Goliath went to work that evening, but it was proving to be a slow night. With Elisa following overhead, they had managed to corner a couple of would-be muggers, stopped a thief from carrying a large television from the back door of an electronics store and Elisa had helped him track a car involved in a hit and run accident from the air.

Despite that, he was stuck behind his desk most of the night with little to do but obsess over where his daughter was.

Which was ridiculous, he reminded himself. He had seen to it that she knew how to protect herself. He had trained her himself in the beginning, and they had done several martial arts courses together. She might appear fragile, but she packed a punch and knew exactly where to aim it.

Goliath forced himself to take a breath. He glanced at the clock, noting the time. The dance was over, and she should be home by now. His fingers itched to dial her number, to make sure that she was alright.

Maybe he should send Elisa over to check on her…

"Goliath," came a familiar, and not very welcome, voice from behind him.

He swiveled in his chair, and met Demona…er… Dominique's gaze. Seriously, he had to keep a handle on himself. He had been spending too much time with the boys lately. Enough to pick up the nickname they had given her, even if it had been unintentional.

"Dominique," He greeted her instead. He kept his voice flat, impersonal. He would not have his personal history affect his work environment. "What brings you here?"

"I need to speak to you," Dominique said.

Goliath pointedly glanced at the clock. "It is three in the morning," he pointed out, "and I am at work. Whatever you have to say can wait until later."

"No," She all but snapped. "It can't."

Goliath raised his brow at her in surprise. Even when they were younger, it had been a rare occasion for Dominique to show if she was nervous or upset.

Yet, here she was, her body almost vibrating with… what?

"What is wrong?" He asked bluntly.

"Can we go somewhere?" Dominique asked.

Goliath shook his head. "No." He said bluntly.

"I need to speak with you, Goliath," She said, anger beginning to break through her façade. "It's important."

Goliath got to his feet so that she could be close enough to her to speak without fear of being overheard. "More important than you almost striking our daughter with your car? Or hurting our friend?"

Dominique's eyes shifted around, trying to gage if he had been overheard. "That was an accident," Dominique said between gritted teeth. "I would never hurt my daughter on purpose. I didn't know that she was there."

"But you meant to hit Elisa?" Goliath challenged.

"I still cannot believe you named it," Dominique ground out.

"She," Goliath said with emphasis, "Is not an 'it'. She is not a thing."

"Well, she," Dominique shot back with just as much emphasis, "is dangerous."

"And you would know that, how?" Goliath asked quietly.

"I.."

"I know that your company is involved in what happened to Elisa," Goliath acknowledged. "So how do you know that Elisa is dangerous?"

"Because I've seen it," Dominique bit out. "I have seen the videos and have read the reports."

"As have I," Goliath shot back. "I listened to the tapes, and Gods help those responsible when I catch them."

"Wait," Dominique blinked at him in surprise, then her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you've heard the tapes?"

"Just what I said," Goliath said. "I have heard the tapes."

"Did it… she…give them to you?" Dominique bit out.

Goliath just looked at her, careful to keep his expression blank.

"Of course she did," Dominique said, and something that looked almost like fear passed through her eyes. "Where are they now?"

"They?"

"Don't be an idiot, Goliath," Dominique said, her voice raising just enough to get attention from a few nearby officers. She noticed, and dropped her voice again. "Where are the tapes?"

"They are safe," Goliath insisted.

"Are they in the clock tower with the gargoyle," Dominique asked, "Or are they at your apartment with our daughter?"

Goliath's frown deepened. "How do you know all this… and why do you ask?"

Dominique didn't answer, spinning on her heels to hurry back out of the station leaving Goliath staring after her in confusion.

He wished he could just write off her reactions to her seeking attention, but…

He reached for his desk phone and dialed Angela's cell phone. When her voicemail picked up, he hung up and tried again.

And, again, there was no answer.

She could be asleep, but his intuition was screaming at him. Telling him that something was wrong.

A knot formed in his gut. He could be back at his place in roughly twenty minutes. He looked at the clock on the wall. Morning was coming soon, and it would be a risk, but he knew someone who could make it in less time.

Elisa.