While Emily is facing her third day of testimony, the rest of the team gets called to Richmond to work on a missing child case. As they drive, Garcia gives them the run down via speakerphone.

"Lily Holiday, 11, was last seen walking away from her bus stop. She had forgotten a book report and wanted to get it. When the bus arrived, the kids told the driver, who waited a few minutes but finally had to leave to keep all the other kids on time. When he dropped off the kids at school, he actually drove back along the route Lily would have taken if she had walked to school but he never saw her. He called the school to alert them and they in turn called the police. Her book bag was found in the bushes in front of her house; the book report was not in it."

"So she made it home but not into the home," JJ concludes.

"Apparently. Her keychain was also found in the bag," Garcia reports.

Reid frowns. "In the bag? That's strange. If she was that close she should have had it out already. In fact, someone so worried about getting a report that she is willing to miss the bus would have wanted to get it as quickly as possible and get back to the bus stop."

"Maybe she was trying to get it out when she was grabbed," Rossi suggests. "The kidnapper could have thrown it there just to hide it, not caring whose house it was. He or she may not have known it was Lily's house."

Morgan nods. "We'll know more once we get to the scene. Obviously some things have been moved but there is lot we can still see. We've also been asked to re-interview the bus driver and to help check the bus, just in case."

JJ glances at him. "The bus? Isn't there a video camera on all buses now?"

"Yes. But his is broken," Morgan explains.

JJ rolls her eyes. "Figures."

"Rossi, Reid, you take the driver. JJ and I will check out the scene and the bus."

Rossi nods. "Will do."

The two SUV's split off, knowing the clock is ticking for a young girl.

JJ and Morgan stand on the steps of the house and study the street.

"Far back off the road," JJ notes.

Morgan nods. "No clear sightline to the neighbors," he adds.

"Bushes around the door where the unsub could lie in wait," JJ says, then frowns. "But he or she would have to know Lily was coming back to the house. No way he'd just hang here all day."

"True."

As one, they move off the steps and out to the sidewalk, looking in the direction of the bus stop.

"So, I see her coming and I hurry up to the shrubs to hide," JJ postulates. "She gets to the door, fumbling for her keys, I grab her, toss the pack and take her…where? How did no one see anything suspicious? The kids waiting for the bus didn't see or hear anything. Maybe a neighbor heard something or saw something on their way to work." Morgan nods as JJ pulls out her phone. "Garcia, we need to know where the neighbors work. Someone may have seen something and we need to get them questioned."

"Got it. As soon as I have that information I'll send it out to you." She pauses. "I'm guessing there's no word yet?"

"Nothing so far but we're just getting going so keep your fingers crossed."

"I will. Will rub all my Troll dolls for good luck, too."

JJ smiles. "Thanks, Garcia."

JJ looks at Morgan. "Something feels off here, Derek."

Morgan slowly nods. "I feel it, too. This was a good kid, straight A's, based on what we've read from the earlier interviews she'd have made damn sure that report was in her bag last night."

JJ slowly nods. "What if…what if this is a run away situation?"

Morgan shrugs. "Didn't hear about that from talks with her friends."

"Maybe we need to talk to them. Did she have her own phone?"

"Not sure. Let's find out about that and her internet habits," Morgan says.

The two agents go inside the house to speak with the parents of the missing girl. They sit down in front of them; the parents cling to each other.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holiday, I'm Derek Morgan, this is Jennifer Jareau. We're with the FBI. We have a few questions for you."

"We've already ANSWERED questions! Why aren't you out looking for Lily?" Mr. Holiday yells.

JJ sits forward. "Sir, we can't imagine your pain. But what we do is try to figure out who the victim is, what she does, what might have attracted the unsub to her. I promise you, the police and the rest of our team are out there searching. We will be again soon, too, but first we need to get to know Lily."

Morgan sits back, letting JJ lead since she seems to be calming the parents.

"First of all, did Lily have a cell phone?"

Mrs. Holiday nods. "Yes. But it was in her bag."

"What was her number?"

Morgan pulls out his phone to text the number to Garcia.

JJ continues with the questions. "Did she have a Facebook page or anything like that?"

Her father shakes his head. "No. She wanted one but we refused to let her do that yet. She could only get on the computer for homework or for games we had to approve of."

"And did she have her own computer?"

"No. She used the one we keep in the den," the scared father replies.

Morgan sits forward. "Would it be okay if our technical analyst remotely accessed it? To make sure no predator managed to trick your daughter in some way?"

Mr. Holiday stands, paling at the thought. "Yes. This way."

As the two men walk away to check on the computer, JJ looks at the mother.

"How was Lily's personality lately? Any major changes?"

"No, not really. She did get mad when we told her no Facebook and no make-up before she was 14 but nothing serious." Suddenly she straightens up. "Are…are you suggesting she ran away? She wouldn't do that!"

JJ nods sympathetically. "I believe you. I just had to ask. Was there anyone at school or in the neighborhood that ever gave you or her cause for concern? Someone that paid too much attention to Lily?"

