Daisy

Daisy still had the money she'd put on the two western union prepaid cards. They were at the post office box she'd taken out when she got first found the hostel. It was only a few blocks from there. She smiled that she'd had the foresight to give herself an escape plan. Sure, she was only getting out of Chicago with a thousand bucks. But she was getting out and money could take her pretty far away. She could get away to another city and do it all over. Find a few marks for ready easy cash. Pickpocket a couple men. Maybe she'd get lucky and a purse would be left unattended for a few seconds in a store. She'd do those things building a money supply slower. Do more credit card merchandise schemes. Do some easy shoplifting.

She looked around the store she was in and located the cameras, pulling her hoodie even tighter around her face as she avoided looking at them. She saw what she was looking for and just walked by it going to check out a few more aisles, placing things randomly in her shopping basket. She stopped at the greeting cards, reading through a bunch and saw the store employee stop paying her any mind. Good. Now was the time. She moved quickly and grabbed the item she really wanted and then continued shopping moving closer to the checkout. She saw a family a man and wife with two kids a little younger than her. She walked toward them and waved, watching as a cashier smiled in their direction. Good she was buying it. She pretended to continue toward the family and when the cashier turned her head, she set down the basket and walked quickly to the exit.

She kept walking a couple blocks up the street finally ducking into an alley. She fingered the hair dye box in her jacket before she took out the wallet she had stole at the hospital. She took out the three twenties, two tens, one five and three ones and pocketed the money. Heading out of the alley, she tossed the wallet in a trash bin then turned left and headed to a bus stop. She waited for only a few minutes, getting on the bus that would take her back up near Chinatown near the interstate.

Bobbi and Phil

Bobbi drove to the hospital with Phil. She wasn't sure but she knew there was a very real possibility the girl who had escaped the hospital was his kid. She was half Chinese, matched the age, and other than hair color which Bobbi knew was dyed anyway, matched all other physical characteristics including a birthmark. She wasn't going to say anything yet of course, not till she had time to investigate it further. Which seemed unlikely now since the girl had run off.

Bobbi and Phil ran into the hospital to the elevator getting to the fourth floor which was already a bevy of police activity. Elena saw her and met her in the hallway.

"How the hell did she get past you?"

"I don't – she pulled – she - damnit. She pulled some stunt."

Phil looked curious. "Stunt?"

"I don't know all the details Bobbi. The kid stole a food worker's cell phone, tapped into the WIFI and then proceeded to shut down all electronic doors and lights and AC in the building, and everything else, including the elevators. It became a mess, and the nurses and patients and doctors were running around, locked out of rooms, locked in rooms, people were stuck on the elevators. I checked in on her and she was sleeping. I only went over there to the main reception area to try to talk their security and she must have snuck out."

"She used the internet to cause a distraction. From a phone."

"A smart phone. Damn it Bobbi, why is she running."

"Oh I don't know Elena, Maybe because she is facing up to a year at least in a juvenile facility."

"She's most likely heading for transport out of Chicago." Mack came up to them. "We checked security and she is wearing the clothes we brought her in with. The security cameras caught her on the employee steps, then going out through the kitchen of the cafeteria and to the employee parking lot. That was almost thirty minutes ago. I have an APB out on her across the city."

"She'll change her clothes. Maybe even her hair. Likely head to a bus terminal." Izzy joined them along with her wife Victoria Hand. "She's a chronic runaway, knows the streets, knows how to stay off radar, and is apparently amazing with computers."

Victoria spoke. "Bobbi, any idea which direction she'll be trying to go?"

"West or south. Wait. She knows I would think that. She'll go somewhere else. Head where she thinks we wouldn't suspect. East probably."

"She has no money though, right?" Phil joined the conversation.

"She has the eighty- eight dollars she stole from me." Jemma walked over to join the group.

Bobbi sighed. "How?"

"Lifted it from my jacket I suppose. Girl is good."

"Great. We've established the fifteen-year old suspect is good at disguising herself, great at pickpocketing, wonderful at playing people, and a prodigy computer hacker. Seriously, go get her. Everyone. Top priority." Izzy turned and walked away.

