When the jet landed in Boston, the team headed to their SUVs as quickly as they could. Morgan quickly got into the drivers' seat and waited for Emily to get in before stepping on the gas and heading straight towards the Schmidt family home.

"Emily." He started off.

"Don't." She protested before he had a chance to continue.

"Emily, listen."

"Derek. Please not right now."

"Look at me," He demanded, pulling the SUV to the side of the road and putting it in park.

Emily regretfully obliged and turned her head towards her partner, who was staring at her seriously.

"Emily. Whatever it is, you can trust me, okay? You can trust *us.* This team is your family. So whatever it is, and don't you say it's nothing, we are here for you. Got it?"

Emily nodded slowly as tears welled up in her eyes. In an attempt to keep them at bay, she quickly turned her head to look out the window.

"I know," She said weakly. "Let's find this guy."

Derek nodded and resumed the drive to the Schmidt's residence. He knew something was on his friend's mind, but he also knew it was best to leave it alone and allow her to open up on her own time.

Less than 15 minutes later the SUV pulled into the driveway of the Schmidt's home in South Boston. Emily let out a weak sigh as she got out of the car and followed Derek to the front door.

'Well, this is it.' She thought, taking a deep breath and stepping into the home behind her partner and walking to wear Mrs. Schmidt sat on the couch.

"Mrs. Schmidt?" Derek asked as he approached her. "Ma'am, I'm SSA Derek Morgan, this is my partner Emily. We're with the FBI's Behavior Analysis Unit. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter and take a look around if that's alright with you."

Mrs. Schmidt nodded, motioning for them to take a seat on the couch opposite her. She smiled weakly.

"Okay, what can you tell us about Alexandra?" Morgan began, glancing at Emily who was clearly uneasy. "What was she like?"

"Alexandra... She was the best kid I could have asked for. She had the biggest heart, and was so genuinely caring."

Emily smiled slightly, hearing these words about her daughter.

"But she knew how to put up walls to keep us out. She was strong-willed, very independent."

"And I hear she played soccer?" Emily asked, taking interest in her daughter who seemed just like her, minus the soccer thing.

"Yes, she was the best." Mrs. Schmidt nodded, "Extraordinarily talented and smart."

"Is your husband around?" Derek asked, in the hopes of asking to speak with him as well.

Mrs. Schmidt's smile faded into a frown as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"He... He was killed in a car accident three months ago. He was driving home from bringing Alex to her friend's house for a sleepover. His car was hit by a drunk driver who was going to wrong way on the highway."

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry." Emily choked out, placing a hand comfortingly over Mrs. Schmidt's.

"Alex loved him so much. Things just haven't been the same since he passed."

"Now, you mentioned to the police that Alex never made it home after soccer practice yesterday." Derek added, once again directing the conversation towards Alexandra. "Can you tell me her normal routine for after practice?"

Mrs. Schmidt nodded, "She was never late. When practice ended she would come straight home. We only live three blocks from the school, so she normally walked alone. When I returned home from work around 5pm, I noticed she was not home so I called her cell phone. There was no answer, and that's when I panicked."