It has been a couple of days since then and all is quiet. Too quiet. Luckily for me, I have been discharged from the hospital. Right now I am relaxing. Well, I am supposed to be relaxing, however, I can't. Not when I have an arsonist targeting the people I care about the most. I need to find the guy. I'm just lucky that he hasn't targeted my parents yet. Speaking of my parents, my dad has brought me to the police station where he is operating out of for the mandatory interview. He is not happy. In fact, he is something that I haven't seen him as. Scared. I put it down to the fact that he may lose one of his daughters.

"Dad, let's cut to the chase. James Emerson wants me dead as I was the one who claimed that it was arson, ending his run. He must have escaped prison and now he wants revenge," I say. I am uncomfortable. Both mentally and physically. Despite the fact that the burns on my back were relatively light they still hurt.

"But why did he target Carlos and TK?" My dad gets to work on his line of questioning. I take a deep breath. It is going to be painful.

"He was...is after my loved ones. He would have moved to the last stage now. Dad, can you promise me some level of protection?" I ask. The look on his face says it all. He can't make any promises like that.

"I'm sorry Papa I shouldn't have asked. I'm just scared," I know it is dumb but I want the tiniest bit of reassurance that I will be protected.

"We both are. Sure I may have pushed you away in the past but I don't want to lose you again," My dad responds as he puts his hand on my shoulder. I can feel the tears work their way up. I have been through so much and the people who brought me through it are in danger. It is at that moment I feel a tear run down my cheek. The reality of the past week's events have hit me. It is at that moment my Dad pulls me into a hug.

"I'm not going to promise anything Hija but I will do everything in my power to catch the bastard," He whispers into my ear.

"I know and I want to be there when it happens," I responded. The thing is I know for a fact that it is not going to happen. If my Dad is anything like Carlos he will do everything in my power to keep me safe. Even if that means locking me up. After thirty minutes of helping I decided to go back to the firehouse. I don't want to go home as that means I will have to face Carlos. I don't want to do that just yet. After a painful drive, I made it to the firehouse and I was greeted by the others.

"How are you feeling?" Judd gets to work on checking on me. I am surprised that it's him, not TK. In TK's defence for all he knows there could be another bomb. He is on edge like me. I really wish that I didn't put them in this situation.

"Honestly I don't know. Physically I am fine but mentally I am in a spin. It is my fault that you guys are in danger," I answer. For some reason, I hang my head in shame.

"It may be your fault but we are going to help you through this," Mateo jumps in. He is right. Still, I don't want James to lay another finger on my family or my found family.

"Thank you, Mateo," I replied. Before I can do anything I notice a familiar face. He is not happy. I am quick to excuse myself.

"Hey Marc, what are you doing here?" I ask.

"The mounties asked if I could assist the Texas rangers since I was the one that captured him the first time. I also want to check on you. Your brother told me that you'd be here," He responds.

"Well, the thing is I am scared but not for myself. I'm more worried about them," I explain as I gesture towards the others. They are watching on with intense curiosity. I can't blame them.

"You know I will do my best to catch the son of a bitch," Marc promises. After a quick conversation, he leaves. He will have a lot of work to do. A part of me wishes that he could stay by my side for a little while longer. Oh well, there is nothing that I can do. Before I can rejoin the others the signal bell goes. I use that as my cue to leave. After a long fifteen-minute drive I made it back to Carlos and TK's place. I knock on the door to announce my presence just in case.

"Come in," My brother calls out as I let myself in. I am greeted by the sight of Carlos sitting on the ground in the middle of a massive pile of papers. They are all from various files in relation to James. He must have asked Marc and Dad for them.

"You're not going to find anything in those," I announce as I sit down on the edge of the papers.

"How do you know?" He asks as he looks up from the piece that he is reading.

"Experience. There is not much that you can do. In other words, you should leave it to Papa and Marc," I say getting a death glare from Carlos. He wants to do everything in his power to help me but he needs to recover from his injuries. Despite my protests, Carlos continues to look at the folders. Because of that, I decided to help him. Maybe there was something that Marc missed the first time. It doesn't take long for me to notice the thing that I am looking for.

"Hang on, Carlos, do you see that? When he gets to the last stage he always goes back to a previous location," I point it out. Carlos doesn't seem surprised. After a few minutes of triple checking my observation Carlos and I leave. We are heading back to the police station where Dad is working. It feels strange being in the driver's seat. It is due to the fact that Carlos was the one that was doing the driving. We both agreed that whilst his wrists were healing TK and I would be doing the driving. After the longest fifteen minutes, we made it back to the police precinct. To my surprise both my Dad and Marc are relieved that Carlos is here. I assume it is for the third set of eyes.

"Before I took a look at anything Tristian and I found a pattern," Carlos gets to work. It has been a couple of hours since then and I am back at the firehouse. Carlos wanted Owen, Tommy and TK to look after me while he assisted Marc and Dad. I mean I am not complaining as the 126 is my extended family. There is something bothering me though. TK is acting cold towards me. Everyone can see it. The thing is I can't blame him as both him and Carlos almost got killed.

"You two need to talk," Judd breaks the awkward silence.

"I don't think you understand Judd. He could have been killed because of me. It is going to rattle anyone," I counter.

"Besides there is nothing that I can do or say even if I wanted to," I add for good measure. That is the part that bothers me.

"Look, I'm sure you'll find the words that you need," Nancy speaks up.

"Normally I would but TK isn't a patient. He is a family member who was almost killed because of me," I counter. Now you can see why I am bothered. After a minute of pacing around, I have finally decided to talk to TK. I make my way to the ambulance. He has his head buried in a checklist. I clear my throat. He doesn't even budge. Because of that, I yank the clipboard out of his hands.

"We need to talk," I announced as I set the clipboard to one side.

"There is nothing that we can talk about," TK retorted. I can hear the resentment oozing from his voice.

"I'm sorry TK. Ok. I thought James was locked away for good but he clearly wasn't," I counter.

"Well you could have mentioned it," TK snapped. I can see the fire in his eyes.

"IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME OK. I NEVER WANTED TO BE IN THIS POSITION IN THE FIRST PLACE. I ALREADY LOST SOMEONE. I DON'T WANT TO LOSE ANYONE ELSE," I find myself yelling. The tears are running down my cheeks. The look on TK's face softens. What he does next catches me by surprise. He pulls me into a careful hug. My hands latch onto the back of his uniform. I can't afford to let go. Both metaphorically and literally. Unfortunately, the world has other ideas. The signal bell rings.

"I'm the one that should be sorry," TK whispers as he lets go. With that, he leaves. As the ambulance and trucks pull away I wipe my tears away. This is something that I am going to have to work through. As soon as the ambulance and trucks are gone I make my way back to the car. I am about to open the door but before I have a chance I feel the force of something solid hitting my neck. It doesn't take long for me to succumb to the darkness.