So this is my new story that I have been working on for a little while now and have had this idea for much longer. Now I am very worried about this so please let me know what you all think about this.

I know it will be a little confusing after this first chapter but I have done this once before with another show and it kinda worked. I don't want to give too much away so please bear with me. I hope the wait will be worth it and it makes sense soon.

The next chapter won't be up straight away coz I want to finish Home Love Family but I hope this satisfies some of you for a little while.

I am really nervous about this so please be kind!

Chapter 1 – Hold Too Much Truth

Gabby groaned as her eyes opened slowly, finding the darkness had come while she had been asleep. Asleep, that's what she should have been but she suddenly realised that she was not in her bed, whatever she was laying on was hard and cold and then she was really cold. Blinking heavily, she sucked in a breath, trying to gain her bearings; she rolled her head to the side, the leg of the bed coming into her vision, the doona and sheets hanging off the side of the bed in a mess.

She was confused, the feel of wood underneath her body telling her that she was on the floor but she had no idea why she was there. Swallowing deeply, Gabby tried to sit up, a sharp hiss coming from her lips as she did so, her hand instantly raising to her forehead, her head hurt.

Actually no, her whole body hurt.

Finally getting herself into a seat position, Gabby was able to get a better view of her surroundings. She was in her own bedroom but it was different, the lamp that sat on the nightstand was now on the floor, her dressed her been moved, the draws had been pulled open, barely hanging in their slots. Reaching over, Gabby felt a sharp pain in her side, she gasped, a hiss of pain leaving her lips as she reached for the jumper that was by her side, pulling it over her head and then the track pants that rested near her bed.

Standing slowly, Gabby swayed, the standing position causing her to become light headed, the throbbing in her head becoming stronger by the second. What happened? She glanced around her room, trying to piece together exactly what had happened, to her home, to her bedroom, to her? But nothing was coming, it was just a blank area, the ache in her entire body, head to toe, was the only thing telling her something had happened.

Moving slowly, gingerly into the living room, Gabby reached for her phone on the floor, her fingers moving over the names instinctively, not even really realising what she was doing or who she was calling. It didn't take long for the voice to answer, questioning in his voice, confusion and sleep evident.

"Gabby?" the voice came through the phone, trying to gain her attention.

Gabby stood in the middle of the living room, staring into the empty, dark room, her hands trembling, her body shaking, "Please…I need you…" Was all she was able to get out before the phone slipped from her hands, her body lowering slowly to the couch.

Sitting quietly on the couch, Gabby let her hands rest on her knees, her back as straight as she could get it through the pain she was feeling. She honestly didn't remember how she even made it to the couch but here she was, her breath hollow and raspy, trying to suck in as much as possible. She hadn't even switched on the lights to the living room, the overwhelming sensation of needing to stay in the dark taking over as she waited, waited for someone to come.

She was trying to remember, using all her energy to think back to what had happened but she could barely put a sentence together in her own head let alone an understanding of what had happened. She could remember parts, flashes but nothing concrete. The sound of creaking caused her to jump, her body shaking violently as she looked up towards it, for the first time she noticed that front door was open…had she not closed it?

Her watery eyes trained instantly on the tall figure that stood in the doorway, hesitating for a moment before it moved further in. A wave of terror took over her, although she didn't understand why, moving further into the back of the couch, like it would protect her from whatever was going on.

She shuddered at the voice as it echoed through the deathly silent room, "Gabby?" That voice, that deep, soothing raspy voice, he was there, he had come when she had called but she could no bring herself to show her happiness that he had come. "Gabriella?" That voice again, it was closer this time, much closer, kneeling in front of her close.

She blinked back at the voice, still not able to make her voice work, her brain barely making sense of what was happening in front of her. She could feel his presence but that was it, she couldn't place the face but the voice was what she needed. Snapping her eyes to connect with his, Gabby sighed, recognition flashing across her face.

"Gabby…can you tell me what happened?" He hadn't touched her, he may have been kneeling in front of her but he was keeping his distance, something she was over joyed about. He was speaking softly, concerned filling his eyes and his voice. But she was not able to speak, she tried but she couldn't. She sat there for a few moments, trying to think of something to say.

Opening her mouth a few times, Gabby let her tongue dart out to her lips, trying to make them work but the moment her tongue touched the side of her lip she froze. It hurt, it was puffy and it was cut. There was a cut on her lip and she couldn't remember how she got it. "Gabby…" The voice tried again but this time instead of it being soothing and calm she panicked, her body tightening at the sound of her name, the sound of a man saying her name.

