Thanks Chloe for your inspiration to keep writing. I wish I could have gotten this out sooner but I'm also trying to balance school work as well, and sadly school work comes first.

It's sad she knows this, but in passing, she had seen those elevators enough to know them like the back of her hand. She had the joy of riding in it once to this same floor. In fact, Sophie's room had been just a few doors down from where she was going.

A sigh escaped her lips as the elevator door finally opened, then closed again as she pushed the button for the designated floor. Gravity lifted; the doors opened to a wall painted a light shade of red. A few steps further, a rather large nurse's station came into view. She passed a nurse with light brown hair and blonde highlights, who was filing a few papers. She looked up at the sound of clicking heels and gave her a gentle smile.

Gillian mustered her own smile, then it faded as she passed windows filled with blue sky and wispy clouds. The hall was painted a light blue on one side, and a light yellow on the opposite wall. Towards the back of the hall, there were pictures of children that looked happy and free; a three year old holding a balloon and smiling, a seven year old with her arms wrapped around her father, and two twin boys that were frockling mischievously through corn fields. All scenarios that were geared towards making someone forget that they were now locked in a hospital.

Approaching Room 108, her hand lingered on the closed door. She ended up knocking softly, almost knocking again when the door opened to a rather disheveled but relieved looking Alec, who ushered her in. There was a soft light in the room; windows drawn closed to keep out the sun. Hospital bed in the middle; a small wrapped bundle was occupying the bassinet beside it.

"Thank you for coming." He whispered to her. As they drew closer, he picked up the little bundle and held him close. "I'd like you to meet Dylan." The little boy had similar features to Alec; dark brown hair and jutted chin. The only thing he hadn't gotten was his long nose.

Her fingers lingered over Dylan's soft brown hair, but she refrained from touching. "You know I had to lie to get up here."

"I remember how much you hate lying." He mentioned, running his own fingers through his son's hair. "So thank you for coming. The note that was attached to Dylan is over on that chair."

Gesturing towards the empty chair, he went and sat on the edge of the bed. "The police will be by later to talk to me, but for now you have some time to analyze whatever you can." Walking over to the note, she quietly read it through.

You may have gotten your son back, but your wife might not be as lucky. Bring one hundred thousand dollars to President's Park by tonight. Leave the bag by the entrance and walk away. If I see you with anyone while you're dropping off the money-that including the FBI, CIA, ANYONE-she dies.

"They knew who I was, Gillian. Please tell me you have something." She looked at the envelope in another bag sitting on the chair. It had clear instructions to get this note to Alec Foster, along with his home address. The handwriting was neat and legible, like it had purposely been written that way; a guarantee that he would receive that note just in time to save his wife.

"We've narrowed it down to five possible suspects." Taking her phone out of her bag, she took a picture of the note and sent it to Ria. "Can you think of anyone that would do something like this?"

He shook his head in confusion as he thought about it. "Heaven knows I've gained a lot of enemies." Putting Dylan back down in the bassinet, he sat back down slowly on the bed. "I wouldn't have put it past anyone to harm my family, but I didn't think it would ever go this far."

"Sometimes we can't always see what's ahead, or even who might harm us." Gillian mentioned.

"We're often blinded by what we can't see. If I didn't know you better, I would think you were just being thoughtful. But I do know better and it sounds like you're speaking more from experience.

"These last couple of months haven't been the easiest, but I'm surviving."

"Sometimes that's all we can do." His expression turned solemn as he sat there staring at the closed window.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll let you know as soon as we find anything."

"I will as soon as I get my wife back." Pausing in thought, his gaze flickered. "I already lost you. I can't lose my wife too."

"We'll do everything we can to get her back."

"I know you will." His voice was quiet as he reached up and placed his hand on hers in gratitude. "That's why I hired you. If anyone can get her back, I know you can." As he placed his hand back in his lap, she walked towards the door. When she was out of the room, she sighed deeply then walked back down the hall.

"Gillian?"

"Angelica." Gillian hugged the nurse who had taken care of Sophie. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking. You are looking a lot better than the last time I saw you. How come you're up here on the Ped's floor? I thought for sure that I wouldn't see you for awhile."'

"I'm actually working on a case."

"A case, huh? That's all very interesting." She pulled Gillian aside as a mom and dad passed by them in the hallway. How's Sophie?"

"Sophie is doing well, thank you. She's actually with the nanny."

"Well good, I'm glad you found someone that loves that little girl as much as you do." They continued walking down the hall together. "And your friend, how is he?"

Gillian smiled broadly. "He's healing. He's actually waiting downstairs."

"Oh? He's back to work already then."

"Yeah."

"I have no doubt that he has good people looking over him to keep him out of trouble." Lightly touching her arm, Angelica winked at her before walking over to the nurse's station to sign some charts. "I'll let you go to make sure of that."

Gillian walked in long strides over to the elevator. Her shoulders fell as soon as the doors closed and the elevator pulled her back down to the main floor. Thoughts overtaking her, she pulled out her phone out of her pocket; thumbing through her contact list, she waited until the doors slid open before making a call.

"Hi, I was wondering what you could tell me about your support group-"