Disclaimer: I only own Emily and Jason! (I can finally say that again!)

I really have no comment about last chapter and this chapter… except that this basically picks up right after in a different POV.


"This woman believes she found that kidnapped girl that man Jason Hartley took," Detective Janice Walker told her partner Detective Kenny Stone. Stone grabbed the file he had on Hartley, one that was transferred over when Connecticut was ruled out and his trail was shown to move towards the city.

"Jan, she's dead, her parents buried an empty casket for her months ago," he informed her.

"She knows that, her name is Carolyn Shepherd, Emily's grandmother," Janice said. "She says Jason has been disguised as a man called Andrew Locke and she has been his daughter Rachel Locke. His cover was a plumber but he left his wallet where they found a picture of Rachel and her family confirmed it was Emily." He typed the name Andrew Locke in his computer.

"Andrew no middle name Locke, moved here six months ago, owns Locke's plumbing… oh…"

"What?"

"There's no record of him… past six months ago," he whispered.

"She's faxing over the picture of Rachel," Janice announced and Kenny rushed to the fax to pick it up. "Okay Mrs. Shepherd, we'll find your granddaughter, thank you." She hung up the phone.

"I'll be damned," he gasped. "It's her."

"Hello, central," Janice barked in her phone once she handed Carolyn over to someone else. "Detective Janice Walker requesting backup at," she glanced briefly at Kenny's computer screen. "1673 W 23rd St in Chelsea. Suspected kidnapper Jason Hartley living undercover. He does indeed have Emily Shepherd in his custody, she is not dead."

"Let go Jan," Stone exclaimed, grabbing his gun and sprinting to the car, putting the lights on immediately. He was followed quickly by his partner and soon most of the precinct. By the time they arrived at the house, it was surrounded by police cars and they noticed neighbors looking around nervously.

"Call a coroner," a police officer hissed and Janice's eyes widened.

"Detective Janice Walker, called this in… did you find Emily? Was she…"

"He cleared out," the officer answered. "Downstairs we identified a strong smell; there we found the body of Jackson Purcell, found with ID of a Howard McGinty. Purcell was a known friend of Hartley in prison, the two of them escaped together. He was a pro ID maker, birth certificates, etc. From the smell he's been dead for months. Probably was helping him out the whole time, for years, and Jason got…"

"Tired of him," Janice finished.

"Some loyalty," Kenny muttered.

"You're guy is still out there," he told him. "But this was definitely his house; we found a prayer card for Emily Shepherd's funeral."

"No more bodies," Janice said.

"Expecting more?" he questioned.

"Hopefully not," Janice sighed. "He's still got the girl Ken."

"This is Detective Kenny Stone," he exclaimed in his walkie talkie. "We are declaring this a state of emergency. Kidnapper Jason Hartley is on the run once again. In his custody is a three year-old girl. Close off all exits to the city. No one is getting in or out until we find them! We need teams at every exit to search. If found, approach with caution, if he threatens the little girl back off, I repeat back off!"

"Where should we go Stone?" Janice asked.

"Lincoln tunnel, he's been known to use Jersey as an escape, search every car," Kenny said hopping into the driver's seat.


"What the hell?" Jason slammed his fist on the steering wheel, honking loudly. He had to be about in the center of the Lincoln tunnel through traffic and suddenly stopped. There had to be hundreds of cars in front of him and the 1 mph speed he had been going dropped to 0 mph. Suddenly, someone approached his car and he stiffened; letting out a sigh when it was another car driver.

"Dude, do you know what's up?" he questioned as Jason opened his door.

"No, traffic just stopped," Jason gritted out, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"You guys know what's happening?" the man asked a group of other people.

"Some from up further said that the police are searching for some kidnapper, no one is getting out of the city," he answered. Jason cursed under his breath, he was stuck.

"We better get in our cars," another random person said. "We don't want to be targeted; this whole ordeal will go faster."

"True," Jason nodded and shut his door. He watched as everyone returned to their cars. From the back, he heard something crash, Emily was getting restless and more scared.

He was screwed.


"Hey Mer," Derek placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he approached her in the resident's lounge. "How are you?"

"Bored outta my mind," she mumbled, deepening the kiss. "Charts."

"Sounds fun," he smirked. "Guess a subdural hematoma, basically solo wouldn't thrill you."

"What time?" she gasped.

"An hour."

"You're spoiling me," Mer smiled.

