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Barba's POV

I stopped by the apartment to see Liv—talk to Liv. I might have found something that we might be able to retry the case. I knocked on her apartment door.

No answer.

I knocked again.

"Liv? Are you in there?" I said through the door before knocking again. I then looked to the floor and saw a pile of mail.

Something seems wrong.

I picked up the floor mat and found a spare key. I chuckled to myself as I shook my head. All the same. I unlocked the door and went inside. My scanned the room. Her apartment was torn to shreds. It was a mess. The place reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

I guess I know where Lewis went after his bail was posted.

I looked up at hearing noise. It was coming from Noah's bedroom. I opened the door and found Noah on the bed next to Liv's sitter, Lucy, whom was handcuffed to the bed with her mouth duct taped shut. I carefully took the duct tape off.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"This man—h-he broke in and held a gun to us." Lucy stammered.

"Did he hurt you?" I ask and Lucy shakes her head.

"No, Olivia convinced him to tie me up in here so I could take care of Noah." Lucy explains. "I heard her screaming for hours and I could smell him smoking. It was horrible."

"We're going to get you out of here." I tell her as I took out phone.

"Barba." I turn to Noah. "Where's mommy?"

"We're going to find her."

I then reached into my pocket and took out my phone. We needed to get Cragen and the detectives down here.

Olivia's POV's

I woke up at the slam of the car door. My legs were tied with duct tape and my hands were hand cuffed behind my bag. Before I could even manage to sit up, Lewis came back and dragged me into this beach house. I look and see this woman hanging inside the closet. Her clothes were off. I looked away as he started to burn her with cigarettes. He then felt his fingers under my chin and he forced me to look back at him. "No. You don't get to that. You'll miss the show. Now you better keep your eyes open or she will die." Lewis says and then proceeds to rape her.

I wanted to shut my eyes. I wanted to look away. But I knew if I did, he would kill her. I knew Lewis meant it.

There was nothing I could do.

I had to watch, helplessly, as Lewis raped this woman. Tears ran down my face but I didn't make a sound. The woman looked at me helplessly terrified while she screamed.

I hated that I couldn't stop this.

Shortly after that he knocked me out. When I woke up, it was dark again. Lewis put a paper bag on the floor of the car as he helped me sit up. He then showed me the rope and duct tape he had bought. He said there were surprises in there for later.

I didn't even know what they could be. I don't want to know.

"I got some drinks."

I looked at him. I was so thirsty. My mouth felt so dry. I can't even remember the last time I had a sip of water. I think it was before he held the gun to my head. Damn it, I should have taken more than a sip.

"If take the tape off will you be a good girl?" Lewis says and I nodded.

He slowly took it off. I then took a few slow breaths. It was easier to breathe.

"You thirsty sweetheart?" He asks and I nodded. Lewis takes a new bottle of vodka out of the brown paper bag. I shake my head and turn my head away. I don't know why I thought any different. I knew Lewis' MO. This is what he does.

"Hey, hey" he pulls my head back towards him but I clenched my mouth shut. "You don't get to say 'no' anymore." He adds as he then pulls out a small bottle of water. My eyes lit up. I'd do anything just for a sip.

"Tell you what. You have some vodka and I'll give you some water."

He push his fingers against my cheeks as he held the bottle to my lips. I tried to swallow, but it burned and I couldn't keep it all down.

"Suck it down. Suck it down." Lewis says, but I probably didn't swallow any more than half of what he gave me. He then gave me a small sip of water before pouring the rest of it out the window and throwing the empty bottle at my head. He put some more duct tape on my lips, kissing me onto of it. I groaned as he did so.

Now I was on the floor of the car as he drove. The radio volume was up to the max and I could hear Lewis singing. I felt like I might go insane by just hearing that. Then I heard the sound of sirens and I had this small ounce of hope. But then I heard the cock of a gun.

"He's young." Lewis says as he pulls the tarp over me. "One move and he's dead."

I stay as still as I can, but the cop isn't stupid. He can tell something was off with Lewis and then he asks what was in the back seat. Then quickly after that I hear a gunshot.

I shut my eyes and let a tear run down my face.

I'm starting to lose any hope that I'm getting out of this alive.