Victoria shrugged at the others. "Izzy called me in and asked me to talk to the girl. Said she might need an advocate attorney to represent her. Said the girl had not asked yet for a lawyer. I'm afraid that her running has thoroughly pissed off Iz. She was wanting to help the kid after finding out about her past. Her taking off now, is not gaining her any brownie points."

"She'll still need you Vic. Once we find her. You heard the boss guys. Coordinate a complete search of all bus stations in the city. Make sure to also include Union Station. She may think a train is a better option." Bobbi spoke to everyone.

"Airport too? She might be heading there," Elena asked.

"Yeah check O'Hare and Midway. I doubt she will go that route though. But flash her picture. Put her on the no-fly list. Make sure she doesn't get on any flights."

Bobbi saw the doctor who had examined Daisy standing by the counter. "Go on everyone, get started. I need to check on something quick. She ran over to her. "Hey Dr. Crane. Did you take blood from Daisy?"

"Yes. We ran those tests I said we would. She's clean. No diseases and no HIV."

"What's her blood type?"

"I don't know offhand."

"It's important."

"I'll check." She picked up a phone and talked with someone. A few minutes later, she turned to Bobbi. "She's B positive."

"So what's that mean for her parents."

"Blood type of at least one parent has to be AB or B."

"Blood work cannot definitively see who someone's parents are though, right?"

"Right. Only DNA can do that."

"So you would have to get a DNA sample from blood."

"Yes or a cheek swab. Those usually yield the best results."

"You wouldn't by any chance have some of Daisy's blood already drawn?"

"No. It's all been used for the tests we ran."

"Ah. Okay thanks." Bobbi left the confused doctor and made her way to Mack. "I'm going to pick up Hunter and we are going to check something out. I'll be in touch. Let me know if anyone spots her."

"Will do."

Bobbi and Phil got in her car and left the hospital.

"What was all that about DNA and blood back there you were talking about?"

"Just an angle I'm working. I'm going to the station. You mind taking my car back to your place? Hunter has his at the station and we'll use that. I'll pick mine up later."

"Sure. Oh and please tell me what happens. To the girl, Daisy. I do hope she stays safe and nothing happens to her."

"Yeah me too." Bobbi discretely placed the empty coffee cup that Phil had gotten back at the hospital in her bag.

Bobbi

"You want to tell me where we are going Bob?"

"Just a hunch. Daisy is far too smart to get caught at one of the bus stations. Knows that's the first place we will look. She probably also knows the security at an airport is way too good."

"So you're thinking train then?"

"Nope. I'm thinking truck. Daisy is good at playing people. I can imagine if she found the right family man type trucker and gave him a sob story, she'll get out of town. Far enough away to then buy a bus ticket and head to another city to blend in and rip off a few more people."

"Yah but which truck stop?"

"One that will take her east. She knows I will assume she's going west or south. She's not going to go North because she won't be able to get far with no passport into Canada. So east."

"Lots of cities along Route 90. South Bend. Toledo Cleveland. Erie."

"Yep. She gets to one of those and buys a bus ticket to anywhere. Long gone."

"So we start on Route 90. Which one first"

"Start at the first truck stop on Route 90 closet to the hospital she broke out of. The first one that has shower facilities and food. She'll be looking for a safe ride, and she will be dying her hair."

"You know I've always got your back Bobbi but you seem to be taking this case a bit too personally now. I mean we could send some uniforms to this place to check it out."

She glanced over at him and sighed. "Well, it could very well be personal. She could be my niece."

Hunter nearly swerved as he turned to look at her. "What are you bloody hell talking about?"

"Phil. She matches a description of his long-lost daughter who was kidnapped thirteen years ago."

"Matches what description."

"Look it's only a hunch. But she is the right age, right race, and she had a birthmark that matches a picture of his kid. We need to at least check it out. Once we find her."

"You mean if we find her. You didn't tell him, did you?"

"Of course not. Not yet. First thing though I want done when we find her is a DNA test. Test her and Phil and I am either a complete lunatic or a great sister."

