Jesse dropped Beca to her feet once they were in the room.

"Fuck you Jesse" Beca spat.

"They are going to throw your ass in jail Beca." Jesse fired back. "What good will you be in there?"

She heard his words and knew he was right but her heart was racing and the adrenaline was pumping through her veins and all she could think of was finding Chloe before Luke hurt her. It was the only thing that mattered.

"He's right Lieutenant" Theo agreed. "I know you're so fucking pissed off." He tried to sympathize with the brunette. "And if I were in your shoes I don't know what I'd do. If someone was trying to hurt Jessica, I'd want to kill him."

"Not helping dude" Jesse whispered towards Theo.

"I hope you get your shot at fucking Luke up. I really do, but taking it out on some redneck in the lobby of a police station is not the way to help Chloe right now." Theo reasoned. "We need to stay focused here."

"We?" Beca asked.

"Obviously Becs." Jesse said quickly.

"I'm with you all the way B." Theo smiled.

"Okay" Beca breathed. She knew Jesse was going to back her up but she felt better knowing that Theo also had her back.

The door opened quickly as Amy stepped inside. "You know I love you B. I do. But that shit was not cool. That guy wanted to press charges against you." Amy said angrily.

"I'm sorry Amy. I lost it." Beca apologized.

"Geez shorty. You have to learn to control that temper. I feel like I spend most of my time getting you out of trouble." Amy huffed as she sat down in one of the aluminum chairs.

"Do I need to like apologize to him or something?" Beca asked.

"No." Amy replied. "He agreed to not press charges against you in exchange for my number." Amy shrugged. "I'm a sucker for a cowboy."

"Gross" Beca mumbled.

"Anyway, I came back here because the hospital called." Amy said, "Tom Evan's is awake."

"What?" Beca asked loudly.

"And he's asking for you." Amy added.

XxXxXx

Luke cursed under his breath. He hadn't thought his plan all the way through. He'd been so excited at the opportunity to grab Chloe that he rushed into letting Stacie go. Of course she ran to the cops. He hadn't thought it through but now as he looked down his street at the police car sitting in front of his house he knew he could never go back there. He turned down a side street as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He could feel himself beginning to panic. "Fuck" he mumbled as he continued away from his house trying to decide where he could hide. He needed a different car. His bike was too noticeable. He knew there was no way he'd get as lucky as he did this morning when the idiot left the keys in the car. Luke smiled remembering how easy it was to steal his first car as he continued towards a busy area of town. He slowed his bike down as he approached a nice restaurant. This was his chance. Luke followed slowly behind a silver Range Rover that had just been handed over to a valet. He saw where the car was about to be parked and stopped his motorcycle quickly. He jumped off the bike and surprised the valet just as he was getting out of the car with a punch to his face. Luke yanked the keys from the man's hand and climbed into the SUV before backing up and pulling out the opposite end of the parking lot feeling more confident about not spotted by the cops and heading on auto pilot to the one place he'd been every day for the last week.

XxXxXx

Barbara recognized the small woman as soon as she entered her grandson's hospital room. "You're Beca?"

"Yes ma'am" Beca replied.

The older woman's arms quickly wrapped around the firefighter. "I didn't have a chance to thank you."

Beca awkwardly patted the woman's back as her eyes finally made contact with Tom. She noticed immediately that he looked nervous. Scared maybe.

"Beca" Tom croaked. His voice still cracking. "Thanks from coming."

Beca stepped all the way inside his hospital room. She was followed closely by Jesse, Theo and Amy. She introduced them all to Tom and his grandparents. On the way to the hospital Amy coached her on the types of questions she should ask and how to react hoping he would reveal the nature of his relationship with Luke and possibly give them a clue as to where the other man may be hiding.

"It's good to see you awake Tom. How are you feeling?" Beca asked calmly as she fought her instinct to want to get information out of him as quickly as possible.

"Detective Patricia?" He questioned looking at the large blonde that was introduced to him as only Amy.

"Yes" She acknowledged.