"I'm your husband, I'm allowed to," Derek reminded her. Suddenly, Mer went quiet.

"Do you think one day we can spoil another kid like we did Emily," Mer spoke up, looking down.

"Don't think like that Mer. Not right now."

"Derek, as much as I miss my baby girl, I also miss being a Mommy."

"You are always going to be Em's Mommy, it won't ever change."

"Will we ever get over it Derek?" Mer questioned.

"I don't think so, but one day, I hope we can love another child just as much as we loved and still love Emily."


"Thank you for cooperating sir," police officer Anna Wyatt said as she shut his trunk. "We're sorry for the inconvenience. We'll try and get you outta here as soon as we can."

"It'll help catch that bastard," the man nodded. "I heard about him when those parents were on national news; he's a messed up dude."

"I agree completely," she nodded and moved on. After about five more cars, Anna approached a large white van.

"Officer Anna Wyatt, I need to gain access to your van," she announced, knocking on the side. "Answer me." She moved around the side and froze, her hand flying to her gun. The van was empty, the door locked. "I NEED BACK UP OVER HERE!" Within two seconds the van was flanked by fellow officers.

"What is it?" someone asked.

"Driver's missing," she hissed."Van's locked."

"NYPD! Is there anyone in there!" someone exclaimed. "If there is, open up!" A thump answered them.

"Get in the door," Anna commanded someone, moving to the trunk where the thump answered them.

"Detective Janice Walker, I called this in," a woman said next to Anna when she obtained a crowbar. Anna and several others trained their weapons on the back. "WE'RE COMING IN!" Detective Walker yelled as she jammed the crowbar in the door. With a slight tug, the doors flung open.

"Come out with your-" Anna began yelling but froze as a small scream interrupted her. As their eyes readjusted to the darkness of the combinations of the darker tunnel and no light in the back, everyone let out a gasp.

Lying in the middle of the trunk was a girl. Her dark brown, almost black hair was cropped ion a random way, dirty, greasy, and dull. Next to her, sat a blond wig. Her emerald eyes were bloodshot and had tiny scratches underneath them, but otherwise were lifeless and full of fear. The length of her skinny arms were covered in bruises and her ribs shone from underneath the dirty dress that covered her body.

"It's her," someone whispered, holding up a picture of Emily Shepherd.

"Emily," Anna murmured, taking a step forward. Immediately Emily flinched and let out another short scream.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you. No one is ever going to hurt you again. I'm a police officer, you can trust me." Anna held out her hand, surprised when the frail little girls arm reached out to grasp her tiny hand in hers. Anna lifted her light body in her arms. Emily was supposed to be three, this girl weighed and looked like a one year old. When she accidently hit a bruise, Emily let out a whimper. "Shhh."

"I'll call a bus," Janice said quietly. Anna held Emily against her.

"Shhh," she said again. "It's okay. You're going home…"


"You excited?" Derek asked as he met up with his wife in the scrub room.

"How could you tell," Mer smirked.

"Surgery doesn't start for another twenty," Derek told her.

"Shut up," she mumbled.

"Hey, you haven't had a solo since…"

"You can say it Der, I haven't had a solo since Emily died… which is why I am so excited," Mer smiled sadly. "This woman has a daughter around Emily's age, and if I can save her, she can be with her daughter and protect her which I can't do anymore."

"You're amazing, you know that," Derek whispered, kissing her head.

"You're the one who gave me the surgery," Mer said. "I-" She was interrupted by their pagers going off simultaneously. "Ugh, can you get mine. If I am not needed I don't want to have to scrub in again."

"They both say the same thing," Derek said. "Conference room, it's Officer White."

Mer's eyes widened and didn't even bother to throw away her paper towel before sprinting out of the scrub room towards the conference room. Officer Martin was there as well, and neither had even been able to get into the conference room before both Meredith and Derek approached them.

"Did they do it?" Meredith asked. "Did they find him?"

"No," Officer White shook his head. "Not him."

"Then who?" Derek questioned.

"Emily," Officer Martin said. Mer's face dropped.

"H-her body," Mer stuttered. "So we can give her a…"

"No Meredith," Officer Martin smiled. "Not her body. They found her. They found her alive."

Derek was in such shock that he wasn't able to catch Meredith as she fell to the ground.

"Emily is coming home."


…. Cue a bunch of screaming for the moment that people have been waiting for (:

Told ya it was a happy ending!

I really doubt I even have to say this but Please R&R!