"Well, in the past, your hunches have been pretty good."

"Yeah, that's what I'm counting on. I just hope she's safe."

Daisy

She slung the backpack she over her shoulder as she exited the car. She'd taken the bus uptown, and she had bought the backpack and a new hoodie and had pocketed a few bath supplies. She still had almost fifty bucks for a bus ticket once she could get to South Bend. That could take her to Cleveland, a large enough city to get lost in for a few weeks. She didn't want to use any bank cards yet, since the cops had her ID's, and planned to get another fake ID to transfer them again once she got to Cleveland. The woman she had hitched a ride with had believed every word in her sob story. She'd even pressed a ten-dollar bill in Daisy's hand telling her to get something to eat. Daisy thanked here profusely for her kindness, got out of the car and headed to the bath house of the huge travel facilities just off the freeway. She needed to dye her hair and she needed to find a ride quickly.

She paid the counter person with the ten dollars to use the shower facilities. It was not full, and Daisy was happy for that. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd used these types of facilities before. She entered the private stall and locked the door. She was hoping the temporary hair dye would buy her a couple hours to find a good ride and last for a couple days till she could do something more permanent to change up her appearance. Of course, any ride would be taking a chance, which was why she'd also pocked the mace at the store. Fifty minutes later she walked out of the building with dark brown hair. She wondered around the area, finding no viable options. Of course, it was really late now, going on ten at night, and she thought about laying low for the night and checking for a ride in the morning. Then she spotted the woman driver by the parked trucks. She was carrying a bag over to her rig. A woman would be ideal.

"Hey, where you headed? Or are you waiting till morning to head out?' Daisy took a chance.

The woman looked her over. "I don't pick up hitchers kid."

"Yeah not picking me up. You're not moving Just standing here now."

"Smartass."

Daisy grinned. "You could have me to converse with all the way to South Bend. That is if you are headed to South bend. I'm funny, and smart. I'd be doing you a favor."

"You're good kid. But you are also underage, and that's trouble with a capital T."

"I'm nineteen."

"Liar."

"Look I just need a break lady. I can't go back there okay. I have friends I can stay with if I can just get a ride east. From someone I don't have to fight off, you know?"

The woman looked her over. "Get in. I am going to South Bend and that's as far as you go, as long as you understand that."

Daisy nodded. "Yeah, thanks so much."

"I don't stop every half hour for pee breaks either. Make sure you are good to go kid."

Bobbi

Hunter pulled into the truck stop at ten- fifteen. They both got out and started searching. After about fifteen minutes, Bobbi's luck changed. A bored counter person identified Daisy saying she had been there about an hour ago using the shower facility and had headed to the parked trucks after she left. Bobbi walked over to the designated area and walked around. Most everyone was sleeping in their cabs, except for two men who were sitting outside drinking and eating a pizza.

"Hey you see this girl around here?"

The first guy looked at the picture and shook his head. The second one nodded. "Yeah I saw that girl. Looked too young to be on her own. She was looking for a ride."

"She asked you?"

"Nah you can tell though. She was scouting out everyone. Obvious jail bait so I ignored her."

"Oh her." The other man spoke up. "Yeah I only saw her from the back. She was talking to Powerpuff."

"Powerpuff?"

"Ah yeah. Her handle. Drives a regular route across Illinois and Indy. Names um... Angie, or Aggie or something."

"You saw the girl get in her rig?"

"Didn't say that. Just saw her hanging out talking to her."

Bobbi thanked them and walked away already on her phone calling it in.

Daisy

Daisy was eating a bag of chips that Aggie had thrown at her. She smiled. They'd been on the road for over two hours and she'd learned the woman's name was Agatha Jamison. She was divorced, had two grown sons, and had taken to truck diving after her 'no good gambling asshole husband cheated on her and gambled away their savings'. She was good-humored and Daisy was relishing in the luck she'd ventured into. She felt safe and happy and was relaxed.

"We are about ten miles from South Bend. I'll stop at the truck stop before my exit. Bus depot is only about three miles from there."

