"My name is Viktor Nikiforov, I'm speaking with Alexi Popov." He declared a soon as he reached the window where the secretary was seated.

"He's very busy, what is this regarding?" She asked, lazily, clearly ready to deny his request.

"DNA results from a recent assault on my fiancé." Viktor found it difficult to keep his cool, and was surprised Yurio was standing idly by, not blowing up. "He called me himself twenty minutes ago."

"Let me page him, please take a seat." Before she could, however, a man about Viktor's height but twice his size at least came through a door at the back of the reception area.

"Nikiforov?" He asked.

"Yes." Viktor perked up at his voice. It was Alexi.

"Let him through, Jasha."

The secretary rolled her eyes and unlocked the door, allowing Viktor and Yurio through.

"I thought you said you weren't bringing your fiancé?" Alexi lead them through a room of cubicles crawling with uniformed officers and to a private office in the back of the station.

"I didn't." Viktor shrugged as they sat down, he and Yurio across from Alexi.

"Are you related to the case at all?" Alexi turned Yurio.

"They're going to tell me everything anyway so it's better to cut the middle man." Yurio grumbled, his usual edge having returned when they left the house.

"Okay then." The chief slid a file over to Viktor, who hesitantly grabbed and opened it. "As you know, the hospital labs were able to identify the presence of four foreign DNA samples left on and in your fiancé." Viktor and Yurio both cringed at how easily those words rolled off of the police chief's tongue. He probably talked about worse on a day to day basis, but to hear someone talk so calmly about Yuuri's attack just seemed abnormal. "We ran the samples through our database and came up with three of four names. Their files, which include past crimes, are what you're looking at now."

Viktor felt his hands begin to tremble as he held the names and faces of the men who had hurt his Yuuri. Ivan Kuznetsov, age forty three, arrested twice for indecent exposure and once for sexual assault against a co-worker. Kirill Vasiliev, thirty five, accused of raping his ex-wife, but the charges had been dropped. Oleg Zavragin, thirty seven, charged with the repeated rape of his sister.

Yurio saw Viktor paling as he flipped through the file. He reached out to take it, trying not to gag as he read the last creep's file. Alexi gave them a minute to take in the information before he proceeded with his spiel.

"There are a few courses of action we can take." He began. "We can press charges, but that means your fiancé will have to go to court with them."

"But there's physical evidence that this happened!" Yurio snapped, feeling his usual bubble of anger rising. "What is there to testify?"

"They may try to argue that it was consensual, and they will most likely bring lawyers into it."

Viktor did gag at that statement. "What are the other options? You said we had a few."

"There's one more." Alexi sighed. "And that would be to do nothing."

"What?" Yurio and Viktor grumbled in unison.

"The only reason I bring this up is because of your status." Alexi pointed out. "If your name is somehow leaked to the media through this case, your name and your fiancé's name will be everywhere. Everyone will know about it. I only suggest it for the sake of your privacy."

"There's no way to guarantee that they will be arrested without going to court?" Viktor's voice was somewhere between pissed off and distraught. An interesting combination.

"No. Sexual assault cases are difficult because of the possible misinterpretations or false consent. Most of them get dismissed because of it."

"Bullshit." Yurio huffed, throwing the files back down on the desk.

"Is there anything else we need to know?" Viktor interrupted before Yurio could throw a full-on temper tantrum.

"No, but I need your answer soon."

"Okay, I will discuss it with Yuuri when we get back and call you with our decision." Viktor stood, Yurio following his lead. "Thank you."

Viktor and Yuuri left without another word, to Alexi or each other. It wasn't until they were in the car that the silence was broken.

"So what are you going to do?" Yurio grumbled.

Viktor sighed. "I want him to fight, but in the end, I'll do what he wants."