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"So," Rollins walked through Barba's living room, "how was your day, Counselor?" There was a lilt to her voice and a slight smirk on her face. They had arrived from the squadroom just minutes ago and Barba had already made himself comfortable in his armchair with a cup of strong coffee.

Barba eyed her carefully from his seat, tracking her movement, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just bein' friendly."

"I doubt that," he took a sip from his coffee, looking at Amanda over the mug.

Rollins walked over to Barba's bookshelf and looked through it. She pulled one out and read the back, returning it to its place when she saw it was about law. She took out another book, flipping through the pages.

"Don't you have something better to do than go through my things?" Barba looked up in exasperation.

"Just trying to pass the time," Rollins pulled out another book, "we could talk instead."

"What're you dancing around, Detective?"

"You and Sonny seem to be getting on better today," she walked away from the bookshelf, her back to Barba, hiding the smile on her face.

Barba paused with his mug in hand. He contemplated what to say, however he was fairly sure Rollins already knew about him and Sonny. She was fishing though, trying to get him to say it himself.

It wasn't that he didn't want the squad to know, but they had to go about this the right way. They would need to disclose to Liv and the DA. From there they'd have to figure things out, they could do it, but now wasn't the time, not when he had a target on his back.

Amanda's phone rang and Barba didn't think much of it until he heard Amanda speak.

"Carisi?" Her voice was sharp, "what happened, where are you?"

Barba's head shot up, every muscle stiffened in his body. He stood quickly and hurried over to her.

"Carisi? Carisi?" Amanda was nearly shouting into the phone, "talk to me!"

"What's going on?" Barba asked, urgent. His heart pounded and his head spun as he tried to focus on Amanda's words, tried to understand what was happening.

Amanda ended the call after repeating Carisi's name to no avail. She dialed and held the phone to her ear, ignoring Barba's increasingly frantic questions.

"Liv, Carisi's hurt," Amanda said into the phone.

Barba's thoughts began to spiral.

"Barba. Counselor," Rollins put a hand on Barba's shoulder to pull him out of his daze, "did Carisi mention where he was picking up food tonight?"

"Uh," Barba thought, he tried to control his thoughts, tried to remember what Sonny had said to him earlier, tried to remember, tried to remember, anything important, where was he.

"Barba!"

Rafael shook his head quickly, "there was a, a Greek restaurant he talked about. Down the road, near, uh, the convenience store on the corner of 5th."

Rollins grabbed her bag as she relayed the information to Benson. She hung up and stuffed her phone in her back pocket. "Come on,"

Barba tried to protest, tried to figure out what was happening.

"Go," Amanda said, ignoring him again.

Barba faltered back and grabbed his briefcase that was rested on the chair beside him, slipping his phone in his pocket. He was back at Rollins' side in a moment.

"Let's go," she said, placing her left hand on Barba's back and her right positioned over her gun. She pushed him out the door after checking the hall and led him to the stairwell. "Come on," Amanda gestured forward, and Barba kept pace a step behind her.

When they arrived in the garage, Barba's head was still spinning, and he allowed himself to be pushed into an SUV.

Rollins started the car and peeled out of the parking garage, she took a sharp left and checked her rearview mirror as she switched lanes.

"Rollins, I swear to God, if you don't talk to me–"

Amanda took a sharp right, "I've gotta get you somewhere safe," she said.

"What happened to Sonny?"

She said nothing and glanced at the mirrors again. She turned off the Manhattan streets and into a neighborhood. They drove through the curving roads until finally pulling into a long driveway.

"Out," she ordered, she turned off the car and jumped out. She met Barba in front of the car, again pushing him forward with a hand on his shoulder. Amanda pounded on the door, "It's Rollins," she shouted.

A light flickered on inside the house and the door opened. Rollins nearly shoved Barba forward and followed close behind him. She closed the door and locked it, "grab your gun."

A few moments later, Munch returned, gun in hand, "wanna tell me what this is about?" He asked, facing Rollins and Barba.

"Figured you'd have the best safehouse in town."

XXX

Benson was left standing bloody in the ER as Sonny was wheeled away for surgery. Everyone seemed to rush around her as she stared down at her hands. Her detective had been shot on her watch, and it had been bad. Two gunshot wounds to the chest. She couldn't stop thinking about how much blood there had been, how Carisi had struggled for words. She thought of what he kept repeating: "they know".

But what did they know? Where Barba was? That Francis was involved? There were too many possibilities and now Carisi was in surgery and Olivia didn't know. Because it had looked so bad, and the thought of losing another detective seemed to crush her.

"Liv."

There was a hand on her shoulder and Benson spun around. She saw Fin, slightly out of breath, like he had just run through the hospital.

"How's Carisi?" He asked.

Olivia shook her head, "I don't know," she said, "they just brought him into surgery." She looked down at her stained hands.

"How're you holding up?"

Benson took a breath and shook her head briefly, "I'm fine," she said. And then she began to think and process everything that had happened in the past twenty minutes. Because it was her job to decide their next step, she had to figure out what to do.

"Okay," she took a breath, "I need to find Rollins and Barba, you stay here. I want you by Carisi's side the second he's out of surgery."

"I got it covered, Liv."

She nodded, still running the facts through her head.

"Don't worry about me," Fin said, "you go take care of Barba."

"Keep your gun and phone on you," Benson ordered, "and keep me updated on his condition."

After Fin assured her a second time that he could handle himself, he gave Liv the keys to the SVU he had driven, and she left the hospital. Once she was in the car she called Rollins.