A/N: I'm kind of shocked you all don't hate me yet with all of the crap I put Barba through. Except you might hate me now...maybe. Anyway, here is the second installment. Enjoy!


"Who was it?"

Carisi jogged up to her as she exited the interview, taking swift strides towards Fin, who was jotting something down on a notepad as Amanda spoke on the phone, relaying information to him. They stood near the black SUV they'd been using to move from crime scene to crime scene. This fucker was starting to piss her off.

"Trevor's ex-wife. The one who turned him in to begin with. Same M.O."

Liv shook her head, feeling the weight of yet another fallen victim. That would make it the fourth person this night to be murdered in cold blood. It would also be the fourth person to have had contact with Trevor before he made bail. She didn't need to go into the house they stood out in front of to see for herself. He'd been doing this all night to them.

"So that makes his ex-wife, his former parole officer, the arresting officer when he was first brought in and his neighbor who called 911 that night. He's killing everyone who's tried to bring him down."

"Wouldn't that include us?"

Liv didn't answer and just continued walking, the thought entering her mind no matter how bad she tried to squash it. There was an undeniable pattern rapidly unfolding in front of them that couldn't be ignored, but the thought that Trevor would try anything on them while they were chasing after them was dumb. Unless he was suicidal, in which case it was a possibility.

Carisi didn't repeat himself or seek an answer, probably realizing she was in no mood to stop and talk about anything other than catching this guy. He'd killed innocent people, including brother officers and that was enough for her to unleash all her pent-up aggression on. She honestly prayed she wasn't the one to take him down.

"Please tell me that phone call was good news."

Amanda shook her head, sliding her phone back into her jacket pocket and pushed her bangs back behind her ears. Fin rubbed at his eyes, feeling tired just like they all did. They'd been going for almost four hours and that look he was giving her didn't allude to stopping anytime soon.

"Got another victim…," he trailed, sharing a glance with Amanda. Liv demanded the name, moving past them and already opening the back-passenger door. She couldn't keep that she was practically seething hidden as she all but glared at her officers.

"Victoria Maddox," he rattled out, double checking his notes. Liv rounded, surprised at the name that fell from her Sergeant's mouth. She locked eyes with him on the darkened residential street where they stood, asking him to repeat what he just said.

"Maddox is his defense attorney," she reminded and Amanda nodded, arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, and we have one of her neighbors who saw him and his accomplices flee out of the back door and into the trees behind her home."

Liv waved them all into the SUV, Carisi sliding into the driver's seat as Amanda quickly input the address into the GPS. When the electronic voice chimed, reciting the address back to them, Liv's breath caught in her throat, drawing everyone's attention.

There was a sudden panic that feel over her body, her heart almost seizing in her chest as she reached for her phone that had been turned off the entire night.

"You ok?"

She looked over at Fin, seeing him looking at her with a concern she normally didn't see from him. Carisi had already started driving, but half of his attention was focused on her and the strangled noise that escaped from her.

"That's two blocks from my home," she finally said after a moment, watching as her phone turned on and took her to the lock screen featuring her smiling husband and son. Liv sat paralyzed, fingers hovering over the keypad as she stared at their faces, feeling a distant ache in her heart that she'd certainly felt before, but never towards them.

Too many times had she experienced that sinking feeling in her stomach, like she knew something terrible had happened. She felt it many times throughout her career, especially with Mike's death which was a few years old but still fresh in hers and everyone's minds. It was something she attributed to the years of field work she had under her belt. It was like a sixth sense developed from experience alone.

She felt it earlier that evening before they left the precinct.

However, she hadn't ever feel it towards the two loves of her life staring back at her on her phone screen, except for the short-lived death threats her husband had experienced back when their relationship was still mending itself after the Tucker debacle, before they were ever together.

"Are you sure?"

The question tore her eyes away from her phone screen, which had gone black again, and she took in the questioning glance from Amanda, who was turned around the best she could in the passenger seat. Liv could just barely hear her over the sirens blaring across the dash board as Carisi sped down the residential streets, headed towards the more populated parts of the city.

"Yeah. Yeah, we've seen her in the mornings walking her dog. She lives just two blocks away from my house…"

Liv hit the home screen and typed in her passcode quickly, hands starting shake a bit as she hit the speed dial. It rang a few times, anxiety seeping into her bones as it went to an automated voice mail system. She cursed and hit the end button calling him back a few more times before she gave up and typed out a text, fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Could he be asleep?"

Liv shook her head, "No. He usually doesn't until I call him or get home."

