A/N: I'm back! Like my last few this one won't be too long but as I reread some of my stories I wonder what the characters are up to and Savior is one of my favorites that I've written. I wanted to do this one a bit different so I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Rated M for language, violence and ya know..

Summary: Punk spent years trying to lock up James Sawyer, a plague on his life and family. But five years later Punk is going to need the deranged killers help...

Ghosts

It was close to two in the morning when Punk pulled into his driveway. He quietly closed his car door because he did live in a quiet neighborhood and it was late. Punk crossed the grass and always avoided stepping on the part where AJ was gunned down almost seven years ago. Their twins were five now and played freely on the beautiful patch grass and never had any idea what happened there. Punk would never forget.

Punk put his key in the door and immediately turned off then back on the alarm to the house. Punk and AJ were very serious about keeping their house safe. It was a state of the art alarm system that they updated almost every year. While he was bolting the front door he heard it and froze. Feet racing by the staircase twice. Punk turned his head slowly and caught a glimpse of the intruder. He sighed and headed up the stairs and that's when he heard the bedroom door slam.

Punk walked over to the door and eased it open slowly and peered into the dark room. The room that used to be Dean's 'security room' was transformed into a pretty pink bedroom for Mya once she was old enough to sleep without J.R. He saw the bed was empty and walked over to the closet and opened the door. The flashlight she was holding lit up the small space as he pushed the clothes to his side and looked down at Mya. His doe eyed, AJ look a-like daughter.

"How did you find me?" Mya huffed.

"It's my job. I'll always find you." He smiled picking her up and kissing her cheek. "Why are you up so late?"

"I had to wait for you." Mya insisted.

"Why's that?" He asked tucking her back into bed.

"Look." She said holding her arm out and he inspected it and saw a bruise.

"What happened?" He frowned looking at it closely.

"I fell during recess today." She sighed sadly. "It hurt so bad."

"Did your mom see it?" He asked concerned and she nodded.

"She said it's just a boo boo." Mya told him. "But I had to show you or I'd forget." Punk kissed the purple bruise and Mya smiled.

"Better?" He asked.

"All better." She said relieved. "I knew you'd make it better."

"Be careful when you're running around." Punk said turning her light off and kissing her head.

"I think I need new sneakers." She told him.

"Alright I'll take you this weekend." He promised and she smiled brightly. "Only if you get some sleep."

"Yes daddy." Mya promised. "I love you."

"I love you." He said in a challenging voice.

Punk turned around and saw AJ leaning in the doorway. She still looked the exact same, still loved her the same as he did all those years ago.

"She just wanted new sneakers." AJ whispered as he closed Mya's door behind them.

"I can't say no to her." Punk shrugged.

"I've noticed." AJ remarked as he followed her into their bedroom. "You're extra late tonight."

"I know." He said cupping her face gently and kissing her deeply.

"What's the big case?" She asked curiously.

"It's just a bunch of little ones." He shrugged taking his gun and locking it in his safe that was on the top shelf of the closet. "You didn't tell me she fell."

"I didn't think it was newsworthy." AJ smirked pulling down the comforter.

"Anything related to my kids is newsworthy." He informed her.

"Ok. Well, J.R got sent to the principal for putting a spider in his teachers coffee." AJ told him and Punk let out a loud laugh.

"My boy." Punk stated proudly stripping out of his clothes.

"You would be proud of that." AJ remarked.

"He's a rascal." Punk shrugged. "Just like me when I was a kid."

"Yea your mom was telling me about the ant farm you released in your kindergarten class." AJ said glaring at him.

"It was hysterical. I was a hero." He told her and she had to laugh. "How was your day, my dear?" He asked crawling into the bed with her.

"I finished my article on inner city gang violence, I had to go pick up the kids from school because Mya just couldn't work after her fall and J.R was sent home for the spider incident, I took J.R for new sneakers-" She began.

"That's why Mya wants new sneakers." Punk pointed out.

