A/N: This is shorter than I wanted it but I think it packs enough punch. I hope you like it and I hope you don't kill me.

Chapter 2

Elliot approached the apartment door, glad to be home. Charlotte was happy as usual and he gave her a smile. It was hard to believe that they'd been parents to the little bundle of joy for four months now.

"You hungry baby girl?" He asked as he set the baby carrier down. She cooed.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he chuckled. Fishing for his keys, he opened the apartment door before scooping up the carrier and heading inside. Once inside, he set down the baby and locked the door. He liked the neighborhood but the safety of his family was more important. Looking around, he realized Olivia was nowhere to be seen. Usually she was waiting at the door for him. He carefully stood up and went for his weapon. He couldn't place the bad feeling he suddenly had and he and Olivia would laugh about it later, he was sure.

"Hey babe! We're home!" He shouted, looking around and noticing the groceries on the counter, not put away. He swallowed hard.

"Hey hun! I'm in Charlotte's room," the response came back. Now he knew something was up. Olivia never called him "hun". There were a lot of things she called him, some of them not for children consumption, but "hun" wasn't one of them. His senses shifted and it reminded him of what Olivia had often laughed and called "hyper-daddy mode". He was super alert and ready for anything.

"On our way," he tried to stay calm and made his way down the hall without Charlotte, hoping if he had to use his weapon it would be with the baby a safe distance away. Slowly he got close to the door and realized that it was only open a crack. Someone was behind the door. Smirking, Elliot took the opportunity to surprise whoever it was. He jumped at the door, hitting it with all the weight he could possibly put on it, and heard wood hit skull. His satisfaction was short lived as he realized his mistake. A soft moan, one he recognized, came from who had he thought was the perp. Olivia had been behind the door, the perp, who was sitting in the rocking chair, now stared at him and laughed as Olivia crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"Well that made life easier," he said.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our apartment?" Elliot asked, not lowering his weapon.

"Your wife knows who I am and what I'm capable of. I think perhaps when she regains what little sanity she has left, I'll let her tell you. Now why don't you lower that gun of yours before I do something we both regret?" Lewis raised Olivia's weapon and pointed it at her.

"How do I know you won't shoot me the instant I lower my weapon?" Elliot asked trying to buy time, trying to figure out a way out of this.

"Well I suppose that's a chance you'll have to take. After all, how could I possibly control two NYPD detectives? Seasoned after years of experience?" Lewis smirked and it was then that he knew why Olivia had been under this perp's command. He had something that she would rather die for than let harm come to. He had Calvin.

"What have you done?" Elliot asked him.

"You have three seconds to lower your weapon or I put a bullet in her. Mind you, I'm a good shot and I will make her suffer," Lewis's tone never changed, it was flat and unmoving. Elliot looked at him. This would probably be their only opportunity for escape.

"One…" He had to save Olivia. After everything they'd been through, now was not the time to fail her.

"Two…" On the other hand a shot would bring someone's attention to their predicament and help would be on its way.

"Three." Lewis pulled the trigger and Elliot jumped in front of the bullet.

To Be Continued…