly. She exhales with a short laugh. It's one of disbelief. I've definitely said the wrong thing.

"Oh... you feel terrible? That's a shame for you," she says, sarcastically, as she puts her make up back into her purse. Finally, she turns to face me. "I've felt terrible for the past two months. I've felt scared, and pathetic, and anxious, and terrible." Her already bloodshot eyes start to shine with tears and my heart jumps into my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I say, again, my eyes stinging with tears of sympathy. "I'm so sorry," I say, desperately. "I want to help you. Please, let me help you." She scoffs at me.

"You can't help," she says, bluntly. "You know... I haven't been out in public by myself since it happened. I'm a little bit scared of the dark and I have nightmares every night." She continues. She needs to unload this on someone and I don't think she wants to worry her family or her friends. She needs to unload it on someone she doesn't like. Maybe this is the way I can help her. "I have cried... I have cried so much. And, I'm anxious. I'm anxious all the damn time," her voice breaks. "It's worse than the car wreck, it's worse than the shooting and it's worse than that fucking plane crash! And, do you know why?" It's not a question she wants me to answer. She just wants to shout stuff at me. "Because it was personal, Penny. He chose me. He targeted me. He attacked me. Just for being myself. How am I supposed to go back to normal? How the hell do I know this isn't going to happen to me again?" She exhales sharply before tilting her head to the ceiling and closing her eyes, trying to regain some composure.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swings open and we both turn our heads to face Amelia Shepherd. She smiles at Arizona, looking a little relieved. When her eyes flit to me, her face changes. The smile turns into tight, pursed lips and her brow furrows.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She growls at me, moving quickly to stand next to Arizona, who just looks bewildered. She places her hand on Arizona's lower back and focuses all of her attention on the blonde. "Are you okay?" She says, much more calmly to her. She nods her head and they both turn back to look at me.

"Get the fuck out of here, now," Amelia says to me through gritted teeth.

But, I can't move. I continue to study Arizona's face, trying to determine whether or not her rant has helped her. I'd say it's eased her a little. When I finally look at Amelia, I realise that it's probably in everyone's best interest that I do leave.

...

Arizona
Quinn and I are standing ready for the final part of the trial. My leg shakes and I tap my knuckles, trying to think of anything other than the worst possible outcome.

"Arizona... Stop fidgeting," Quinn whispers, sharply.

"S-sorry," I whisper back, bowing my head. I close my eyes and try to control my movements. After a few seconds, I feel her hand on my shoulder. I turn to look at her.

"Don't worry, we've got this. That monster is going away for a very long time." I nod my head in agreement with her even though I'm still not convinced.

Just before we sit down, I hear the courtroom doors open and close. Whoever that is, they're late. I look behind me and see Penny. She looks very awkward. She glances towards her mother who is wearing a look of annoyance and gesturing for her to come back to her seat. But, she doesn't move. Penny's eyes move back to me for a second. Then she does something that surprises me. She sits on my side of the courtroom. It's a small gesture, but I'm thankful for it.

...

Amelia
The investigation into the stalking side of things is over pretty quickly. The police officer who found the photographs of Arizona in James Blake's apartment is cross-examined a couple of times and then it's over. Again, it's very obvious that Blake's guilty, despite Roche's feeble attempts at defending him.

The closing statements go by in a blur. I keep my focus on Arizona the whole time. I am in awe of her. She has been so incredibly strong today. She's handled each twist and turn of the trial with elegance and grace. In the five and a half years that I've known her, I never would have guessed she'd have dealt with something like this so well. She's extraordinary. But, I know today has taken its toll on her. I just hope the jury sees sense and finds Blake guilty so that this beautiful woman can find some peace.

...

Arizona
"All rise for the honorable Judge Stevens," I hear from the other side of the courtroom. As we stand, I feel my stomach flip. I feel like I'm going to pass out. The jury members are about to deliver the verdict. Everything hangs on these next few moments.

"Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" The judge asks as he sits down. He signals for the rest of us to sit, too. One member of the jury remains standing.

"We have your honour," one woman says on their behalf.

"And, how do you find the defendant?"

The sound of my heartbeat takes over the silent moments that follow. It feels like an eternity before anybody responds.

"For assault with intent to commit rape, we find the defendant guilty."

I breathe a sigh of relief. He gets some jail time at least. He can't harm me. He can't harm anyone for a long time.

"For assault in the first degree, we find the defendant guilty."

Quinn grabs my forearm and squeezes. She knew this was coming, but she also knew I had my doubts. It's a gesture that's a cross between 'everything's going to be okay' and 'I told you so'.

"For misdemeanour stalking, we find the defendant guilty."

With this final statement, I feel every muscle in my body unclench and relax. I'm taking solace in the fact that not only will this man be locked away, but also that I've been believed. Other than Blake walking free, the thing I was really scared of was being branded a liar. Now I know that both of those things won't be happening, I feel like a can finally de-stress a little.

"Dr James Blake, you have been found guilty for the crimes of assault with intent to commit rape, assault in the first degree and misdemeanour stalking. Sentencing will take place in ninety days. You will not be granted bail."

Moments after the gavel is brought down, there's hustle and bustle in the courtroom. Members of the public start to file out and Blake is escorted out behind the judge. He glances back at me with venom in his eyes. When he smirks at me, I shrink into myself. I close my eyes and hope that's the last time I ever have to lay eyes on him. Quinn shakes my hand and congratulates me. It feels more like justice than a victory but I smile and thank her anyway before leaving. The second I'm through the gate, I'm rushed into an embrace. I bury my face into Amelia's neck and hold tight. My emotions are all over the place. I could burst into tears. I could scream in pain. I could laugh hysterically. I could fall asleep. I break the embrace before one of these emotions becomes a physical reaction. We walk out and gather outside.

"How are you feeling?" Richard asks me, as we all settle a few yards away from the building's steps.

"Tired," I reply, honestly, with a weak smile. "But, fine," I say, trying to reassure the group.

"Sorry, we've got to take off. My shift starts in like an hour," Jo says, apologetically. "I'm glad you're okay," she says and kisses me on the cheek. Alex lightly punches me on the arm and smiles at me. He's not about to get emotional in front of other people. I smile back at him before they rush towards the car.

We talk for a little and then say our goodbyes. Amelia and I walk towards her car. Once we're out of sight of everyone else, she intertwines our fingers and brings my hand up to her lips, kissing it gently. We continue to walk hand-in-hand in silence. She knows I need these quiet moments. We stop at the trunk of her car and she turns to face me. She pulls me into another embrace and I feel safe. As my chin rests on her shoulder, I notice two other women in the car park; Penny and her mother. They're arguing. It's not hard to guess what about. The older woman storms off, and Penny sits down on the nearest bench, head in her hands. Amelia breaks the embrace when she realises my attention is elsewhere.

"I'll be back in a minute," I say, quietly. I feel her eyes follow me as I walk towards Penny. What am I doing? I can't seem to stop myself.

"Penny," I say her name, getting her attention immediately. She fiercely wipes her face of any stray tears before looking at me. She looks at me with wide-eyes, as though she's wondering if I've forgiven her yet. It looks as though she could do with a little positivity. "Thank you."