"Maybe he's working," Carisi supplied, swerving in and out of the traffic plaguing the streets. The closer they got to the busy city, the thicker the traffic was getting. The anxiety was only going to get worse the slower the car went.

"He's not working. There's no reason he wouldn't answer his phone. He ALWAYS answers when I call."

Liv dialed him again, ready to cry when it went straight to voice mail again. Fin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "How about we call dispatch, get a unit out there to check on him. I'm sure everything's fine, Liv."

She nodded, bowing her head and discreetly wiping away a stray tear that fell down her cheek. She was right about him always picking up when she called, even if they didn't think she was being truthful. She never had trouble contacting him. Never.

She listened as Fin did it for her, reciting her address into his own phone. Liv bit her lip, clutching her phone and praying that it would start to ring at any moment. All she wanted in that moment was to see his contact picture and his name vibrating away on her phone.

"They're on their way."

"Ok."

Wouldn't that include us?

Carisi's ignored statement from earlier echoed in her head and the terrifying truth she didn't want to admit. What were the chances of Trevor and these other men running with him knew where she lived? Anxiety expanded in her chest at the thought of her husband and son being in harm's way

The car came to a complete stop at a busy intersection, Carisi unable to slide his way out of the traffic jam they found themselves stuck in. Liv sighed and leaned her forehead into her palm, closing her eyes and waiting to feel the vibrating of her phone in her hand.


Rafael's body was tense as he sat on the couch, hands balled into fists and staring at his phone lighting up with his wife's smiling face on the coffee table. He was desperate to reach out an answer it, because this was the fifth time she'd called and he knew she was worrying. She had to be.

"Calling again?"

Trevor, the man he was able to throw in jail to be detained (and who made bail the same fucking day) a little less than 48 hours ago, continued to dry his hair off with a towel taken from the downstairs bathroom while the two other men who were with him did the same. The gun that had been pointing at his neck just ten minutes before sat next to his phone as it finally faded to black, the light flashing to indicate a missed call.

"She always blow up your phone like that?"

He didn't answer. He didn't even look at the man for fear of saying something stupid that would get him into trouble. The only thing he could focus on was the fact that his little boy was just a staircase away from very dangerous people. Rafael silently willed him to stay asleep, hoping Trevor or these other two men wouldn't do anything to wake him up.

"C'mon, you wouldn't shut up at my arraignment and now you have nothing to say?"

He could hear a snicker from behind him before Trevor threw the towel on the ground with a wet thump. The others piled their towels on top of his own, talking amongst themselves as the news report continued to play on the television. They were live again, giving different facts about a new murder that had just come in over the radio while replaying the warning at the bottom of the screen.

"We're famous," a deep voice from behind him sent a chill down his spine. He did his best to keep his body from shaking, not wanting to allude that he was extremely terrified at that moment.

"Yeah, and we need to kill this fucker and get the hell out of here," another higher-pitched voice said the words casually and Rafael wanted to turn so he could see their faces.

"Don't tell me what to do," Trevor growled in warning as he maneuvered past Rafael and sat heavily down beside him. He sighed as his eyes fell on the news report, still going live as the reporter was speaking directly to the camera. Rafael kept his eyes trained on the black phone screen, willing it to ring again.

"Man, I still got pond water in my ear," one of the men rounded the couch and Rafael looked up, noticing almost immediately from the arraignment hearing. Mark, or something like that. He was the guy that was hurling nasty insults at the judge and had been thrown out almost immediately after they began. Rafael remembered him causing a ruckus out on the courthouse steps, but the police shoved him off and sent him on his way.

"You're the genius who suggested it so shut the fuck up complaining about it."

The faceless voice assaulted his ears and Rafael flinched, not realizing the third invader had been standing so damn close to him. His already tense body tensed even further as he could feel water flicking and hitting the back of his head, accompanying the rustle of fabric.

"Hear the sirens?"

"Yeah, they're headed this way," Mark stalked to the door and looked through the small window for a few seconds. He stood on his tip-toes, one hand poised on the large hunting knife strapped to his waist as his head turned back and forth.

"Ya know, I gotta give props to your wife, pal," Trevor bumped Rafael with his shoulder and Rafael glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before he went back to staring at the black phone screen in front of him, "She's a tough bitch."

He felt a small swell of pride at the exasperated expression on Trevor's face as well as the verbal agreements coming from his two friends. His wife was tough and he was glad they fucking knew it. When she found out (through some divine intervention he hoped) that they were in her home, putting her son in danger…it was going to take every officer in the city to keep her from killing them.