The woman frowns, racking her memory. "No one I can think of. Lily plays softball and the fields are always crowded so there could have been someone that we never noticed."

JJ nods. "Perhaps. Do you know if there are security cameras around the fields?"

"I…I don't know."

Before JJ can ask another question, her phone rings. "Yes, Garcia?"

"Can you talk freely," the analyst whispers.

"Great. Hold on just a second," JJ replies. She stands. "Excuse me a moment, Mrs. Holiday."

"Is it about Lily? Did they find her?"

"No, ma'am, it's just another member of the investigative team."

JJ steps to where the woman won't overhear anything. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going over the computer and it's squeaky clean. But the girl's phone history shows she does, in fact, have a Facebook page. She misspelled her name so family wouldn't find it by accident but she must have told her friends about it because she has over 300 friends."

"300? That's probably more than just friends from school."

"Yeah, it looks like anyone who asked to be her friend was accepted. And she didn't just accept them she talked to them. Hundreds of chats in her history as well a private messages."

"Shit. Look at recent ones. If the kidnapper is on there this would have been a recent contact."

Garcia starts to type. "Right. Will call you when I have a lead."

"Thanks, Garcia." She hangs up and walks back over the Mrs. Holiday. "Ma'am, could I see Lily's room? Again, just to get to know her?"

The woman nods and leads JJ down the hall. It is the room of a typical girl just getting into boys. The latest teen heart throb, singer JB Knox is plastered all over her walls. JJ smiles at the woman beside her.

"She is a big fan."

Mrs. Holiday nods. "Yes. In fact, she wanted to go see him at a radio station today. I told her no."

JJ spins towards her. "A radio station? Which one?"

"Uh…I…I don't know. I told her no, Agent. She wouldn't- -"

JJ is already pulling out her phone. "Garcia, singer JB Knox was making an appearance at a local radio station today. Where?"

"Oh, freaky that you called about him. One of her Facebook friends is supposedly the personal manager of Knox. He sent her a PM last night that she is such a big fan he would send someone to pick her up to meet Knox personally today."

"Shit. Can you confirm he is who he says?"

"I can confirm who he's not as he claims to be the personal manager to several other young stars with young fans. He's a fucking predator, Jayje."

"Got it." JJ hurries to the den. "Morgan, we need to go."

Morgan sees the concern in her eyes and nods. Mr. Holiday steps towards JJ.

"What's going on?"

JJ takes a deep breath. "Sir, your daughter used her phone to set up a Facebook account. One of her contacts on there promised to send a car to pick her up to meet JB Knox today."

"Oh, my God," he says, dropping weakly into the desk chair.

JJ turns to Mrs. Holiday, who is pale. "If she calls or makes contact in any way, call me."

The woman nods as JJ and Morgan leave. In the SUV JJ calls Rossi as Morgan drives.

"Rossi, the girl had a Facebook page and was setting up to meet someone who could get her face to face with her idol."

"Damn. We're at the school. We'll have her closest friends brought up to speak with us. Maybe they know more about this contact she'd made."

"Right. We're on our way to the radio station just in case this is somehow legit. One of the cops knew where it was because a buddy was called in for extra security."

"Alright. We'll be in touch."

JJ hangs up as Morgan races to the radio station. They have to park about 3 blocks away because it is a madhouse. Teen and preteen girls crowd the station doors, peering in windows and screaming. JJ shakes her head.

"If she is here, how the hell will we find her."

Morgan shakes his head but then stops and smiles. "What if she wins a chance to meet Knox?"

JJ grins. "Good idea. Let's get it in play and pray she's somewhere in this sea of humanity."

It takes 20 minutes of pushing and shoving carefully to get to the doors. They flash their badges and security admits them. They ask to speak to the station manager. He hurries out, looking pissed at being disturbed. Morgan holds up his badge.

"You heard the Amber Alert this morning?"

The man nods. "Yeah, so?"

"There's a chance she's outside in that crowd. We need your help."

The man shrugs. "What can I do?"

"We need you to announce that she's won a chance to meet JB Knox," JJ says. "If she's here, she'll make her way to the doors."

"With all due respect, Agents, how the hell is an 11 year-old girl going to be able to force her way through that crowd?"

"Sir, it's our only chance. A predator convinced her he was bringing her here. There's a good chance he did because it would make her more apt to believe anything he tells her; make her more compliant to his wishes."

"Sick fuck," the manager mutters.

"Yes, sir, he is," Morgan agrees. He looks at JJ. "Call Rossi and Reid and get them down here."

JJ nods as Morgan helps the station manager talk to JB Knox' people. It takes some convincing but the real personal manager of JB Knox finally recognizes what a great story it would make if the young singer helps save the girl. With that in mind, Knox gets on the P.A. system that reaches the crowd out front.

"Yo, yo, yo! This is JB Knox!" The girls outside scream louder, something JJ hadn't believed possible. "All my pretty honies out there, I have a special thank you I need to extend to one of you. This girl won a contest sponsored by the station to come and meet me and I just can't wait to see her." There is even more screaming.

JJ looks at Morgan. "How the hell do they keep getting louder?"

