He couldn't sleep that night.

Through tossing and turning, all he could think about was how he was supposed to get through the next day of work as normal. As if yesterday hadn't happened. He also worried how he was supposed to act around Fuller. Should he pretend as though nothing had happened between them as well?

When the morning arrived, he found that he did manage to sleep. But not quite well. He guessed he only had three hours sleep judging by how exhausted he felt.

It wasn't long till the worries bounced back into his head. He felt nauseous knowing that he'll have to go to work and face his Captain after what happened yesterday. He even thought about calling in sick. He knew he was acting pathetic, so in the end, he forced himself out of bed and got ready for work.

After he showered, and dressed into a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and black waistcoat, he stopped in front of the mirror and studied the bruise on his left cheekbone. It was brown, and very faint against his skin. But it was still noticeable. He cursed under his breath. What if Judy and Harry questioned it? He didn't want anyone else to know. Besides, Judy wouldn't believe a word from his mouth that Fuller hit him because she was close to Fuller, as much like a daughter. Fuller's very protective of her and she trusts him.

He stepped into the chapel, later than he meant to, and saw his fellow officers were working away on paperwork and to his relief, Fuller wasn't there. He guessed he must be working away in his office.

As he passed on his way to the coffee machine, Judy stopped writing and looked up from her desk.

"You're late!" she pointed out.

Tom stopped and turned to face her. "Yeah um.. you're not gonna tell Fuller are you?"

"You're a badass Tom Hanson!" Judy teased. "And no, I won't tell on you."

Tom smiled. "Thanks Jude."

Judy looked at him carefully. "Is that a bruise on your face?" she asked.

He saw Doug look up at him in the corner of his eye. Say nothing Doug.

"It's nothing... I fell out of bed." Tom fibbed.

Judy's eyebrows rose. "You sure look like you didn't get enough sleep."

"Thanks Jude...For the compliment," Tom replied sarcastically. He turned his heel and went to the coffee machine to make a strong, black coffee to wipe away the exhaustion aching his bones.

Later on that day, a detective rushed into the chapel, called Harry from his desk and they both walked into Fuller's office. Tom couldn't help but notice Harry looked so worn down and broken. He wished he could help him, but all he could do was listen to him as he recalled his painful memories from the war. But at least that was something. At least he was more supportive than Fuller should have been.

He didn't know what was going on with Fuller. Even if he had his own painful memories deep inside, he should still do things right.

Why couldn't he trust Harry after two years working with him, even if he did lie on a piece of paper? And was he even sorry for hitting him across the face? Did he even realise he was in the wrong?

"Tom?"

Tom snapped out of his thoughts and saw Doug was stood before his desk with concern etched on his face.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah...I'm fine." Tom replied distantly.

"You've been sitting like this for the past hour, staring into space and doing nothing."

Tom sighed then raked his hand through his hair. "I didn't realise."

Doug looked at him with a sympathetic expression. He pulled an empty chair from another desk and sat next to him. "Are you worrying about what you should do about the Fuller situation?"

"I can't...I can't report him Doug. As much as I like to... But I don't want to let him down." He shook his head helplessly. "I don't know what to do about it."

Doug looked away as if he didn't know either.

"I can't believe Fuller would do that... He's always been supportive and good to us" Doug said softly.

"I know. I can't believe it either. That's what makes me confused."

It was a tense moment. Fuller stormed out of his office and for a few seconds, their eyes met. Fuller had no expression. No guilt, nor an apology.

It made him feel like he deserved that smack across the face.

Maybe he did. Maybe he was the one out of line, coming in his office and telling him he was wrong.

But he wasn't the one to apologise.

For the rest of the week, Tom never once looked into Fuller's eyes. He lost trust. Fuller did the same and pretended as though he didn't exist.

But still, the idea to report him never swept his mind. He still had hope that in the end, Fuller would know what he had done wrong. He had to.