##### Outside of Mikaela's apartment 1251 hrs ####

Everyone jumped out of the SUVs and ran to the back, grabbing their guns and kits.

"Jules, you're with me. Sam, what's the location and layout?" Greg asked looking at Sam seriously.

"I don't know." Sam shook his head in frustration. Nearly three weeks together and he hadn't been to her apartment. As he looked back on it, she always made some kind of excuse. "I haven't been up there. I know it's on the third floor, number 315."

Spike walked up and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. He showed Sam the layout on his PDA. "It's the corner unit right there." He pointed to the corner with a small alleyway between buildings.

Sam nodded. "Ok, Ed see if you can get a good view from the apartment or office in the next building over." He pointed to it.

Ed nodded and said, "copy." He was glad he was able to turn tactical over to Sam. He just hoped this worked out for Mikaela. He ran down the alleyway and into a side door into the building.

Peter saw the bald officer run into the alleyway through the glass door as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He ducked back and watched the man open the door to the stairs for the other building. Holy shit that was close, he thought. He crept out the door and slid along the brick wall the five feet to the dumpster. He had to hurry. He could see one of the black SUVs, but no other officers. Looked like a tactical team to him.

Who had she gotten involved with? He knew they'd be canvassing the area soon and he'd be out of luck. He looked in the dumpster and saw the heap of blankets. He pulled her out, blankets and all, as fast as he could. He jogged back to his car at the back of the building, but there was an officer there checking out his car. Damn it. He put her down and walked to his car.

He frowned and looked at the officer. "Is there a problem Sir?" He made his voice sound whiny.

"I need you to move your car right now. Do you live in this building? Do you have ID?" The tall blonde with his pd cap on said authoritatively.

"Ok. No problem." Peter put his hands up and moved towards his car. He watched as the officer moved towards the alley and noticed the pile of blankets. Peter rolled his eyes. He knew with the other officers were close by so he couldn't fire his gun. Guess it'll have to be hands on, he thought. He turned and placed the man in a sleeper hold. He waited while the man fought silently then finally passed out.

He rushed to the blankets, picked them up and threw them onto the floor of the backseat. He reached in, found and uncovered her head and put a piece of duct tape over her mouth. He had pulled it from the roll on a clip on his belt. He put the blanket back over her and wound duct tape around her neck. He found her hands and duct taped those too. He heard the officer's radio asking for someone named William if they found anything. He had to go. Now.

Peter shut the door to the back and climbed in the driver side. He started the car and slowly backed out of the parking space. He slowly pulled out of the lot and took a left down the street. He made several more turns before he got on the highway and headed towards the edge of the city. He hadn't expected the cops to show up so now he needed to find somewhere quiet where they could be alone.

He saw a sign for the business district and smiled. There were always empty buildings, having been sold and not developed for one reason or another. He just had to find the right one.

Sam turned to Spike. He really hated to ask, but he knew it was necessary. "See what you can find on Mikaela's background. Associates, family, whatever there is. Lew, I need you on outside entry. Go to the roof and repel down to the window on the alley side and wait for my signal. Wordy, you're with me on entry." Sam looked around and wondered if he forgot anything until Jules stepped in front of him.

"You ok?" Jules looked him in the eye. She could see the fear and concern in the blue pools.

Sam looked up at the building and back at Jules. "Yep." He could see that she knew the truth, but he couldn't deal with it right now. The victim needed their help. "Ed?"

"In position across the way. No joy. I can't see anyone through either window." Ed looked through his scope and reported.

"Boss? Anyone talking?" Sam looked towards the people gathered on the sidewalk, residents that were home.

"They heard yelling and a thump. Silence after that until the PD did the evac." Greg looked towards Sam.

"We're coming to you." Sam signaled Wordy and Jules to follow him. "Anything Spike?"

Spike was looking at the screen, squinting and typing. He took a breath. Crap, this is not good, he thought. "No. I can't find anything on Mikaela Greene with an e on the end. Maybe I'm spelling her first name wrong?"

"M-I-k-a-e-l-a. DOB 7/15/89." Sam said looking back at the truck.

Spike typed it in again, but shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, nothing."

Sam looked up at the building. Who is she, he thought. "No Greenes spelled with or without the e at the end with that DOB? Even if you change your name, you don't stray too far from your actual birthday. Check for people born the month before or after."

"Ok. May have a big result." Spike started typing.

"Let's go." Sam moved to the door into the building. Wordy opened it while Jules and Greg covered. They moved inside and walked slowly and carefully up the stairs. They reached the third floor and moved along the landing to 315.

Greg got the phone number from Sam and dialed. They could hear it ringing inside, but no answer.

"Lew, Ed, any movement?" Sam whispered.

"No joy." Ed answered. He watched Lew, who was standing on the ledge between two windows edge to the window and peer in.

"No movement." Lew whispered.

"Lew, get ready. We go hard entry on my signal." Sam said. His heart started pounding as the adrenaline pumped through his system.

