The entire ride they made sure to keep Barba awake. Billy kept the already soaked shirt against the wound. Not that it was doing anything but a bigger mess. Pulling into the driveway of their new location they quickly got moving. Alina carried the frightened child into the house, covered with a blanket so as to make sure he saw nothing. All while Frank dragged Wheatley out of another car, taking him into the barn located a few feet from the house. A handful of men were ordered to guard and watch him.

"Alina!" Billy yelled for his team mate, helping Jeff carry Barba into the house.

Alina yelped at seeing the bloody man. Clearing the couch, she helped lay him down. "What happened?"

"I slipped and fell-"

Billy pinned him with a glare that could rival his own. "If you finish that joke, you will be in even more pain."

Barba scoffed. "Noted."

Removing the bloody shirt, he cringing at the sight. "Can you keep the pressure, while I grab what I need?" Billy handed her his knife. "Cut his undershirt off please."

Carefully lifting the shirt away from his chest, she began cutting it. "Let me know if I hurt you."

Barba chuckled weakly. "Believe me, this is the least of my pains."

A loud gasp had them both jumping. "Rafael!"

"When the hell did you get here?" Barba wasn't to surprised at seeing Carmen there. But last he heard she was dealing with Lewis and Ol- "Olivia?!" He sat up in a spur of the moment, instantly regretting as the pain shot up his side and seemed to punch his heart. "Fuck!"

"Damit Rafael!" Carmen rushed to his side, pushing him back down on the couch. "Can you be any more careless?"

"Stop yelling at me." He stuttered out a groan. "Liv?"

Carmen gave out a frustrating sigh. "She's safe. Lewis is dead." Looking over her shoulder she directed her question to the others in the room. "Now, will someone tell me what happened?"

"He has a knife wound on his side." Billy replied. If he knew Barba as well as he did, the man would reply with another one of his stupid jokes. "It's not too deep, but it still hasn't stopped bleeding."

"He needs a-"

"No." Barba growled. "Billy will take care of it."

"Rafa..." Carmen sighed.

Barba tossed her a glare. "No hospitals. We need to remain under the radar. You know this Carmen. Besides Billy will take care of it. "

Carmen nodded. "Alright. No Hospital."

Billy walked back into the room carrying a tray of equipment. "Alright, Rafy you ready for another one-on-one?"

Barba rolled his eyes. "Last time I was knocked out."

"True, but I don't feel like adding a concussion to the list." Pulling the coffee table closer to him, he sat on the edge. "This is not going to be easy. I need to disinfect and stitch you up. Which means I have-"

"Stop with the step by step." Barba groaned. "Just do it."

Billy glanced at Carmen, gesturing to Barba's hand. Taking his hand in hers, she winced at the tight grip. Removing the shirt off the wound, everyone flinched at the angry coloration. Billy got down to work, cleaning around the wound. Grabbing a gauge, he soaked it with antibiotics and cleaned the inside. Barb clenched his jaw, tossing his head back and giving a muffled growl. His hand gripping tighter at Carmen's smaller one. Billy although kept his features relaxed, was seething on the inside. The only person allowed to be a pain for Rafael was him. Grabbing the needle and thread, he exhaled deeply as he began stitching him up. Pinching the skin together, he pushed the needle through the skin. By the time he finished, Barba had knocked out.

Tossing everything into the trash, he grabbed a glass of scotch and leaned against the wall. His eyes studied the woman currently holding his friends hand. Her shoulders were tensed and her eyes wouldn't waver from Rafael. Glancing around he made sure they were the only ones in the room. "Who's Olivia?"

Carmen sighed for the fifth time that night. "She's Noah's mother." Seeing the surprised look on his face, she chuckled. "Someone finally managed to snatch that heart of his."

"She must be very special if that's the case." Billy took a sip of his drink, bringing a foot up to rest against the wall. "There is more to the story." It wasn't a question.

