Danny couldn't go back to sleep after Jack called earlier. His mind was racing. He found himself sitting in a chair in front of Michael's bed. Watching him was the only thing that calmed Danny down. Michael looked so peaceful. He had no idea what was going on. He had no idea that his mother might never come home. And Danny felt responsible because he didn't protect her. He couldn't find her. Danny thought he was responsible just like his father was responsible for his mother's death. Danny held his head in his hands as he considered the irony in that thought. A knock at the door stirred Danny from his thoughts.

Danny walked out to the living room and opened the door. Maggie and Kathryn's father, John, were standing at the door. "Hey," Danny said wearily wondering why they would come over in the middle of the night.

"Danny...Agent Malone called us. He asked us to meet him over here, but he didn't tell us anything. Do you know what this is about?" Maggie asked nervously.

Danny just looked at them as they walked through the door. He knew if it was good news then Jack wouldn't have waited to tell them. "I don't know. He hasn't called me, but I'm sure he'll be here soon. Can I...uh...can I get you anything?"

"I could use some coffee," John said as he sat down on the couch. John Kelly was a quiet reserved man. On the inside, he was as distraught and nervous about Kathryn as anyone, but for his wife's sake, he maintained a cool, calm demeanor.

"I'll make it, Danny," Maggie said as she went to the kitchen. "Were you able to get any rest?"

"A little," Danny answered.

"How about Michael? Did he eat well? Did he go down OK?"

"Yeah...he's fine. He has no idea..."

"It's bad, isn't it?" Maggie asked referring to Kathryn.

Danny rubbed his eyes. "Maggie...I..." Before Danny could answer, there was a knock at the door. John got up to answer it.

"Agent Malone, come in," John said.

"Mr. Kelly. Thanks for coming over so soon. I thought it would be easier to tell you all this at the same time."

Danny and Maggie then walked out from the kitchen. Danny made eye contact with Jack and then looked down. He was terrified at the thought of what Jack was going to say.

"Please tell us what is going on Agent Malone," Maggie pleaded.

"Let's sit down," Jack said calmly.

And Danny knew what he was doing. He had seen Jack do it dozens of times. Jack was preparing...preparing them for the worst. Danny could see it in his eyes. If Maggie and John weren't there, then Danny just would have forced Jack to give it to him straight. But that was precisely why Jack asked them to be there. Jack knew that Danny wouldn't lose his cool in front of them. This was the game Jack played. He knew how to handle people. He knew what he needed to do to get them through the hardest time of their lives. As many times as Danny watched Jack do it and marveled at how well he did it, he never thought he be on the receiving end of it.

Maggie and John sat on the couch as Danny and Jack sat opposite of each other. Danny just stared at the floor. He was afraid to make eye contact with Jack. "We traced a black van that had been following Kathryn to a private investigator. This PI had been following Kathryn on and off for two years."

"Following her? What..." Maggie started, but her husband put his hand over hers as if silently telling her to let Jack finish.

"Someone paid this PI to take photos of Kathryn. We found an apartment that belongs to this man. The apartment was covered floor to ceiling with the photos of Kathryn. This man is obsessed with her...with her life. There were photos of her alone and with Danny and Michael. There were also older photos from when she was younger."

Danny rubbed his face in frustration as he thought about what Jack was saying. Finally, he just had to ask, "Where is she, Jack? What happened to her?"

"We still don't know, but we know who has her. We know who the man is," Jack replied as he handed the sketch to Maggie and John.

"Oh my god. This can't be...this can't be. He wouldn't..." Maggie said.

"Who...Who is it?" Danny asked as he looked at the sketch.

"Richard Kendall," John answered in a barely audible voice. "The man Kathryn was going to marry."