Chloe aims the taser in her sweaty palms right at the man who's holding the girl by the neck. Nathan's eyes avert their gaze from Max, and pierce into her own. "Who the fuck are you?" He angrily shouts in her direction. His glazed eyes burn into the brunette, "Did you call her here? Are you fucking serious, Max?!"

Chloe has seen more than enough in her police career that absolutely nothing could take her by surprise anymore. But, as soon as she sees those weary blue eyes silently calling her for help, she knows that this is completely different. This wasn't just some same old fight that she had to come and break up, this was something she had never dealt with before.

"Put your hands up, and step away from the girl." Chloe spoke sternly, tightening her grip on the taser. She could tell, just from his movements and his gaze, he's intoxicated. He doesn't even think about how tight his grip is on the girl's neck, it'll probably bruise. Bastard.

Nathan stares dead on at the police officer, pulling on the squirming girl in front of him. "I didn't fucking say you could come into my house!" He roars, Max whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut, her small hands shakily wrapping around his wrist.

It broke Chloe's heart; this girl didn't seem to be putting up a fight at all, it was almost as if he controlled her like a puppet. There was nothing, not even a sliver of hope for herself.

"I'll ask you one more time, step away from the girl." The officer is quickly losing her patience for this shit, and so is the man. His attention is ward off of Max as he turns to completely face The Punk.

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm so sick of people trying to control me!"His grip is lost on the small girl as he lunges towards the officer, Chloe ready to pull the trigger. "Stop or I will shoot!" He didn't even seem to care to register what she had to say, and there was no stopping the ferocity coming her way. Her finger hurriedly squishes the trigger, shooting out the flimsy electrical cords.

One lands in his chest, the other in his arm. Almost immediately he stops in his tracks, trembling violently. He screams out, but nothing verbally correct. Max watches the whole ordeal, watching his pain. She always watches, but this time seems different. She feels this is okay to watch, she isn't enduring the pain.

Chloe's relieved to have stopped him, and rushes over while he's incapacitated to slap the handcuffs onto him. He doesn't bother to fight back, which is a big help for the officer. She pulls him up off of the floor to slouch his limp body against the door of the apartment.

Max braces herself against the wall, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened to her. Should I be afraid? Should I be glad? I don't know. Every feeling had made it's way into her mind, but her eyes are aloof and her body is numb.

The officer's obligatory actions were to come next, but as she turns and sees the poor girl she can't but feel like there's something more she should be doing. This is my job, and she's apart of it. Nothing more, nothing less. Chloe clears her throat, taking a nervous step forward. "Miss, are you alright?"

Max backs up further against the wall as soon as the police officer takes a step forward. "S-sorry," Chloe quickly apologizes when she realized she had startled the shocked girl. "I'm Officer Price, I'm here to help you. But you have to answer my questions, okay?"

Chloe glances over to Nathan's limp body, resisting the urge to make a grimacing expression. She turns back to the brunette, "Are you okay to talk?" Her hands latch onto her utility belt, a pose that makes her feel more empowered. She didn't feel the need to have more power than the small girl, The Punk's height probably did all the empowering she needed.

Max glances up at officer before quickly averting her gaze elsewhere, as if she is intimidated. She slowly shakes her head, not able to find her voice. Chloe sighs heavily, accepting the fact she knew this would happen. "Alright, well. Backup is on the way and will pick

you up, you will have to answer their questions. Your…" She looks momentarily over her shoulder at the man, speaking again when her eyes are back on the girl.

"Friend will be taken to the station. You'll be in separate cars, don't worry. It's over." Chloe felt as if she left her speech on a strong note, so she turns back to tug Nathan up off the floor. She pushes the sloshed man out the door, handcuffing him to a pole downstairs.

The thing about tasers is the prongs, they go inside the victim's skin; needing to be pulled out. When Nathan is standing solidly the officer decides that now is a good time to do so. "Look man, I'm not gonna lie, this is going to hurt like a bitch." She places her left hand under his throat, the other on one of the cords.

After the mental countdown in her head, she pulls it out as hard as she can. Quickly following that, comes Nathan's cry of pain. His hands jerk against his handcuffs and his whole body trembles. I'm sure this isn't nearly as bad as what you put her through, Chloe wanted to say.

"Should have listened," Chloe shook her head, grunting as she pulled with a bit more force and anger. "You did this to yourself, man."

Surprisingly, Nathan wasn't fighting back anymore. Chloe didn't know if it's the alcohol, or the pain, or maybe even the fact that he knows that it's over for him. It was funny, because the drunkards are always the annoying ones. It never fails; they'll sit in the back of the police car, whining all the way to the police station, screaming "I didn't do it! I didn't do anything! Please let me go!"

