"I-, uh, that bitch." Xavier growled.

Sam's eyes flared and he stepped forward, but Wordy got between them.

"Easy Sam." Wordy put a hand on Sam's chest. Sam was looking past him shooting daggers at Xavier, his mouth a thin line.

Jules pulled Xavier's arm and moved him away. "Start talking. What are you doing here and where is Mikaela?"

Xavier gave her a look filled with pain and grief. "Mikaela is dead."

"I'm sorry. I meant Karen." Jules sighed.

"I just wanted to visit her." Xavier grumbled.

"Looks like she doesn't want to visit you." Jules held up the photo. "Where is she?" She glared at him.

Wordy kept his hand on Sam's chest until Sam looked at him. "Jules will get it out of him." When Sam let some of the tension in his body go, Wordy tapped him on the chest. "Karen, anything else you can tell us? Was she acting different in the last couple days? Anything that seemed off."

Karen threw a look towards Jules and the dark haired man and thought. "No I don't think so. She never let me come to her apartment. I always thought that was weird. She was-" she stole a look at Sam and shrugged, "happy."

Sam nodded. He had enjoyed the last couple weeks with Mikaela. Why was it something always got in the way of his happiness? He had something good going and it was taken away. Sara, Matt, Jules, just to name a few.

"Ok thank you." Wordy said dismissing her. "We'll call you if we need any more information."

"Ok. I really hope she's ok." Karen said with tears in her eyes, turned and went to her car.

"He was supposed to meet me at the hotel an hour ago. I don't know where he is!" Xavier said fearfully when Jules got in his face.

"Your hotel. Let's go." She turned him and they headed to the SUV, followed by Wordy and Sam. She put Xavier in the back with Wordy and then got in the passenger seat, while Sam climbed in the driver's side.

Sam pulled out of their parking spot and started down the road. "Which hotel?"

"The Hyatt on Dexter." Xavier sat glumly looking out the window. If his father found out that he got picked up by the cops he would kill him.

"Ok Xavier. Why is your father here? Why come all this way to find Karen?" Jules looked back at Xavier.

"No one gets away from Daddy. Not unless-" Xavier clammed up. He couldn't betray his father's trust.

"Unless they're dead." Wordy looked at Xavier.

"Damn bitch never did learn her place." Xavier grumbled.

"Oh yeah? Where is that exactly?" Jules frowned.

"Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen or cleanin' the house. A woman got responsibilities to her menfolk." Xavier growled at her.

"Yeah, well you make sure to tell your dad and all your like minded buddies that it was a woman cop that ran your butt down. Tackled and cuffed, no fuss no muss." Jules smiled and looked at Sam. He laughed and put up a fist. She bumped fists with him and Wordy.

Xavier was quietly stewing and looking out the window.

After a minute, Wordy leaned over and said quietly, "come on man. It's over. Look around. You're sitting in a cop car in cuffs."

Xavier looked at Wordy with disgust in his eyes.

"The ex said that Peter was extremely angry and dominating. It started when they were dating. She got pregnant and was forced to marry him. Typical abuser behaviors." Greg said into his headset. "He took it too far while she was pregnant and she ended up in the hospital. The police got involved, but she never pressed charges. She finally left him when Xavier was two, but he kept the boy. She barely had visitation rights. She ended up moving to Ohio and he moved on. She hasn't heard from him in 25 years and wants to keep it that way."

"Don't blame her." Jules said in hushed tones. She looked at Sam. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw. She was about to say something when Xavier spoke.

"So blondie, you her new boy toy?" Xavier asked. When he saw Sam clench his jaw he continued, "yeah. You are aren't you? You hit that? She's good ain't she?" He leaned forward and taunted.

Wordy put a hand on Xavier's shoulder and pulled him back. He grabbed the seat belt and tightened it. "You have the right to remain silent sir. I suggest you exercise it."

##### building in Business District, 1400 hrs. #####

"Whoever owns this office is my kind of guy." Peter drawled. He was dripping with sweat and trying to catch his breath. He sat back against the desk and looked at Karen's bare bottom in front of him. He'd found a pair of cuffs on the desk and had liked those better than the tape.

Karen was laying with her upper body on the couch and her face buried in the cushions. She was keeping the tears at bay, but just barely. She had used the cushions to stifle her cries as he violated her. It angered him, but she was glad. She had accepted that it was going to happen. He would try to claim her, make her his like he had for all those years. She had the bruises to prove that she had fought him. The worst was the one forming on the side of her head where he had punched and slapped her repeatedly. At least it had stopped bleeding.

