Steve waited at the parking lot on a bench near a light pole. Diana came with Carlos, Jason, Ponch, Jon, and Chris.

Diana started to walk out into the open while the others stayed hidden to watch the scene until they knew when to come out.

They saw a hairy, dirty potbellied man, not at all like what they had seen in the picture on Facebook.

Carlos cringed, he didn't like letting Diana get involved. He watched carefully as she approached, she'd always wanted to do undercover work before. She looked shocked when she saw the man.

"You're…you're not the guy I'm looking for," she said.

"Oh yes, Brianna I am," he said standing up.

"No, the guy I'm looking for has sandy blonde hairy and beady blue eyes. He doesn't have a potbelly like you do!"

"Brianna, Brianna, Brianna," he said shaking his head. "Ever heard of lies? Fake profiles?" he started as he came near her.

"Yes as a matter of fact we have. You're under arrest, Steve Benson," Carlos said coming out of the shadows. He knew the man from a previous encounter.

Steve saw Carlos, and other officers suddenly he knew this was a set up. He target glanced to a nearby car. Diana caught him in the act of it, and looked at Carlos.

"He's gonna run."

Carlos had a hand on his gun but it wasn't pulled out yet. "Put your hands where I can see them!" he ordered.

Steve took off running.

Carlos took off after him, Jason hot on his heels. Soon Steve had been tackled to the ground and handcuffed. "You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Jordan Baker and Talea Poncherello," Carlos began.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" Jason said.

Steve nodded. "Yeah."

Before Jason could go on, Jon came up and grabbed Steve by the collar. "Where is my daughter? What did you do to her?" he asked anger and fear in his voice.

Steve was shaking. "She's…she's back at my house. About to leave with my friend Daryl, they're going to Texas."

"Texas?"

Steve didn't speak after that.

"Talk to me," Jon said shaking the man.

"I don't have to speak to you, pig!" he shouted spitting on Jon.

Ponch came rushing over to Jon. "Jon, he's been organizing a big sex trade we gotta get there fast if we wanna get those girls out in time and catch those other guys," Ponch said.

Carlos and Jason were burning with anger, as they followed their fathers out to a house not too far away. They saw Talea and Jordan being pushed around and thrown into the back of a dirty van. A few other girls were in it too.

"Freeze!" Jason yelled pulling his gun out. "The place is surrounded let the girls go, come out with your hand up," he ordered.

One of the guys started to come out, but then grabbed the girl closest to him, which happened to be Talea. She screamed as a knife was brought to her throat. "Back off or the girl dies!"

Ponch and Carlos had fear expressed all over them. What were they gonna do?

"Dad!" Talea screamed wanting desperately to be with her father.

"Talea, it's gonna be ok, he won't hurt you," Ponch assured her.

"And you're sure of that?" the man said bring the knife closer.

"Yes…yes I am," Ponch said a renewed faith that she would be ok when he saw that Diana had been able to sneak up behind the guy. She held a heavy rock, she told Talea on the count of three she needed to move. She quietly counted to three and when she yelled three the man moved the knife suddenly hearing them, Talea ran and suddenly a large rock was brought down on the guys head and he fell to the ground knocked out cold.

Talea ran and fell into her fathers arms just sobbing. "Oh Dad, I'll never do this again," she cried.

"Honey, hey it's ok," he said.

Soon more girls came out of the dirty van, among the girls was Jordan Baker. Jon ran to his daughter as she ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him as tears pooled from her eyes.

Jason, Chris, and Carlos took care of arresting the men there and soon the scene was cleared up. The young ladies were returned to their homes.

"Jordan!" Brandi exclaimed enveloping her daughter in a tight hug. "I was worried sick about you!"

"Mom, I…I…it was awful!" Jordan said crying.

Across the street at the Poncherello home was a similar reunion. As Talea entered the house she was soon greeted by her mother. "Talea!" she exclaimed. She pulled her daughter into a hug that lasted for what seemed like years, but neither one cared.

"Oh mom, I…I was so stupid!" Talea said.

"Honey, it's ok. You're not stupid," Nikki told her daughter.

"You're not stupid, you just made a mistake," Carlos cut in. "You saw it, many other girls fell into that same trap. It's not that you're stupid…we just…well we never properly trained you before turning you loose out there," Carlos finished then looked at his dad was very pleased in how his son had put it.

"That was exactly what I was gonna say," he said.

They all started to laugh. Talea hugged Carlos tightly before heading to her room where she found the bed had been messed up, at first she was going to blame her mother but when she found an ID tag that had fallen out of Carlos's pocket she knew who it was. "CARLOS!" she yelled. And just like that the normal sibling bickering had resumed.