Author's Note: This story is taking on a life of its own. It is going in a direction completely different from its originally intention. Not sure how much long it will be. But ya'll don't care. So here we go. I apologize that other cast members didn't make it in. I had intended to have Maze in it. But I couldn't find a way to integrate her. I would have loved to. Maze meeting Persi's in-laws. Ha-ha.

Bryan and I rode in silence. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. The police presence was very heavy on the streets. They were out in full force looking for Isaiah. I know Bryan was having a real hard time with having him in our home. If anyone found out. We could kiss our careers goodbye.

The SUV came to a stop at a light. I looked over at the vehicle next to us. A man was sitting in a Volkswagen. He was moving to the music. He then looked over at me. Look at what he has caused. He has to be stopped. The chill went through my veins. It was my Grandfather's voice. The light turned green. I gripped the handle on the door. Bryan looked at me. Too many have died. His voice came through Bryan's mouth. I jumped.

Bryan shook his head. "What?" His voice was normal.

"Nothing."

"Did you ask Grandpa for help?" He pointed to the sky.

I shook my head. I was not really thrilled with Grandpa right now. He was asking me to do something horrible. Something that went against everything I stood for. Isaiah needed love. I knew he had done some bad things. But that was because he didn't have anyone to guide him.

"I've been asking him." Bryan rarely ever talked about God. I wondered if he ever answered Bryan. Poor Bryan. He must regret marrying me sometimes. His ex-wife had just been the daughter of a garbage man. It was so much easier. I had met her when I first became a detective. I had been partnered with Bryan. He wasn't entirely thrilled to have a rookie as a partner. But we got through our differences and learned to work together. I remember how devastated he was when she left him. She took their two daughters and moved to Seattle to be with some guy she met online. He rarely ever saw his daughters. I had yet to meet them.

"I bet you wish you were still with Miranda." I said quietly.

"What?" His voice laced with a bit of anger. "You are seriously bringing up Miranda. Now?" He shook his head.

"I mean. You didn't have to deal with this crap." I gestured to the National Guard truck sitting next to us at the light. "He father was a garbage man. Her mom a school teacher. Nice and normal."

"Persi. I really don't want to talk about Miranda right now." He was irritated.

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "I married you because I love you. Yes, you are not like any other woman I have ever been with. Your family is messed up. But who's isn't?" He chuckled lightly. "OF course your family makes everyone else's look tame by miles. You get into a fight with your father and the whole building shakes."

I chuckled. "Yeah. There is that."

"But, I love it. Miranda and I had a lot of problems. Just- "He sighed. "Can we change the subject? Let's focus on Tristan."

I nodded. MY mind focusing on my baby. He must be so scared. He had been through so much in his short life. He had to experience the apartment shaking while I fought with my father. He was lying there when God handed down his dire command. I wondered if he would remember any of it.

The SUV stopped at the precinct. We walked in together. My partner John met us. "Oh I am sorry." He hugged me. We had developed a close friendship since being partnered. After Bryan found out who he demanded a different partner. I was assigned to John. John was almost sixty and had been a detective longer than I had been alive. He was a stickler for conspiracies and had a mistrust for the government. He stayed a detective to help people. I loved working with him.

Captain Craig walked out of his office. He looked us over. "Are you guys okay?"

"No, Captain. I am not alight. My son is gone." Bryan was quite blunt. "We need to get a hold of someone at CPS."

"Do what you have to." The captain said.

Bryan went over to his desk and sat down. I pulled up a chair and sat beside him. We sat silently as he looked up the CPS number. I was feeling impatient. "You want some coffee?" I said to him. He nodded as I got up. I sauntered to the coffee maker. I hated the smell of coffee. I wrinkled my nose at it. Two uniformed officers walked by.

They were talking about what had happened at Riker's. They were still digging out bodies. "I heard it was a guy who did that."

"A guy? Are you sure?" He said to the other one.

They quieted a bit when they noticed me. "Hey, Detective Lockhart." One said to me. His name Ricardo Rossi. I had worked with him a few times on cases. The one next to him was one I didn't recognize.

"Hey Rossi." I said to him. I poured some creamer into Bryan's coffee.

"Did you hear what happened at Riker's?" Rossi asked.

"Oh, yeah I saw it on the news. Pretty bizarre. How do you think it happened?"

The other officer a young African American. "They said it was a guy. He was possessed by demons or something."

"Oh really." I said trying to contain my thoughts. "Well, you two carry on." They nodded as I walked away. I was careful to not spill the coffee. I set it down in front of my husband. He was talking to someone on the phone. He barely acknowledged my presence.

"Thank you." He slammed the phone down. The coffee nearly spilled. "Dammit!" He slapped the desk. Other officers stopped and looked.

"What did they say?"

He sighed. Tears were in his eyes. "They don't have him."

