Prompt for The Barson Daily on Tumblr - photograph (week of May 1)
He blew through the door, the anger rolling off of him, his phone gripped in his hand so hard she thought he would break it into pieces.
"Barba…" Rita said, walking up next to him. He looked at her with wild eyes. "Whoa. What's wrong?"
"I'm stuck at this waste of time conference, in this god forsaken town…"
"Barba, it's Chicago."
"… and THIS…" he said, holding out his phone. Rita took it from him and looked at what he had most recently been looking at. It was a picture of Liv and Noah and Rollins and her daughter. On some hack website. Oh God.
"I need to go. I have to go" he said, grabbing his phone back from her hand.
"And do what? You know there are other capable ADA's in Manhattan, right?"
"You don't understand, Rita. I have to…" She placed her hand on his arm, stilling him. "Barba, I get it. I do. I swear I do. I mean, I have eyes." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Have you talked to her?"
"Text because this Podunk town has the worst service."
"Again, Chicago."
"She said Lucy took Noah and Jesse to Jersey for a few days, but…" Rita nodded.
"We leave in a couple of days and if they need you back they will call." Barba sighed.
"I know. But I swear, Rita, I'm going to burn this asshole to the ground when I get back to New York. Don't get in my way."
"Wouldn't dream of it" she replied, making a mental note of this guy. Fighting him on a normal day was one thing. Fighting him when he was protecting Olivia – well, she knew a suicide mission when she saw one.
