"Dr. Santos? Trinity? Can you hear me?" Baran crouched in front of the other woman in the Viewing Room. Her pupils were dilated and she was even paler than normal, muscles tense. "Trinity? I need you to tell me what happened..."
The minute she entered the emergency department, Dana had dragged her into a relatively private area. Two men in suits that screamed fed had shown up shortly after Trinity clocked in and asked to speak with her in private.
That had been an hour ago.
"They... I'm..." Trinity tried and failed - breath catching in her throat.
Baran moved slowly, allowing Trinity to track her movements before resting her hands on younger woman's knees. "It's ok. You're safe."
Somehow it was the right and wrong thing to say apparently; something cracked on Trinity's face and tears began to fall. "No, I'm not." She froze when arms wrapped around her and melted.
Neither woman was sure how long they stayed there - or how long it took before Trinity was curled up in Baran's arms on the floor. Baran briefly registered Dana poking her head in to check on them before closing the door. "Tell me what happened? What can I do?"
"They found... pictures. From when I was... from... when... and I'm gonna... they want... I..." Baran held Trinity tighter, tucking her head under her chin. It almost seemed like the tighter Baran squeezed the calmer Trinity became - so Baran continued. "I was... I thought... my coach... I didn't know he took pictures. He's dead. He died. He can't... shouldn't have been able... but he gave them to people before he... and they're online now."
