Reposted due to some errors that were bothering me.

Note: Some of this is based off of season 3, episode 9, but for the most part, it will be very different. The beginning scenes have occurred after Jerry's stabbing, but before his funeral.

As always, thank you to Sairs J for your awesome editing skills.

HUGE thanks to each of you who have reviewed and or followed this story, and for your patience. I will write and update as much as I can, but at the moment, there are a few things that have been heavy on my heart. So, here's the next chapter. I hope the wait was worth it. Let me know what you think, if you have a chance.

Gail Peck's head was pounding. As she lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed hooked up to various machines, she tried, yet failed, to keep her mind from racing. It had only been an hour since she had been saved, pulled out of the trunk by her friends, only to learn that Jerry's life was hanging in the balance because he tried to save her.

She hated the fact that she had been so careless, opening the door without even checking who was on the other side. More than that, it killed her that even as a cop, where it was her job to serve and protect; she couldn't help the other woman that had been in the basement when she had arrived. Unable to see too clearly, as the drugs Perrick forced upon her were still very much in her system, she couldn't quite get much more than the fact that the young woman was blonde, and likely in her mid-twenties. Even if she had been more coherent, it wouldn't have helped much, as the moment she found herself tied up, Perrick had left with the other woman. She could only imagine where she was now. Without a doubt in her mind, Gail knew that her soul was no longer here on Earth. It was Perrick's M.O. to dispose of the older victim before he toyed with another. The fact that she had been abducted at Andy's apartment when he already had another victim was unexpected. The patterns had shown that it was unlikely that he ever had two victims alive together, until now.

Call it her gut, women's intuition, a sixth sense… Whatever it was, she knew this was far bigger than just one sick, twisted, pathetic man. When she had been blindfolded in the basement, she could've sworn there was another man there. With her sense of sight gone after being bound and blindfolded, her other senses had become stronger. Perrick had smelled of cleaning agents and some cheap cologne. At one point, she smelled body odor and cigars, along with the other smells she had come to know was Perrick. There were two people there. Of that she was certain. Who it was, she had no idea, nor had she ever made it known that she had ever been aware of his presence.

Her parents had arrived at the hospital before her. After telling them of her suspicions, they stepped out to make some calls. Although she would have preferred some sort of comfort from them, she knew that, for one, they weren't touchy-feely people, and two, there was still a victim who needed to be found, along with another lowlife, possibly more, who needed to be brought to justice.

Jerry Barber felt like he was run over by a monster truck. Repeatedly. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming in excruciating pain. Everything around him was dark, devoid of anything that could bring him any source of comfort. In the distance, he could almost make out some sounds. Where am I? What happened to me? Why can't I see anything?

As he willed his eyes to open to find out what was going on, a bright light surrounded him, and it became too much to bear. Without warning, all of his senses were on overload. A loud beeping noise beside him had turned into a ringing alarm, screeching obnoxiously. The blindingly bright light that he had just experienced nearly blinded him, as he tried to determine where exactly he was, and what had happened to him. Eventually he noticed the plain white walls around him. The strong smell of blood and disinfectant filled his nose, causing his stomach to violently churn. As he instinctually tried to suppress the bile that threatened to escape, he found himself incapable of swallowing, as he realized for the first time, that a tube was currently positioned down his throat. The urge to pull out the offending foreign object was great, but before he was able, strong arms stilled his movements.

"Mr. Barber, you need to calm down. There is a tube in your throat that is helping you to breathe. I can take it out for you, but first, I need you to relax," a comforting, yet strong voice spoke into his ear.

Unable to speak, Jerry tried to convey his understanding with his eyes. Then the man in the white coat, Doctor Turner, his nametag read, seemed to know what he was trying to say.

"Okay, now I need for you to take a deep breath and cough on the count of three. Ready? One, two, three," Doctor Turner counted aloud, as he pulled out the breathing tube after having deflated the cuff.

He was safe here. He could feel it in his gut. The same gut that he could now feel had been ripped open. Suddenly all of the events over the last twenty-four hours hit him like a ton of bricks.

The sting at The Archer. Peck was abducted. McNally and Sammy went to The Archer, while I went to the Cabbie's. The Cabbie… That bastard stabbed me! It was him. He's the one that took Peck, but there was something else… I was in his house. I saw the books on surgical procedures. There's something I'm missing…

Before he could process his thoughts any further, the doctor got his attention.

"Mr. Barber, I'm glad to see you're awake. I'm sure you have some questions. There's someone here who would like to speak with you," he said as he made his way to exit the room to give them privacy.

Traci, God I missed you!

Jerry focused his eyes on the door as it opened slowly. The person who he saw enter his room was not at all who he expected, nor who he hoped to see.

"Superintendent Peck," he coughed, trying to sit up, wincing when the pain became too great.

"Detective Barber, I know you must be awfully confused and overwhelmed right now, but if it wasn't important, I promise you, things would not have to be this way."

He nodded in response; his throat raw from having been intubated for he could only guess was at least a few hours.

"First, I want to thank you for saving my daughter. Without your sacrifice, she wouldn't be alive right now. What I'm about to tell you will likely come as a shock, but this is what had to be done. When Gail was tied up in that basement, she saw another woman there, and could sense another man's presence. She had been drugged, so she is unable to remember much more than that, but the man who stabbed you, we arrested him as he had been caught trying to escape with Gail. While he was in holding, he died of what appeared to be a heart attack. From the suspicions my daughter had, we have been running all the tests available, and have found that he was drugged. The heart attack was not from natural causes, and we suspect the murderer may have been at his house and fled the scene when you arrived to question Perrick.