"Thanks."

The woman glanced over at the girl. "You sure you got someone to stay with when you get to where you're headed?"

"Yeah. A friend. She said I could stay with her if I could get to Erie." Daisy lied with such ease, that she almost believed herself. "Gonna figure some stuff out while there." Daisy popped a chip in her mouth and offered the bag to the woman who took a couple chips.

A few seconds later they both heard the sirens.

"I don't know why you have to keep me cuffed to the seat."

Bobbi grinned as she looked back at the girl. "Well for one to prevent you from jumping out of the moving car. Since this is not a police car and I can't lock you in."

"Maybe child locks would work though Bob. She sure is whining like a child."

"Yeah fuck you."

"Back atcha sweetie."

Bobbi smiled. Daisy had kept up a steady chatter of swearing and nasty comments along with the whining since they'd ordered her out of the truck. The woman who had given her a lift was not surprised she'd been lied to, but still wished Daisy luck as she drove off.

"You know I'm a minor and these damn cuffs hurt. Injuring a minor just cause she outsmarted you is petty as hell."

"Did you though? Outsmart me. Or did I find you and now you are once again under arrest?"

"Yeah and so where am I going. Jail?"

"Hospital. Getting checked out and then we'll see. Probably arraignment once we process you."

"Same hospital?"

"Don't worry Daisy. I won't be letting you out of my sight."

"Oh joy."

"Oh by the way, Dr. Simmons has decided to not press charges. She would like to know what you did with her wallet though."

Daisy stayed quiet.

"Oh since you left the phone behind you stole without trashing it, no charges there either. Guy was just glad to get it back."

"Wallet is in a trash bin. Off of South Canal Street, alley near Roosevelt Boulevard. I didn't do anything to the cards in it. You have the fifty bucks I had left."

Bobbi radioed it in and asked for a uniform officer to search for it. She turned around to gaze at Daisy. "Thanks."

Daisy just shrugged.

Bobbi stared at the girl. She looked hardened but underneath there was a compassion and vulnerability that Bobbi had first noticed when she'd met her. She stared trying to see physical similarities in the girl and her brother. A brother she had only found in the last five years who had completely and totally become her family Her only family really. Her mom had died when she was nineteen and in college, and they were never really that close. Even more distant to her was her stepfather. She had no other siblings and when Phil had come along, he had brought that sense of family she'd never had before. Was this sassy teen with so many obvious issues, also her family?

"You could just take a picture."

Bobbi startled from her thoughts. "Huh?"

"You're staring. Blatantly."

"Oh. I was just wondering about you. How did you end up here Daisy?"

Daisy was smart enough to understand her question was not about the physical place she was at. But she replied snarky anyway. "Some blond amazon chick keeps hunting me down?"

"Haha. That's cute."

"So tell me Officer Morse. Ho did you end up here?" The emphasis on the word 'here' was plain.

"Well Manitowoc, Wisconsin is colder and has more rain and snows an average of 45 inches per year."

"So naturally you moved to the Windy City."

At that Hunter chuckled and Bobbi grinned. She looked back at the girl. "The report on you says you are from Naperville. Why come to Chicago, knowing we would find out who you were rather quickly. Why not head directly west or south?"

"I needed to build up my trust fund first."

"Ah more pickings here in Chi-town. Plus the ability to blend in. I know you hung out in Chinatown a bit. You speak the language?"

"Used to a little. I forgot most of it."

"Yeah when you don't have anyone to talk back to you or the need to use it daily you tend to lose it."

"Or when you speak Chinese and some of the kids around you call you a chink. And that one foster parent who said if he'd known I was some kind of half slant eyed gook, he's never have let me live there."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? You didn't do it and you don't even know me. It's not like it bothers me anymore."

"Well I'm sorry there are assholes in the world."

"Well here we are. Rush University Medical Center. Try not to lose the kid this time, eh?

Bobbi rolled her eyes at him, as she got out of the car. She opened the back door and undid Daisy's cuffs. She held onto the girl's arm as they walked into the building and Hunter went to park the car.

