As JJ had suspected even before they'd left Quantico, Sasha and her family lived in the Little Odessa neighborhood of Brighton Beach, an area of New York City that was adjacent to Coney Island and faced the Atlantic Ocean. JJ quite liked the ocean, and sat beside Emily in their SUV while they waited for Sasha to get Luna from her car. She didn't know exactly what Emily was thinking at that moment, but as for herself, she all of a sudden found herself imagining the two of them in a plane together, come summertime, after their wedding, bound for a waterfront honeymoon spot.

"Jayje? You in there?"

The blond snapped out of her dream state and turned to her girlfriend. "Yep."

"What were you thinking?"

"That when we get married, I would like to go somewhere that the ocean is easily accessible."

Emily opened her mouth and then promptly shut it when she realized that she didn't know how to respond. Even though they weren't engaged yet, they still hadn't sat down yet to have a proper conversation about a time of year for their wedding, let alone anything about the honeymoon.

"Cat got your tongue?" JJ teased cheekily.

"I—"

Emily didn't get a chance to answer that because by then Sasha had approached their car with Luna on her hip and beckoned for them to follow her.

Sasha's apartment was a bit small, but very quaint, and it had a style that was both modern and old at the same time. It was as if Sasha had adapted to the changing times over the years, while still honoring her homeland. It made JJ think of how her fathers' parents' house had been.

Used to playing hostess because she entertained her neighbors all the time, Sasha took her guests' coats and hung them up in the front closet. After politely declining anything to drink, Sasha guided them towards the back hall of the apartment, stopping about halfway down and pointing to a white door with a sign bearing the message, Polina's Room.

"Here you go." Sasha said. "This is my sister's room, and everything is as she last left it, but I shut the door to discourage Luna from wandering in."

JJ and Emily thanked her and then watched her head back down the hallway, Luna toddling along beside her. After JJ and Emily put their latex gloves on, Emily headed into Polly's room first, and when she saw that JJ wasn't beside her, she looked back to see her still in the hallway, massaging her baby bump and talking to it.

"Come on, you guys." she told them. "Please be good right now."

The twins just ignored JJ and kept kicking away.

Sighing, JJ followed Emily into the bedroom and surveyed it to see that it was typical of a happy girl in early elementary school, although they immediately picked up on a theme: everything in the room was Disney princess themed.

"Oh, man." JJ laughed as they looked through Polly's things for a few minutes. "I'm having flashbacks of life with my sister."

Emily smiled in amusement; she remembered very well hers and JJ's brig jaunt to Pennsylvania to see Sandy, and while she'd loved everything about it, she really loved hearing stories about JJ and her sister having fun together.

"Oh? Did you dig princesses?"

JJ blushed as she answered, "This has to stay between us, but I was more into Strawberry Shortcake and My Little Pony. Rosaline was the one who dug princesses, but sometimes we'd pretend that we were princesses."

"Aww, that's adorab—jeez!"

Emily's words were derailed when she felt a sharp kick in the underside of the middle, so she put down the book she'd been examining and massaged the spot.

"We might just have to call our son Bruiser, instead of Baby Bear, or whatever name we end up giving him."

JJ watched Emily for a moment. The older was as adorable as always, and her wardrobe definitely helped in that area, but today, Emily had changed things up by deciding to wear her hair out of her face, and this allowed JJ to see that Emily had wrinkled her nose as she cradled her middle with one hand and was rubbing it with the other, tying to quell the baby inside.

"Still think it's a boy?"

"Yeah." Emily nodded and let out a puff of air. "Give me a distraction. Please."

JJ beckoned her over to the area of wall next to Polly's closet. "Come look at this."

Emily joined her and found herself looking at an array of beautiful picture frames with even more beautiful pictures inside them. There was a section of wall that were pictures of Polly throughout the years, but it was clear that the rest of the photos were different members of her family.

As far as Emily and JJ were concerned, they'd hit the jackpot.

"Now we're talking." Emily remarked. "We're standing in the room of an eight-year-old girl who loves princesses, and while most of the room is chaos, this is the only part that's compleltey organized."

It was true—as was typical for a girl Polly's age, ever aspect of her bedroom, from her open closet, to the toys that were strewn about the floor to her unmade bed and messy desk, and even from what they could see of her open closet, everything showed off a normal, carefree child.

Yet, these frames were hung symmetrically, were at a level where Polly would be able to look at them without craning her neck too much, and all of the frames looked like they were dusted regularly.

Commented JJ, "Family clearly means everything to Polly. We'll more than likely find the unsub in her inner circle."

Emily shuddered and hoped it wouldn't come to that. "Will you go find Sasha and ask her to help us ID the people in these pictures?"

"Here I am." came a voice.

Sasha had walked up at that particular moment to her sister's bedroom door to check on her visitors. When she saw them, she even considered walking in to see if they needed anything from her.

"I just put Luna down for her nap," she explained. "And I thought I'd come to see if there was anything either of you needed help with."

