She hears his voice first, five years later and she'd recognise it anywhere ["How 'bout you? Ever sleep with your partner, detective?"]. She freezes, spine straightening, a dash of hope striking her at the same time the dread hits. But Barba is looking at her with brow furrowed and eyes piercing so she turns the corner and if he notices her pace pick up he doesn't comment.
"Dickie?"
"Liv. I didn't do this. I swear."
And it's pandemonium, the room is spinning by in a dizzying blur as Casiri man-handles the boy to the tombs, Amanda ushering a crying girl upstairs, and there's a voice - her voice - tinged with panic calling out to Fin, "Elliot. He needs to know". And then a hand, soft, gently applying pressure to guide her through the office doors.
He looks at her, trying to keep his gaze neutral. This is a woman he has seen beaten and torn down, he's seen her bloodied and near tears, but he has never seen her this shaken.
A voice is calling her, and in a distant fog she thinks it could be him. But the fog lifts and the hands on her are too smooth, the eyes green instead of blue. She mutters out a soft "I'm fine." which he answers with a half nod and subtle tilt of the head.