"This is a joke." Laura demanded angrily. She pushed past Sam, fingers fumbling as she tried to unlock the car.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I assure you it is not." Sam insisted, confusedly looking between Laura and Jules. "DO something." He mouthed anxiously to Jules, as the seething Laura wrenched at the door handle.

She did nothing. Forced to act, he slapped his hand against the car door, keeping it closed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But we need to find your daughter as quickly as possible. We need to speak with you for a moment." Sam maintained a calm tone. "It is absolutely imperative." He glanced over at Jules. "Anytime you want to jump in Jules." Clearly she knew the woman.

"Listen. Laura-Jean…" Jules started.

"It's Laura now." The woman said, viciously. She glared at Sam, who continued to hold the door of her vehicle shut.

"Listen, Laura. I'm really sorry about … the stuff before. You have no idea how much I regret that. But we're trying to help you. And your daughter Emmaline. We really just want to help. Laura, we just want to help you." Jules said.

"You're lying. I don't believe you." Laura jerked the door angrily.

"I don't blame you, Laura. I was really cruel to you."

"What do you want from me?" Laura said, suddenly tired. "What more do you want?"

Sam's gazed darted between the two women. He was completely baffled. Women. Honestly. They'd be the absolute death of him.

He shook his head. This had gone too far. "Laura Blackmore, your daughter was abducted from her school at 3:05 this afternoon. If we have any chance of finding her alive we need to talk to you right now. Regardless of how you feel about my colleague we are here to help you, but more importantly to help your daughter. Do you understand?"

Laura took a deep breath. And then another. "Yes. Yes I understand. You should come inside. I'll try to tell you anything you need." She briskly strode back up the steps to her apartment.

Jules felt a little sick. More than a little sick, if she were being completely honest. She thought she'd left those memories in the past, far, far away. She'd started her life over, set herself on the right path. Then it blindsided her with the force of a semi-truck, sending her swerving off path.

"Jesus, Jules, what the hell was that?" Sam asked. Concerned by her sickly pallor he strode over. He wasn't sure what to do - he wanted to hug her - to tell her it was okay. But they were on the job and he'd lost the right to touch her like that when she'd ended things. So, fighting that protective urge, he stood awkwardly in front of her.

The speedometer read 140 km/hr. The dark-haired boy beside her gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, pale face shocked and, for once, frightened. Neither of them spoke. Oh god, oh god. Let us get there in time. Oh my god. What have I done? Jesus Christ. I swear, god, I swear that if this ends okay I will stop this. I will stop this craziness. I swear. After tonight this is over. Just … let me get there…

God Jules. Pull it TOGETHER. She snapped back.

"I just need a minute Sam." She said, sucking in a deep breath. He watched her pull herself together. It was impressive. Her ability to just gather everything up under that façade of strength. Jules was taught never to be vulnerable, and so she pulled and tugged and hemmed it all in.

"You go ahead. I just need one minute. To clear my head."

Sam sent her a confused and worried look before following Laura. Something seriously strange was going down.