The man behind him leaned over his shoulder, shoving his face in the place that separated him and Trevor and Rafael reeled back, not readily recognizing his face. He smiled with dirty teeth, his goatee dripping water onto the leather couch they sat on.

"She like that in bed?"

Trevor hissed and pushed the man away, making eye contact with Rafael once more and this time maintaining it through an unusually long silence. The only sounds in the apartment came from the television still detailing the events of the crime spree. His blood was boiling under his skin, his fear quickly turning to anger at the entire situation.

Anger at them. Anger, mostly at himself.

He hadn't locked the front door earlier. He stepped out to check their mailbox after Liv sent him a text earlier asking him to and he didn't lock it when he went back inside. The one time he forgets and something like this happens. He may have just killed himself and…

God, he hoped Noah remained asleep. It seemed like the five-year-old was going through an odd phase, waking up at all hours of the night and winding up in their bed or sleeping on the couch in the living room. Sometimes, he asked for water just like he had earlier or simply wanted to feel either his or Liv's presence as he fell back asleep.

He'd slowly started to grow out of it and was starting to sleep through the entire night now. But he still did it and the thought that he could potentially wake up again and walk down the stairs into this was panicking him.

Trevor was a serial rapist and, now, murderer. He had no doubt in his mind just what kind of acts he and his gang had committed before when he was free and tonight, while he was on the run…but he hoped the man had enough of a heart in him to leave his boy out of it. Hopefully, they wouldn't find out about it at all. He just needed to find a way to contact the police or, better yet, his wife.

Trevor continued to stare at him, eyes tracing the features of his face uncomfortably until Rafael broke eye contact at the sound of a banging on his door. Mark, who'd been leaning against it, jumped and backed away, eyes seeking out Trevor and the nameless partner who looked startled as well.

"Who is it," Trevor whispered, grabbing the gun from the coffee table but staying in the same position next to Rafael. Mark shrugged his shoulders, gesturing wildly towards the door with his blade. Nameless moved swiftly from around the couch, coming into full view as he nodded at Trevor.

"Shit," Trevor stood and grabbed at Rafael's arm, forcing him to his feet. Rafael fought the urge to rip his arm from the man's hands as he was pushed towards the front door, socked feet slipping a bit on the hardwood.

"Answer the door and tell them to go away. Do it or I slit your fuckin' throat," Trevor whispered in his ear, bringing the gun up close to his neck and scraping it against his jugular. Rafael tipped his head away, nodding and gulping. Trevor pulled away from him and backed up, disappearing as he slipped into the stairwell, out of sight from the front door.

He dared a glance behind him, seeing an empty living room but he didn't waste time in trying to figure out where they went. Instead, half of him was paying attention to Trevor, staring at him with a murderous glance the longer he waited to open the door. The other half was wondering who the hell could be knocking on his door this late at night.

He had an answer as he swung the heavy door open to see a familiar face dressed in uniform, thumbs tucked in his belt and a polite smile on his face.

"Mr. Barba," he said as a way of greeting. Rafael smiled tightly, gulping down the gut reaction to spill everything that was going on in hopes that it would save him and his son. But there were three of them and only one officer. Easily outnumbered and the kid was only two years into the job. He happened to have been the arresting officer in a big case last year, one that had gained national media attention and they had all worked closely with him after he became a lead witness in the case.

Barba always waved to him whenever he saw him in the lobby of the precinct, liking him enough to do so. There was a smidgen of hope that ignited in his chest that maybe, somehow, he could give him a sign that something was up without actually saying it.

"Officer Drake, what brings you here?"

"Just checking up. Sergeant Tutuola called in to dispatch with a 10-95 per Lieutenant Benson's request. I picked it up since I was headed down this way anyhow."

He knew his wife would pull through. He just knew it. He didn't doubt for a second that Liv knew something was up when he didn't answer after she called him repeatedly. The flicker of hope in his chest was spreading like wild fire now and with a calm he shouldn't have felt, he quickly reassured the kid that everything was fine, an idea forming in his head.

"Everything's fine. She's probably just worried because I didn't hear my phone. I tried calling her around 10:39, and we've been playing phone tag ever since."

Drake nodded, eyes furrowed a bit and Rafael hoped beyond hope he took the bait. He did his best to put emphasis on the time, fixing the kid with his hardest glare he could muster. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed and head lowered, it was effective in making Drake take a closer look at him, pausing to tilt his head as the two stared at each other.

"At 10:39…you said?"

"10:39."

