"Excuse me. I'm looking for Julianna Callaghan." A petite woman in her late teens said as she approached Winnie's desk. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.

"May I ask who's looking for her?" Winnie asked.

"Elena Morse." The woman said, fiddling with her hem. Winnie pushed a button on her headset and was instantly connected to Greg.

"Boss, I have an Elena Morse here to see Jules as soon as she's available. Alright, thanks." Winnie turned back to the young woman who only seemed to be even more nervous. "It should only be ten more minutes. You're welcome to have a seat in the conference room." Winnie pointed out the room just behind her with a large table and several comfortable chairs around it.

"Thank you." Elena said giving Winnie a weak smile.

Five minutes later Jules rushed into the room still in her workout clothes and extremely sweaty. "Where is she, Winnie?" Jules asked frantically.

"In the conference room." Winnie didn't even get to finish her sentence before Jules took off.

"Hi." She said when she reached the conference room doorway.

"Hi." Elena replied, standing quickly. "My name's Elena."

"I know. I'm Jules." Jules stepped hesitantly into the room and took a seat across from Elena, prompting the younger woman to sit as well.

"I know." She said copying Jules' tone and making both women smile.

"Do your parents know you're here?" Jules asked concerned.

"No, yes, kinda. They knew I was going to look for you but they don't know that I actually found you. I'm 18 now." She said, reverting back to fidgeting with her hem.

"May 31st the same day as your father." Jules said with a sad smile.

"Really? We share the same birthday?" Jules' heart hurt at the girl's enthusiasm.

"And the same eyes. His bright blue eyes were the first thing I noticed when we met. Well, that and the motorcycle." The two women laughed together.

"My boyfriend has a motorcycle." Elena said still smiling.

"You have a boyfriend?" Jules asked and Elena pulled out her cell phone.

"Yeah, his name is Edmund. I'll show you a picture."

"Your father's name is Edward." Jules said and grabbed the phone that the girl was handing her.

"That's weird." Elena said scrunching up her nose. Jules started laughing when she saw the picture.

"That could be a picture of your father when he was younger. Same dark hair, leather jacket, motorcycle, the mysterious look. Let me guess he's a cop?" Jules asked handing the phone back.

"A firefighter." Elena said with a sheepish smile.

"I have some pictures of your dad when we were younger if you'd like to see them." Jules offered hesitantly.

"I would love to! Do you know where I could find him? I devoted most of my time to finding you and I haven't looked all that hard for him yet." The two women were interrupted by the sound of the team's men coming back from their workout. Loud and boisterous.

"Excuse me, just a second." Jules said, standing from her chair and opening the door.

"Of course." Elena replied watching her stand halfway out the door.

"Ed, can you come here, please?" Jules asked.

"Of course." Ed said leaving the boys behind to relive the training session. "What's up?" He asked softly when he got closer.

"Did Greg tell you who my visitor was?" Jules asked just as softly.

"No just that you needed to go. Why?"

"It's Elena Morse."

"She's here?" Ed stage whispered. "Can I see her?"

"Of course. She wanted to meet us both." Jules said. She opened the door wide for them to both enter but was stopped from closing it when Ed froze in the doorway.

"Elena, this is Edward Lane. Ed, this is Elena Morse, our daughter."