The flashes turned into scenes, echoed screams and sobs of pleas. Sounds of breaking glass and shouting…"Oh god…" was all that left her mouth as it came rushing back to her, her memories, the pain, the fear, everything that had happened was now coming to the front of her mind. Movement next to her should have scared her, it should have made her fight but as the tears slipped from her eyes she needed something to hold onto, someone to hold onto.

"It's alright Gabby, you're not alone anymore…" The voice was next to her now, still not touching her, giving her the time and space to do what she wanted when she wanted and so she did, dropping her head to the shoulder next to her, she let out a heartbreaking sob, her resolve slipping away moment after moment of being in that darkened room, the idea that the person next to her couldn't actually see her allowing her the moment to break.

And break she did. She couldn't tell you how long she sat there crying, just letting the emotion take over her, letting it wash over her and break at the surface. She was thankful he wasn't touching her though, letting her rest against him, his presence oddly comforting.

Slowly Gabby's breath evened out and her crying calmed to the point where all there was, was the occasional sob and sharp intake of breath. Turning to face the man next to her she watched him closely. He was looking at her, his eyes travelling over her face, her shoulders, to the bare skin of her chest, she felt naked in front of him, her arms bringing the jacket she was wearing to cover her skin, looking away, ashamed of how she looked.

"Gabby…" Gently his hand touched her free hand, Gabby jumped, pulling her hand away from his quickly as if he had burned her. "I'm sorry…I was trying to get your attention, I don't think you heard me…" She looked back at him now, realising that he was watching her closely, "…come on let's get you out of here…" Slowly he rose and she followed almost blindly as he left her apartment, not even bothering to look back at anything or grab anything, he wanted to get her out of there and was happy when she didn't fight him.

Staring out the window, Gabby watched the flashes of streetlights go past, colours blurring into one as he sped up, turning down streets to their destination. Tiredness was starting at to take her, her body fighting between succumbing to the much needed sleep and keeping herself away to keep the fear at bay but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes though, her head had come to rest against the cool window, her body curled away from the driver, protecting itself, keep her distance.

For the second time that night Gabby had found herself sitting on a couch without even knowing how she had gotten there. This couch was soft like hers but felt different, warmer. Her eyes had focussed intently on the darkened TV, the darkness showing no reflection of herself, it showed now understanding or caring of what had happened to her. It was empty, black, just how she was feeling at that moment. The lights were on in this living room but she didn't dare look at anything that could cast a reflection, it would hold too much truth.

With her back pressed into the corner of the couch, her knees pulled to her chest, Gabby was holding herself tightly, being her own lifeline she just needed to know that she was still there, still on solid ground. The house was silent, her was in the living room alone but she could feel the presence of another person there. "Here…" her head shot up to meet the man now standing at the side of the couch, keeping his distance again.

Slowly, Gabby reached for what he was holding out, a blanket which she quickly dropped to her lap, covering herself instantly before reaching for the glass of water that was being held out for her as well. "How are you feeling? Do you want some painkillers?" He was now seated at the far side of the couch, again keeping his distance but not wanting her to be alone.

"No…no it's alright. I'm ok…" her voice was coming back to her, it was hoarse and deep, matching the man sitting next to her but she was thankful she was able to get something out. "Thank you…for coming, I know it's late…" She was a little ashamed of herself, having called him late at night however she wasn't even sure what time it was.

"It's ok. I'm glad you did…is there someone you would like me to call for you? Antonio maybe?" At the sound of her brother's name Gabby shook, her whole body shaking like a leaf, not wanting Antonio to be anywhere near her at this point.

"No, please no, don't call him. Please…" She wasn't one much to plead, Gabby was always such a strong person but right now she didn't even have the strength to even pretend to be strong.

His hands shot up, showing him backing down, "Ok, its ok, I won't call him…but I think I should called Chief Boden…" He watched as Gabby sighed and dropped her head, she knew he would have to be called and she was silently thankful that she was not the one who had to call him. Nodding slowly, he felt the couch move as he rose, making his way towards the kitchen where she could hear soft speaking.

The blinking of the red numbers by the TV caught her attention…was it really 4.26am. Was it really that late in the night or should she say in the morning? What time was it when she had woken up? What time was it that al this had happened? Her hands clasped together tightly, sharp pain in her knuckle bringing her attention from the flashing numbers that seemed to never move down to her hands that rested in her lap.

Gabby looked down at her hands, they were still shaking violently, her knuckles were bruised and scrapped, her nails were broken and covered with blood- "He will be here in about 20 minutes…" The voice was back but she could not stop staring at her hands.

"I remember…" She started, swallowing deeply, "…fighting…I don't remember much but do I remember fighting…I think I scratched him…" She raised her hands for him to see, for him to be able to get a better look at them.