"Is this conversation being recorded?" Tom asked looking around the room.

"Why would anyone be recording this Tommy?" Barbara asked clearly confused.

"Yes. It is" Amy confirmed. "Do you have an official statement you'd like to make?"

Beca's already thin patience was quickly growing thinner.

"An official statement?" Barbara asked looking at her grandson. "What are they talking about?"

"Barbara" Hank said standing slowly from his chair in the corner of the room. "Let him speak."

"I'd like to speak to Beca alone." Tom finally answered. He returned his dark eyes back to Beca and held the contact.

"No way" Jesse said quickly as he stepped forward towards Tom.

Beca's hand extended out quickly stopping Jesse. There was something about the look in Tom's eyes. He was going to tell her something but it was clear he wasn't going to say it to a room full of people.
"It's okay. I'd like to talk to him alone." Beca said continuing to stare back at Tom. Neither willing to be the first to break eye contact.

"I don't think that's a good idea Beca." Jesse whispered towards his best friend.

"I'll be fine. Please. Everyone just give us a few minutes." Beca said to the room.

After the room cleared out Beca pulled the hospital door closed and then turned towards Tom.

"Thanks for agreeing to speak to me this way." Tom said quietly.

"Do you know where Chloe is?" Beca asked quickly.

Tom looked down at his hands that were clasped together in his lap. "I've been in a coma for days Beca. How would I know where Chloe is?"

"You do. Don't you?" Beca accused. She stepped closer to him angrily.

"I never meant for any of this to happen." Tom said looking back up at her with his dark brown eyes. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt and I tried to stop it but I couldn't and he was so determined." Tom's eyes filled with tears as he rambled quickly. "After the first fire I knew I wasn't going to be able to get away from him. I knew I couldn't go back and I didn't mean for any kids to get hurt. It wasn't supposed to happen that way. I tried to get him to stop. I tried to talk Luke out of it but once he's determined to do something you can't talk him out of it. I didn't know he was going to take it this far. The day care was an accident I swear and the high rise we timed to go off when the least amount of people would be there. And I managed to talk him into setting up at an abandoned warehouse instead of the factory on Platt Rd where he wanted too. I'm so sorry about the guy that died. But when he set up the trap in the hotel? I knew he'd lost it. I knew he'd gone too far."

"You're sorry?" Beca echoed. "People died Tom. People died from things you did and you're sorry?" Beca asked.

"I am" Tom answered. "I just wanted him to notice me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Beca asked totally confused. "You wanted who to notice you?"

"You're the closest thing I'll ever have to a sister." Tom said looking straight into her eyes. "You don't remember me do you?" He asked.

So many things were swirling around in Beca's mind. She didn't know what to do or what to say. He'd just confessed to participating in all the recent fires and now he was saying they knew each other. She took a breath and cleared all the thoughts except for one. "Where is Chloe" She said firmly.

He ignored her. "Of course you don't." He sighed.

"Where is Chloe?" Beca repeated.

"We used to be inseparable." Tom smiled. "I have a picture of you and me at 72 dressed in turnout pants so big that they were just puddled around our feet. The suspenders" he laughed at the picture "were so long they touched down to our shoes."

Beca had no idea what he was talking about.

"We were three." He shrugged. "God, I have hundreds of pictures that you've never seen." He shook his head sadly. "We should have been best friends. We should have gone to the academy together and we should have been stationed at 72 together."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Beca demanded.

"But you don't even remember me." He said sadly.

"Remember you?" Beca questioned. "I don't even know you."

He nodded in agreement. "And that's not your fault Beca." He said softly. "It's my father's fault."

Beca stood as still as a statue as she waited for him to continue.

"I just wanted him to notice me. I just wanted his attention." Tom repeated. "After my mom died in a car accident he sent me away. He sent me to Kansas to live with my grandparents when I was six. I don't know why he couldn't take care of me. Maybe he didn't love me?" Tom shrugged. "But I remember being so jealous of how much your dad loved you. I envied you." Tom admitted. "One day I heard my grandparents talking about your dad. They were talking about how he died. I felt so bad for you because I knew how you felt. To lose a parent." He shook his head slightly. "It's hard."