Rafael brought his hand up to rub his nose, discreetly pointing to his left and let his eyes wander in that direction quickly. Recognition hit the young man, picking up on what he was saying as he brought his hand down to his side again.

"Alright…well…I'll…I'll let her know, right away sir."

"Thank you," he nodded, mouthing the word 'please' silently. Drake nodded, eyes wide as he quickly left, running down the short path to his squad car. Rafael watched as he flung the door open, and stepped back when Trevor pulled on his shirt and slammed the door closed so hard, it rattled the frame.

"That was too fucking close, Trev. We need to get the fuck going, especially if that bitch is sending cops to her house. She knows something is up, I'm telling you," Mark, who stood up from behind the couch swiftly, nervously holstered his knife and ran a hand through his long, brown hair. Nameless stood up next to him, cracking his knuckles and this was the first-time Rafael had an actual good look at both of the men.

Their clothes were blood stained and still wet. He noted the used towels they stole from the bathroom next to the den were splotched with dirt and rust colored blood that didn't belong to them. Nameless looked familiar, now that he thought about it. The bald man was as close to a skin head as you could get, his goatee long and brushing against the dark hoodie he wore on his body.

"Agreed," Trevor agreed from behind him, "Markie, you ta- "

The creaking of a door was all it took for Rafael's heart to seize in his chest. He felt his knees go weak and tears well up in his eyes as he made terrified eye contact with Trevor, who raised his gun at the sudden noise. Both Mark and Nameless pulled their weapons out again, looking up at the darkened staircase.

It was dead quiet in the living room as little feet shuffled across the hardwood floor above them, the floorboards groaning under the little body that sleepily called out for him into the small hallway. Light flooded the staircase, making him flinch as he willed Noah to just go back to bed.

"Daddy, I thirsty!"

Rafael swallowed the growing lump in his throat, "Trevor."

It was the first time he addressed the man directly and his voice was rough and harsh, betraying the pleading expression and tears in his eyes as he glanced at the staircase, where little feet were slowly and carefully climbing down.

Noah appeared and stopped halfway down, rubbing his eyes tiredly and clutching the stuffed dinosaur to his chest. He opened his little eyes and looked down into the living room, confused as he called for Rafael again, looking perplexed and a little fearful of the strangers in his home.

Trevor and Rafael maintained eye contact, one side pleading and the other taken aback by the sudden development. He obviously hadn't been planning this being part of his little plan, whatever that may have been when he broke into his home.

"I hear sirens again," Mark threw out into the quiet room, tearing away from the newly developed situation to peek out of the blind covered window that stood next to the still playing television.

"Shit," Mark bit out, pulling away from the blinds when he was met with flashing lights, the sirens only growing closer to their current location. Nameless stomped his way over and pushed Mark out of the way, looking out onto the street that was loitered with incoming cop cars, lights on and sirens bouncing off the surrounding homes.

"Daddy…?"

Trevor's hand shook, gun still clutched in his hand as he looked rapidly back and forth between Rafael, Noah and the developing situation outside. He was breathing heavy, eyes wild as they bounced back and forth. Rafael stood his ground, doing his best to remain calm and somehow, trying to keep Noah calm as well. He looked dangerously close to crying as he sensed the situation getting more tense.

"Calm down," Rafael said gently to Noah, ignoring Mark's curses as Nameless continued to peek through the blinds of the window. Noah raised an arm, a sign that he wanted to picked up but Rafael didn't dare move as Trevor rubbed a hand over his face.

"Fuck, Trevor, there's like fucking eight cop cars outside! We need to get the fuck out of here!"

"Shut the fuck up! I know!"

Noah burst into tears at the outburst, holding his stuffed dinosaur up to cover his face at the loud shouting. Rafael's heart ached, wanting nothing more than to scoop his son up and comfort him, but there was a gun shoved into his neck again and Trevor roughly wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him back against his body.

"Listen!"

His voice was so loud in his ear as he yelled over the sounds of Noah's sobs, but it drew Mark out of his panic attack and Nameless away from the window. Rafael gasped as the arm dug into his neck and he struggled for breath, his eyes never leaving Noah, who sunk to the step and started calling frantically for him again.

"Trevor, we're fucked."

"No we're not," Trevor growled, adjusting his grip on the gun.

"Oh yeah," Mark practically yelled, gesturing at the sound of a booming voice over a megaphone outside on the sidewalk, reminding them that they were surrounded, "How do you know?!"

"Because I just do. Now shut the fuck up and find something so we can tie these two up. And find some duct tape for the brat."