Bobbi

It was almost seven a.m. and Bobbi stared at the report in her hands. When she had gotten back to the hospital, she had put a stat order on the DNA found on Phil's coffee cup and on the swab, she asked them to take from Daisy at the hospital. She was in Daisy's room now, guarding her, while outside Mack had posted Davis at the door. Everyone else had gone home to sleep. She had not. She glanced over at the girl who was sound asleep. For all her bravado and sass, she was still just a tired and scared teen. A teen who now was far more than just a suspect. Far more than just another runaway. She was her niece. Phil's long-lost daughter who had been kidnapped so many years ago. Bobbi pulled that file up and looked at it again. She'd been taken from her home in Shiloh, a town right next to Scott Airforce Base where both Phil and his wife were stationed. She had been living after she was kidnapped, at least part of that time, in Naperville, only four hours away, under the name Daisy Johnson. Her parents were listed as Calvin and Jiaying Johnson. She had that report too. The Johnsons were killed in a car accident six years ago and Daisy had been under the state social services care ever since, since she was nine-years old.

It was unbelievable. She had not yet told Phil, wanting to be sure before giving him even a sliver of hope. But now it was pretty sure. The only thing left was to get a sample from Melinda May and possibly blood work from all three to get an undeniable identification. This was a game changer. Oh hell who was she kidding. This was a life changer. It seemed so surreal. What are the chances that this kid hacked into her own birth father's bank account to steal money, and that she, her aunt, would find her? Somehow, someway the fates were trying to right a very bad wrong. Or whatever one believed in, she supposed this was what one would deem a miracle. Three people's lives were going to instantaneously be very different shortly.

The door opened and Hunter poked his head in first before walking in. She had texted him and he must have broken many traffic laws to get here this fast.

He whispered, "She sleeping?"

She nodded, grabbed the folders and papers, got up, and both left the room. She spoke to Davis at the door ordering him to not leave no matter what, and not let Daisy walk out. She headed to the waiting area, with Hunter, and then dropped all the paperwork on a chair, turning to him and fell into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"It's okay luv, I've got you."

"She's my niece. Phil's lost kid."

"Yeah you said that when you called. Pretty amazing."

She pulled back from him swiping at her eyes. "It's unbelievable."

"Yeah well now we know why she's so much like you, yeah?"

"Oh shut up." She gave him a smirk. "Look at me, huh? All kinds of family now. When I first met you, I had no one. Well except you. Now I have a big brother, and a niece."

"Yah, don't forget the girl has a mother too. And those two, she and Phil, well let's just say the smell of love was pretty thick."

"Oh my god Hunter. Losing their kid is what drove them apart. What if..."

"What if we don't get five steps ahead of ourselves luv. First things first yeah? You need to tell Phil."

"Yeah. And how do I do that? Hunter, he's been mourning her for thirteen years. I can 't just walk into his apartment and say oh hey bro, by the way, that kid we caught who stole your money – yeah she's your long lost daughter."

"Why not? It's the truth. It's what happened."

"Maybe I should have a psychiatrist along. Or something. I mean he'll want to see her right away. But someone needs to tell her too. How will she react. She doesn't know. All she knows is her parents died in a car crash. How to tell her that those parents either kidnapped her or they bought her on the black market. And his ex. Phil said her life was never the same. She isolated herself from him and most of her friends. Now her kid's alive but was raised by other people, and she's also under arrest. How do I do this?"

"Hey come on. You're not alone. Okay? You do this one step at a time. Talk to that high-level FBI psychiatrist. Let her go with to talk to Phil. I'll be there too. Let the psychiatrist tell the girl. Access her response. Then we move to the next step."

"Yeah. You're right. First thing is to call that psychiatrist and ask her to come here. I have her fifty bucks and her wallet is at the station. A patrol officer found it right where Daisy said it would be. So then I talk to her about Phil and this whole crazy thing. Then we figure out a plan."

Melinda

Melinda watched as Fitz grumbled again at the computer. She laughed. He'd been here since she got here at eight, trying in vain to get information from the teen's computer.

