Mike sat on his bedroom floor with his laptop and Paige next to him. They were working on the trafficking case and he was getting caught up on some paperwork for the bus line case. He was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. He sighed and looked down at the screen with a frown.

"Is it DC?" She asked.

"No, it's my Mom." His frown deepened. "Mom?"

Paige could only hear his end of the conversation but she knew something was wrong.

"What do you mean she left?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, I'll find her." He shook his head. "Mom, I promise I will find her."

He hung up the phone and leaned his head back against the bed, lightly knocking it a few times in frustration. He threw his phone on the bed behind him and put his hands over his face. "Oh my God, I don't have time for this."

"So, what's happening?"

"My sister went AWOL."

"You have a sister?" Paige frowned. "You've never mentioned her before. What her name, how old is she, what's she like?"

Mike laughed. "Her name is Olivia. She just turned eighteen. She's smart and kind and funny, but she's also rebellious and impulsive."

"So, like you?" She grinned. "Or the opposite of you?"

"I think she's like me, but she doesn't want to be." He said. "She just dropped a bomb on my parents and told them she's not going to college."

"Any idea where she is?"

"That's what I'm going to find out." He sighed and grabbed his laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"I low jacked her phone a few years ago." He said. "This isn't the first time she's taken off."

"That is so you." Paige laughed. "And very FBI."

"It's come in real handy." He frowned looking at the screen. "And she's here."

"She's here?"

"In California." He nodded. "In town. At a club."

He got up and began changing out of his hoody and shorts and into jeans and a t-shirt. Paige watched him before standing up with him. She followed him to the door and put her arm across the doorway to stop him. He sighed and looked at her, raising his eyebrows.

"You can't just got in there and drag her out."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

"She's going to run if you do that, trust me."

"Do you have a better idea?"

She nodded. "I do, actually."

Paige headed downstairs and Mike followed her. He frowned curiously as she called for everyone to meet in the living room. Once they gathered in the room Mike crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting to hear her master plan.

"So, Mike has a sister." She said slowly and paused for everyone's reactions.

"Mikey, you got a sister?" Charlie said.

"How come you never told us?" Briggs asked.

"She hot?" Johnny asked and then laughed when Mike glared at him. "I'm kidding."

"Look, she took off and my parents have no idea where she is." He explained.

"But Mike tracks her cell phone." Paige said.

"She's at a club downtown and I have to go get her." He said. "But Paige won't let me."

"You can't just go grab her." Paige said.

"I agree." Charlie said. "Girls don't respond well to that."

"What's the plan, Paige?" Briggs asked, trying to move the conversation along.

"We go get her, FBI style." She said.

Mike frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"We send Johnny into the club to hit on her and bring her home."

"No way." Mike shook his head.

"I'll do it." Johnny nodded.

"No." Mike said firmly.

"I'm not going to actually sleep with her." He said. "I'll just bring her back here."

"It's not going to happen." He said. "I'll got get her."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mike." Briggs said.

"Look, if it's a problem, I'll stay with her at a hotel." Mike said. "She doesn't have to come here."

"No, that isn't the problem." Briggs said. "You can't walk into a club, grab a girl and drag her out. She's going to fight back and things will turn ugly for you. Let Johnny go get her, Mike. We're all family here."

Mike thought about it for a few moments before sighing. "Fine."

"Alright, what's she look like?" Johnny said and Mike showed him a photo. He nodded, trying really hard not to make a comment about her looks. She had dark brown wavy hair and green eyes. She was beautiful. "Does she have a favourite drink or something?"

"Whiskey sours." He said. "And she likes to dance."

"Got it." Johnny nodded. "I'll be back in an hour, two tops."

Mike nodded, his arms still crossed and his mouth pressed into a tight line. He didn't like this idea, even if he thought it was a good one. He didn't want to wait around. He wanted Olivia with him now. He wanted to know she was okay, know why she left and figure out a way to get her home.

Johnny was true to his word and showed up back at the house an hour and a half later. They waited upstairs, making sure she was with him and then giving them a few minutes to get settled in the kitchen so she couldn't run.

"Do you want something to drink?" Johnny asked. "Beer?"

"Yeah, sure." She said as he handed her a bottle from the fridge.

Johnny made sure to walk around the island so she was facing him with her back to the stairs. "So, how long are you in town?"

She leaned against the counter and took a sip of her beer with a shrug. "I don't know."

"Why'd you leave?" He asked and noticed Mike coming down the stairs.

"I'd like to know that too." Mike said from behind her. He had his arms crossed and he wore his typical brooding look.

"Mike," She said surprised as she looked from her brother and back to Johnny. "What's going on? Did you set me up?"

"Livy," Mike took a few steps towards her.

"I can't believe you!" She yelled before turning on Johnny. "And you, you played me?"

"Your Mikey's sister. He was worried about you."

"So, all that at the club was just some joke?" She scoffed. "What a great self-esteem boost."

"Liv." Mike tried to interrupt.

"Look, you're beautiful and I had a great time." Johnny said. "If you weren't Mike's sister – "

"Olivia." He said firmly.

"What?" She glared at her brother.

"Johnny, can I talk to my sister alone, please." It was a question, but it didn't sound like one. He nodded and Mike waited for him to leave before turning back to his sister. "What are you doing in California?"

"Why do you care?"

"Are you kidding me right now, Liv?" He said. "Mom called me in hysterics because you just disappeared."

"I didn't disappear. I told them I wanted to take a year off before going to college and they flipped out." She said. "I'm eighteen, Mike. I'm tired of being treated like a little kid. This is my life and I don't want to be told what to do anymore."

"Liv, if you want to be treated like an adult, start acting like one."

"I'm not going back there."

"What's this really about?" He watched her struggle with her emotions but she didn't say anything. "Come on, Livy, talk to me."

"I need a change, Mike." She said before looking at him. "Please don't make me go back there."

He frowned. He didn't know what was wrong with his sister but he knew something wasn't right. He didn't want to push her. He knew that they wouldn't be able to solve everything tonight anyway. So, instead he nodded and pulled her into his embrace.

"We'll figure it out." He promised.