She's sitting at her desk, hours later, sorting through evidence. Her partner is at his desk, doing the same. He gets up from his seat to grabs something off the printer. He grabs the piece of paper, and stops at his partner's desk.
"Are you ok?" he questions.
She shakes her head, "Not really. Someone slammed their baby against a hard surface, around the same time they fed them breast milk that was full of alcohol. Melinda said that she found signs of neglect, and mal-nourishment. We still don't know who that little girl is. They probably didn't even report her missing."
"I think I found her. A report was just filed, a couple of hours ago."
"By who?"
"William and Elizabeth Thompson," he holds up the picture that he's printed off, "This is their granddaughter Nevaeh. I've got an address."
"Let's go."
They knock on the door of a brownstone, on the upper east side. A maid answers the door. Nick, and Olivia flash their badges.
"We're looking for Mister, and Misses Thompson."
"They are in the dining room, right this way," she leads them in. They follow her to the dining room. They find the couple at the dining room table. Mrs. Thompson cries, and holds on to a cup of warm tea. Her husband sits next to her. They show their credentials.
"Mister, and Misses Thompson, I am detective Amaro, and this is my partner detective Benson. We are with the special victim's unit. We wanted to ask you some questions about your granddaughter."
"Have a seat," William tells them.
They join them at the table. Elizabeth wipes her face, with a tissue. "Did you find her?"
"Do you have anything that we could use to compare DNA to that belonged to Nevaeh?" Nick questions.
"Did you find her?" Elizabeth repeats.
Nick takes a photo out of his pocket. He places it on the table in front of them, "We found a baby consistent with the description of your granddaughter."
William studies the picture. The infant looks as if she's sleeping. He notices the shiny silver background. "Is she dead?" He questions.
"We don't know for sure if she's your granddaughter," Nick reminds them.
"Can we ask you a few questions?" Olivia wonders.
"Anything," Elizabeth nods.
"When did you last see your granddaughter?"
"Jenna took her with her this morning. She had to drop Nevaeh off at her other grandparents house. That was about seven," Elizabeth explains.
"And how did she act?"
"Navaeh was sleeping. She had her covered up in the car seat, when I saw her leaving," Elizabeth reveals.
"Your daughter lives with you?" Olivia questions.
"Of course she does. Jenna is only seventeen."
"Where is your daughter, now? We would like to ask her some questions," Nick wonders.
"She's upstairs, in her room."
"When did you realize that Nevaeh was missing?"
"We didn't. Carol, Nevaeh's paternal grandmother called us around ten. She went to a brunch in the city, and when she came back Navaeh wasn't in her crib. She thought that maybe one of us picked her up early."
"Who was with the baby last?"
"Maria, Carol's housekeeper. She said that the baby was sleeping when she checked on her, around eight thirty."
"So no one checked on her, for an hour and a half?" Olivia asks, in disbelief.
"She takes a nap at the same time, every day. From eight to ten she naps, like clockwork."
"We're going to need to talk to your daughter," Nick insists.
"Go ahead," William agrees.
"Would one of you like to be there, when we talk to her?"
"No," William answers.
"Are you sure?"
"Her room is upstairs. It's the last room on the right," he adds.
Nick, and Olivia climb the stairs. They head down the hallway to the teenager's room. The knock on the door.
"Come in," the voice on the other side tells them.
Nick opens the door, and they enter the room. The teenager sits at her desk, on the computer.
"Jenna, I'm detective Benson, and this is my partner detective Amaro. We have some questions that we want to ask you."
"Ok," she turns her chair towards them.
"Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt your baby?" Olivia opens.
"No. Did you find her?"
"We will have to confirm with DNA that it is her. Do you have anything that belongs to her?"
"Yeah," she nods, vacating her seat. She leads them into the other room. They follow her into the baby's room. She opens the laundry hamper, and pulls out a pink cap. Olivia puts it in an evidence bag.
"You think that you found her?" Jenna questions.
"Yeah," Nick confirms.
"Is she ok?"
"The little girl that we found, matches your daughter's description," Nick admits.
"Is she ok?"
"That little girl is dead," he reveals.
"No, she can't be."
"Jenna what happened?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Someone must have taken her. I dropped her off at Ryan's parents before school. She was supposed to stay with them all weekend."
"You didn't cut class, and go back, and take her?" Nick wonders.
"No. Do you think that I hurt my baby? I would never hurt her."
"Really," Olivia raises an eyebrow, "You're seventeen, a baby must get in the way. Your friends get to go out, and they get to party, and you're stuck at home taking care of a baby. That can't be any fun. I bet that she cries, and it makes you angry. Maybe you just wanted some peace, and quiet. You thought that you could make her be quiet."
"No. I didn't hurt her."
"Jenna how are we supposed to believe you? We just told you that your daughter might be dead, and you haven't even shed a tear. You don't seem too broke up about it, at all," Nick says, coldly.