Anger surged through my body. I was like a volcano ready to explode. But I did my best to contain it. I didn't want to take down our building. I took a deep breath. I crumpled the photo in my hand. Pastor Gordon was in for a shock. I threw down the photo and headed for the door.

My husband was quick to get in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulder. "Persi. We need to think this through."

"He has my baby, Bryan." I got loose from his hold and pushed past him.

"Persi, wait. Please." Bryan pleaded. I could hear the anger in his voice. It wasn't towards me. He wanted to go after the pastor too. I sighed and stopped. The cop in me was taking over. He was right. We had to go about this with the side of the law.

"I'm sorry Bryan." I turned to him. Tears in my eyes. He took me in his arms. I buried my head in his chest. "I want my baby."

"I know." His voice matched my own concern. He was in pain too. "Come on." He leads me back to the living room.

I sat down on one of the couches. Bryan and John went into the kitchen with my father on their heels. I just stared off into space. Isaiah stood quietly. I could feel his eyes upon me. He sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry about Tristan." He said softly. "Can I help?"

He sounded so genuine. So concerned. I glanced at his face. IT so resembled our father. IT was scary even. His smile was so warm. I nearly forgot the destruction he had caused. He didn't mean to do it.

"I don't know." I said softly. Tears ran down my cheeks. I could hear Bryan and my father in the next room. Their voices sounded heated. NO doubt my father wanted to go after the pastor full tilt. He was ready to punish the man in the worst way. But Bryan had to be reasonable. He was thinking like a cop.

I looked at Isaiah. "You really think you can help?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

I stood up. "Let's go." I grabbed the keys to my car. He followed me out of the apartment. I hoped no one would recognize him. He did look a lot different than the pictures the media was circulating. When we got to the car a man was walking by us. One of my neighbors. He smiles and nodded to me. Then he took a look at Isaiah.

"Hello Persephone." He said to me. "Who is this?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Hello Roy. This is my friend." Isaiah shot me a weird look. Then he held out a hand to the man.

The man shook it. His eye then got wide. "You…you are the guy they are looking for."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yeah I saw him. He escaped Riker's."

I shook my head. "No you are mistaken. He just flew in from Chicago." I pushed Isaiah towards the car. He quickly got in.

Roy had his phone out. He was trying to dial 911. I held out my hand and the phone erupted in flame. He gasped. "What are you?" He backed up.

"Roy, please. Don't. He is alright. Just forget you saw us."

Roy gasped and turned heel and ran towards the elevator. I thought of following him. This could spiral out of control. I was now on the run with a wanted fugitive. The whole city was looking for him. The National Guard was looking for him. A shoot to kill order had been issued. And that was' even the worst part. The Heavens wanted him dead.

I scrambled to get into the car. I turned the key and raced out of the garage. Isaiah was quietly observing. "Why didn't you go after him?" He said.

"We don't need more trouble." My hands gripped the steering wheel. So much going through my mind. But for now I was focused on Tristan. We were just going to go to Pastor Gordon's church and nicely ask where my son was. I wanted to rip the man's head from his shoulders. But we had to be diplomatic about it.

For a while there was silence. Isaiah kept fumbling with his suit. I could tell he wasn't used to being dressed like that. He looked good though. I thought it was cute my father was trying to embrace having a son. It wasn't easy. Being the offspring of an angel was not easy. It wasn't just Lucifer's children that caused trouble. Angelic offspring rode the line between the divine and human worlds. The battle within ourselves raged. The two sides wanting to take over. Some of us were able to calm the storm and live normal lives. Others went mad. I assumed that was what Isaiah had meant when he said they told him to escape.

"Persephone." His voice cut in. "I am sorry."

I glanced over at him. "For what?"

"I may have hit on your husband when he was questioning me."

I laughed. A bit of a nervous laugh. "You hit on him?"

"Well, maybe not hit on him. But I kind of had a crush on him."

"It's alright." I patted his knee. "Lots of people have crushes on him. Are you gay, Isaiah?"

He shrugged. "I don't know." He sounded a little ashamed. That was another thing he was probably called an abomination for. I felt for him.

"I don't care if you are. MY cousin Cody is. My cousin Jessica, who is also my best friend is a lesbian."

He smiled. "Well, I know I like men. But I might also like women."

I just laughed. I wanted to cry also. My heart was aching. My baby was lost. I needed to have him. I needed to comfort him. But I was enjoying the moment with my brother. I had often wondered what it would be like. My cousins were the closest thing I had to siblings. But now that I had a real one. It felt so right.

"Are there others like us?"

"You mean Lucifer's children?"

"Yeah."

"Dad, told me there have been others. But they all died young. Heaven is weary of us."

"But none that are alive."

I thought about it for a minute. Dad had said I was the only one. But then here was Isaiah. I wondered if there were others. The way my father was with women. I was surprised there wasn't a whole army of Lucifer hell spawn. "Not that I know of. Malachi told there are other children of angels."

"Who is Malachi?"

"He is an angel. He was sent to keep an eye on me. Supposedly all of us have to be monitored."

"I have an angel that watches me. His name is Amenadiel."

"I know him." My mind flashed to the first time I met him. I was pregnant with Tristan. He came to me at work to tell me that my father had left Hell. He wanted met help get my dad back to Hell. He had been so angry when I didn't complete the task.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I have met a few of the angels. Uncle Michael is a hoot."

He got a look of sadness. He turned his head and looked out the window. Not saying a word. Part of me felt guilty. There had been times when I lamented about my life. But in hindsight I had it good. Even though I had gone to war and seen horrible things. I saw horrible things in my career as a cop. I still had it easy. I had inherited my mother's fortune and lived in a huge penthouse. I had been surrounded by family that didn't call me a freak or an abomination. Isaiah had to struggle his entire life. The scars on his body were evidence of that.

We arrived at the church. There were a lot of cars in the lot. This was going to be a difficult task. I didn't want to have this many witnesses. I parked the car and got out. I stared at the doors of the church. As we approached I could hear Pastor Gordon giving a sermon. My blood ran hot. I couldn't contain my anger. I started for the doors. Fire in my eyes. I was ready for battle.

Author's note: How cute a little bit of brother and sister bonding.

Fun fact: When I was playing this story in my head. Persi and Bryan had originally been SVU detectives. But when I started writing this I really didn't want to do a crossover. So I made them just regular homicide detective. Though Captain Craig is basically Cragen and John Tucker is basically John Munch. SO there you go. Enjoy.