I could feel my heart racing. "What?" I could feel tension rising. "What do you mean? Cody said that it was CPS."

"I know Persi!" He yelled. Again we got looks. "I know what Cody said Persi." He stood up from the desk. I could see his anger. His frustration and grief. My heart started racing.

"Did you call, ooh what was her name?" I was trying to remember the name of the case worker who had come to our house.

"Yes!" He walked away. "She said they didn't take him."

Tears flooded my eyes. Where was my baby? My husband's pacing was making me tense. We were at a loss. John walked over to him. "Nothing." He said,

Bryan just glared at him. His arm folded across his chest. "Oh God."

I flinched at the mention of God. Normally I would be calling on him to help. I would be praying. But I just couldn't do it. We needed a different strategy. I pulled my phone out of my purse. I dialed Cody's phone.

He picked up. "Hello?"

"Cody, its Persi."

"Having any luck?" His young voice laced with concern. He had kept apologizing to me. He was so upset.

"No. I need you to tell me what the social worker looked like. The one who took Tristan."

"She was blonde and looked old. Like my dad's age. She had a younger guy with her. He didn't look like a social worker or a cop."

"Thank you Cody." I sighed. We had a lead. Bryan was watching me. "We need to go home. I think we need to see the surveillance videos from the building. Cody said it was a blonde woman and a young guy."

Bryan nodded and grabbed his keys. "Let's go."

John's voice broke in. "Can I help?"

"You aren't needed to find the Riker's escapee?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. But the National Guard is all over that one."

I looked at Bryan. I wasn't sure having someone else at the house was a good idea. I don't know how far John would go for our partnership if he saw Isaiah. But I also didn't want him getting suspicious.

"Okay John." I said.

He followed us out to our SUV.

I rode in the backseat while John and Bryan talked quietly up front. I looked out at the passing streets. So many officers out on the streets. Isaiah had created a panic. No one knew what he was. They didn't know what they were dealing with. The media was putting their own spin on everything. I noticed something in the seat next to me. I jumped when I noticed the man in the white suit.

Time had slowed to a snail's pace. His face was that of an old man. Wrinkles covering every inch. A long white beard. His eyes the color of sapphires. "I know you don't want to carry out my orders. You must think me cruel and unreasonable. But you have to understand. There is an order we have to maintain."

My hands trembled. My heart raced. "Please. Don't make me do this."

"We sometimes have to do things that we find difficult. But the balance must be maintained Persephone. Do you understand?"

"Why me, Lord? He isn't bad. He was just told his entire life that he was a freak. And now he finally found his family and you want me to be the one to kill him." Tears filled my eyes. "I can't do this."

He leaned over. His face had shifted to a younger man. Blonde hair resembling my husband's. "I am calling upon you. Do your duty, Persephone. Do your duty or there will be consequences?" His voice echoed.

"Please don't make me do this." I pleaded. But he was gone. Time was back to the normal speed. Bryan and John were looking back at me. I didn't know what to say.

We were soon home. I was riding the elevator alone. Bryan and John were talking to the building manager to get surveillance tapes. I was feeling exhausted. My heart ached for Tristan. I was so worried. He needed me. He must be hungry. Oh how I missed him. Why was my Grandfather not seeing this?

As I opened the door I hear raucous laughter coming from the living room. My father's voice the most obvious. He was enjoying himself. He smiled when I entered the room "Oh hi, darling."

I attempted a smile. The person he was talking to got up. It was Isaiah. Only his hair had been cut short. It was clean but still dark like our father's. His beard was gone. He was wearing a black Armani suit with a purple shirt. He looked like my father's clone. Except for the scar on his cheek. They stood side by side. I had trouble telling them apart.

My mouth dropped open. "Wow. Isaiah you look great." I looked at my dad. "I thought I told you guys not to leave the apartment."

"I had to get him out of those dreadful clothes. At least one of my children appreciates a little style."

I narrowed my eyebrows. My eyes rolled. "Dad, the National Guard is out looking for him."

"I know. I'm pretty sure they won't recognize him now."

The front door opened. Bryan and John walked in. Bryan's eyes widened when he spied my father and brother. NO doubt he was seeing double. John looked at them also.

"OH John. This is my father Lucifer ad my brother Isaiah."

John looked over Isaiah. His name hadn't been released to the media. Just his picture. He looked nothing like the picture now. Except for the scar. Luckily John didn't make the connection. He held out a hand. "John Tucker."

I sighed relief. I looked at Bryan. His brow was furrowed. His anger had returned. "What did you find out?"

He held out a stack of photos. I looked them over. An older blonde woman with a younger brown haired man. She was seen in the lobby. Both coming and going. The photos that showed her going she clearly had my baby. I saw red. The face I saw was one I recognized. I could feel anger rising.

The woman in the picture was Jean. The wife of Pastor Gordon.