As Chloe is pulling out the last prong, there's a distant sound of police sirens coming from the highway, slowly masking the sounds of Nathan's sighs of pain. "About fucking time, Jesus Christ." Chloe grumbles. They're late a lot of the time, but they're never this late. She lets out a breath of relief when two police cars pull into the parking lot of the cheap hotel. Not wasting any time, they rush over to Nathan, unhooking his cuffs from the pole. He, still, didn't show any sign of resistance.

Two more police officers approach Chloe, two of which she surprisingly hasn't seen at the police station before. "Where is the victim located?"

Chloe glances up at the opened door to the apartment. "Upstairs." She responds, wondering if the girl is ever going to be okay after this. How long has this been happening? Months? Years?

"But.. be careful with her. She's had a rough night, she's pretty shaken."

The policemen nod and begin to head up the stairs and into the apartment. Chloe sighs and leans back against her bike. One of her hands hooked onto her utility belt while her other hand rubs the back of her neck. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaken too; that was somewhat difficult to see.

It's pretty late, guess I'll just follow them back to the station. The Punk lets out another heavy sigh before swinging her leg over her bike. It's gotten pretty chilly all of the sudden, so she takes her jacket out of one of her compartments and pulls it on. She adjusts her sleeves, then makes sure the gloves are tightly on. Chloe watches carefully as they take Max to the car, she thought their eyes connected for a moment.

She waits until they crank their car to turn on her own vehicle, and follows them into the night.

It's pretty busy at the station as usual, but not noticing anyone in particular. Usually there's a few frequent delinquents around. And she knows those, she takes care of them. They remind her of herself at their age. Getting into trouble, doing anything rebellious. Of course now The Punk has calmed down, she still feels the urge to run wild sometimes. But now, she's feeling pretty dead.

I could really use a pick me up. She goes to the break room, fixing herself a cup of coffee. Her eyes dart around, noting the few officers around. Not that there's always a good few around. She comes out with her mug, heading towards the chiefs office. She wants to talk about that mysterious victim from tonight, hoping she'll be alright.

Another officer stops her, one she didn't recognize at first with how tired her eyes felt. "Hey, Price. I could really use your help, man." He looks around, rubbing his clammy hands together. "I got that guy, Nathan, he's in the jail cell but I took his cuffs off and now he's threatening to beat anyone who dares to come in. What the hell do I do?" Chloe forgets who's new around here, all the blue uniforms blend in.

She thought of saying the proper thing to do, but the flashbacks of earlier cross her mind. With a thick smirk she confidently states, "Use a taser." The officer pats the newbie's shoulder, continuing to her original path.

She knocks on the tampered glass of the window on the door, earning a gruff, "Come in." Chloe swings it open, taking a sip of her black coffee while she's at it. "Heyo, daddio." Her foot kicks the door closed, standing silently after her statement.

David's bloodshot eyes peer up at her, "Well? What do you want?" She takes that as her cue to sit in a seat opposite of his trashed desk.

"How's the victim doing from the DV case from tonight?" His steel eyes narrow at The Punk, suspecting her of something. "Don't get sweet on the victim. But she's in the interrogation room." Chloe nods her head as she downs another sip of the bitter liquid. "How's that going?" The chief rubs his face, letting out a heavy sigh. "Progress is slow. She won't talk to anybody." I knew she was pretty shaken, but this seems extreme. "Well, why not?"

With his thumbs on the bridge of nose between his closed eyes, he knows there's no way of getting around this. "She only wants to speak to you."

Chloe chokes on her coffee, spitting and coughing violently. "What?! Me? Why me?" His broad shoulders stiffen out, placing his large hands folded together on his desk. "My guess is that it's because you saved her. Usually the victims feel a bond with the person who gets them out of that kind of mess." The officer opens her mouth to speak, but her dad shuts her down quickly. "You are not allowed to talk to her. You cannot go into the interrogation room, you aren't a detective."

"How else are you gonna get her to talk, dad? Just let me take a shot at it, yeah? At any moment you can pull me out, any moment I swear. C'mon! Let me do something for once!" She didn't realize how solid her facial expression was, causing the man to break down after a full minute of them staring each other down. "Fine. But I will personally drag you out if and when I feel the need. I will be watching you, Chloe."

The officer's excitement shows through her grin, rushing out the room and to the door of the room Max is in. "Step aside, newbies. Let me show you how it's done." The detective standing beside the door holds his hand out before she reaches for the knob.

"Woah there kid, you don't have the authority to go in there." Chloe's eyebrows knit together, "Excuse you adult, but I'm 22 and I have authority straight from the chief's mouth that I am allowed to go in."

