A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed, I appreciate it so much. Second, this chapter has some foul language in it, just a warning. If anyone has any questions about trafficking, please feel free to PM me.

Sean stood at the entrance to his father's basement, pacing back and forth; a hot cup of tea in his hands. It had just been a few minutes ago that he had confronted his father, told him that he knew about the woman in the basement. And at seventeen years old, he had made the toughest choice of his life, he had given his father an ultimatum. And to Sean's surprise, his father had agreed under one condition- Sean had to leave the house.

He had watched his father, his former hero jump into the pickup truck and head off, he knew he would have to leave soon as well; the FBI would undoubtedly be at the house before the evening was over.

But he couldn't. He couldn't just leave her; not in the condition she was in. And who was to say his father was really doing as he promised? Sean shook his head, anger suddenly took over him. That bastard! How long had his father been pretending to be a good guy; to be a man? All while keeping a young woman locked in his basement. To hell with him, with his fake life, Sean knew he was on his own now; that regardless if his father went to the FBI or not, Sean would not be seeing him for a long while.

So with a deep breath, he grabbed a blanket and opened the door to the basement. It was pure coincidence that he had found the woman, Sean lived with his mother and rarely visited his father but had stopped by after school to pick up some old hockey equipment. His father hadn't been home and after looking everywhere, he had decided to try the basement.

Now, he was here; all because his friend needed a hockey mask.

"Ma'am?" He called out to her, not wanting to frighten her like he had the first time. "Ma'am, it's alright, I am not going to hurt you." He promised, slowing his pace as he neared her. She sat in the exact same spot he had found her in, huddled in a corner. "Here," He held out his hands to show he meant no harm. "I just bought you some tea and a blanket." He crouched down next to her, holding the items out but not forcing them upon her.

The look in her eyes made him feel secure in his decision not to leave her. She was tired, she was scared, she almost looked like she had given up. And for a brief moment he wondered if he should just take her to the hospital himself?

Reality quickly caught up to him and he realized the last thing he wanted was to be caught in the car with a missing woman. That would not go well, so his only options were to call emergency services or wait until his father contacted the FBI.

He thought about it, and looked at the woman, how she was bleeding and her eyes couldn't seem to focus. His high school health class had recently gone over head injuries and he knew they were serious and was beginning to wonder if this woman had one. She wasn't talking to him, wasn't even making eye contact but then again that could be a result of fear instelled by his father.

"Ma'am," He stood up and cringed as she shrank back even further into the wall. "Ma'am, if it's alright with you, I'd like to help you upstairs." He didn't suspect any answer so he continued. "My name is Sean and I am sorry for what has happened to you, but I want to get you help." He lowered his voice again. "I promise I am not going to hurt you, but it's too cold in this basement for you and when I call the police, the last thing I want is them to find you in even worse condition. May I help you upstairs, ma'am?" He held out his hand, and waited for her to take it.

He watched as she licked her lips and then a thought occurred to him. There was no way she was going to trust him, so he reached into his pocket and handed her his cell phone, giving her control.

"I have no intentions of hurting you, ma'am, I just want to help."

He stood back up, "Can I get your name?"

If he had been suprised by finding a woman in his father's basement, what she said next almost floored Sean. "Jennifer. Jennifer Jareau."

An FBI agent, his father had kidnapped a fucking FBI agent. Sean had recognized her name almost immediately, after all she had been all over the news. Even some of his classmates had talked about the case, who the hell would kidnap a federal agent? Apparently, his father would.

Now, he stood outside his home waiting for what was sure to be an onslaught of cops. He had made the call two minutes ago and promised the operator that he would be waiting outside for the first responders.

He had not been able to convince Jennifer to let him help her out, so when the shaking stopped and Jennifer began to vomit he made the decision not to wait for his father, and he called 911. He had told the operator exactly what he knew, that he had discovered the missing FBI agent, alive, in his father's basement and that his father had gone to turn himself in; but he wasn't sure if he would be back.

He was standing there now five minutes later, when two squad cars pulled up, no lights no sirens, an ambulance came up behind them.

"You don't believe me, do you?" He spoke as soon as the first cop stepped out of the car.

"That you've got a woman locked in your basement? And you willingly called us to report it? No, but I am required by law to check anyway." The older officer grabbed Sean by the collar. "C'mon kid, show me where this woman is."

Sean wanted nothing more than to criticize this officer, how dare he not believe him! Of course, Sean had had his run ins with the law, truancy mainly. And in a small town, one run in with one officer tended to spread to the entire department.

Knowing that Jennifer needed the officer, more than the officer needed Sean's mouth, he kept it shut and lead the officer to the basement door. "Look, she is beyond terrified." Sean explained.

"Sure." The officer patted Sean on the shoulder, almost laughing as he descended the stairs. The call out itself was a damn joke, a waste of his time. Like hell there was a woman, let alone the missing FBI agent locked in the basement. Once he had done his glance over, he would take Sean in for a drug test.

All that came crashing down however, when Officer Oliver shined his light beam right into the blue eyes of Agent Jennifer Jareau. He knew without a doubt that the agent had been found and as he approached her he got on his radio. "Get the medics in here now, I need a supervisor." he paused. "We need the FBI."