"Where the hell is Keenan?" Bobby was looking down the hall, looking for the uniformed officer that was assigned to Lucy. His mind was vibrating, trying to figure out all of the possibilities.

"Where is Lucy Jones?" Bobby ground out as Officer Keenan came down the hall. Inside, Bobby felt like he was hyperventilating, he imagined himself taking Keenan and slamming him repeatedly against the wall much like he had done to his portfolio a little while ago.

"With Officer Goren." Keenan responded, standing his ground.

"I'm Officer Goren." Bobby bit back, but he stood still and managed to refrain from grabbing a hold of the uniformed officer. "I'm….. Officer….. Goren." Bobby repeated saying the words slowly, more clearly, glaring at Keenan, waiting what seemed like forever for some kind of response.

"Then, she is with Officer Green." Keenan replied, still managing to stand his ground. Bobby looked at the young uniformed officer, trying to comprehend the shift in what he had said. "I switched your names. I was introduced to you both at the same time." Keenan added.

"What?" Bobby looked down the hall. Officers were continuing to come out into the corridor, curious about the commotion.

"Lucy Jones is with Officer Green." Keenan repeated. Bobby looked at the man, still fighting the urge to grab a hold of him.

"Goren." Green called down the hall. "She is with me. She is right here." Bobby turned slowly to look at Green, his mind still playing through somehow, someone grabbing up Lucy out of the station. He turned, trying to focus on Green, and he saw Lucy come out into the corridor. He took a deep breath, his whole chest rising and falling. He ran the back of his hand across his face, and took another deep breath.

"Lucy." It was Emil Skoda that called her name. Bobby watched Skoda quickly close the distance and pull Lucy into his arms, kissing her temples, kissing her face, running his hands across her hair, speaking to her softly. Bobby realized that Skoda had been thinking the same thing, feeling the same constriction in his chest, in his brain. If Bobby had been alone with Lucy, he would have grabbed her up into his arms, with the need to touch her, to feel her solid form, to look into her eyes and assure himself that she was OK. As it was, Bobby stood almost paralyzed to the spot, watching Skoda hold Lucy.

"You all have work, get to it." It was Lupo that spoke next, coming into the small crowd in the hallway, telling people to move along. Bobby stood, still transfixed, still letting it sink in that Lucy was right there. He could see her shaking, trembling as Skoda held her. He could see her face buried in Skoda's shoulder. Bobby thought about the excruciatingly long day, how Lucy had managed to keep it all together, how she hadn't shown any outward sign that she was affected by the fact that the prime suspect in a multiple homicide had touched her, had grabbed her just about 24 hours ago.

"Goren." Ed Green was standing beside Bobby, looking at Bobby watching Lucy, thinking about what he had asked about earlier, about something going on between Bobby and Lucy. He could see it on Bobby's face right now. "Goren." Green repeated, finally getting his attention.

"Sorry." Bobby mumbled, looking at Green.

"We have some hits, from that photo software. We have some addresses to chase down." Green offered, exchanging a look with Lupo because Bobby's attention had turned again, back down the hallway where Skoda held Lucy. Bobby again rubbed his hand over his face, through his hair.

"Right, lets go." Bobby replied, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Bobby headed for the stairwell while Green and Lupo stopped by their desks to grab their gear. Bobby thought that he just needed to get outside, he just needed to get some air. He was grateful for the few moments alone. His mind was trying to make his mind switch gears. He was starting to slow down from the adrenaline rush he had experienced when he thought that Lucy had been snatched up out of the precinct.

"Bobby, wait." Lucy surprised him by calling after him in the stairwell. Bobby was just about headed out of the stairwell door onto the main precinct floor. He turned to watch Lucy coming down the steps after him. He could tell she wanted to say something. He could see an officer and one other man coming down the stairs behind her. Perhaps she wanted to wait until the last two people on the stairwell had passed them by. So Bobby waited in the stairwell door, waiting to be alone with her for a moment. Lucy was standing in front of him, looking up at him, and it took every fiber of his being not to reach out and touch her, like he had wanted to upstairs in the hall. He kept his eyes on Lucy, but as he looked at her, something caught his eye, someone caught his eye.

In Bobby's brain, the next few minutes happened in slow motion. The other man on the stairs, the one not in uniform, medium build, maybe 5'10", brown hair, White, knocked into the uniformed officer that remained on the stairs, grabbed his weapon, lunged forward, grabbing Lucy. He threw the officer down the stairs, and the officer slammed into Bobby, almost knocking him over, almost knocking him out of the stairwell door. Bobby managed to remain in the doorway, stepping over the officer who slid out onto the main precinct floor. Bobby drew his weapon, but the man had Lucy.

The man yanked her up a few steps and pulled her back against him. He held the gun in his right hand. Bobby could see his fingers flexed around the grip, except the small finger, which was hyper extended, as if it lacked a range of motion. This was the man, there was no doubt in Bobby's mind. Bobby's thoughts were amazingly clear, he needed to slow this down, he needed to keep the man's attention and slow this down.

"This all happened kind of fast." The man was saying, and it took a moment for Bobby to realize he was talking. The man was talking to him. "That girl, she got away from me, she was fast, that happened too fast." The man said.

Bobby guessed he was referring to Megan Willis. She was the only victim who hadn't been brutalized in some fashion, who hadn't been strangled. It really did appear as if Megan Willis had died from the fall. But the fall hadn't been accidental; it had been preceded by a struggle, which led to the pattern of finger print bruises on her collar bone.

"You - you put it all together in just a few hours." The man said. Lucy had closed her eyes. Bobby could practically feel her breath coming in short uneven gasps. "So I followed you, you know, to see you, so fast, super fast." The man said, Bobby thought that this revealed how he came to be at the funeral. The man had been following him. Bobby really hadn't seen Lucy in the days leading up to the funeral. She had been in California. So the man probably had no idea of the connection between Lucy and Bobby. He probably had automatically, almost randomly reached out to grab her as she tripped.

Bobby realized Ed Green was standing beside him, out of view, just outside the stairwell doors. Green had come down to the main precinct floor another way. Bobby guessed they had secured the top entrances to the stairwell, so no other people could accidentally enter and unintentionally escalate things. Green was holding a piece of paper with the man's name written in large letters that Bobby could read in his peripheral vision – Justin Kemp. Then Green switched the paper – messenger for ME's office. Bobby had an ID on the guy. This would help give him an edge.

"OK Justin, slow it down, no one is moving fast right now." Bobby said, his voice slow and even.

"So fast, you even know my name. So clever." Justin was saying, moving the gun closer to her head, placing his other hand around her neck, squeezing her neck, obstructing her breathing. Bobby was looking for a shot, a clear shot that would not endanger Lucy. Justin was starting to strangle her.


A/N: ...more to come, soon