Meghan let out a relieved sigh as they drove out of the Everglades. She wasn't going to be fed to the alligators. A phone rang, making her look over at Kiera. She sighed and reached into her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Kiera..."

"Well hi." From the smile on her face, Meghan could tell it was her father on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Driving."

"Where?"

"Around."

"Kiera, where are you?"

"In Florida."

"Where in Florida?"

"Figure it out Tim. You figure everything else out."

"Can I talk to Meghan?"

Kiera glanced over at Meghan, who pretended like she wasn't listening.

"No. See, she's been a bad girl."

"If you laid a finger on her..."

"Oh stop!" Kiera laughed. "I would never. She's fine. She just is grounded. No phone for a while."

"You can't ground her. She's not your daughter."

"Not yet at least." Kiera hung up and tossed the phone onto the floor. "Don't touch it Meghan."

-------S/C-------

Tim watched Tyler as he tried to get a trace on the cell phone. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry Speed. She cut it off before I could get an exact location."

Tim sighed and stared down at his shoes.

"Isn't this the chick that killed her sister to be with you?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe she'll come to you..."

"I highly doubt it Tyler. Thanks anyway." Tim walked out and headed down towards Ballistics. Only Dave, the night shift ballistics expert, was there. "Dave, where's Calleigh?"

"She walked out of here a while ago." he replied.

"Great." Tim muttered. "Thanks."

He walked out, pulling his cell phone out, and dialed Calleigh's number.

"Calleigh Speedle."

"Hey. Where are you?"

"I had to go pick James up from school. Why?"

"No reason. I was just... worried."

"Oh. Did you get anywhere?"

"No. Tyler couldn't get a trace off of Kiera's cell phone."

There was silence for a few minutes and Tim was worried they got cut off.

"You still there?"

"Yeah. What's plan B?"

"I don't have a plan B." Tim admitted, heading down to the trace lab.

"So that's it?"

"No. I'm just... stuck for the moment."

"Tim, I know it sounds like I'm not effected by this but I just want her back."

"I know honey. I do too but if I have nothing then I can't go anywhere."

"And sometimes I can calm myself by saying that Kiera is in love with you and our kids and wouldn't want to hurt them but look what she did to Lilly. I... I just, every second that we waste is another second that I don't know if Meghan is still alive and that scares me. I just want her back."

Tim didn't know what to say.

"I'm at the school. I'll be back to the lab in about twenty minutes. I love you."

"I love you too." Tim hung up and looked at Eric. "Anything?"

"I remember back when we did the first case." Eric said. Tim looked at him. "Kiera's closet was filled with you. You lined the walls, shelves, everything. What if she did the same this time?"

"She was in jail."

"Ah-ha." Eric handed Tim a file. "She was released three months before the stalking began. Pleaded temporary insanity and they gave her parol. So I did some more digging. I typed in Kiera Martin on the real estate databases. Nothing."

"What does she sleep in a cardboard box outside my house?" Tim asked dryly.

"Close. I went to your house, the one you stayed at during these few years. I talked to your neighbors and showed them a picture of Kiera. Your neighbor Michelle Richards says that Kiera lives in the house two doors away from her, meaning that was your neighbor on the other side and that her name is Kara Marsh."

"She's been watching me." Tim mumbled.

--------S/C-------

Tim unlocked the front door and he and Eric walked into the house.

"Nice place Speed."

"I wasn't looking to invite anyone over." he muttered. "Okay, so she could look into my house whenever she wanted apparently."

"Did you ever let her in?"

"Eric, I would've remembered if I let this psycho in this place so no I did not."

"Maybe she snuck in. Maybe she's been taping you."