"Actually, there is." JJ told the young woman, beckoning to her. "We were wondering if you could tell us who everyone in these photographs are."

Sasha nodded in agreement, and after navigating her way across the messy floor and began with the cluster of pictures of Polly over the years, particularly of one of a happy couple in wedding outfits, although it was easy to see that the picture hadn't been taken stateside.

"These are our parents, Nikolai and Svetlana, on their wedding day in Russia. This is Polly's favorite picture of them, so Sloan and I made her a copy of the original for her to have."

"Does Polly remember your mother?" JJ asked curiously.

"Only in bits and pieces. My sister is a very happy child, and only a few things truly anger her—she gets very upset whenever our mother is mentioned because the way she sees it, our mother abandoned us by killing herself."

She sounded resentful, so Emily changed the subject and nodded towards the next picture, which was of a younger Sasha and a newborn Polly. "What's the story here?"

Sasha smiled sadly and found herself subconsciously rubbing her baby bump as she replied, "Once we got word that my father passed away just after getting deported, my mother fell apart and completely rejected Polly altogether. I was only seventeen and working on graduating high school, which I did, but I sacrificed a scholarship to Stanford and went to school here in the city… all for Polly. I even looked into getting a job a week after she was born, and that's how I got the job at the grocery store."

"So you became Polly's mother on Day One, huh?"

"Yes, and it's been a hard road, but I didn't have to think twice because she's my sister. I even gave her her name."

"Oh?"

"Polina is short for Appolinariya, and in English, that would be Apollo. I named her after the Greek god of strength because I wanted her to be strong… and she is."

Sasha fought back the impulse to cry because for the sake of locating her sister, she had to get through the narration as quickly as possible.

"This one," she pointed to a recent snap of Polly holding and kissing a bundled up newborn in her arms. "Is of Polly and Luna at their first meeting. They've loved each other dearly ever since, and Luna often follows her like a duckling."

The next picture was of Sasha and Sloan, happy together. JJ realized they needed to talk to Sloan to at least meet him, but that thought was driven from her mind because of the next picture: it captured an older couple, dressed up to somewhere fancy because he was wearing a tuxedo and she was in a dazzling evening dress. They were both smiling happily for the camera, and JJ had a feeling she knew who they were, but she still posed an inquiry.

"Who are these two?"

"Solan's parents, Atticus and Ingrid. He's a dentist, and she owns a photography studio. They've always liked me, but when they saw my mother wouldn't acknowledge Polly, she helped me immediately; Polly even refers to her as mama, and Ingrid has never minded that." Sasha smiled vaguely. "Ingrid and James even encouraged me to document Polly's and Luna's lives through photos, so we can have happy memories."

"That's actually a really clever idea. Do you think you could give us their contact information before we leave? We want to cover our bases."

"Of course; anything to help my sister." Sasha nodded in understanding and pointed to the next, and final two pictures. "These are all of Sloan's sisters with Polly—they adore her, and she adores them because there has never been a time when she hasn't known them."

Looking back at that photo, JJ found that 'all' was a very accurate descriptor about the women in the picture because by her count, there were five of them, ranging from late teens to late twenties.

With the photo of the family at their summer home, JJ noticed something that spiked not only her curiosity, but her partner's, too.

"Who is this?" Emily pointed to a person amongst the throng of the Fitzgerald-Sokoloff clan she didn't recognize. "He isn't in any of the other pictures here."

Sasha immediately became disdainful, borderline sneering. "That's Jacoby. Every family has a black sheep, and Jacoby is ours."

"Why?"

"He's twenty-one now, but he was released from jail two months ago after getting sent there for getting caught with stolen cash and a stolen car… bastard."

"Jacoby wouldn't hurt Polly, would he?"

"I genuinely don't know how to answer that because he has always been kind to her, but after getting released, he turned to a wild card. I haven't seen him in over a week, and that's a bit unusual because even though I'm four years older than him, we've always been friends."

"How did Polly take it about his arrest?" JJ asked, already realizing that Jacoby was most definitely a person of interest.

"It broke her heart."

"Is that what this is about?" JJ pointed to an empty space in the photo line-up that Sasha had skipped over; a photo had been there once, but wasn't any longer. "His photograph was hanging here, wasn't it?"

"Indeed, and it's a actually picture of him and Sloan together, but it upset Polly so much after the arrest that I took it down and put it away." Sasha jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards the hallway. "I have no need for it, but you may have it if it will help."

"It actually will, Sasha. Thank you."

Sasha smiled and for the second time that visit, motioned them for them to follow her out of the room. JJ brought up the rear, closing the door behind them.

A few minutes later, they were leaving Sasha's place, picture in hand, as well as the contact information they'd requested.

Not long after that, they found themselves double-backing to P.S. 188 to collect Penelope because she was done for the day. Even after picking her up and heading to the station-house because everyone else had returned by now to regroup, they were all quiet.

They were now closing in on the end of Day Two of Polly being gone.