"Greg, what do you mean? Where are they now?" A lump rises in my throat, tears are brimming and my heart is racing.

"Sara, I'm so sorry. I don't know where they are. I just turned around to see if our table was ready. When I turned back to them - they were gone. The restaurant is looking for them right now. I've checked everywhere. I'm sorry." His voice breaking.

I lean against the wall, sliding down - unable to hold in my emotions. I sob for several minutes, the phone still pressed to my ear. Finally able to speak - "Greg, I'll be right there."

I grab Gil's medication from the cabinet above the sink in the bathroom and run out of the house and into the car. I race towards the MGM hotel. Just as I am about to turn onto Las Vegas Boulevard, my car - well Greg's car is propelled forward and into a green Subaru Outback. I look in the rearview mirror and see a black truck - maybe a Ford driven by a woman - who looks rather disoriented.

Shit! - I've been rear-ended. I don't have time for this. My girls are missing. I'm still clutching the steering wheel and I've bowed my head in thanks that I am relatively unscathed. I look back behind me and the truck isn't there. A hit and run - just makes my night even better. I pull my phone out and dial 911 -

"911 - What's your emergency?"

"I've been in an accident. I'm at the corner of Spring Mountain and the Strip. I don't have any injuries, but I don't know about the people in the car in front of me."

"The police are on their way. An ambulance has also been dispatched." - I close the phone.

My mind can't wrap around everything at once. I need to call Greg and Gil. And I probably should call Brass.

Gil's first. "Baby - my voice warbling, trying to keep it together. The girls are missing. Greg took them to the Rainforest Café - he turned around to check on the table and when he turned back around they were gone. I was on my way there and I got rear ended and managed to hit the car in front of me. The car that hit me took off. I'm fine - well physically anyway." Tears stream down my face and I'm unable to stop them. Gil whispers to me, partly to calm me down and probably partly because his head is still splitting. "Gil, I've got to call Greg - I told him I would be right there. I love you."

Punching redial on the phone I wait for Greg to answer. "Sanders."

"Greg, I've been in an accident. I'm sorry - your car is probably totaled. No, no - I'm fine. I just want to get there and find my girls. I have to at least wait for the cops to get here." I manage to fight back tears while on the phone with him.

My next call is to Brass - "Hey Cookie!" he answers.

"Jim - My girls are gone. Someone took them or something." And the tears are uncontrollable. "Greg was watching them and something happened. Gil's got a migraine - he's still at Mandalay Bay. I had went home and gotten his medication and was on the way back and got in a wreck. I'm fine - well you know, for being in a wreck and all. But right now - I just want my girls back."

"Sara - I'll be right there. I'll send Detective Curtis and Nick to Mandalay Bay. Everything will be fine - I promise. Stay on the phone with me, okay Cookie?"

"Jim - The police just got here. I think it would be best if I got off of the phone - I've got to tell them what happened."

A knock on my window startles me - even though I know the cops are here. Thankfully, it's Officer Metcalf. I roll the window down and hand over my license and the registration from the glove box - and then begin to explain why I'm in Greg's car. Before I can even finish the explanation, I hear sirens blaring in the background. Seconds later, Brass pulls up -

"Officer Metcalf - do you mind if I take Sara to look for her girls? I understand this is probably against policy - but really at this point I don't care if we all get fired."

Officer Metcalf nods and Brass takes me by the hand and walks me back to his car. We speed off - sirens still piercing the hot night air. "Kiddo - we're going to find the girls. They're going to be okay."

"Jim - they are four years old! They've never ran off - I can't believe this is happening. If something happens to them, I'll never forgive myself."

"Sara - they're going to be fine. We're going to find them." He keeps repeating this statement. I wonder if he's doing it more for me or him at this point.

We pull into the front of the MGM and I jump out of the car before Jim even has time to put it in park. Running in the door, I head directly to the restaurant. Greg is sitting there with his head in his hands. I reach out to him, gently patting him on the shoulder before whispering - "It's not your fault, Greg. Let's just find them."

I turn around to see an out of breath Jim, huffing up the corridor of the restaurant. If it had been any other scenario, I might have laughed but under these circumstances - I couldn't. I'm approached by several members of management from the restaurant, casino and the hotel. All of them assuring me that they have taken all the necessary security measures to make sure that no one is leaving without being questioned about the girls.

Several minutes later, Sophia and Nick arrive inside the restaurant , the first person they begin to question is Greg. My heart hurts - for him and my girls. Nick comes to my side, offering a hug and his promise to find them. While I'm standing there talking to Nick, my phone rings.

"Sidle-Grissom." I answer.

"Sara - the voice is eerily familiar. Your girls are safe - for now. Just as long as you follow my instructions."