"Ok but J.R's foot is growing faster and he ripped his so he needed them. Mya just got new ones two months ago. And I told her this. She threw a fit." She told him and he smirked as he kissed AJ's neck. "So I had to get her ice cream which meant I had to get J.R ice cream, then I dropped J.R off at softball, Mya at dance, picked up your dry cleaning, did food shopping, picked them up, came home and cooked dinner which Mya and J.R decided to throw at each other, cleaned it, bathed them, read them stories, tucked them, baked cupcakes for J.R to bring in for the bake sale then cookies for Mya since they refused to share and wanted to bring separate items-"

"Should have bought it from the market and took the labels off." Punk teased nuzzling her collarbone.

"I tried but Mya cried that was lying." AJ groaned. "So after cleaning that all up I showered and put on my sexy underwear because I was expecting you home hours ago."

"Is it still on?" He asked curiously looking down her shirt and he smiled.

"You think after the night I had I want to have sex?" She asked with a scoff.

"Yes?" He asked hopefully more than stated.

"You're right." She said almost annoyed and he was already pulling at her top. "Unless you're too tired? She asked.

"Do I look tired?" he asked mockingly as he stripped his clothes away.

The next morning Punk was reading the paper and sipping his coffee. He was taking Friday off since he had been working so late all week and was letting AJ sleep in.

"Dad." J.R greeted with a wide smile.

"Hey." Punk grinned ruffling his hair.

"You're taking us to school?" He asked and Punk nodded.

"I am, made breakfast too." Punk told him proudly and nodded towards the donuts.

"Oh, no." Mya sighed walking into the kitchen next.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" Punk asked teasingly.

"Mama said no donuts for breakfast." Mya informed Punk and J.R rolled his eyes.

"She's not here." J.R argued.

"Well I'm going to tell her!" Mya yelled back.

"No, no let's not wake your mom." Punk said stopping Mya in her tracks. "What can I make you?"

"Hmm." Mya said thinking about it. "I'll have eggs with bacon." she told her father who eyed her. "I'll just have cereal." She giggled.

"Can I have coffee?" J.R asked Punk.

"No. And you can not put spiders in mine either." Punk told him as he prepared Mya's breakfast.

"Mom ratted me out?" J.R asked annoyed.

"Your mom tells me everything." Punk remarked. "No secrets in this house."

"Yea, right." J.R laughed to himself and Punk looked at him amused. "I was agreeing." J.R wisely covered.

"I thought you were going to tell me how the living room window broke last week." Punk said with a grin. AJ and Punk KNEW J.R and Mya were playing baseball in the house on a rainy day but they didn't rat on each other and claimed a bird flew in.

"The bird." J.R shrugged and Mya looked away. She couldn't lie to her parents.

"Right." Punk forced out.

AJ came down the stairs next yawning in her pajamas.

"Not going to work?" Punk asked.

"No. I'm long overdue for a day off." AJ said. "Donuts?" she asked Punk annoyed.

"I told them no, mama." Mya told her mother proudly and AJ kissed her head then J.R's.

"I know you did." AJ smiled.

"Go back to bed." Punk told her.

"It's no fair you both get to stay home and we have to go school." J.R grunted.

"Yea!" Mya agreed annoyed as well. "I want to stay home."

"Me too!" J.R told his parents.

"We're going to be cleaning all day. Do you two want to stay home and clean?" Punk asked and both shook their heads. "Didn't think so. Get your stuff you're going to be late."

"I'm first!" J.R yelled running out of the kitchen.

"No! I want to be first!" Mya yelled chasing after him.

"You feeling ok?" He asked placing his hand over her stomach where a small bump was hidden away.

"Yea but you know I get nervous." She sighed.

AJ had suffered four miscarriages since the twins were born. All early on but she was now almost twelve weeks and that's been the furthest she's gotten since the twins.

"You want me to take you to the doctor?" He asked her quietly.

"No. It's just I'm tired." She assured him.

"I'd imagine with the days you've had." He said to her. "You need to take it easy."

"That's not that easy when I have two twins running around." She reminded him.

"I know but I'm going to help more." He promised her.

"You work like a madman." She said shaking her head. "I have it easy at work."