Everyone at the station knows officer 142, not only because she's the chief's daughter, but also for the days when she was always in trouble. She's just as much of a smartass now as she was then. The detective's eyes show a glint of something, before opening the door for her.

Chloe smirks in her victory, taking long strides inside. When the door closes she realizes how dark and dingy it is in there, noting only a desk and two chairs; one of them occupied by Max.

She sucks a breath in before sitting in the seat parallel to the small girl, breathing it out as she scoots up to the desk; placing her coffee next to the notepad. Here we go, don't fuck this up.

"Hi," Chloe speaks softly, looking at the girl in front of her. She notes how tired she looks; her bloodshot eyes, her dark circles, dried blood underneath her nose. Chloe could only imagine what she's been through.

Max simply looks down at the rusty metallic table, not even sparing Chloe a glance.

Chloe bit her lip as she thought, trying to think of something that might get this girl to talk. She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Listen, I know tonight has been rough," Chloe says. "But you're safe now. We want to help you, we will do everything in our power to protect you. And that means that you have to tell us what happened."

Chloe has never been good at comforting people, she would always say something wrong and make the other person upset. But as soon as the brunette glanced up at her, she knew she must've said something right, right?

"Are you okay to talk?"

A hesitant nod.

"Good," Chloe let out a relieved sigh. Okay, take it slow.

"Can you tell me your name?" She talked in a calming voice. There's a few moments of silence before the girl in front of her responds.

"Max," She responds, clearing out her throat. "Max Caulfield."

"Max," Chloe echos. "I like that name." She leans up in her chair to grab the notepad in the middle of the table, and digs in the pocket of her leather jacket for a pen. "Feel free to have a sip if you want, might calm your nerves." She points at the mug momentarily with her newly wielded pen before the officer begins to scribble a few things down.

Max shifts uncomfortably as Chloe does so, pulling the mug closer to her person; before Chloe's eyes lock with hers again. "How old are you?"

The smaller girl feels a bit intimidated under Chloe's gaze, so she quickly finds something else to focus on. "Uhm, I-I'm 21,"

"Oh, sweet! We're only a year apart." Chloe throws a cheeky grin at her, hoping she'll appreciate the small-talk or find it comforting in some way.

"Alright so, when did you and this uh," Chloe stops mid-sentence to flip back a few pages in the notepad. "You and this Nathan meet?"

"W-well uh," Max began. She hated thinking back to the happier, simpler days. It was too much of a contrast compared to her life now. "I believe we met in my senior year of highschool, so I guess around three years ago.."

Chloe idly taps the pen in her left hand as she attentively listens to what the girl had to say before she scribbles it down in the notepad.

"Damn," David spoke, watching from the other side of the window of the interrogation room. "Who knew that smartass had it in her?" He chuckles.

"I know that if I was that girl, and Price even approached me? I'd be terrified." Another police officer adds, also attentively watching the situation from behind David.

"I know this is the last thing you'd ever want to talk about, but," Chloe says softly. "Do you remember when he became hostile or violent towards you?"

Max knew that question was coming, and she wish she could avoid answering it. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment and swallows hard. You're not going to cry, you're not afraid.

"I- uh, I.." Max grips the edge of her seat, trying to search for the right words.

"Take your time, Max." Chloe spoke in a gentle voice, which Max found comforting.

"I-It was when we graduated,"

"Mhm?"

"We were fixated on moving in together, so we started saving up for an apartment. I began to notice that he was just… acting a bit strange." Max spoke as she fiddled her thumbs in her lap.

"His family had disowned him, and I didn't find out until later he was hooked on these drugs and alcohol. His attitude changed completely towards me. It was like.. I didn't even know him a-anymore and-" Max tenses up in her seat, trying to ignore the lump in her throat.

"Hey, hey, you don't have to answer anything else, alright?" Chloe spoke, tucking the pen back into her pocket. "Thank you, Max."

Chloe stands up from her seat and pushes it in. "I'll talk to you later." She says as she flashes the brunette a comforting smile, and then walking over to the door. She hesitates before reaching for the door knob.

"Oh, and Max?" Chloe calls out. The small girl looks over her shoulder, but refuses to meet The Punk's eyes.

"Faith is the bird that feels the light, and sings when the dawn is still dusk." Chloe tried her best to recite, pulling her jacket off as she did so. She walked to the small girl, draping the leather jacket over her shoulders. The blue-haired girl pats Max before exiting the room.

Max waits for the officer to leave the room before tugging the leather jacket tighter around her. For the first time, in a long time, she found herself smiling. She felt safe.

When the officer exits the room with a big sigh, she notices a whole group of people staring at her. "That was pretty impressive, not to mention how much of a poet you are." Chloe laughs, holding her cheeky grin, "I'm not. I got it off of a fortune cookie from lunch."