"Pick up, please pick up," Clara gritted her teeth as she rung Joe's number over and over. Five times she'd rung, a total of five times. It was after the fifth that she realized why Rose had sounded so frantic that Joe hadn't been texting her of calling her back. It was so very unlike him.

"Sixth time lucky, " she whispered pressing down on his contact again. She listened intently as the beeping sound coming from the other end rung throughout the empty living room.

"Hello, " Clara's eyes grew wide as the voice on the other end did not belong to Joe. It did sound familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. So she chose her words carefully, needing to know exactly why Joe wasn't answering.

"Who the fuck are you? If you've kidnapped..."

"Whoa, calm down. Joe is my head of security. I'm Andre, Dr Dre, " Clara breathed a sigh of relief, but it led to her having plenty more questions to ask. Like what had happened? Why did Dre have Joe's phone? Where even was Joe? She started with the last one.

"Where is Joe if I may ask?" Clara frowned as Dre took a deep breath, the action causing her to realise something had happened.

"There was a break in at my house, I wasn't there at the time, but unfortunately Joe was. He got shot, he's fine. Um, do you want to talk to him," Dre replied causing Clara to roll her eyes from her end.

"No, I rung because I was hoping to have a conversation with you. What do you think?" Clara bit out before she could stop herself

"Alright no need to be smart," Dre muttered. Clara sighed as the distinctive static came from the other end as the phone was handed from person to person. A least she knew that Joe's right arm worked and that he could talk.

"Hey Clara, what's up?" Clara couldn't help the smile that filtered across her face. He would have had a hard rough night, but his first words were aking about her as if nothing had happened at all.

"What's up with you?" She shot back. A sigh came from the other end of the line and Clara rolled her eyes. She seemed to be doing that action a lot more often leading her to believe that it wouldn't shock her if they rolled all the way around and out of her head.

"I'm good, but you're not because the last time you called this early you had a little trouble sleeping," he commented. Clara had to hand it to him, nothing got past Joe, he knew everything about everything as long as you told him. Although you didn't exactly have to, he was pretty good at finding out secrets. That was probably why he was such a good spy. Plus he knew everybody's habits and always had good advice. Clara had been talking to him about her nightmares since the day they started and she knew for a fact she didn't want to stop until they stopped or she could no longer talk to him.

"It started differently this time. It started when I walked into the office, you know the one on that mission everybody told me not to go into," Clara started to explain, Joe hummed and she continued to tell him about what had happened at the very beginning of the dream.

"Then it ended, in the same way, I'm guessing?" he cut in after she'd finished the first part.

"Not quite, I was chained up and he had me facing a camera. I've never dreamt that part before. Then I woke up when the words were said," Clara clarified for him. There was silence from the other end as Joe took in what had just been revealed to him.

"Clara listen to me, you need to stop being afraid. This nightmare, dream hell even PTSD episode is trying to scare you. You need to face your fear," Joe spoke slowly and quietly in an almost whisper.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that get Marshall to tie me up and point a gun at my head," Clara bit out.

"Didn't know you were into that kinda freaky shit," the statement did not come from Joe's end of the phone. It came from the person stood leant against the door frame of the living room. Clara huffed glaring over at Marshall before returning to her call.

"No, you need to take it a step a time. I'll think of the first steps you should take and I'll call you back when I have a plan. I promise," Joe then said his goodbyes and hung up.

Clara was now left with a smug looking boss staring at her from his position . She threw the phone down next to her on the sofa, it bounced up a little, but thankfully didn't fall off and onto the floor. She then stood up from her seated position and walked towards him, he didn't flinch as she tried to shove past him and out the room. Instead, he reached his hands out, placing them on her shoulders, stopping her from moving past him.

"What?" She ground out her eyes boring right into his own.

"Are you ok? Who were you talking to?"

"Why should I tell you?" She bit back, shrugging her shoulders, managing to dislodge one hand, but not the other. Although it wasn't exactly an achievement because he put it straight back on her anyway.

"Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you woke up near enough screaming and then left the room saying you were going to make a phone call," Clara frowned her eye-catching the time on the digital clock stashed on one of the bookshelves.

"That was almost three hours ago," Clara pointed out raising. a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"Well, I may have erm fallen asleep., but that's not the point," he added shaking his head as Clara backed away from him folding her arms across her chest, "the point is. I remembered and when I woke up to find you weren't there I got a little worried ok," his voice had risen slightly and he was on the cusp of near enough shouting at her. When he was done he shook his head and decided to walk away the blank look on Clara's face was enough to tell him that she didn't really care about what he was saying. However, a small hand wrapped itself around his upper arm and pulled him back. he stopped walking but didn't turn around.

"Marshall look. Thank you for worrying about me. I know you mean well, it's just I'm not used to people caring or wanting to help me, apart from Joe."

"He your boyfriend?" Clara was going to make a snarky comment, but the look Marshall gave her told her he was actually being serious.

"No. That Kinda brings us to something else we really sorta need to discuss," Clara whispered.

"Yeah what's that?"

"What happened last night cannot be repeated ever."