Morgan grins at her. "Picture Rocky out there in 12 years."

"Oh, hell, no!" JJ insists adamantly. Morgan just laughs.

"So, if Lily Holiday is out there, please come claim your prize from me, JB Knox!"

The girls scream and start to look around. After a few seconds, Morgan grabs JJ's arm and points.

"There!"

Sure enough, they see Lily forcing her way through the crowd. Morgan points her out to 2 police officers who push their way towards her.

"MORGAN! HIM!"

From the direction Lily had come, a man is forcing himself through the crowd away from the radio station. JJ and Morgan start to race towards him, knowing the police will keep Lily safe. As they finally break free of the crowd, they see the man jumping into a Nissan Pathfinder with illegally tinted windows; a perfect vehicle for concealing a victim. Morgan runs back towards their SUV as JJ races across the parking lot, hoping to cut the man off.

Morgan pulls out his phone. "Rossi, where are you?"

"Just getting to the- -"

"Unsub is in a red Nissan Pathfinder. He's going West around the park, most likely headed towards 95. I'm behind him."

"Got it. We'll try to cut him off."

"Good. JJ is on foot running across the park to try to get ahead of him."

"We've got her back."

JJ could see the sign directing cars towards 95. If the unsub gets there it will be tough to track him. She skids to a stop at the road, seeing the Pathfinder speeding towards her. She pulls her gun and stands in the street, gun aimed at the vehicle.

"Come on, asshole, stop. Don't make me shoot…don't make me shoot…don't…shit, bastard isn't going to stop."

Just when she's about to take the shot, she hears sirens and then tires screeching behind her. She knows without looking it's Rossi and Reid. Finally the unsub slams on his brakes, fishtailing wildly until he comes to a stop.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" JJ orders.

The man glances in his rearview mirror, his hand moving to the gear shift…until he sees Morgan's SUV and a police cruiser coming towards him.

JJ takes a step closer. "HANDS! UP!" she orders again.

The man's hands drop to his lap. Rossi recognizes what's going to happen.

"Oh, shit," he mutters.

"I SAID PUT YOUR- -"

A gunshot rings out and blood splatters the windshield. JJ's eyes get wide as she stares at what's left of the man's head.

"Holy shit…" she mumbles.

She slowly lowers her gun as Morgan and a police officer confirm that the man had, indeed, killed himself. Rossi pats JJ on the shoulder.

"Holster it, kid."

JJ stares at her gun. She had forgotten she was even holding it aimed at the vehicle.

"Rossi…could I have…done…"

"No, kid. I'll bet we find out he has a record. He knew what would happen to him in prison."

JJ just nods and puts her gun away. Without a word she starts to walk back across the park to check on Lily Holiday. Reid starts to call her back; offer her a ride. Rossi stops him.

"She needs a moment, Reid. Let her have it."

Reid nods, remembering when he had also needed a moment at the end of a case.

At the station, JJ gets inside to find an excited Lily Holiday taking her picture with Knox and getting autographed CD's and shirts for her best friends. JJ shakes her head. The girl has no idea the fear she had caused or the trouble she's going to be in.

"Lily Holiday?"

The girl turns and nods, her smile bright on her happy face. "Yes?"

"I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau. You've got a lot of explaining to do."

The girl's smile fades. "Uh, what do you mean?"

"You were reported missing by your bus driver. Police and FBI agents have been looking for you all morning. Your parents are terrified. Let's go see them. I'll tell you more about the danger you were in when we get you home."

"Danger? But Sigmund said he'd bring me to meet JB and he did!"

Knox places a hand on her arm. "Lily, I don't know Sigmund. He…he lied to you. I'm just glad you're okay."

The girl pales. "He…he said…but…"

Knox speaks before JJ. "Lily, there are a lot of bad people out there that use my name or the names of other stars to trick girls and boys into getting into bad situations. I'm really glad you're okay but promise me you won't put yourself in position to get hurt ever again."

Lily starts to cry. "So…I didn't win a prize, did I?"

He shakes his head. "No. But I'm glad you're okay so that makes me feel like I won. Be safe, Lily."

Lily nods. "I…I'll try to be."

She gives him a hug. He gives her a kiss on the cheek before leaving with his manager. Lily turns to look at JJ.

"How much trouble am I in?"

JJ sighs. "I won't lie to you: a lot. Come on, let's get you home."

After leaving Lily with her relieved, if angry parents, the BAU team heads back to Quantico. They get there just after 1, happy for the win. When she gets to her desk, JJ sees she has an email from Emily.

"Tell Garcia I owe her a vineyard."

That is all it says but JJ understands it. "YES!" she screams triumphantly.

Reid and Rossi look at her. "What's up, Jayje?" Reid asks.

"I think we'll be hearing good news from London very, very soon," she says, smiling.

Reid smiles. "Great! How soon are they getting back?"

"Doesn't say but if I understand it, she's been able to stick it to Easter thanks to a certain Oracle of Quantico."

Rossi grins. "I knew I loved that wacky gal for a reason."

JJ hurries down the hall to Garcia's lair to let her know about the cryptic email.