Disclaimer-I still don't own anything, please don't sue me.

Note-I've heard people get concerned over the way I portrayed Mrs. Hanson. Just to clear it up, I tried to write her as a woman who is going through a tough time and did something she thought she had to do to make everything better. Hope that kinda clears stuff up!

Another note-yes, I know I already know I put the above note in the last chapter. My literary partner suggested I put it here too, she's weird like that. Whatever, enjoy!

The nightmare left a shadow over Tom the next day which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the squad. Hanson acted a certain way when something was bothering him. He had a way of acting like the most pissed off guy you've ever seen, almost like a teenage boy instead of the full grown man that he was. But this time he didn't seem pissed, he seemed sad.

"I dunno, Tom isn't the kind of guy to walk around all depressed. He thinks that people would see him as weak."

Judy looked up at Doug. Doug had been especially worried about Tom. They were working a case together and he was the first to notice that Tom was acting strange. Judy just sighed.

"I don't know Doug. Usually when Tom's upset he just wants to be left alone. Maybe we should just let him deal with it."

"Yeah, maybe…." Doug absently replied, Judy knowing that he thought the exact opposite of what she said. Doug was sweet, but sometimes a guy just needs to be left alone. Then almost on cue Tom walked in, the sad and dazed look still swimming in his eyes as he sat down at his desk. Also on cue Doug walked straight over to Tom's desk and stared him down.

"Hey man, what's wrong? You've been acting sad all day and all day you've just been moping around."

Tom slowly raised his head. "Doug, I'm just not in the greatest mood right now." He tried to look like he was absorbed with signing the paperwork that lay on his desk, but Doug just stayed there. Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something else I can help you with?" he asked sarcastically.

"No…I'm fine." Even Doug knew when he was beat. He returned to his respective desk and looked through his own papers with a slight look of disappointment in his face. Tom had to give a slight grin. It was nice of Doug that he was concerned, but sometimes he just doesn't know when to leave a guy alone. The memory from the dream flooded him again and he felt like the blood in his veins had been replaced with ice. How the fuck could some girl he didn't even know effect him like this? Maybe it's that whole family instinct. Or maybe he was just sensitive. Whatever it was, all he wanted to do was see her, just once, to met her and see what had become of the sister he never knew. Damn, he thought that those kinds of feelings were just the kind of things script writers for movies make for a sappy story. Guess not……

"Hey, did you guys update the computers yet?"

Judy looked up at Ioki with a look of confusion on her face. "I didn't think we had to update them."

"Well we do. The police department down here has this new program that they think will help out with certain types of cases that have to do with adopted children."

Tom looked up, suddenly interested. "What is it? What does it do?"

"It's some kind of database that keeps records of adoption cases around America. It keeps case files from the adoption process, shows the current locations of the adopted kids, the families they were originally from, stuff like that."

"Sounds like it could be useful." Judy said. No one noticed Tom hold his pencil so tight that his knuckles turned white. "How does this thing work?" he asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"You just type in the name of the kid in question, the name of their adoptive parents, or the names of the original parents and the database will pull up anything with those names in them. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," Tom said, nervous energy flowing through him like electricity, "really cool."

Okay, this was short, but there IS more to come!!!!!!!!!!!! Check back!