After the SWAT team gathered and had their coffee and was briefed, Eric got ready with them. Kyle and Sheila were staying at the station. Too rattled to go home and sleep. It was nearing four in the morning and everyone was tense and filled with anxiety.

Eric kissed Kyle before leaving. His own riot gear on; it seemed nothing compared to the actual SWAT teams gear. "Get what rest you can. Stay calm." Kyle nodded, holding his husbands hand tightly. "Bring her home." Eric nodded, more determined than ever. "I will." He walked out with the rest of the team.

They had an ambulance on standby, not wanting them there when they get there in case shit goes south.

It was an hour drive to the address. They parked and Eric felt his blood pressure. Anxiety and dread and fear all thrumming within him as they got out. He hated he had to stay behind with one of the snipers that took a place in a snow bank. He just kept watch, seeing the team form an entry plan.

The leader spoke, pistol ready. "Let's move." The team of four walked quickly and quietly, flashlights on, shields up as they got to the front door. It was locked. The leader called out in his shoulder mounted walkie-talkie. "Get us the ram." Soon a few guys were a coming up to them, carrying a portable battering ram. They held it as they pulled back and into the door. On the third punch to the door it fell inward, collapsing as they walked through. Pistol mounted flashlights looming throughout the dark house. But a light turned on from upstairs and a female voice heard. "What the fuck?" One of the team went up stairs. There was a struggle heard. "No! Get off me you assholes! I'll see you in court!"

Lisa was put into cuffs easily as the swat officer escorted her down the stairs. The leader gave an order. "Check every room. If you see the girl or the husband, approach with caution." They each moved in different directions as Lisa was taken out to the cruiser waiting for her.

One of the officers found the basement, his flashlight going down it, making someone cry out, sounding terrified. He swallowed his dread and spoke into his walkie-talkie. "I think I found them. In the basement. I'm going to go down." "Rodger that." He walked down carefully, pistol and flashlight held and ready for attack. He could smell blood and piss. Mostly blood, it was in the air. He could breath it but he pushed that to the back of his mind. Dan was nearly sobbing with relief at the sight of the swat officer but Anna seemed in the middle of a panic attack. Her breathing was fast and she was nearly sobbing.

Before Dan could plead the officer spoke into his walkie talkie. "I found them sir but its not good. Get an ambulance here, now." Dan spoke then. "Can you help her?! Please?! She's been like this since the door smashed open. I don't know how to calm her. She could suffocate if we don't do anything." The officer nodded, not exactly trained in dealing with anxiety. He spoke into his walkie-talkie again. "Sir, can Officer Cartman come down here?" "You really think that's a good idea?" "She's having a severe panic attack, we can't calm her, if we don't she won't be able to breath." "Understood, I'll get him there now."

The officer kneeled down to Anna, seeing her back was covered in gauze that needed changed badly. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Hey, its gonna be ok. Your dads here, he's gonna help you, ok?" Anna caught onto the word dad, nearly sobbing as she breathed too fast. "Dad? He's here?" She asked in a pained whine. The officer nodded, feeling his own eyes water. "Yeah. He'll be here soon too, to help you."

Just as he said that he heard heavy footfalls on the cellar steps and an intake of breath. He knew it was officer Cartman.

Eric nearly cried with relief that she was alive but felt a growing, familiar anger for the blonde woman that sat cuffed in the back of the cruiser. His voice was thick with emotion as he walked slowly toward Anna, almost not believing she's actually here and alive. "Anna?" She sobbed, nearly wailing. "Dad..." He rushed over, being careful of her wounds, holding her face gently to see him. His voice cracked when he saw her green eyes. "oh god, sweetie, its me. It's dad. I'm here but I need you to calm down ok? Remember what daddy and I taught you?"

She swallowed and focused on her dads voice, on his eyes, on everything that was him. He was the only person in the room to her. She eventually calmed and Eric turned to the swat officer. "Get an ambulance." "One is already on the way. About five minutes out." Eric started to really look and saw she was naked, a blanket covering half her body and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He spoke again. "Do we have anything to get the cuffs off?" Dan spoke up. "My wife has the keys." Eric looked over. "You..are you Dan? From the letter?" Dan nodded, eyes watery. "Yeah. But Lisa... She hid them. She didn't trust me. She hid everything that would threaten her mission from me." Eric shook his head. "We don't have time to ask her questions. Do you SWAT guys have anything for these?" "We have some wire cutters, should get them no problem. " "Get them, now."

The ambulance arrived the same time the swat officer got the wire cutters. He lead the paramedics to the basement, someone having turned the basement light on while he was gone.

The paramedics moved quickly but calmly. Eric keeping Anna calm, which seemed easier than it should have been. She was wrapped in a shock blanket, she had to lay on her stomach because her back was too bad. Eric walked with the paramedics but as they walked through the living room he felt someone jump on him, starting to stab him but he was wearing a stab and bullet proof vest..

Before the SWAT did anything Eric grabbed the arms that were around his neck, easily throwing him against the wall and punching him, knocking him out. A few officers apprehended Aaron. He must have been hiding when they searched the house.

When Anna was being put into the ambulance Eric for his cell phone out, calling Kyle. Kyle picked up almost immediately."Eric? What's going on?" Eric felt his throat close up, his eyes watering again. "We got her. She's alive. We're heading to the children's hospital." Kyle was silent, probably unbelieving until a relived sob escaped. "oh god, she's alive?" "Yeah. Alive and alert. I'll call you when we get to the hospital."

He hung up and took in the cold air of February, not caring that snow was falling on his head,He had his little girl back.

He stayed in the ambulance with her, petting her hair and keeping her from going into another attack.

He didn't want to separate but once at the ER they took her to prep for surgery for her back and broken fingers.

He went outside where it was quiet, leaning against the wall and taking in a few shaking breaths. His shaking breaths turned to sobbing, taking in large, lungfuls. He was so damn relived he had her back but so angry at who did this to her. So many emotions were going through him, he didn't know how to feel. He kept his own anxiety at bay, calling Kyle once he was calmed.