It has been an hour since I finished helping Dad and Marc and I am now trying to relax. However, I can't. I feel like something has happened to Tristian. I know she feels safer with the 126 but I just can't shake the feeling that something has happened to her. Right now I am debating whether or not I should call her. To be honest I think I am just being overprotective. Tristian is not dumb. Besides TK said he'd call me if anything happened to Tristian. As if on cue my phone rings. Tk's name appears as the caller ID. This can't be good.

"Hey, Carlos something has happened to Tristian. She was there before we left for a call then when we got back she was missing. Her car is still here," I can hear the panic in TK's voice.

"TK slow down. I'll be there as soon as I can," I know it is going to be painful to drive but I need to be at the firehouse to reassure TK. Besides I don't think he is going to be the one that needs reassuring. After fifteen minutes of fighting through the pain that is coursing through my arms, I made it to the firehouse. I am met by TK, Marc and Dad.

"Hey TK look at me. I'm here. Sit down, take a deep breath and talk," I say as I grab TK by the arm. I led him to the nearest seat as his eyes locked onto mine. After taking the required deep breath TK calms down enough to tell me what happened.

"I was giving Tristian some reassurance when a call came in. After we arrived back I noticed she was missing. I looked everywhere and then I discovered that her car was still there. I called Gabriel then you. I'm sorry," TK explains. The weird thing is he sounds guilty. I know he promised me that he'd look after Tristian but he also has a job that he needs to do.

"TK you did all that you can do," I responded. To be honest I am trying my best to stay professional. That sounds strange but to help Tristian I need to do my job.

"I promised you, Carlos," He mumbles.

"Hey babe it doesn't matter. We have a clue as to where she might be," I counter. Something tells me that James would have taken Tristian back to the police station where I worked at. I use the past tense for obvious reasons.

"Hey Marc, Papa do you know if there has been any activity at the police station that I worked at," I ask, grabbing their attention.

"No, why?" Marc asks.

"James made it personal. I was one of the targets. If my hunch is correct we need to go now," I assert myself. I don't want my family to be torn apart again. Before I can do anything TK tugs gently on my arm.

"Stay safe," TK says. I am glad that he understands that I am going whether he likes it or not. After what feels like an eternity of waiting my Dad and Marc finally have the answer that they want however, they don't want to storm in. Marc knows from experience that it is a bad idea. We are all waiting for James to make his move. Waiting sucks. I find myself fidgeting. A part of me wishes that TK was here to reassure me. My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. The caller ID says it's Tristian but I know for a fact that it is not. I answered it but I quickly put it on speaker.

"If you've hurt her in any way I am going to hurt you in ways you've never even thought of," I threaten.

"Don't worry she's alive for now. What happens next is up to you. I assume you know where I am," James is just as threatening as I was.

"Yes. Tell me what I need to do," I respond, getting concerned glances from my Dad, TK and Marc.

"You will go to the police station unarmed and alone. Then we will talk. Here is proof that she is alive," James responds.

"Don't Carlos. It's a trap," Tristian calls out. I can hear the pain in her voice. Before she can say anything James hangs up. I immediately start pacing. The good thing is Tristian is alive. That's all that matters. I can feel the stairs from my Dad and Marc. They are not happy with the situation. The thing is I need to go. It is the only option I have if I am going to get Tristian out alive.

"She's right Carlos," Marc pulls me out of my thoughts.

"It's the only option we've got," I counter. After some back and forth we finally came up with a plan. It is not the best but I can make it work. I have to. I don't want to lose Tristian all over again. After what feels like the longest ten minutes ever I pull up to the ruins of the police station. I take a deep breath. There is a part of me that wants to turn around and leave but I made a promise to Tristian when she came out to me. I am quick to spot James.

"I'm here. What do you want?" I snarl. Now that we are standing face to face the anger rises.

"Revenge," James says before drawing a gun. A shot rings out and the next thing I know I am collapsed on the ground. The bullet hit my leg. To my surprise, it missed the arteries. It still hurts like hell. Now that I am crippled James pulls me into the building. He props me up in a chair facing Tristian. Her body is battered and bruised. Before I can do anything a sharp pain rockets up my arms. I try my best not to scream in pain. Despite my best efforts a scream escapes my mouth. As soon as he has me secured to the chair he grabs a bucket and throws the water in it over Tristian. She jolts awake.

"Tristian can you hear me?" I ask.

"Carlos I told you not to come," her response is groggy.

"Well your brother loves you too much which is perfect for me," James sneers as he caresses a wound on Tristian's face.

"Leave her alone," I say as I try to break free. I am fighting through the pain.

"Or what? You are tied to a chair. You can't exactly do anything," James says as he lands a blow to my stomach. I hunch over. A pain worse than the bullet wound and the burns grips my body. I just pray that Marc and my Dad are on time. After a painful five minutes, James gives up on his torture. As soon as he stops my phone rings. I find it a little odd that he never destroyed it. The caller is TK. That means it is all going to plan.

"James, please let me answer it. If we are going to die I would like to say goodbye to my boyfriend. Please. I never got the chance to say goodbye," I beg him. He glances at me and then at my phone.

"Ok but make it quick," James says as he answers the phone. He holds it up to my ear.

"Hey Carlos where are you?" TK asks as per the code.

"I'm inside. I need to say goodbye soon. I've been called to work early," I say giving my half of the code.

"Of course. I'll see you later," TK responds before James hangs up. A devilish look comes across James' face as he draws some liquid from a vial. I can only assume that the liquid is to knock us out or kill us. As soon as James approaches me I start thrashing. It is useless as there is nowhere to go. I feel the sharp sting. My vision goes blurry and my body loosens. However, I am still alert enough to realise what is going on. The next thing I know is the sound of yelling followed by a bang. The next thing I know is that I am being lifted onto a gurney.

"TK? Where's Tristian?" I mumble as I come around to the situation.

"Don't worry she's safe thanks to you and Marc," TK grabs my hand as he gets to work on reassuring me. Is she really safe though? I'm sure I heard a gunshot but I can't be sure.

"James?" I tentatively ask.

"Marc got him," TK confirms. So she is safe. I loosen up a little as I am loaded into the ambulance. At least I now know that Tristian is safe. Well relatively safe. Nothing is guaranteed on the job. Still, I got my sister back and that is all that matters to me.