"I do have permission to be here!" Annalise snapped as she stood in the entrance of Division X. The desk in front of her had a woman sat behind it, looking at a screen as Annalise huffed in annoyance at what was happening. "Seriously, this is ridiculous."

"I'm sorry ma'am but we don't have a visitor card for you," the woman replied, looking at Annalise as she rolled her eyes, about to yell some more but before she had a chance there was the noise of Erik.

"She's with me," he snapped as Charles followed him, close on his heels. Annalise looked across at Erik who stood before her, looking into her eyes. She felt Charles try to enter her mind, intending to strike up an immune conversation but she blocked him. It took a lot of effort for her to do that and to look at Erik, trying to act like her normal self.

"What happened?" he asked her, eager for an explanation as she looked at him.

"It was Schmidt," she whispered. Erik took once glance around the room before he shook his head at her, his hand moving with expectancy for her to take it. Charles watched as she hastily grabbed onto him. She allowed him to walk her through the main door of Division X. He stopped as he turned the corner, making sure no one was around to hear them. Charles followed slightly, stopping a few metres away whilst Erik released her hand.

"What did he do to you?" he whispered. Annalise couldn't help but note the concern in his voice and she felt sick knowing that he wouldn't care about her if he knew the truth.

"Nothing," she shook her head. She wanted to do nothing but cry but doing that would make her look weak. She knew that Erik didn't take kindly to weak people. "He...he tormented me about my mother again...he kept on telling me how we wouldn't be able to kill him..."

"What?" Erik asked her again, his brow rising as he wondered what she was telling him. She sniffed loudly, attempting to keep back the tears which wanted to form in her eyes. "Schmidt had a motive behind what he did. He wouldn't just let you go after a little tormenting."

"He did," Annalise snapped back quickly at Erik. "He knows I'm the weak one Erik."

"Don't cry," Erik pleaded with her. He slowly raised his eyes back to watch her as she leaned against the wall. She ran a hand through her blonde hair as Erik stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry," she told Erik. "I'm really sorry."

"Why are you apologising?" Erik wondered aloud.

"Because you didn't think I was as weak as this and I didn't think I was as weak as this but I am and I don't know what I can about it Erik because I'm scared. I am so scared." Erik listened to her blathering, his eyes intently watching her as she wiped them, causing them to become redder than before.

"It's going to be okay," he promised her.

"But you didn't want baggage like mine," she shook her head. "You didn't know what you were bringing along."

"I did," Erik whispered, his hand wiping away a tear for her. "I knew that you wanted revenge as much as I did. I know that you're not like me but I still brought you with me Annalise. You're special...your powers...I'm a monster and you're not."

"Non," she shook her head quickly as Erik lowered his hand from her pale face. She caught it quickly in her own hand before he had a chance to allow it to move back to his side. Erik continued to watch her with interest. "You're not a monster Erik. You're not."

"I hate to interrupt," Charles interrupted after being a third party watcher to their conversation, "but we need to go and find Hank. We need to go and look for the mutants."

...

"Erik insists that you come along," Charles told Annalise as he waited with her that evening by the car. He wore his black suit but his top button was undone and his tie was hanging loose. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched Annalise. She had changed into her grey pencil skirt with her white blouse tucked into it. "When he thought you went missing he was worried what Shaw was doing to you. You're slowly wrapping him around your finger."

"I disagree," Annalise said back to Charles, wishing Erik would walk out to the vehicle soon before Charles began his deep questioning.

"He cares about you," Charles admitted, "although he doesn't know the truth. You should tell him."

"I know I need to tell him," Annalise hissed. "I will decide when I tell him though."

"So what did Shaw really want?" Charles asked. Annalise had been waiting for that question to enter her ears as she looked at Charles.

"As I said," she drawled, "he was tormenting me."

"Then let me access the memory so I can make sure," Charles replied and Annalise narrowed her eyes at him, blocking him from her mind once again.

"Do you not believe me?"