She needed to sit up, her back was killing her where he'd kicked her. She turned her head and saw that he was staring at her ass. Disgusting, fucking pig, she thought. She picked her torso up and sat back on her legs.

Peter watched her sit up and was filled with rage. He moved forward pushed her to the carpet. She fell to her side and lay still. "I didn't say you could get up, whore!" He started punching her in various locations, but it was the one to the side of her face that made her go limp.

Karen pulled her legs in, trying to protect herself, but it didn't matter. Blow after blow landed on her side, her leg, arm. Sam, she thought. Don't come. This is it. He's going to kill me and I don't want you to see. I deserve it. I shouldn't have run. I'm sorry I involved you. I should've known. I'm sorry. When the blackness cane she welcomed it. I hope this is it. Momma and Mikaela, I'm coming.

Peter stood and went to the bathroom to clean up. He washed the blood from his knuckles and flexed his hand. Damn, it was sore. As he dried his hand carefully he thought, I need to lay down for awhile. Wore myself out on that whore. He went back to the room, duct taped her feet together, then laid on the couch and was instantly asleep.

##### The Hyatt Hotel, 1430 hrs #####

Sam threw the bedding down and ran a hand through his hair. "Spike, anything on the traffic cams in the area of her apartment?"

Spike grimaced. "Yeah. Uh, I got a good angle of the alleyway. She, um."

Wordy put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"It's ok Spike. What can you see?" Greg said as he watched the footage. He hoped Wordy and Jules would be able to keep Sam calm. Ed was standing on the other side of Spike and had averted his eyes when he saw the limp arm and leg fall into the dumpster from the mass of blankets. Lew sat in the other chair looking anywhere but at the screen.

"She went down the garbage chute and landed in the dumpster in the alleyway. An officer walked right by." Spike took a gulp of air and Ed put a hand on his shoulder. "He grabbed her and walked to the back of the building. He was out of range of the camera for a few minutes, but I'm assuming that's when he assaulted the officer that was back there.

Luckily he's ok. I did get his license plate though. I got Winnie to put out an APB for it. It's a rental which he got five days ago, used his name. I was able to track him to the business district, but lost him around 10th street."

"Good work Spike. Let's load up." Ed said angrily.

Sam looked at Wordy. He'd put her down the garbage chute? He couldn't keep the rage from his eyes.

"Come on." Wordy nodded to the door and walked out, followed by Jules and Sam.

Ed couldn't get the image of the falling body out of his mind. Was Young trying to ditch the body or was she just unconscious? He climbed into the passenger seat next to Greg and looked at him. They both turned their headsets off. "Sam's seriously compromised on this one. I don't think we should let him in there."

"He's not going to go along with it. It's his girlfriend Eddie." Greg looked at him. He understood Ed's reservations, he was worried too. What if she was dead? What if she wasn't? With Young's history, he could be doing a whole slew of unthinkable things. This was going to fucking hurt, he thought.

"Exactly. Who knows what shape she'll be in." Ed said angrily.

"We won't be able to keep him in the truck. He's going to want to be there for her. Well put him on entry, but he's last in. Have Lew stay with him. He keeps Sam back until we know what we're dealing with. " Greg looked at his friend, his heart pounding.

Ed thought about it. His need to protect Sam from the coming onslaught of pain was overwhelming. He wanted to send Sam back to the barn if he was being honest. Or send him to the hospital to wait for her there, but he knew Greg was right. He nodded. "Ok. I'll put Jules on Sierra." He reached down and turned his radio back on. "Sam, what's your ETA?"

Sam looked out the window. Wordy had tried to get him to talk, but he couldn't. The what ifs were killing him. He knew Young's history, they had all heard it. Who knew what he was doing to her. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think about it.

"We're ten minutes out." Wordy looked at Sam and answered for him. He could see that Sam was trying struggling to hold it together. He looked in the rearview at Jules and could see his concern echoed in her eyes.

"Where would he go Xavier?" Jules asked, turning to him.

Xavier sighed. He knew he was fucked, but maybe if he helped he could cut a deal. "Somewhere nice and quiet like. Where he wouldn't be disturbed."

"Spike, I need you to search for any empty buildings in the area. For sale, lease or set to be demolished." Jules said.

"Copy. Pulling up to 10th Street and setting up command." Spike pulled over, jumped out and ran to the back of the truck.

"We're going to start from 10th and go east five blocks, Wordy, you go west. We'll have the PD go north and south. We'll expand further if we need to, but he's here somewhere. Once Spike finds any empty buildings we'll start searching them one by one. We're looking for a dark green Subaru Impreza, license plate Romeo Echo Alpha 259." Ed looked out the side window at every green car they came to.

"Copy." Wordy answered.