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"Turn round please, for the pat down."

Eames swallowed, raising his arms and feeling the Sergeant's hands move down his body. Eventually, satisfied he was carrying no weapons, he nodded. "Thank you. All clear!"

Eames adjusted his jacket - which had been thrown on as hastily as the rest of his clothes - and walked to the holding room. As the door swung open, he saw Arthur, who looked crumpled, and dirty - a far cry from his usually pristine appearance

Eames pulled a chair out for himself as the Point Man looked up. "Hi." He swallowed, as though the short, simple word had been hard for him to say. "Thanks for coming."

The Forger seated himself, and looked at the younger man. "What happened?" His voice was steady, and calm. "Tell me everything."

Arthur looked at his hands. "I met her in a coffee shop." His voice was toneless. "And we went on a date."

The older man leaned forward. "Why are you here?" his tone was soft, and urgent. "Why are you in a holding cell?"

"Because she claims I sexually assaulted her," Arthur said, bitterly. Eames' eyes widened, and he leaned back. "You what?"

"You heard." Arthur swallowed, and made direct eye contact. "I didn't, Eames. I-" his voice faltered, and suddenly the door swung open. A grim, unsmiling police officer was making his way over to Arthur.

"That's it. Time's up." He grabbed the Point Man's arm, and Eames noticed with a shock that the younger man's hands were cuffed. "Time to go."

"Wait." Eames stood up. "What are you-"

"He's going to have an assessment," the cop said, bluntly. "With our shrink. Then, we follow procdures."

"What about custody, bail?" Eames demanded.

"He's staying in here until that's decided." The cop shook his head.

"But, listen!" Arthur protested. "I-"

"Shut up!" The cop turned on Arthur, wielding a baton at him, ferociously. "Just shut up! You assaulted a young woman! You're lucky we're letting you feel anything below the neck!"

Silenced, Arthur swallowed, and looked down at the floor.

"If you want to try and hurt a woman because she won't put out for you, you will face the consequences!" Eames blinked; the cop's face was scarlet with rage. He turned to Eames. "Visit's over," he informed him, bluntly. "Time for Arthur to go into his cell."

Eames stood and watched as the Point Man was pulled out of the room. His mind still reeling, he began to walk slowly to the door.

Cobb smiled and turned over, hearing Ariadne's gentle, rhythmic breathing. He reached out, gently tracing her cheekbone with his finger. He turned onto his back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

He looked at the clock. It was nearly 6am. He rubbed his eyes, and began to get up. As he walked into the kitchen, he realised his phone was still lying on the side. He frowned, noting the voicemail light was blinking.

As he held it up, his eyes widened. Shaking his head, he put the phone down.

"Thank you for coming, Mr Cobb," an female police officer said, as they walked down the halls of the Police Station. "He is adamant that you are his next of kin."

"Well, he doesn't have any family," Cobb asserted. He peered through the bars of the cell at the huddled, unshaven Arthur. "How is he?"

"Well, he keeps claiming that he didn't hurt her." The officer shook her head, her carved features softening. "He says that it was as though something had taken him over."

"Really?" Cobb raised an eyebrow, a seed of worry beginning to niggle in his mind. "Something taking him over?"

"Yes, very odd." She shook her head. "He's still denying he did anything."

"I see."

"Mr Cobb." She looked at him. "We will be pressing charges. The victim wants to press charges. But if he's released on bail, would you be able to take him in?"

"Oh, no," Cobb said, shaking his head. "I have small children."

"Well, then he has to go to a secure unit." She bit her lip. "He's a danger."

"I see," Cobb said, nodding.

"Would you sign the consent form?"

"Yes," Cobb said, automatically, his heart beating at how quickly it was threatening to spiral out of control.

"Good." She smiled and they began to walk away from the door, Cobb's heart pounding loudly enough to hear.

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