"To be frank, no I don't," Charles easily told her.

"I'm hurt."

"No you're not."

"I'm not," she replied and sighed once, looking at Charles. She couldn't tell him. Emma would be in her mind and she would know if she told Charles. She needed to warn him off without giving anything away. "You need to believe me Charles. I know what is best."

"Something isn't right," Charles said simply. "I know that and you can't deny it. You're in a tangled web Annalise. You're right at the centre of it."

"I know what I'm doing," she promised as she saw Erik move over to them, his hands in his black suit as he looked at the pair of them.

"So are we doing to track these mutants down or what?"

...

"You are not coming in there," Erik snapped at the French girl, his finger pointing at the club. Annalise looked confused for a moment, her brows furrowing together.

"Why ever not?" she replied. "This is discriminating Erik!"

"You are not stepping foot in there," he told her quickly. "Now sit in the car and be a good dear."

"Eurgh," Annalise huffed, moving towards the club. Before she could any further down the dark alley she felt herself being pulled back as Erik grabbed onto her arm.

"Now come along," Erik told her as she complained against his grasp. He unlocked the car door and opened it up as Annalise looked into his blue eyes which smirked with amusement. "You wouldn't control my mind," he whispered to her.

"I wouldn't bet on that," she murmured back as he winked once at her.

"I would," he chuckled and forced Annalise back into the vehicle, his hands locking the door by flicking the little switch down.

...

"Words cannot describe how pissed off I am with you Erik Lensherr," she snapped at him as he sat in the back seat beside her. Charles was handing Angel his jacket as they made their way to the vehicle.

"You've dropped the Monsieur," he said simply and she folded her arms, sitting back in her seat as Erik raised a brow.

"So you're giving me the silent treatment?" he asked and she didn't reply.

"Angel...this is Annalise Dubois...she is a fellow telepath like myself."

"How do you do?" Annalise asked out of politeness as Angel turned her head around, looking into the back seat and she managed a small smile.

"Hi," she spoke back. Charles began to drive off; his eyes focused on the destination as Angel remained quiet, going through everything which was in her head.

'You look cold,' Erik thought and Annalise shrugged in response. 'You can have my jacket.'

'I'm fine.'

'Don't lie...just take the jacket...it will make me feel better.'

'Why?'

'Because you're no use with a cold, are you? And you continue to insist on wearing sheer clothes...do you not own anything that makes you look like you don't work in a bank?'

'Do you do anything apart from slag off my clothes?'

'It's becoming a hobby.'

'Well you can pack it in.'

'You're terribly adorable when you're angry.'

'You should see me when I'm really pissed off then.'

Erik smirked once, moving out of his jacket and handing the black material over to Annalise who remained stern looking. He rolled his eyes, dropping the material onto the seat.

'So what did you do in the club?'

'Why?'

'You were in there a while.'

'I know...she had questions. She wanted to know what we wanted...what did you think I was doing?'

'You're a male in a club with women dancers.'

'Do continue as you have me lost.'

'Don't play stupid.'

'Nothing. The ride back may be a while...you should probably try to sleep.'

'I'm not that tired...I don't want to sleep...in case...'

'In case Schmidt gets to you again?'

'Pathetic, isn't it?'

'No. You've been through hell. It is only right that you're scared.'

'Hm.'

'Look...just...go to sleep...that red thing won't get you again. He needs to grab onto you to teleport, doesn't he?'

'Oui. He did it before.'

'Then you can well...rest your head on my shoulder...that way you don't need to worry.'

'You're becoming soft.'

'Don't then. I don't care either way.'

'Stop thinking then. We should try and sleep.'

Annalise scooted closer to Erik who picked up his jacket and looked at her as she rested her head onto his shoulder. She took the jacket from him, placing it over her body as she took in the scent of his plain white shirt.

'I thought you didn't want the jacket.'

'Shut up Erik.'

'Goodnight Annalise.'

'Night Erik.'