"He's going to need you there when he reunites with Olivia." Carmen turned back to Barba. "Three years he was taken by Wheatley. Tortured while Benson was on the phone. James gave the order to declare him dead. Give us the freedom to catch everyone involved in this."

"Wheatley. Same bastard we have in the barn?" Billy asked.

"Yes."

With a curl of his lips in a growl, he finished his drink. Placing the glass on the table, he walked past Carmen and out of the house. Ordering his men to stand down he pushed the barn doors open. Wheatley was held up in the air, chained by his wrists. Billy paced in front of him, running a hand down his close-cut beard. "You..." He laughed. "You pick the wrong man to fuck with."

"I did nothing." Wheatley breathed out.

Stalking up to him, he grabbed the man's jaw in a forceful grip. "I usually don't get involved in domestic issues per say. My contracts are more international. And I had no plans in doing anything to you. That's Rafael's call." Dropping his face harshly, he stepped back shredding his dress shirt. The knife attached to his wrist visible.

Wheatley glanced around, watching as the guards in the barn turned their back to them. "I have done nothing to you."

"You went after my brother!" Bully shouted out. "I can't just let that go."

House

Barba woke with a slight startle. Looking around he found Carmen at his side. "It's creepy when you watch me sleep."

"Asshole." Carmen rolled her eyes, helping him sit up. "I was making sure your heart didn't stop."

"Doesn't stop is from being creepy." Barba dropped his head back on the pillow, turning to face her with a lazy gaze. "Where's Billy?"

"I may have screwed up." She winced at his eyes turning that dangerous shade of green. "He knows what Wheatley did to you."

"Shit." Pushing himself off the couch, Rafael ignored the pain pulsing on his side. He didn't care much about what happened to Wheatley. It was Billy he was worried about. Unlike himself, Billy didn't come back from it as quick. Rushing out of the house and towards the barn, he was stopped by two armed men. "Move."

"Sorry Rafael, but Billy's orders." The tallest said.

"I need to get in there." Barba retorted.

The shortest of the two placed a hand on his partners shoulder. Gesturing to his ear mic. After a few seconds they stepped back giving Barba access to the door.

Walking in he found Wheatley still chained up. His once baby blue shirt was now a dark crimson colored. His face was bruised, with a cut lip, brow and a broken nose. Scanning around the barn he found Billy on the side talking to a group of his men. Getting closer to Wheatley he checked his wounds exhaling at not finding anything life threatening.

"I wasn't going to kill him." Billy watched him inspect the man. "Just a taste of his own medicine."

Beckoning him closer, he grabbed his by the neck. Pulling him in Barba searched his eyes. Looking for any sign. Any trace of his brother gone. His face had blood speckled on him and his hands looked as if he dipped them into red paint. But his eyes were the same dark ones. "You're good?"

Billy jerked his head in the slightest of gestures, when realization came to him. "I'm good."

Barba sighed with relief. "Carmen told you I see."

"She did." He stood his full height, sparing Wheatley no glance. "Why the hell didn't you call me? It would have been much easier than faking your death." Grabbing Rafael's arm, he helped him out of the barn. Letting him go he walked closely incase he needed help, but otherwise allowed him to walk on his own. "I was also told about Olivia Benson."

"And?"

Billy shrugged. "Nothing, it's great. I'd love to meet her someday."

"I've lied to her for three years, Billy." Barba muttered. "To her and my kids."

"Kids? Jesus Rafy how many do you have?"

"Noah and Anai." A smile graced his lips at speaking their names. "How can I just appear before her like nothings happen? Like I didn't just make her suffer for nothing."

Billy reached out placing a hand on the side of his neck just like he had done earlier. "That's the trick Rafy. You don't appear to her like nothings happen. When you see her, she will be shocked, happy but most of all she will be angry. You do nothing. You say nothing. Let her take out that anger on you. She will hit you, yell at you, insult you. But In the end all that she will care about is that you're alive."