"Yeah go ahead and laugh, why don't you. She could have some very important information hiding on this thing. Damnit." He slammed his fist down on the desk and gave the computer another dirty look.

"Maybe you could ask her for help."

"Oh sure. Just ask the bloody criminal to open her files. Which she has encrypted better than Assange." He looked over at Melinda. "You know Wikileaks and..."

"Fitz. I know who he is. He was pretty young too when he started out, wasn't he?"

"Right genius she is. Jemma says she's a pip too."

"Jemma met her?"

"Yeah, yesterday. Police asked her to consult. Remember she worked with those kids before on that special case. I guess they figured she'd be best to try to figure her out."

"Did she?"

Fitz smirked. "Guess that depends on your definition of figured out. The girl absconded with Jemma's wallet and ran away from the hospital. The police said she stole a smart phone, set off a bunch of alarms, stopped elevators and locked doors. Then she escaped."

"You sound impressed."

"She did all that with a smart phone. Got away. Apparently, she's a good pickpocket too."

"Kids these days huh?"

He laughed. "They did manage to find her. Jemma got a call that they want her to return to the hospital. Apparently, the girl even told them what she did with Jem's wallet, so they have that as well."

"Intact? The wallet I mean."

"Yeah. She did use some of her cash though. But they found what was left on the girl and they're giving that back too. Jemma said I'm not gonna get in this damn thing." He patted the girl's computer.

"So you want to prove her wrong."

"I do. So I'm gonna keep at it. Jemma got the police to fax over her file, so I know a bit about her. Maybe it'll help to break through her firewalls." He waved a folder of papers at her. "Back to work."

"Yeah me too. I have a lot to do today. I'll order us a pizza for lunch later on."

He gave her the thumbs up sign.

Phil

It was almost eleven in the morning. Phil was teaching his third period class which was his ninth-grade honors history class. They were learning about the issues that led up to the Civil War. He usually kept his phone off and so he had not received the ten or so texts from his sister, nor the five from his brother-in-law. He was in the middle of quoting Lincoln when a knock came on his door. He walked over and answered it. It was Mack and the assistant principal.

"Hello Phil, Bobbi asked me to come get you. She needs for you to meet her at the hospital."

Phil turned white. "What happened. Is she okay?"

"Oh yeah sorry. No Bobbi's fine and so is Hunter. They have some stuff to work out with your case."

"Is this concerning the girl who stole my money?"

"Yeah. Bobbi needs to talk to you."

"It can't wait till after school? What about my class?"

"That's what I'm here for. I'll cover your class." The assistant principal spoke up.

"But I don't have a lesson plan or..."

"It's fine Phil. We've got this. Jane can cover next period for you – it's her free period and we'll call in a half day sub. Worst case we will send them to the library to read the history book. Go on."

"Okay. He turned around and apologized to his class telling them he needed to leave, and he got his briefcase and coat and headed out of the building with Mack.

Melinda

Melinda was just about to call in the pizza when Jemma came into the room. Melinda waved to her and was about to ask if she wanted to join her and Fitz for pizza, when Jemma walked right by Fitz and headed to her.

"Oh hey Jemma. You want..."

"Melinda the police would like for you to come talk with them. At the hospital."

"Is someone ill? Was there an accident?"

"No nothing like that. It's about a girl they found."

"Wait. The girl who owns this computer?"

Jemma nodded at Fitz.

Now Melinda was more confused. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Well it has to do with your ex husband too. Seems he was one of her victims. She stole quite a large amount of money from him online."

"Phil? I still don't know what that has to do with me. Last week was the first I've seen Phil in nearly thirteen years."

"Yes well I suppose Officer Morse can explain it all once we get there. Officer Rodriguez has a car waiting."

"Okay. Do you think they need some information from a case I worked on? "

"I suppose that's possible."

"Okay. I guess you have to fend for yourself for lunch Fitz."

"That's alright." He looked at Jemma who mouthed 'Tell you later'.

Melinda grabbed her coat and purse and walked out of the building with Jemma.