After discussing what options we have, we have decided that it is in your best interest and safety, along with the success of catching this person to make it appear that you never made it out of surgery. Only a select few know that you are alive, but to the rest of the world, Jerry Barber is no longer with us."

Ray sat on his old, oversized lounge chair watching the news while sipping a beer, a cigar in his other hand.

"Breaking news. It has just been confirmed that one of Toronto's finest lost his life in the line of duty today. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the friends and family of the late Detective Jerry Barber. The suspect, one Ross Perrick, died in police custody from an apparent heart attack. We will continue to update you as more information becomes available," the Newscaster announced, while a photo of Detective Barber in his dress uniform was displayed onscreen.

It had been a close call. Too close. He had gone to Perrick's house several hours earlier, wanting to hear the truth. Girls began to go missing. Girls that would actually have people who would go looking for them. He had suspected that Perrick was responsible, as there had not been a deal between them for a few weeks. After all, it did take a while to find a female of his client's specifications. It wasn't as if he could just pull any blonde, blue eyed female off the streets, since more often than not, they'd be missed by someone.

Flashback

Sitting at the kitchen table, under the pretense of a new prospect in the works, the man, simply known as Ray, spoke to his client regarding the woman he would be selling to him, negotiating the costs, as they had done many times in the past.

While going over the supposed details, Ray's eyes traveled to the open door of the basement, and he caught a glimpse of a woman bound to the table. Walking toward the door to take a closer inspection, his suspicions were confirmed. Perrick was getting sloppy. He could tell that this wasn't some random junkie he picked up on a fare. This girl had perfect skin, manicured nails, and wore an expensive dress. Someone would definitely be looking for her.

Ray wasn't worried; he was a problem solver. He hadn't gotten this far and made as much money as he had by sheer luck. Taking a small pill from a packet in his jacket pocket, he slipped it into his client's iced tea when he had turned his back.

"I know I haven't found anyone for you in a while, but you have to be more careful. Some of my sources tell me that the police are starting to see a pattern here. It's only a matter of time before they find you if you don't start being more careful."

"You don't have to worry about me. As long as you get me what I'm paying you for, I won't have to make any of these side trips."

As they continued their conversation, Ray had to hide the smirk when his client continued to take long gulps from his tainted drink until the glass was completely empty. His devious thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the front door.

"Hello, Ross Perrick, this is Detective Jerry Barber."

Grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, along with the glass he had been drinking from, Ray made a mad dash to the back door, glad that he told his driver to wait for him down the street. If Ross Perrick knew what was good for him, he'd keep his mouth shut. And if his plan worked the way he hoped, well, he wouldn't be talking for much longer anyway, let alone breathe.

End Flashback

His plan went off without a hitch. Ross Perrick was arrested and later died, and the detective was dead as well. There was no way anything would lead back to him. The blonde that had been bound in the basement was unaware of his presence. Even if she had been alert, he made sure to keep his voice down when conversing with Ross so there was no way his identity would have been revealed. The drugs she was given would probably make her completely forget the past several hours, possibly even the last few days. And, he was assured that the pill he used to kill his client was untraceable, a new cocktail of tasteless, odorless chemicals. He was home free.

Four hours ago…

Jerry shouted while knocking on the suspect's door, "Hello, Ross Perrick, this is Detective Jerry Barber," to which there was not an immediate reply. He looked around, and wondered if anyone was there. The cab he drove was parked in the driveway, and according to his records, there were no other vehicles in his name.

After a reasonable amount of time, he decided to knock again.

"Mr. Perrick, this is Detective Barber. Is anyone home?"

The front door opened, revealing the man he was looking for.

"Sorry, Detective. I was working in the other room and I wasn't sure if I had heard knocking until the second time. How can I help you?"

"I have a few questions about one of your fares last night. Mind if I come in a minute?" Jerry asked, as he stepped through the doorframe after Perrick moved aside, allowing him to enter.

Showing him Peck's academy photo, he noticed the cabbie immediately recognized her. "Do you happen to know about what time you dropped her off? It might help us figure out who else was on the street."

"I'm not sure. Probably around one forty five, two-ish?" he replied, unsure of the exact time.

"Well, your meter would have the exact time, right? Unless you weren't running your meter… I know those things get switched off, by accident, of course."

"No, Detective. I always run my meter. It's the law. I'll just get the log," he started, as he walked off to the other room.

As Jerry took in his surroundings while Perrick was went off to obtain his fare records, he noticed various medical books on his coffee table, and slowly, all the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together. His expression when he recognized Peck wasn't that of surprise that he remembered one of his countless fares, but instead, he had panicked, knowing that he had been caught, and with a cop, nonetheless. The cocktail of drugs found in the victim's body weren't every day street drugs, either. They were the kinds of medications a doctor would have knowledge of and access to. Perrick was not your average cab driver, and he could only hope it wasn't too late to save Peck. Hearing him approach, Jerry slowly reached for his gun. Before he had a moment to react, he felt a blade slice through his flesh.

Spread on the hardwood floor, bleeding out from the huge wound inflicted by the crazed man, Jerry tried hard to keep pressure on the area, knowing that he needed to minimize the bleeding, or he wouldn't make it. He heard movement from the basement, and knew Perrick was leaving with Peck. Thinking quickly, he swallowed the pain enough to stand up, fighting with all he had, and managed to place his phone in the unsuspecting criminal's pocket. With all of his strength long gone, he fell to the floor, the blood now flowing rapidly through his gaping wound. This is it, he thought to himself, as he closed his eyes.