When we get to the police station, they make us remove half of our clothes to go through the metal detectors. Then we had to put our belongings into a white plastic box so they can put it through a scanner. Once they are positive we don't have any weapons, they let us go through to the front desk.

"Hello. We are here for Officer Sara Hudges. She is expecting me." Phoebe looks so uncomfortable and on edge. I put my hand on her lower back, and she jumps away from it before she realises it is me. Once she sees me, she relaxes for a few seconds but quickly tenses up again as the Officer speaks.

"I will call her and let her know you're here. Miss?"

"Phoebe Marshall."

"Miss Marshall. You can take a seat over there." The Officer points to the uncomfortable metal chairs behind us. We sit down and after a few minutes of Phoebe twisting her hair a billion times. A young officer that I remember seeing at the hospital comes towards us.

"Phoebe." I nudge her a little bit, and she stops twisting her hair standing up from the chair. I do the same, standing close behind her.

"Miss. Marshall?" Officer Hudges, I guess asks, stopping right in front of us.

"You can call me, Phoebe." Phoebe nods her head, lifting her shivering hand to shake and the Officer takes it.

"I hope the storm wasn't troubling to drive in." She looks at me, "Aren't you, Miss. Marshalls Doctor?"

"Doctor McGuire." I nod, lifting my hand for the Officer to shake, and she does.

"Pleasure to see you again." She looks back and forth from Phoebe and I. "Miss. Marshall. How about we go back to my office, and I will explain what you will be doing." Phoebe nods her head, we start heading back, and the Officer stops us.

"Miss. Marshall. Are you comfortable doing this alone?" I look at Officer Hudges then right at Phoebe. Phoebe looks at me panicked and shakes her head no.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, Miss. Marshall." The Officer nods her head, and we continue walking back to her office. Once we are inside, we take the seats in front of Officer Hudges desk.

I secretly place my hand on Phoebe's knee to help comfort her more, and she looks at me, then down at my hand. I thought she was going to move it, but instead, she grabs it in her hand, squeezing it.

"This is what is going to happen. You and I will go into a room behind a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they can't see us. Six men will line up, holding a number and you tell us which one it is."

She nods her head, starting to squeeze it tighter.

"Are you ready, Miss Marshall?" The Officer stands up, pushing in her chair.

I look at Phoebe, and she nods her head. I stand up, ready to let go of her hand, but she refuses to let it go. Phoebe stands up, squeezing my hand as we follow the Officer. The Officer noticed the hand-holding, but she didn't say anything. We walk through a hallway with police coming in and out of doors, and the Officer leads us in front of a room.

"Doctor McGuire, I would like it if Phoebe could do this by herself."

Phoebe looks at me panicked, but she closes her eyes and painfully slowly lets go of my hand. I give her a 'are you sure' look, and she nods her head slowly.

"Phoebe, I will be right outside this door. Okay?" I give her a small kiss on her forehead, and the Officer's eyes widen slightly. She opens the door for both of them, and they walk inside. I stand next to the door, not wanting to be outside... She needs me-

I stand there, starting to pace until I watch three male officers bring in a line of men in the room next to Phoebe's. They are different shapes, sizes and colours-

Phoebe feels powerless; she loses sleep because of the flashbacks, guilt and self-blame. She doesn't even have confidence. I'm with her through all of this! Her mood changes, her drunken state, also taking the brunt of her anger. Phoebe is just letting me touch her- barely. I shake my head, feeling the bile rise in me as the last man enters the room.

A few minutes later, the door is ripped open.

"Doctor! She-"

I practically push the female Officer aside, rushing into the room. My eyes roam the room until I see Phoebe crouched in the corner. She is hugging her knees, rocking back and forth.

"She saw the man who attacked her and started to freak out."

"She isn't freaking out, she's having a panic attack-" I tell the Officer, "Phoebe," I whisper, getting down on the ground with her. "Phoebe. I promised you, didn't I? I will not let him hurt you." I firmly say, slowly putting my hands on her upper arms. She looks up at me, and I hear the relief in her eyes as she sees me.

She trusts me.

"I- I thought I could do this," Phoebe whispers, looking around the darkroom. She starts shaking her head as her eyes fill up with water, "B- but I can't. I can't." Her voice shakes as tears start falling down her face.

"Baby, listen to me. I know you're afraid. But I'm right here. Okay?" Phoebe nods her head and stops shaking. "I am never leaving- So let's get up and put this fucker in prison." I stand up, holding my hands out towards her.

Phoebe looks at me for a bit longer and nods her head. She puts her hands into mine, and I help her to her feet. She groans slightly, holding her side, and I know it is going to be a while until her ribs heal.

"Miss. Marshall. Doctor McGuire will stay with us to make you more comfortable. But I need you to identify him."

Phoebe looks at me, then walks with her head down towards the window. She hesitates but looks up when she does, she tries to take a few steps away from the glass, but I am standing right behind her. I touch her lower back, showing her it's okay.

"Miss. Marshall. Do you see who attacked you?" The Officer asks, looking at Phoebe and I.

"Yes." Phoebe's say is barely audible. "Yes." She speaks louder, as I rub my hand up and down her back slowly.

"Which number?" The Officer asks Phoebe, and I watch as Phoebe takes a step closer to the glass. She is staring right into the last man in line. I stare at him, as well. He is blonde with frazzled hair. His eyes are blue, but they look hazed. He has tattoos over his arms, but he also has needle marks and scars as well.

"Number six." Phoebe says, "Thats Jay- Jace Mathers." She corrects herself as the Officer nods her head.

"Thank you, Miss. Marshall." The Officer adjusts her belt around her hips and leaves the room. A few minutes later, all the men leave, and the Officer comes back in. "You are free to go. Here is my card. I will call you if anything happens."

"Is- is he out there?" Phoebe asks, clearly terrified, but she takes a step away from the Officer.

"No. We put the suspect into a holding cell until you leave. We will question him and go from there. Again, I will call you, Miss. Marshall."

Phoebe nods her head, and I take her hand into mine. She looks up at me quickly giving me a small smile. We walk out of the room and head back into her office to grab our things. Once we catch our items, we start walking towards the door.

The snow's falling faster, so we put on all of the layers of clothes that we have and prepare ourselves for the cold. Once we are ready, we walk to the door, and Phoebe stops in front of me.

"Phoebe?"

She looks up at me, wrapping her arms tightly around me. Quickly, I reciprocate, wrapping my arms around her - embracing her. I close my eyes and press my cheek against the top of her head. Honestly, I don't ever want to leave this position.

"Thank you," Phoebe says in my chest, not letting me go. "I'm sorry for what I said last night- I was drunk and- and stupid."

"Please, stop apologising to me. It's okay." I kiss the top of her head. I didn't say anything, about her thanking me, mostly because Phoebe doesn't need to thank me for anything. Maybe it's just the doctor in me, but perhaps it's because I would do anything for her-

She let's go of me, and I adjust the beanie on her head. I smile at her, so proud of what she did in there.

"Phoebe," I say, and she stops, letting go of the door and looking at me. "Last night, I didn't stop kissing you because you are disgusting-"

"Noah-" She interrupts me, but I end up interrupting her.

"I stopped kissing you because you were drunk and I can't take advantage of you." I blurt out, catching some eyes from the police officers. I continue, "Phoebe when we kiss or when we do anything else in the future. I want you to be sober to remember everything." She looks at me, unsure of what to say or do. So I grab her gloved hand, kiss it softly and make our way into the snow.

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