"That's because your boss wants to fuck you." Punk remarked and she glared at him. "He does! He fucking salivates at the sight out of you. Your office Christmas party last year I thought I'd have to mop up after him."

"Stop." She giggled. "Can you come home and cuddle in bed with my all day and watch scary movies?"

"That was my plan today." He said nipping at her lips.

"Dad we're really going to be late." J.R groaned from the door. "And kissing girls is gross!"

"No it's not!" Mya argued as Punk made his way over. "I can't wait to kiss boys!"

"Your brother is right it's gross." Punk told Mya very seriously and he can see AJ glaring at him from the kitchen. "And you will not be doing any kissing." He ordered her.

"Not fair!" Mya yelled stomping her foot.

Punk was gone with the kids for no more than ten minutes when she heard the doorbell ring. AJ walked over to the door and was stunned to see who was waiting on the other side. She opened the door and was greeted by John's smiling face.

"Hello, April." John said still smiling. "It's been a long time."

"I don't know why I can't kiss like you and mommy." Mya explained from her car seat in the back.

"Because you are a baby. And babies can't kiss like grown ups." J.R explained.

"Very true, J.R." Punk grinned looking back briefly. "What your brother said."

J.R was brilliant. Mya was also smart but J.R was well above average. He was offered into a private school but refused to go without his sister. That made Punk proud.

"When will I be a grown up?" Mya asked Punk.

"So you can kiss?" He asked and she nodded. "48." he told her seriously. "Boys have cooties anyway." he lied with ease and J.R rolled his eyes and looked out the window as they pulled up to school.

"But mommy kisses you." Mya argued.

"I have my cootie shots. You can't get them until you're much older." Punk told her.

"Why is mom so tired?" J.R asked Punk before Mya could argue with him more.

"She just is." Punk shrugged simply. "Nothing to worry about." Punk told them as he stopped in front of the school.

"Will you take me for sneakers later?" Mya asked as Punk jumped out of the car and helped them out of their seats.

"Tomorrow." He promised her and kissed her cheek. "I love you have a good day."

"Love you too." Mya smiled carrying in her baked goods and Punk watched until the teacher waved at Punk that she he had her.

"You're next." Punk said helping J.R out and passing him the cookies AJ baked. "No spiders. Stay out of trouble."

"That prank was classic!" J.R argued and Punk had to smile.

"I mean I guess." Punk whispered. "But you have to work on not getting caught." He informed his son.

"They didn't know about the ant farm." J.R informed him proudly.

"My old prank?" Punk asked flattered and J.R nodded.

"They didn't suspect a thing and I'm already a legend! I'm only five!" J.R cheered.

"My boy!" Punk said kissing the top of his head. "Just cool it for a bit." He suggested.

"Sure, dad." J.R shrugged and Punk watched and waited until a teacher took J.R's hand and waved at Punk.

Punk saw the strange car in his driveway and parked to block it in and practically rushed into the house.

"Ape, who's car-" He began and saw John Cena sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee. "Fuck." He groaned.

"Good to see you too." John remarked sarcastically.

"I thought you transferring to Kentucky to run your own office would keep you away." Punk said to him and John smiled a bit. "I'm not happy to be here either."

"Really? I heard all those years of chasing skirt finally caught up to you and your wife left you and moved back to Chicago." Punk said grabbing his mug and pouring himself a coffee.

"I had no idea you kept such close tabs on me." John remarked flattered.

"Ape saw your wife six months ago at that kid festival and told her." Punk told him. "Speaking of, where is my wife?"

"She ran upstairs. I think morning sickness." John told him and Punk narrowed his eyes at him. "She didn't tell me, I can just tell. Glowing, a slight bump, boobs bigger-"

"Excuse you?" Punk snapped and John laughed.

"I'm kidding." John said and passed him a folder. "That came across my desk two days ago. I got here as soon as I could."
Punk warily glared at John then opened the file and Punk closed it after reading the first page.

"Its impossible." Punk said handing him back the folder.

"DNA doesn't lie." John argued. "The murders are copycats of James Sawyers."

"James Sawyer is in an cell for 23 hours a day. He's not been out and killing old ladies across Kentucky." Punk told him. "I check in constanty when I do prison transfers."