I lost consciousness after Lewis had switched into another car. I woke up when we got to a beach house. He dragged me inside and threw me onto a bed. He handcuffed me to the bed. Then he left for a moment as I tried to break free. But he got back too soon. He moved the bed back into place from where I managed to get it to move. He then slapped me across the face after removing the duct tape.

"Oh man, a real old-fashioned iron framed bed. I knew this place would be perfect." Lewis says with a chuckle. "Now do you want me to burn your clothes off or cut 'em off?"

I glanced at him.

"Cut them off. I need to find some scissors." Lewis leaves and I think about trying to escape again. Maybe if I could manage to break a piece off? If I did that maybe I could get his gun. Maybe I could get out of here. I don't try. He'll be back in seconds.

I don't have the chance.

He comes back and smirks at me as he cuts through the duct tape on my legs. I guess he will need me to spread my legs later when he is finishing up with me.

"What's that look for?" He asks as I started to stare off into space. It didn't matter anymore. He was going to take his time. Torture and eventually rape me. Then he would kill me. I was never going to get out of here and see any of the people I care about again.

"What? Thinking about someone you are never going to see again?" He asks and I don't respond.

"Boyfriend?" He asks. I don't have one.

"What about that D.A.? You're probably screwing him." Lewis asks. He was talking about Barba. I almost wanted to laugh as I knew Barba would never be interested in me. I don't think he is even interested in the idea of dating.

"Your son?" He questions. I felt like I wanted to die at the thought of Noah. Lewis was going to kill me. I was never going to see him again. When Lewis let me have those couple of seconds with Noah—it seems that was the last time I was ever going to be able to see him. That was last time I got tell him I love him. Noah was still a baby, when he's older—he probably won't remember me.

I shut my eyes. I wanted to cry. I didn't care about whatever satisfaction it gave Lewis. I knew sooner or later, I was going to be dead.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Barba's POV

I was driving home.

There was still no progress. Apparently his attorney is dead. He raped her before killing her and her father. Then apparently Liv had to watch as her mother was raped. There was nothing I could do. I wasn't a detective.

I wanted to go find Liv, but I had no idea where to look.

I wish they would just find her. If we're too late—her son will go back into foster care and Lewis will probably disappear again.

I pulled over to take a breath and then my cell phone started to ring. I thought it was hopefully Cragen or Amaro with news, but it was my cousin Viva. As soon as I answered the phone she started talking about how there's some man in one of the homes she cleans with a woman. She saw through a back window.

I drove there.

She showed me the house and I told her to take Luisa away from here. I then called the police. I glanced through the window and saw Lewis on top of her. I couldn't just stand here and wait for them to get here. What if he heard the sirens and killed her?

I had to do something.

I had a gun in my car.

As quietly as I could I went in and I could hear Liv, crying out. I walked into the room. Liv was faced down onto the bed. She was handcuffed. Lewis was faced the other way, on top of her, so he didn't see me coming.

"Just think. This is the last thing you'll remember before you die." Lewis says and then I hit him in the back of the head with my gun. He falls to the floor. I kick him in the head just to make sure he was unconscious.

"Liv?" I turn her over and cover her with a blanket.

"Barba." She whispers before falling unconscious. I check her pulse; it was there, but weak. I could see the cigarette burns on her arms and I knew that he had been giving her nothing but alcohol and drugs throughout the last few days. That's what he did to his victims.

There was blood on the bed. I could see a hanger on the floor.

"It's going to be okay Liv." I say. I get the key to handcuffs out of Lewis' pocket. I take them off her but put them on him. I then wrap the blanket around her and carry her outside in my arms as the police and ambulance arrive.

Amaro pulls me aside as she is taken onto an ambulance.

"What are you doing here?"

"My cousin cleans this house. She saw him and called me. I called—but I wasn't going to just sit here and wait." I tell him. "Don't worry you'll get my statement. But why don't you lock up that bastard first?" I say before getting in my car and driving to the hospital.

I had to be there. I had to make sure Liv was okay.

A/N: I know this took forever, but I couldn't exactly figure out how to write Barba. I feel like he might be OOC. I hope it was okay. Anyways, Barba got Liv out of there. Now since he will have to testify in Lewis' trial, I'll either have to bring in either Alex or Casey as the ADA. Which should it be? Let me know whom you want and what you thought of the chapter. Please don't forget to review.