He nodded, "Looks like you fought hard Gabby…I also called in a favour from Chicago Med, Kendra is coming over too…" Gabby just nodded, she knew, as a paramedic that she needed to be check out. "I-" The knock at the door made Gabby jump but it was opened quickly.

"Boden thanks for coming, sorry it's so late…" The door was opened further, Boden stepping inside slowly.

"Sargent Voight. It's no problem, you said it was urgent…" He looked around the entrance, trying to work out why he was there, what had been happening that had required him at such a late hour. It wasn't lost on him that there was tension between Voight and the member of his house, in fact he would encourage as little interaction between the house and this man as possible but when you get a call in the middle of the night, he is not able to ignore it.

Voight moved up next to Boden, motioning for him to follow towards the living room, a gasp leaving Boden's mouth when his eyes on Gabby, her legs tucked under the blanket, her hands in her lap, wringing together to hide the shaking. He took in her face, her cut on her lip that looked angry, the black eye that had already stretched across her normally perfect face, stretching over her nose and down her cheekbone almost at the bottom of her nose. The large, deep gash on her forehead disappeared under her hairline. She looked terrible and no doubt the rest of her body was just as bad as what he could see.

"Hi Chief…" her soft voice pulled his eyes to hers, she was watching him, her hands now playing with the material of the blanket, keeping herself busy, trying to distract herself from the knowledge that he was staring at her, taking in each and every injury he could see, albeit she hadn't actually seen them, she had refused to look at herself. She kept a soft smile on her face, trying to soften the damage.

Swallowing deeply, Boden moved closer to her, hesitating for a moment before she nodded, giving him permission to sit in front of her, resting against the coffee table. He didn't know what to say; he didn't know what she wanted to hear or what was even right at this moment. But she smiled back at him, her strength coming back to her slowly, "I'm ok, just…ah…" she shrugged, what do you say to someone who is staring at you like you've grown another head.

"What…" But he couldn't finish it, it was a stupid question, what happened? It was almost as stupid as asking someone if they were ok in this situation. Of course she wasn't ok, of course she didn't want to talk about what but what else do you say?

"It's ok, I wouldn't know what to say to me either right now if I were you…" She was trying to lighten the situation, trying to make him feel comfortable, wanting him to feel like he didn't have to be careful of what he said.

"Do you want me to call someone for you?…" But she shook her head, Voight had already offered and she had said no but Boden wanted to ask anyway. She smiled back at him, her hair dropping in front of her face slightly; she had a vague awareness of Voight standing with his arms crossed over his chest not far from the couch. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Casey?"

Casey.

Oh god, the one person she really didn't want to see was the one person she wished was there. After everything that had happened between them, they had finally been getting themselves back to where they wanted to be, they had been talking lots of more, laughing, flirting endlessly, it reminded her of how they were before to got together, they were finding their way back to each other. Even though they had been fighting a little more after what had happened between them, she still loved him and part of her wanted to believe that he still loved her. But now this? There would be no way he would want to be anywhere near her now.

Would he look at her how Voight and Boden were looking at her? With pity and sadness? Would he be afraid to touch her, the same way she was afraid to have anyone touch her at the moment. Would he treat her differently? Would he even want to be near her? Would he angry or sad or look at her with hatred? There were too many questions when it came to Matt and she didn't even want to start to have those questions answered because the chances of it not being good answers were too high for her to risk.

Matt was the only person she wished would be able to look at her and see her not the bruising or the blood or what had clearly happened, he was the only person she wanted to be able to touch her or hold her but she knew he would be too scared to, he was the only person she wanted by her side, helping her through this but she knew he wouldn't be able to help but treat her differently.

And that scared her, terrified her more than anything.

Boden must have been able to read the look I her eyes when he had said Casey's name, the fear and the tears that welled there instantly. He knew there were slowly making they're way back to each other and he knew this would mess that up for them. As Chief he shouldn't have been encouraging the relationship between his candidate and her Lieutenant but these two had been through so much and he had always known they would end up together. "Ok, it's alright, I won't call Casey…this will stay between us if that's what you want…"

He watched her shoulders drop and her head nod, "Thank you…I don't want him to know…please…" Again she was pleading but when it came to Matt, she was terrified that the smallest thing would send him away from her and right now…this was not a small thing.

"It's alright, he won't find out…" Voight spoke from his position next to them, his arms still crossed over his chest, he would agree to anything Gabby wanted because he wanted her to feel in control. Control, something that had been taken from her this night, something he would fight for her to get back. "Kendra is here now…" He turned and let her in; he must have heard the car outside.

"Thanks for coming Kendra…" He spoke softly, again it was early morning, she was another person who wasn't thrilled to be woken up but it was clearly important.