"You check in on the guy that much? That's sad." John remarked.

"I like to make sure he's still there. He doesn't see me but I see him and I saw yesterday morning." Punk told him.

"Three killings in Kentucky." John said opening the file. "Three in Las Vegas." He pointed.

"So?" Punk asked.

"Dean lives in Vegas." John said then pointed again. "Three more outside of the town AJ grew up in New Jersey, three more in Montana."

"Who is in Montana?" Punk asked.

"Adam." John told him.

"Fuck him." Punk spat.

"Chicago is the next stop." John told him.

"You're reaching." Punk had to laugh.

"How do you explain the DNA?" John asked.

"Mix up at the lab." Punk shrugged.

"Each time?" John asked then shuffled through the paperwork. "Positive ID from a witness. Look at that sketch."

Punk eyed the sketch and it did look like James Sawyer. But Punk was 100% positive Sawyer was in lock up because he saw him yesterday in his private cell. Sawyer was only allowed out of his cell once a day for an hour and that was to shower and see a doctor.

"He's locked up." Punk reminded him stiffly.

"Well, he's connected to these murders." John told him. "Thought you'd be all over this."

"I want nothing to do with James Sawyer." Punk told him as AJ eavesdropped.

"James Sawyer targeted April." He reminded him. "Little Mya too, don't you think a copycat-"|

"Don't go there with me." Punk warned him.

"Fine." John said. "I'm staying at the Hilton in the City, going to see Sawyer tomorrow if you're intrigued."

"I'm not." Punk said as John stood up and walked away. "You forgot your file!" Punk yelled after him but John kept going until he walked out.

"Phil." AJ sighed and he turned to see her.

"He's bored and being dramatic." Punk assured her.

"Are you sure he's still in prison?" She asked.

"Yes. I get constant updates." He promised her.

"Can you make sure?" She asked sadly. "I can't take the stress of James Sawyer-"

"I'll go with John tomorrow." He said quickly. The last thing he wanted was AJ stressed when she was still so early into pregnancy.

"Thank you." She said relieved kissing his chin. "You know how else you can help me whined down?"

"Hmm?" He hummed as she massaged him over his jeans.

"I want you so bad." She told him and he smiled.

"You're extra horny this pregnancy." He grinned.

"I know." She sighed dropping to her knees and tugging his jeans down.

"Babe-" He began but he was already in her mouth. "We're in the kitchen." He groaned leaning against the wall as he ran his hand through her hair. "Fuck, Ape, just like that." He begged closing his eyes.

AJ was relentless and ten minutes in he couldn't stop himself from pouring down her sweet throat. He was coming off his high when he felt her kissing his pelvis and hip dents.

"Babe." He whispered helping her up.

"My turn?" She asked hopefully and he had to laugh.

"I'm too tired now." He said with a straight face and she nearly cried. "I'm kidding." He laughed picking her up and carrying into her living room and laying her on the couch.

An hour later AJ was laying on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her nude body and looked up when Punk walked in holding a dish.

"Peanut butter, no jelly and as gross as it makes me, pickles on the side." Punk said wearing only his jeans.

"You're the best." She grinned eagerly taking the plate.

"How are you feeling?" He asked sitting on the coffee table across from her.

"Good." She assured him. "I feel good about this pregnancy."

"I know." He said quietly.

"What?" She asked.

"I worry about your health." He told her honestly. "We didn't have to try so soon after-"

"I know you're afraid for me." She said to him. "I also know you don't want another loss but the doctor said this pregnancy is very strong."

"Like I said I'm worried about you." Punk reminded her.

"I'm fine, the doctor said I'm fine." She reminded him as well. "But I still don't want to tell anyone yet-"

"I know." Punk nodded.

"What about James Sawyer?" She asked.

"He's in prison." He groaned standing up.

"DNA is the same and similar murders." She reminded him. "Should we call Dean?"

"Dean is happily retired, has been for five years." Punk told her. "I'm not bothering him over this."

"I'm scared for Mya." AJ told him and he looked away.

