The Not-So-Secret Lovers Of Chicago

4) Run? Yeah, RUN!

"We need to talk."

The moment Hank said that Sarah's heart stopped dead. A part of her desperately wanted to cry into his shoulder and tell him everything that had happened to her. But the dominant part of her that was calling the shots were the voices whispering into her head the ones saying that he doesn't really care, about how he is wasting his time on her.
She could still fight her way out of this.

"There is nothing to talk about though." Sarah spoke in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

"Sarah, dear, you shattered a mirror, refused help, sliced yourself open with said mirror and a decent number of those scars are old. There is a LOT to talk about"

"Maybe you misunderstand me Detective, I am not talking about this"

"Well you will. Or you get out on a 72 hour pysch hold."

"What you can't do that! You didn't have a warrant to barge into my house and nobody asked you to interrogate me!"

"Sarah we didn't need a warrant, we were operating under the impression of domestic abuse and as such we do not need a warrant. I can and will put you on that hold"

"Hank that really isn't nessaccery. You've barged into my life and now are demanding answers that will only upset me more in a public place so you can fix a problem that isn't there!"

"It is there Sarah! Are you even hearing yourself? I'll pick you up after work. You have until then to decide weather you want to spill the beans or I put you on that hold."

Sarah Reese POV

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sit there and listen to his crap. Threatening me with a pysch hold? I refused to stay so I got up and left the shop and headed for the ED. How dare he. Luckily by the time I got back to Med I had calmed myself as so to not appear suspicious to my colleagues. I had to make a choice. The psych hold or tell him the truth. Or, OR I could leg it. Take a runner out the back and make it home in time for tea. Yeah. I'll just make sure that I leave exactly on time and leave out the back entrance. I'm sure it will be fine. Ok, I've got a battle plan. Now I just have to get on and see to my patients.

~~~Time Skip~~~

Yes! Just got off the phone with Maggie. They need me for an early start 24 hour shift. So I get to go home now! It's 6:00 exactly and I really hope that the police shift hasn't ended yet. But as a precautionary measure I peaked round every corner before walking out. I grabbed my coat and bag, neither of which were to brightly coloured as to not be discreet. Walking calmly, walking calmly, the exit is right there! Walking calmly- and- wait- LEG IT! I dashed out of the car park , without my car, and made it to the local park before sitting down at a bench to catch my breath. I've done a lot of running in my life, not all for good or innocent reasons. But i have fallen out of practice with running. In fact i was so out of it and in my own world that I didn't notice a car park just behind me. Not until I heard a voice call
"Reese!"
I shot up off of that bench faster than an electronic rabbit and whipped my head around to see...

Hank.

Of course. Any hope I had is being sucked from my feet back into the earth.
"Ya know your plan to leg it wasn't half bad. But just because there were no policemen around to stop you doesn't mean that the people who found you running away from a hospital suspicious can't phone the police." Hank continued.

Oh no I forgot about the thousands of people I ran past. I replied in an exasperated voice,
"Thats the second time I've had the police called in me in as many days. Can't you just leave me be?"

"You know that I can't do that Sarah."

I was getting angry now.
"Why? Why won't you do that? You know how very easy it would be to close that door and drive off? Leave me be!"

"I'm not walkin away from this. The door ain't closin until you are on the other side of it."

I so badly didn't want to believe that it was true but yet I knew that I didn't have the choice. I had no chance now. So despite the fact that almost every atom of my existence wanted me so flee I instead trudged towards the car and got in.
I felt like a criminal being taken to the gallows but I still asked Voight where we were going. He didn't reply. Eventually we like a up to a small but nice 3 bedroom house a bit closer to the edge of Chicago than I felt comfortable with. The bus system didn't even cover this area and the whole neighbourhood felt deathly quiet.

3rd POV

Sarah exited the car carefully and stood to the side as Hank got out, locked the car and opened the front door without a word. Yet somehow it made it all the more unnerving. He gestures for me to follow him inside the house and after only a moment of hesitation I comply. Shuffling inside the house and feeling more awkward and out of place than I have in my entire life.
Hank sat down on the sofa and told me to do the same.

"Start talking."

At least he gets straight to the point.
"Why should I?" I replied but he shot that psych ward threat back at me.
"Either you talk or the only other way you leave that chair is to go to the psych ward."

" I can't tell you and you know that."

"Sarah please, I care about you a great deal but I have no clue how to help you if you don't let me. There is only so long you can go on Sarah so please. Just tell me the truth."

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