Javy came to a screeching stop in front of the house. Jake noticed that only Liv's car was parked out front. As he got out of the car and walked toward the stone path, he noticed the skid marks that tires had left in the pebbles.

He first tried to open the door, but it was locked. He ran the doorbell as Javy joined him. Seeing he was getting no answer, he banged on it.

"Liv!?"

He ran to the back of the house and saw the light coming in from the empty living room. He took the handle of the sliding door, gave a silent prayer, and tried to open it. When it slid open, he gave a sigh of relief and let himself in, Javy right on his tail.

He noticed the laptop on the table and knew it wasn't hers, it was an official Naval laptop. Then he saw the empty glass and the little amber colored liquid, left in it.

"Liv? Where are you?" he called out as he headed for the kitchen.

Seeing it was empty he ran to the steps and climbed them two by two, rushing across the mezzanine.

He stopped in front of her closed bedroom door and hand shaking grabbed a hold of the knob and turned it. As he opened it, he let himself in and then frowned as he saw that everything had fallen off the nightstand.

He walked in further and noticed droplets of blood leading to the cellphone on the floor. He turned around, almost expecting to see Liv in a part of the room he couldn't see, but instead he found the mirror shattered into pieces and a bigger quantity of blood.

Jake's head whipped around as he heard sound coming from the dark and unlit bathroom.

"No, no, no…" he said as he took two big steps, hit the light switch 'on' and walked inside.

He saw her sitting her back against the wall, between the toilet and the shower, she was holding a towel to her face, and he couldn't see it. Her other arm was resting on her lap. He wasn't a doctor, but he knew it wasn't supposed to look like that. The red marks, and forming bruises, on her arms, wrists, legs, and thighs hit him in the stomach as if he had been punched.

A whirlpool of emotions hit him; anger, rage, pain, guilt, helplessness, and he knew it was just the beginning.

What had that bastard done to her?! It wasn't really a question, he knew what Beau had done, there was no ounce of doubt in his mind. He only said it to himself out of mere incredulity.

He walked gently over to her, then knelt in front of her. "Liv?" he said softly as he placed his hand on her knee.

She flinched and he removed his hand.

Slowly he saw her move her hand away from her face, when the towel fell out of her hand, his heart literally broke.

"Oh my god," he heard Javy say from behind him.

Jake knelt and took his cellphone from his back pant pocket and handed it to Javy as he turned to look at him.

"Call 911, the cops and the MAs."

Javy nodded as he took the phone out of his hand and left the bathroom.

Jake turned his attention back to Liv. The side of her head was still bleeding. He took the towel from off her lap and applied pressure on the wound.

She drew in a jagged breath and winced.

"I'm sorry," he said as his eyes locked with hers.

She started to sob, and her entire body shook.

He wanted to touch her, but he was afraid to hurt her.

"I'm right here, you're safe now."

Javy walked back into the room.

"The EMT, MAs and police are on route. The 911 operator said we should lay her down and monitor her until the EMTs get here."

"OK," replied Jake.

He then pointed to the bathroom cabinet door. "Get me two fresh towels."

Javy opened the door and took two towels out and handed them to Jake. Jake took one, rolled it up and tied a knot with both ends. He removed the towel on the side of her head, passed her head in the loop and delicately what he considered her good arm to be, and passed it through the opening, creating a sling. He then with his two hands raised the bad arm and placed the towel under it.

She groaned and he closed his eyes. This was all his fault.

He stood and bent at the waist. He placed one of his arms under her legs and the other around her back and lifted her off the floor.

"I've got you," he said as he cradled her in his arms and kissed her hair.

Javy followed him as he set out for the bedroom and gently lowered her down on the bed.

Jake reached and grabbed the clean towel from Javy's hand and reapplied pressure.

After a few minutes, sirens could be heard coming their way.

"I'll go open the door for them."

"Keys are on the armoire in the foyer," said Jake, never removing his eyes from Liv as he checked her out.

He heard Javy's feet quickly shuffle down the stairs.

The sirens stopped and then a few moments later, two EMTs walked into the room. They placed their equipment on the floor and on the bed as they quickly scanned Liv.

"We've got it from her, sir," said one of the EMTs as he placed a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder.

"I've identified a head laceration, multiple abrasions and bruises, one of her eyes is badly swollen, her right arm looks bad and she's in a lot of pain," said Jake as he stood.

He watched as the other EMT prepared her arm for a veinous catheter.

"Was she conscious when you found her?"

"Yes."

"Did she throw up?"

"I don't know, not when we were here."

"Can you give me her name?"

"McKinney, Olivia."

The EMTs looked at each other than at the woman's face… it was in such bad shape that they hadn't even recognized her.

Jake was about to add that she was a doctor when the EMT talking with him took a few steps and bent at the knees so that he was at Olivia's height on the bed.

"Livi? It's Arthur and Miles. We're going to take care of you."

Jake stood at the end of the bed and watched as they inserted the catheter, hydrated her, and injected with the contents of two vials.

"What are you giving her?"

"Morphine for the pain and an something to prevent her from vomiting, one of the side effects of morphine."

Javy peaked his head into the room.

"Jake, the MAs and police are here."

Jake looked at Liv and he stared deep into her eyes. "This ends tonight," he said before walking out of the room.

Even if she had been in a state where she could talk as she wanted, she didn't have to ask what he was talking about. She knew that Beau would never lay a hand on her ever again.