Lew kept his position, pulled a small explosive disk from the kit attached to his vest and placed it on the window. "Ready."

"3, 2, 1. Go!" Sam whispered.

Wordy swung the ram and busted open the door. Sam, Greg and Jules moved forward and Wordy followed after he dropped the ram. At the same time, Lew set off the explosive and shattered the glass. He jumped through the hole with his gun up. They all started yelling, "SRU! Show me your hands." "SRU! Freeze!" Jules moved around the corner, covered by Greg and cleared the kitchen. She turned and met gazes with Lew.

"Kitchen's clear." Jules said.

"Living room clear." Lew looked around. It was a little messy, but not bad. There were a few pieces of clothing thrown over the back of the couch and a bunch of magazines on the coffee table.

Sam and Wordy cleared the bathroom and then met up with Greg and moved to the next door. Lew and Jules stayed behind them. Sam counted down and they kicked opened the door. The room was empty. Sam moved into the room and went to the closet door.

When Greg was ready, he pulled open the door. Empty. "Clear." Sam kicked at the bottom of the closet and hit a box. "Dammit!" It tipped up on it's side and a bunch of stuff spilled out. Sam cursed under his breath and squatted down to pick up the stuff.

"Sam. I got about 50 hits on the name Greene with both spellings and birthdays between June and August. None have the first name Mikaela with any spelling variations." Spike sighed. "Sorry buddy."

"It's ok." Sam said distractedly.

Greg sat on the bed. "What's in there?"

Sam started picking up the items. A passport under the name Mikaela Greene with the same birthday she had given him. Her driver's license. There was a bunch of jewelry, and pictures. He picked the pictures up and looked through them. There were pictures of a smiling family, mom, dad, and two young girls. Both girls had brown hair and green eyes. The older girl looked like Mikaela, but the hair was really different. It was short, curly and brown.

The next picture showed the girls, the smaller girl on Mikaela's shoulders. It was bright and sunny in the background and he could see a pool behind them. The next was folded on one side. It was another family photo, but the little girl was gone and so were their smiles. He unfolded it and saw a different man with his arm around the woman, a big grin on his face and a shotgun in the other hand. He handed that one to Greg.

"Not so happy family." Greg commented.

"No. Definitely not." Sam said, although it was hard to keep the anger from his voice. There was a bunch of souvenirs, tickets to a Dallas Cowboys football game from a couple years ago. He looked at those closely. It was for in Dallas. "Spike. Check for any Greenes in the Dallas, Texas area with the birthday range."

"Texas?" Spike frowned.

"Yup. Found a ticket stub for a Cowboys game in Dallas. Long way to fly for a football game." Sam had reached the bottom of the box, but it didn't coincide with the depth of the box.

"You've got it." Spike started typing.

Jules picked up the mask next to the bed. "Did you know she has sleep apnea?"

Sam looked at Jules and shook his head, his eyes conveying his confusion and anger.

Wordy opened the medicine cabinet and inhaled sharply. Oh shit, this is not good, he thought. He picked up one of the bottles.

Lew had stayed in the small hall when they went in the room to give them room to search for answers. He leaned to the side and looked at Wordy who showed him the bottle.

"Wordy?" Greg called. He had heard the sudden intake of breath and it sent off an alarm in his head.

Wordy looked at Lew, then said, "found some pills in here, Toprol and Mirtazapine. Both prescribed to Mikaela Greene over a year ago."

"Checking." Spike said. "Ok, Toprol is for people with," he looked up, fear in his eyes, "a heart condition. Uh, Mirtazapine is used to treat major depression." Spike's heart dropped. It could be dangerous for Mikaela or whoever she was to miss a dose. His heart went out to Sam. He knew it couldn't be easy for him to hear this.

Sam shook his head at Greg's questioning look. No he didn't know. He didn't know this girl at all. Greg put a hand on his shoulder.

Lew looked towards the front door and noticed the locks. He went to them and looked at them. Three deadbolts. "The front door has three deadbolts on it. She was afraid of something or someone." He observed.

Greg looked up at the bedroom door, a deadbolt. "Deadbolt on the bedroom door too."

Sam looked up at the door. Damn. Someone had her really scared. So if her apartment was always so locked up, how did someone get in?

Jules turned and looked at the window behind her. Someone had to find another way in. "Here." She closed her eyes. Not secure enough, she thought. The fire escape was right outside the window which probably appealed because it could be a quick escape. "The window lock is on, but there are pry marks here. Someone wanted into this room in a bad way."

Sam shook his head and looked down at the box. He saw something in the corner of the box and touched it. He heard a click and a small door flipped open.

"Guys?" Spike heard the click. Never a good sound.

"No harm. There's a false bottom in the memory box I'm looking at." Sam sighed as he pulled out a driver's license from Texas and a passport. "Spike, I've got another name for you, Karen Greensby, DOB 6/15/89."