Officer Barley revved his car, the lights on top and his siren blaring, there were two other cop cars behind him, traffic parted for the cars as they sped along the street. He knew what car he was looking for, he knew the license plate, and he knew where he was going. He just hoped it wasn't too late. His partner, Officer Dison, looked at him.

Officer Dison was a pretty average man, clean shaven, black hair slicked back, average height and weight.

"Barely, you are aware that there might be a gun fight between us and them, right?" Dison said as he took out his pistol and checked the ammo.

"I am very aware of that." Barley said, monotone, he kept his eyes on the road as he sped along the road.

"I heard the sister is off her rocker."

"She is, she was institutionalized for three years. According her therapist she is incredibly dangerous."

"..Hm.." Was all Dison could say. Just then, their radio came to life.

(A/N Ok, I am not a cop, I do not plan on being a cop, but, I am going to try my best with the cop talk here)

"10-8 do you copy?" The female voice spoke, before Barely could grab the microphone, Dison.

"10-8 do copy." Dison said

"We have found and are following 11-54 towards Jefferson street, we believe that the children are inside. Do copy?"

"Copy." Dison said and hung up, Barely grunted and turned the car, the wheels screeching in protest of the sharp turn.

"What are you doing?! Jefferson street is the other way!" Dison said and Barely smiled at his partner.

"I'm taking the back way, good chance of cutting them off." Barley said, speeding the car up. Barely then grabbed the mic from Dison and spoke in it.

"Any and all officers, we have a 5150 on our hands on Jefferson street, she has kidnapped two children and is considered extremely dangerous. She may or may not have escaped prisoner James Walters with her, She has been known to kill, approach with caution." He said and then hung the mic up, pressing down on gas pedal, Barely pushed his car way over the speed limit. Barely clutched the steering wheel tightly.

He could hardly hear anything over the revving engine. Barley turned again, without slowing down, it caused the wheels screech loudly in protest. He could see Jefferson street, he could see lights of other police cars, he put the gas petal all the way down, speeding up, he might just make it.

"Barley..." Dison said as he looked back and forth between the speeding officer and the intersection that was coming up. The lights from the cop cars chasing the suspects car were getting real close to the other side of the intersection as well. Barley didn't answer, he just kept his eyes on the road, the speedometer needle was all the way to the end, well over a hundred miles per-hour.

"Barley." Dison said again, grabbing the handle above his door, Dison felt his heart speed up to match the speed they were going. Barley was going to kill them...

The they were almost to the intersection, Dison could see headlights beaming as another car started to come from the opposite direction.

"BARLEY!" Dison screamed just as they made it to the intersection, the car coming hit them dead on, caused the cop car to spin out of control. Dison felt his head hit the dashboard, the tires of the car screeched loudly once again, but this was because Barley had slammed on the breaks to stop the car. Dison groaned and rubbed his, now, sore head. Barley already had his gun drawn and pointed at the driver in the car.

"Get outta the car!" Barley screamed loudly to the driver as he opened his car door to get out, grabbing his own gun, Dison got out of the car and pointed it as the driver as well, the other officers had already stopped and where cautiously approaching the car, their guns out as well. Barley was the first officer to the man's door.

Dison grimaced a little when he saw the front of the car, the headlights were crushed and broken, glass all over the street, the fender was hanging off of the car and the hood was bent upwards.

"Hands behind your head!" Officer Barley growled as he jerked James Walters out of the car, another officer opened the passenger side door and jerked a young woman out, Dison had to guess that was Trisha.

She was a young looking woman, hair up in a messy ponytail, it was wavy by the looks of it, she was average height for a woman of her age. Dison noticed how frazzled she looked.

Dison ran up to help Barley, James was putting up quiet the struggle. The two of them managed to get James down on his stomach, Dison had his knee on Walters's shoulder as Barley started to handcuff him.

"I hope you liked your short-lived freedom, Scumbag." Barley spat as he pulled James up to his feet.

"Bite me, Pig."

They lead James to a cop car that wasn't damaged from the side, once he was inside the car and not able to get out, they ran back towards the car. Trisha was already but away inside another car.

"No sign of any kids." Another officer told them once they made it to the car.

"Didja check the trunk?" Barley asked as he leaned down into the driver side door. He pulled on a level below the driver's seat and the trunk popped open. They ran up and opened it. Empty. Barley stiffened, where the hell were the kids?! He turned and stormed towards were James. Dison followed only to be stopped by the other officer.

"Let him do this." The other officer said and Dison sighed.

Barely practically ripped James's door open and yanked the man out of his seat.

"Alright, I'm done with this, where are the kids?!"

James just shook his head and smirked.

"What's in it for me?" James asked, he smiled, missing his front teeth, he gave Barley a very ugly smile.

"You don't get shot in the kneecap, that's what."

"You can't do that."

Barley took out his gun, pointed it at James's knee and looked at the man.

"You wanna bet on that?" Barley asked James, narrowing his eyes at the younger man, he was not messing around, not when there are two little kids missing and their lives were on the line. James growled at this and shifted a bit. Probably not wanting anymore injuries, he spoke up.

"Trisha got rid of them-"

"Where?!"

"...The woods...She knows people..."

"Are these people dangerous!? Will they harm children?!" Barley asked, slamming James's back against the cop car.

"I don't know..Talk to Trish, she knows them...I don't. But, she won't give you an answer, she doesn't like bacon."

"I'll get her to, just you watch and see."

So...I found out I've been misspelling Barley's name from Barley to Barely... Sorry about that.