Thomas stood and after a while he had, had enough of waiting for the Detective. Thomas made his way down the corridor of cells. It was damp, dark and smelly. He passed many men in there cells lying sleeping and one even using the toilet. He hated the thought that Ivy had stayed here, she suited being in the light. He heard the Detective at the end jail cell.

"I said get up." The Detectives loud shout was heard from down the cell block. ​​

Bang

Thomas walked in on the Detective kicking the metal bed. Ivy was lying on it with her back facing him. Thomas was concerned he rushed over and leaned towards Ivy's figure, her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were furrowed. He held her arm shaking her to wake her.

"Hey get up, Ivy it's Thomas I am here to pick you up." He used a soft voice to try to coax her.

Thomas seeing no movement felt Ivy's forehead she was unbelievably hot, she had to of been suffering from a fever again. Thomas took of his coat and placed it around Ivy then picked her up as he did he saw her bruises on her neckline. Thomas strode out of the department quickly as the Detective just stood there with his mouth open.

Aiden was waiting at the car when he saw Ivy being carried out. He cursed inwardly, his boss was about to go mental again. Aiden opened the door for Thomas to help Ivy in.

Thomas stepped forward and placed Ivy on the backseat carefully. He looked up at Noah.

"Ivy seems to have a fever again. She had no bedding and was left like that all night."

"Tell Solicitor Kennedy to hit the police department with everything possible, I want them all to suffer. Make sure that the thugs except the leader are dealt with properly this time. The leader can be released and I'll have fun with him." Noah's words where cold and ruthless, how dare anyone harm his lover.

Thomas shivered at Noah's cold words and nodded and left to convey the bosses orders. Aiden sitting up front looked in the backseat at his boss, waiting for directions.

"Lets go home, get Dr Stewart to meet us there."

Noah kept his eyes on Ivy, stroking her face to try to relax her expression.

"Yes sir." Aiden nodded and started the car. He hoped this time Tomorrow that everything would be back to normal again.

On the drive Noah had taken Thomas coat off Ivy and replaced it with a blanket that he had kept in the car. He didn't like other men's smells on her but at the moment she didn't smell or look like the Ivy he new. He saw her furrow her eyebrows and clutch her hands to her chest. She curled up as much as possible. Her face was flushed with the fever and her eyelashes had tears glistening on them.

They arrived at the underground car park and Noah carried Ivy up to their apartment. Noah placed her on their king sized bed and tucked her in. He went to the bathroom and got a warm wet towel and returned to her side. He stripped her clothing and wiped her down slowly and carefully.

While wiping her down he saw she had dark brown, purple and green bruises on her side and back. They looked like foot prints. Noah was furious his lover had been beaten, kicked and then sent to jail. Those people all had to pay for what she went through.

Noah then reached for her Pyjamas. Ivy had a habit of laying out his pyjama bottoms and her pyjamas at the bottom of the bed. She always did small things to make his life easier, she was thoughtful like that. He really wanted his Ivy back.

After dressing Ivy he tucked her in and went to the living room. Dr Stewart and Aiden stood there waiting.

"Dr please go see Ivy now." Aiden said then led the way for the Doctor.

Closing the door they waited for the Doctors return. Noah grabbed a glass and filled it with Whiskey he was very irritated at himself for fighting with Ivy. He stared out his floor to ceiling window waiting to go back to Ivy's side.

Then Doctor came out with his bag and explained Ivy's situation and the medicine he had given her. Noah looked in through the open bedroom door as he reported. Noah then walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Aiden showed himself and the Doctor out of Noah's Apartment.