Within minutes of the phone call I was at the police station, the words going round in my head. They needed to talk to me, they'd kept the phone call really short - under ten seconds - and just said I needed to come in. Panic had set in almost instantly, the thumping of my heart drowning out pretty much everything as I rushed through to the police station where they'd asked me to go. The moment I got there, I had to hand my phone over to an officer who then put me in an interrogation room with nothing more than a plastic cup of tepid water. I wrung my hands as I waited, the feeling of being in this hard plastic chair only bringing back memories of being in that basement, of the stinky sludge we had to eat, of poor Penny and her demise. It was like I'd been transported back into the hostage situation as I sat there, my vision clouding as I pictured Tony standing there, stirring the pot whilst the metal spoon scraped the bottom of the pot, the smell almost enough to set your senses on edge - and then the knock at the door came.
I leapt up out of the chair and hid in the furthest corner of the room as the door opened, only for Spencer to rush in and pull me into a hug. In a single moment, I relaxed. My breathing had regulated, my pulse slowed, my body loosened.

"Hey, it's okay." He soothed, walking me back to the table and getting me to sit down. JJ came in with a fresher, and much colder, cup of water and sat with me whilst Spencer sat opposite me, making sure he was looking directly at me to calm me down. It was strange how someone so new into my life could change it so much, how he could make me feel as comfortable as Penny used to. I looked down at the table in sadness, only to once again panic as my mind imagines it to be blood stained.

"I'm sorry. I really am. It's like I'm still there sometimes and I just freak out." I breathe out. JJ's hand on my arm was comforting.

"It's okay. You don't need to apologise." She smiled.

"So... what's wrong? Why did you call me here with a cryptic message?" My leg began to twitch under the table as my hands scratched at my skin. Suddenly the withdrawals were back and I longed for that feeling of calm and tranquility, for when the drugs had such a hold that I didn't feel fear or worry, I was just at peace.

"Someone knew that I went to visit you, Grace. They sent a message to our team, warning us that you are Tony's and we aren't to see you again." Spencer came straight out with it, receiving a glare from JJ who was probably mad that he didn't sugarcoat it. I was glad though, I liked people to be honest with me.

"We just wanted to know if you could remember any people that were friends of Tony's? If he ever had visitors?" JJ continued, trying to make it sound less scary. For a moment, I thought back. Staring at the grey walls, I tried to recall as much as I could. I could smell the potato sack, feel it scratching my face, I could smell that food again, hear the scraping, feel the dust tickle my nose, hear the doorbell go and Tony leave, coming back down with a bag of treats each time. Suddenly, I was back in the room, with two faces looking at me in wonder. I looked up at the long ceiling light as I tried to recall any information that would be of use. I needed to offer them something.

"I-" I sighed, feeling useless as I failed to recall any practical information. "The only person who visited brought Tony a bag of stuff. I assumed it was how he got the drugs because he literally never left the house. It may have had food in it too. He always came to the basement holding a white plastic bag, like those small ones you get at local convenience stores?" Spencer looked over at JJ who swiftly got up and rushed out of the room, leaving us alone for the first time since he'd visited me.

"Thank you Grace. Any information is really helpful." He smiled, once again making me feel like I was helping even though I probably wasn't.

"I'm so sorry Spencer." Tears began to prick my eyes. "I feel so useless. How is a white bag going to help anything?" My head was in my hands before I even finished the sentence. His hand softly landed on my arm, offering it a quick rub to get my attention.

"The bag may have DNA on it. Tony and his friend wouldn't have bothered wearing gloves or hats for something so simple as a food collection. A hair or a fingerprint is going to give us more than you could imagine. Enough to arrest someone. Enough for you to feel free." His words stuck, made me feel better in an instant. Something I thought was so stupid actually wasn't. It was weird, realising that someone I'd known for such a short space of time was actually someone who could change how I thought and felt, and I really liked that about him.

"Dr Reid..." I finally got the courage to look him in the eyes, to really take him in and make sure it stayed. If that awful Tony could remain in my mind, then Spencer was going to be in there too. "Thank you. For everything." I smiled weakly at him, exhausted from the overwhelming emotions I had gone through since I'd entered this room. He nodded in acknowledgement as he stood, beginning to head out of the room. Once again, fear was setting in and I needed to say something - anything - to keep him here. "Wait!" I shouted, stopping him in his tracks. "Penny's memorial, well the one for all the girls, is next week. W-would you be able to attend? It'd mean so much to us all." I rambled, my fingers interlacing before breaking apart to scratch at myself. Spencer offered a small smile as he stepped through the threshold into the corridor.

"If I'm not working a job, I'll be there. I promise."