"No problem Hank, what's going-" Again there was silence when she saw Gabby, her heart breaking for the girl in front of her. She had been an ER doctor for a very long time; it was clear by the wounds and her body language what had happened to her, it was clear what she had gone through. "Gabby…"

Again Gabby smiled softly, she was putting the smile on, trying to build herself back up. Gabby was a very strong person and even though it would take time for her to be strong again right now she was fighting a battle within herself. Kendra took up the seat that Boden had had on the coffee table. "Hi Kendra…" But Kendra could only search Gabby's eyes, finding the break behind the walls she was putting up.

"Hank is there somewhere we can go? I need to be able to treat these wounds…" She glanced back at Voight who nodded instantly towards the bathroom down the hall, the three of them watching as Gabby rose gingerly, her body aching still, each step seemed to be harder than the last, the blanket was tightly wrapped around her body. Kendra nodded as she followed, the sadness in her eyes telling Boden and Voight everything they needed to know.

"When you're done, there is a bedroom up the stairs on the right, she can stay there…" Again she nodded, closing the door to the bathroom.

Both Voight and Boden let out the deep sigh they had been holding in for longer they could remember. "What happened?" Voight knew Boden wasn't asking specifics, he was asking how Voight had become involved.

"I received a phone call from her just after 3am…I found her sitting on her couch, the apartment was a mess, she didn't say a word…" He shrugged unsure of what to actually tell him; because there wasn't anything he could actually tell him. "She doesn't even want Antonio to know…" He turned away from Boden, shaking his head. He didn't really know much of Gabby but he knew that no one deserved what she had been through.

"This is going to sting sweetie…I'm sorry…" Kendra had been cleaning up Gabby's lip and her forehead as they sat silently in the bathroom, Gabby still refusing to look at herself in the mirror, she had kept her back to the mirror, not wanting to see her own face. She flinched a little as Kendra placed the cloth on her forehead but Gabby stayed still. "Gabby…I need to ask, is there anything else I need to treat?"

Gabby's downcast eyes told Kendra everything she needed to know, she could see the extent of the attack as it played out in Gabby's eyes the memory of it all still so clear for her, but she had to ask, it was her duty as a doctor. Sighing Gabby nodded, knowing what Kendra was asking and what she wanted her to do. Slowly Gabby dropped the blanket from around her shoulder; silently she lifted her shift from her body, revealing patterns of scratch marks, already blackening bruises over her arms, her chest, down her stomach and no doubt further down her body.

"Sweetie, I want you to come to Chicago Med in the morning, I really want to have you checked out properly…" Kendra knew she wasn't going to get Gabby to go now but she also knew that Gabby understood that she needed to get looked at. "I will be there for the day shift, I can make sure you are in and out…" Gabby nodded, slowly letting her track pants slide down her legs for Kendra to make sure there was nothing to serious that needed to be treated straight away.

Again an array of bruises and scratches marred her skin, affecting her usually perfect skin. Sighing deeply Kendra looked down at her, "It's alright sweetie, I don't need to do much to these but I still want you to come to the hospital tomorrow ok…" Kendra had taken some of the blood under Gabby's nails, knowing that there was a chance it wouldn't be there in the morning and she wanted to make sure she had everything that she could get.

Gabby had long since crossed her arms over her chest after Kendra was done, trying to cover herself, her head down, not having the strength to look Kendra in the eye. Not even hearing the shuffle of Kendra's feet coming in front of her, Gabby jumped a little when she felt the pressure of her hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Gabby…" But Gabby shook her head, pulling her shift back over her head and her track pants up, moving straight from the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom which she had heard been mentioned before closing the door.

Kendra sighed heavily, she moved towards the kitchen where she found Boden and Voight sitting at the bench, silent, waiting. "She's upstairs…you are probably going to want to be close to her tonight thought, she is going to need it." Kendra spoke softly, making her way into the room, watching as the two men looked up at her. "I told her I want her to come my the hospital tomorrow morning so I can run a few tests and check over her properly…she is putting on a brave face but she will have a long way to go. I don't even know how she is dealing with this right now so you will need to keep an eye on her." Kendra leaned against the wall, watching as they nodded in understanding.

"Did she say what happened?" Boden spoke softly, terrified of the answer but needing to know.

"Not specifically. She just said she remembered fighting…" Voight shook his head, he knew what had happened to her, he could see it in her eyes and he also knew that Kendra could too.

"I took some samples from under her nails, there was some skin there but I need you to make sure she doesn't have a shower until after she comes to the hospital." They all knew why, it didn't need to be said.

OK so this is testing the waters, please let me know what you think. I am very worried about this so please be kind .

I'm sorry if you are a little confused, it will get explained, I promise you that!