Sonny tossed his ballpoint pen away from him with a frustrated groan and leaned as far back in his desk chair as he could without tipping over. A headache was forming right over his eyes from reading so many damn legal documents; the way the words swam before his eyes made him empathize with Stone's dyslexia even more. "Why do I have to sign all of these, Diane?" he mumbled impatiently. "Can't you just stamp them or something?"

"Why yes, in fact, I can—if you'd like to be arrested!" The lawyer's voice fairly oozed with sarcasm as she folded her arms impatiently. "Now, if you'd prefer to remain free as a bird then I'd suggest you finish signing—" Diane slammed the pen back onto Sonny's desk—"and let me be on my way to a fabulous night with my leading man."

"Uh, how about I sign these and pretend you never said that last part, deal?" Sonny flashed Diane a quick grin and sorted through the papers again. "What the hell does my signature have to do with anything, anyway?"

With an irritated sigh, Diane leaned against the desk. "Let's just say your signature is worthy quite a bit of money these days—Sonny, is that your phone?"

After a moment, Sonny cursed and leapt to his feet. "Sure is! Thanks, Diane—Hello?"

Then Sonny's heart nearly stopped in his chest. For the second time in a month, the mother of his child was sobbing into the phone.

"Sonny…Sonny, it's me…"

"Alexis?" Behind Sonny, Diane frowned and leaned forward. Sonny held the phone closer to his ear. "I can barely hear you. What's—you're crying. What happened?"

For a second, Sonny wondered if Alexis might not be hyperventilating. Then, the lawyer managed to get ahold of herself enough to gasp, "It's Kristina, Sonny. I can't find her anywhere, and neither can Molly or Nikolas or Lucky or Jason. She's gone!"

"What? Wha—how long has she been gone, a couple of hours?"

"No! Two days!"

"What?" Diane scrambled backward in alarm as Sonny's grip on the back of his chair tightened dangerously. "Kristina—my daughter's been missing for two days and you haven't bothered to tell me? What the hell were you thinking, Alexis?"

Alexis was hyperventilating now; in the background, Sonny could hear a high-pitched voice pleading with her. Then, Molly's voice echoed through the phone. "Uncle Sonny?"

"Molly. Molly, sweetie, what happened to your sister? You got to tell me!" Sonny said urgently. Diane threw her hands in the air and pulled out her own cell phone when Sonny ignored her frantic arm-waving.

When Molly finally spoke, her voice was soft and strained. "I don't know. I went to her room the other night to ask her if I could borrow her sweater, the purple one that I like because it's the color of royalty, and she wasn't there! Her window was open and her car was gone, so Mom and I just thought she ran off to see Michael or Johnny or Ethan like she does sometimes when she's stressed. Then she didn't come home, and Jason came over looking for the Ace of Cyberspace—"

Sonny's face twisted furiously at the thought of his daughter out somewhere with the hacker. "Is he with her? Is Spinelli with her?"

"I don't know! I don't know where she is! They—Jason, I mean—he went to the police station and filed a missing persons report so the police would help him search, but no one really knows what to do! She didn't even take her cell phone with her!"

"Dammit!—not you, sweetie," Sonny amended quickly. "Listen, Molly, I'm coming over now, okay?"

Molly sniffled. "Okay…please hurry. Mom needs you. I need you!"

"Shh. All right. All right. I'll be there in a little bit, right? Love you. Bye.—Goddamn! Damn, damn, damn!"

"Sonny!"

Sonny slammed his fist into the wall and gasped when the plaster sliced through his fingers. Then, shakily, he dropped his phone onto the desk and collapsed into the chair with his head in his hands. God, not Kristina. Not my little girl. Not my girl. Not my girl! Stone, why didn't you warn me, dammit? Why didn't you warn me this was going to happen?

"Sonny?"

"Boss?"

Sonny's head snapped up. Max and Diane were watching him worriedly. With a groan, Sonny jumped to his feet again and pulled on his suit coat. "C'mon. Kristina's missing! We got to get to Alexis's."

As Max headed out to get the limo, Diane caught Sonny by the wrists. The lawyer's eyes burned with a fire that Sonny had only seen once before, when she had faced down Clare Walsh in a courtroom. "You listen to me, Sonny Corinthos, and you listen as well as that one-track mind of yours will let you. I know you're worried about Kristina, but this isn't Alexis's fault. If you hurt my friend," Diane shook one manicured nail at him threateningly, "I will make you pay. Do you understand me?"

With a snort, Sonny jerked out of Diane's grasp and hurried to the front gate. "Only person I'm planning on hurting," he snarled as he threw open the door to the limo and climbed in, "is the person who took my daughter away from me."

"Alexis? What's up?"

"You need to get to the ER. Kristina's been beat up again."

"We're here, boss."

Max's quiet voice jolted Sonny back to reality. The mob boss stared out the window towards Alexis's house for a moment. Then, even through the bulletproof glass, he could hear the front door slamming open as Molly barreled toward the limo.

Sonny quickly opened the door and began, "Hey, Molly—"

"Daddy!"

It was only after Molly had flung her arms around Sonny's neck and clung to him for a full minute that she seemed to realize her mistake. Quickly, she pulled back and scrubbed at her tearstained face. "Uncle Sonny, I—I'm scared."

So'm I, baby girl. "Hey, hey." Sonny caught both of Molly's slender hands in his own bigger ones; then, before the girl could protest, he swung her onto his back and stood up. As he did, his gaze caught the line of cars and police cruisers that already circled the house. "Who else is here?"

Molly tightened her grip on Sonny's shoulders as he began to walk to the front door. "Sam, Mac, Robin and Emma, Diane, Nikolas and Spencer, Elizabeth and Cameron and Jake and Buzz—I mean, Aiden…Uncle Sonny, I'm so sorry."

With a frown, Sonny pulled Molly off his back and set her gently on the front stoop. When he crouched in front of her, his niece stubbornly avoided his gaze. "What? Molly, nobody's blaming you for what's happening to Kristina, right? You're safe. We got you; nobody's going to hurt you, and now we're going to find your sister and bring her back."

"I know." Molly bit her lip as if to hold back an errant thought. When she finally spoke again, Sonny got the feeling that she wasn't saying what she wanted to say. "I'm…I'm sorry I called you 'Dad'. That wasn't fair to you. I just sometimes slip up because I hear Kristina talk about you so much."

At that, Sonny shook his head. "Oh, sweetie. You don't have to apologize for that! I wish I were your daddy," he added in an undertone as he pulled Molly into a hug. The warm weight on his lap reminded him of little Kristina curled in her hospital bed the first time he met her as his daughter; he had to exhale, hard, to keep the world from closing in on him. "Okay, let's go inside. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Molly reached up and grasped Sonny's hand. He carefully pulled her to her feet and led her inside, trying to savor every moment her hand was in his. Then he caught sight of the two cops who were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the sofa and did a double take.

Luke and me?

"Dad!"

"Dante."