"Where's Chloe?" Beca asked softly. She didn't have time or energy to think about anything that Tom was saying currently.

"When I moved back here four years ago I just knew that he would recognize me. I knew he would apologize for sending me away." Tom's expression changed to sadness. "But he didn't. He walked right by me in the grocery store. He didn't even see me. It was like I was a ghost." Tom took a deep breath. "So I started following him around. And I started sitting outside the firehouse. That's when I first saw you again."

"Where's Chloe?" Beca said again.

"He put his arm around you one afternoon outside 72. I was so angry. So angry." Tom repeated. "You are more his child than I will ever be. And it's not your fault but it's not mine either. You got to grow up with your dad and my dad and I hated you so much for that. I hated you so much that when I met Luke last year and spilled my guts to him one night in a bar we started to throw around these ideas. At first I thought it was for a book he was going to write but then he convinced me that we should do it." Tom admitted. "I didn't want to at first but he just made it sound so easy and he swore that no one would get hurt."

"Chief Smith?" Beca asked. "He's your father?"

Tom nodded sadly.

"Tom" Beca said calmly. His brown eyes moved to meet hers. Beca took a breath to steady herself. "I won't patronize you by apologizing for everything you've been through." She said calmly. "And I won't pretend I understand anything you're talking about but I do promise you that once I find Chloe and get her safely back from where ever Luke is keeping her, I will come back here and we can talk this through." Beca said calmly.

"Luke has Chloe?" Tom asked. He'd been so busy telling his own story he hadn't paid much attention to what Beca had been asking him and he didn't really care. He just wanted to confess.

"He abducted her from outside of my apartment earlier today." Beca explained. "She's been missing for about 6 hours. If you know where she is, I'm begging you to tell me."

"Chloe is a special girl." Tom smiled at the thought of the redhead.

Beca gritted her teeth and tried to keep her expression even. "She likes you." Beca managed to push out.

Tom looked up at her quickly.

"She told me that she thinks you're a really nice guy." Beca said feeling sick to her stomach.

Tom looked away and shook his head quickly. "I wanted to kill Luke after he told me that he slept with her."

Beca waited for Tom to continue.

"He doesn't like her. Not like I do. But I don't think he would hurt her." Tom replied.

"If he didn't want to hurt her then why would he take her?" Beca asked.

"For the story" Tom shrugged.

"The story?" Beca asked.

"He's writing a book. Everything that's happened. Everything we've done he said is for the story." Tom answered. "He's going to sell it and make millions. Then we will be rich and my father will have to acknowledge me. He'll be so proud."

"You're fucking crazy" Beca whispered. "Both of you are fucking crazy."

Tom looked up at her with hate in his eyes. "Maybe." He smirked. "Good luck finding Chloe."

XxXxXx

Luke sat outside the hospital looking at the large red fire truck with a large 72 on the side and police car parked in front. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the hospital.

"UCLA Med" The operator answered.

"Yes ma'am, hi. My name is Lucas Bowers and I'm a reporter for The Chronicle. I'm calling to check on the status of a patient." He said professionally. He heard the sound of typing in the back ground.

"You're press ID?" The woman asked.

"US-78340" Luke recited.

"Patient's name?"

"Thomas Evans." Luke answered.

"Mr. Evans has been awake for the last several hours. His status has been moved from critical to stable." She informed him.

"Thank you very much." Luke replied before hanging up quickly. He hit the steering wheel forcefully. "Fuck" He yelled. He reached forward and turned the Range Rover on. "You're such a pussy Tom" he said as he pulled out of the parking lot of the hospital and back towards the abandoned meat processing plant. He knew he was out of time. He would set his plan into motion tonight.

AN: So the pieces are falling into place. What are you guys thinking? How should it end? If I'm being 100% honest, I haven't decided yet. I've been tossing around ideas and I'm not sold. I'd love to hear your suggestions... so give me something to think about.