Sara and Nicole drove up to Pine Hills Retirement Home. According to the report, Jennifer's grandmother, Helen, raised her. She became concerned when Jennifer had not come to see her in a couple weeks. Nicole reviewed the report as Sara drove into the parking lot. Pine Hills consisted of five small buildings. The building Helen was in was bright red. "There's a color I don't wanna see when I wake up." Nicole said as she and Sara got out of the car.

Nicole and Sara entered the bright red building and were immediately greeted by an elderly man. He seemed to think that Nicole was his daughter. "Serena, when are you going to let me see my grandson?" He was very thin and he was in a wheel chair.

"Uhh…." She didn't know what to say. She looked at Sara for help, but she just shrugged.

"Why do you hate me?" He began to sob.

"Oh, please don't cry." Nicole patted his back, while Sara went to get someone.

She returned with two nurses, one man and one woman. They both wore shirts with designs. Her shirt had some of the characters from Sesame Street. His shirt looked like abstract art. The man bent down until he was the same height as the old man. "It's okay, George. Remember? Serena and Matt are coming tomorrow."

George stopped sobbing. "Can you help me make something in the art room?"

The nurse smiled. "Sure, come on." He wheeled him out of the room.

The other nurse looked at Nicole and Sara. "Can I help you?"

They took out their badges and Nicole spoke. "I'm Special Agent Nicole Scott and this is my partner, Special Agent Sara Drew, F.B.I. We're here to talk to Helen Grant about her granddaughter."

"Oh, did you find Jenny? Is she okay?" the nurse asked, quickly.

"No, we haven't." Sara spoke up. "Are you close with her?"

She sat in the nearest chair. "She comes by nearly everyday. No one else in their family comes by. Helen is sick with worry. I can't get her to get out of bed." She stood up. "Follow me." They followed her down the hallway. Halfway down, they stopped at room forty-five. The door was already open, so they went in. "Helen? There are F.B.I. agents here to see you. They want to talk to you about Jenny."

The frail women sat up. "Did you find my baby?"

"No, Ms. Grant, I'm sorry." Nicole responded.

"Are you up to a few questions?" Sara asked.

"I already answered the detectives' questions." The woman answered.

"We think that Jennifer's disappearance may be connected to the kidnapping of Special Agent Jess Mastriani." Nicole informed her.

"I've never heard of her. I don't think Jenny knows her."

"We don't think so either." Nicole said. "Her boyfriend may be involved with our agents kidnapping."

Helen frowned. "I told Jenny that boy was trouble. But she didn't listen and now she won't leave him because he got her pregnant."

"What kind of trouble is he?" Sara asked.

"He has a criminal record, He shows up at Jenny's at all hours of the night, and he even came here and cursed at me."

"What was he arrested for?" Nicole asked, recording everything in her notepad.

"Stealing, drugs, and assault, I think."

"Ms. Grant, I'm sorry, I have to ask. Does Jenny do drugs with Jacob?" Nicole hated asking that question.

Helen went from looking sad and worried to furious. "How dare you! How dare you come in here and accuse Jenny of such things!" She yelled.

"We didn't mean to upset you." Sara tried to calm her.

"Get out!" The old woman demanded.

"How did it go at the retirement home?" Antonio asked when Sara and Nicole returned to headquarters.

"Before we questioned Ms. Grant or after?" Sara asked, sarcastically.

"Did it go that badly?" Pollock asked as he walked in.

"She freaked out after I asked if Jenny did drugs." Nicole responded.

He nodded. "Okay, Agents, I want you to-."

He was interrupted when Antonio's cell phone rang. "Cortes." Everyone listened in. "Okay, on our way." He hung up. "Reported sightings of Resting and Jennifer. Two different locations."

"Okay, Drew with Scott and McNeil with Cortes. Go!"

The four agents raced to the elevator.

Collin and Antonio showed up at a rundown roadside motel. They walked up to the service window, but no one was there. Antonio tapped on the small bell on the windowsill. "Hello? Anyone there?" he called.

"What?" A cranky middle-aged man came to the window.

They took out their badges. "I'm Special Agent Collin McNeil and this is Special Agent Antonio Cortes, Department of Justice and F.B.I. Have you seen these two? Antonio handed him the picture of Jennifer and Resting as Collin spoke.

"Room 203." He said, giving the picture back to Antonio.

Nicole and Sara approached a long alley. It looked clear, but they drew their guns and went in. It was littered and smelled gross. Sara wondered why anyone would hideout here. Nicole learned to stop wondering things even before she joined the F.B.I. About a quarter of a quarter of a mile down the alley split into two. "Okay, you keep going straight and I'll go right." Nicole said. Sara nodded and they split up.

Collin knocked on the door of room 203. "Room service."

The door opened and a pregnant woman came out. It was Jennifer Grant! "Aren't you supposed to have cleaning carts?"

They take out their badges, again. "F.B.I. and Department of Justice, can you come with us?" Antonio asked.

"Please, please, don't let him hurt us!" she sobbed, hysterically.

"You and Resting?" asked Collin.

"No, me and my baby." She said, still sobbing.

Collin and Antonio nodded to each other.

Sara's gun stayed in her hands and was turning her body, slowly, in all directions, pointing her gun in front of her. She saw nothing, but stayed alert. Out of nowhere, something hit her hard in the back of her head and she accidentally fired her weapon. She gasped in pain and hit the ground face first.