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"Please don't cry Bailey," I whispered into her ear, "It'll be okay. It'll be okay." I kept repeating this over and over out loud because even if I didn't believe it, Bailey had no reason not to.

I ran to the apartment building that was next to ours and walked inside, not stopping to turn around and see if anyone had followed me. I knew that Mrs. Watson and her husband would still be awake and I hoped they would let me in.

"Olivia? What's wrong?"

I too a big breath and let the air fill my lungs before answering, "Someone broke into our house," I said still trying to catch my breath. It wasn't because I was out of shape, it was because I was scared. "Elliot's been shot and the person is still there so I need to wait here until the cops get there. If you don't mind."

"Oh you poor thing!" Mrs. Watson cried, "Come in, come in." I followed Mrs. Watson into the living room where she ushered me to sits down on the couch where she slipped a blanket over top of me.

Bailey was crying full force now. She was probably scared too. I rocked in my arms giving her sweet hush noises and rubbing her back so she would hopefully fall back asleep. "That's it Bailey Bee, hush now." I watched as Bailey closed her eyes and drifted back off into a glorified sleep.

Mrs. Watson sat down on the couch next to me and placed her hand on my back, "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

I looked up at her with my tear filled eyes. The knot in my stomach was twisting into a tangled ball and I couldn't make it go away. "This isn't your fault."

"Doesn't matter," she said politely, "I'm still sorry."

There was a knock on the door and the knot in my stomach just tightened again. Mrs. Watson stood up to answer it but something was telling me she should leave it be.

"Wait," I said to her quietly, "Let me?" Mrs. Watson knew that Elliot and I were cops so I hoped she trusted me on this one. She nodded and took Bailey from my arms so I could walk over by the door. I looked through the peep hole and that's when I felt the bile rise in my throat. This was the same person that was in my apartment. The same person that shot Elliot. The same person who was after my child. The same person who was still left unknown. I stepped back and shook my head warningly toward Mrs. Watson.

"Go lay in the bathtub," I whispered to her, "Don't come out until I say it's clear okay?"
I could see the fear in Mary Watson's eyes. They grew big and I knew she was afraid. I had seen it in many people before. Mary took Bailey with her and went to lay down in the bathtub. She drew the curtains closed and hopefully whoever this was wouldn't look there. I could hear the sirens nearing in the distance and that's when I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket. I walked toward the back of the apartment so I wasn't hearing distance within the door, "Hello?"

"We are at the apartment. Elliot has been loaded into the ambulance and they are taking him to Belleview right now. Where are you at?"
I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment. Maybe a little bit of everything. "I'm in the next building over. Apartment C but, the woman is standing outside the door. She knocked but we haven't answered and there's other people here."

"We are on it," Cragen said, "Don't worry." I hung up the phone and put it back into my pocket.

I closed my eyes, just for a second, and took a deep breath. Why was I so scared? My whole life's work has involved fighting off the bad guys, why was this time any different? Maybe it was because the two loves of my life were in danger. Elliot was being rushed to the ER and Bailey was hiding with a neighbor in the tub. Why wasn't I mad enough that I could just go out there and fight her?

"You want to do this?" I asked walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind me. "Then let's do it. What is it you want from me?"
I saw the movement under the mask where the person was smiling. An evil smile and that's when I knew where I had seen that smile before.

"I can't believe you would actually do this, Mom."

She ripped the mask off over her head, "I had no other choice! You see, you left. You left with that man and-"

"That man's name is Elliot and he just so happens to be the love of my life!"

Serena laughed, "Don't you see what he's done? He's brainwashed you. Love isn't real."

I bit my tongue and shook my head, "I loved you," I said quietly, "Like a daughter should love her mother. I loved you even though you didn't love me sometimes. I loved you even after you smacked me across the face."

The SWAT team was sneaking up behind her and that's when I figured it out. I finally put the pieces together.

"You didn't do this on your own," I stated, "Who told you to do this? Who told you that I didn't love you?"

I could see that she was thinking about it. The gun was still lowered by her side and she was shaking.

"Who told you to do this?"

"It was my psychiatrist!"

"Who?" I forced, "What's her name?"

"Rebecca Hendrix," she said quietly, "She told me. I'm sorry."

I didn't even see it coming. It's like everything that I had ever done in my line of work was just thrown out of the window. Every victim I had seen just floated out of my mind. Everything I ever thought I was in control of was ripped out from underneath me.

"Liv! Are you okay?" It was Cragen.

I gasped for air and I was breathing heavily and uneven. I could feel the searing pain jolt through my shoulder. I was on the ground and I could see Cragen standing over me.

"B-bathtub," I mumbled, "Look...bathtub."

"Okay," Cragen said motioning for the team to check the bathtub. Cragen leaned down next to me and pressed his hands against the pouring blood. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. "You're fine," he said, "You'll be fine. It's over. It's all over. Bailey is safe."

Bailey. Sweet little Bailey. She was so young and yet she had more drama in her life than she could even understand. She was just a small child who liked to laugh and smile. Just a normal baby who ate and slept all day. She was still so young and so innocent. Elliot would probably be in surgery right now and here I was lying on the ground.

"C-can't l-leav-ve Bailey..." my sentence trailed off as I lost the battle to keep my eyes open. This couldn't happen! Bailey needed me! She couldn't lose me! What had happened? Why didn't I see her raise that gun? Why couldn't I see that she was in no condition to just walk away. That's when I heard it. Another fire. Oh no, not another person that has been shot because of me. The I heard Bailey crying and I knew she was near by. I tried to force my eyes open to see her but, they wouldn't open! Damn it! Her screams made me want to just hold her in my arms and never let go. She didn't need to see me like this. This would scar her for the rest of her life. Especially if me nor Elliot made it.