"I would be too, IF Sawyer was out free which he isn't." Punk said shaking his head.

"Have you spoken to him?" She asked.

"No. Not since his trial." Punk told her. "He's on death row, I don't feel the need to gloat."

"Should I go see him?" She asked and he glared at her.

"Absolutely not." Punk said to her. "The only thing you should be worried about is getting J.R to baseball practice on time and having the talk with our daughter."

"What talk?" AJ asked concerned.

"About kissing. She wants to kiss a boy the way you kiss me." He told her and she laughed. "Not funny." He warned her. "I'm terrified."

"Stop!" She said still laughing. "She's five!"

"She's always pairing off her dolls into couples too." He told her and she rolled her eyes.

"That's what all little girls do." AJ said waving it off.

"I can't have this at this age with her." Punk told her fearfully. "I'm too young."

"Are you though?" She teased and his face fell.

The doorbell rang and Punk groaned as he walked over to it.

"You have no shirt on." She reminded him.

"And you have no clothes on." He remarked back and peeked to see who it was.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Your boyfriend." Punk forced swinging the door open.

"Phillip." AJ's boss, Elliot Hunter greeted.

"Phil." Punk corrected. "What?"

"I bought April over some soup since she called in sick." He said holding a bag out.

"I fed my wife." Punk informed him smugly. "And she's resting right now, we had a very active night, morning and afternoon."

"I'm sure." Elliot said passing him the bag. "Maybe you could use the fuel. It's April's favorite."

"Great." Punk forced out. "Bye, bye." He said then slammed the door.

"Phillip Jack Brooks." AJ scolded from the couch.

"Fuck that guy." Punk snorted opening the bag. "Not literally, of course."

"Asshole." She muttered eating her sandwich.

"Shows up at my house with food for my wife." Punk scoffed.

"He was concerned." AJ shrugged.

"Concerned about his boner." Punk told her and she shook her head.

"Not all nice guys want to have sex with women." She told him and he eyed her as if she was crazy.

"Of course they do." Punk said opening the soup. "I love chicken noodle." he grinned grabbing the spoon in the bag.

"You're nice to plenty of women, you want to sleep with all of them?" She asked.

"No of course not. But I don't go out of my way. If I drove soup to Rachel's house from the office you wouldn't like that." He told her.

"I guess." She groaned. She HATED when he was right.

"Your boss doesn't like me." Punk said eating the soup.

"You're rude." She said to him. "Maybe that eggs him on."

"Maybe. But it's a dangerous game to play with a US Marshal who has 6 loaded firearms in his home." Punk told her plainly and AJ laughed shaking her head.

Later that night Punk peered out the kitchen window and watched as AJ played catch with J.R. She was truly the best mother. She took interest in both of their kids interests and she was always excited about it. She loved her one on one time with each other. She never made them feel like a "package" even though they were twins.

"Hi, daddy." Mya greeted and Punk turned and looked down at his daughter.

"Hi, baby." Punk smirked.

"Are you still taking me for sneakers tomorrow?" Mya asked.

"Sure am. I have to work in the morning so it will be a bit later." Punk told her and she let out a sad sigh. "Would I let you down?"

"Never." Mya smiled brightly. "Can we get a puppy?"

"No. We are way too busy for a puppy." Punk told her as he went back to washing the dishes.

"Can I play baseball?" Mya asked next.

"You can do whatever you want. But you don't like baseball." He reminded her looking back at her again.

"But then you and mama will play with me more." Mya told him. "And J.R."

"We all play with you." He reminded her. "I'll play whatever you want."

"Really? You'll do dance dance with me!?" She asked.

"Yes." He told her without hesitation. "I should practice since we have that father daughter dance at your dance school in a few weeks."

"I'm getting a pretty pink dress and mama said you'll get a pretty pink tie." She told him happily.

"I'm very excited." He smiled. "Go set up your music in the living room and I'll meet you in there."

"Ok!" She cheered.

Punk watched his adorable daughter run off and the fear in his stomach hit of James Sawyer. As much as he didn't' want to, he'd have to get involved in this. This was too close to home and he had to protect his family. His ever growing family...