"Have you seen this little girl?" Sara asked holding out a flier.

They had made more than a thousand fliers with Emily's picture on the front. They offered a very substantial reward to anyone with useable information. They had gotten a lot of calls, but every bit of information that they had received had led to a dead end. They had gone to multiple neighborhoods and cities handing them out. It had been almost a week since their nightmare began.

"She's one year old," she explained to a gas station attendant. "Her name is Emily. She was wearing a…. blue pajamas and little pink socks…."

The attendant took the flier. "I'll hang it up," he told her.

"She has dark hair and… she…. thank you," she said backed out of the door.

~8~

Grissom rarely went to work anymore. Instead, he had a teaching assistant help him through his classes. His automatic response was to shut off entirely, but he felt his daughter was still alive somewhere; when she came home they would still need to provide for her. While he was at work, Sara would go into Emily's room and hold articles of clothing up to her nose to inhale the sweet scent of her daughter. Her blanket held the most memories.

One day, while she was going through the toy basket that they kept in the livingroom, Grissom walked through the door. He didn't interrupt what she was doing. Instead, he set down his satchel and watched sadly as she pressed buttons on one of Emily's musical toys.

"This color is 'Green'," the toy said before it began to play music.

Grissom remembered that Emily would rock her body from side-to-side as the music played. Then, she would continue to press more buttons until she grew tired of it. She would toss it aside, grasp for the next toy, and the cycle would begin again.

"Honey," Grissom said as he came closer to her.

"Oh!" Sara said, quickly putting the toy away. "I was just… looking at her things."

He walked over to sit beside her, put his hand in the basket, and pulled out a 'See-n-Say'. He pulled down the yellow lever and they listened as it talked. When it was finished, Sara put her head in her hands and began to sob.

~8~

Emily didn't understand what these people weren't getting. If she told them once, she told them a thousand times. It frustrated her to no end that nobody was listening to her.

"Mah," she said again loudly.

"Bring me my mother."

Instead of listening to her, the man she was with picked her up and set her in a highchair. Emily didn't know that the man she was with was The Doctor, and she didn't know that she had been kidnapped. All she knew that her parents weren't here, no one was listening, and her toys were gone. She didn't like this new, strange place.

"Dah dah da dah!" she screamed, kicking her legs as violently as she could.

"I want my daddy, you idiot!"

"Aubry, time for dinner," The Doctor said.

'Aubry' wasn't her word. Her word was 'Emily'– at least that's what her parents called her. The Doctor sat down in a chair in front of her and offered her a spoonful of food.

"Noooo!" she screamed, turning her head away from the food.

"Your mother will be here soon," he said to her. "Be a good girl for Daddy."

"Daddy?"

Emily turned her head to look behind her, but there was no Daddy there. She turned back around and wondered why this man had played a trick on her.

"Da!" she said, pointing to the door.

"Yes," The Doctor said. "I'm your Daddy."