Anna sat up slowly, looking around. She heard footsteps outside the closed door.

"Daddy?"

The door opened and the light turned on but it wasn't Tim who walked in. Anna let out a gasp.

"Surprised to see me?" Michelle asked. "Oh Anna, you're so beautiful. Certainly grown up from the last time I saw you."

"Stay away from me." Anna snapped.

"Now, don't act like that. Have you missed me?"

"No. Where am I?"

"Our house. Let me check your head." Michelle moved forward and Anna moved away from her.

"I said stay away from me." she said. "As far as I'm concerned you're not my mother."

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Tim sighed as he lowered himself onto the couch. Everything seemed to hurt. His head was throbbing. His arm was in pain. His chest had bruises all over it.

"Baby!"

"What?" Calleigh poked her head out of the kitchen.

"You have those painkillers?" Tim asked, not even trying to turn around.

"Hold on." Calleigh walked upstairs and went into her bathroom, glancing over the medicine bottles. She grabbed one and went back downstairs. "Here."

Tim took two of the proffered pills and popped them into his mouth.

"Thanks." he muttered. "I should've watched where I was going."

"Tim, I looked over that traffic tape numerous times. That car came out of nowhere." Calleigh said, kneeling down in front of him. "There was nothing you could've done."

"Well I feel like there was."

"Well there wasn't. Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before?"

Tim stayed silent.

"Did you get anything off the tape?"

"No. It happened so fast that right now we don't have a license plate number. Tyler's working on slowing it down. All we do know for sure is whoever has Anna is a redhead."

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"Anna, stop acting like a baby. Come here." Michelle beckoned her over.

"I don't want to be near you." she said, then turned to Jack. "Or you."

"I have to look at your forehead."

"I can take care of it myself."

"No you can't."

"It's not like I haven't had cuts before. But this doesn't count as a cut. This is a pretty big cut and I need stitches."

"No you don't." Michelle laughed.

"Okay let it get infected and bleed until I die. Your choice." Anna muttered. Twenty minutes later, Michelle, Jack, and Anna were standing in the ER.

"Just fill out this form." the ER nurse said. Behind the counter, the other nurse was watching TV. "Honey, what happened to your head?"

"I was in a car accident, hit it on the windshield." Anna replied. The second nurse glanced at Anna, then back at the TV. Michelle stepped on her foot lightly and started filling out the paperwork. Anna glanced at the form and looked up at Michelle.

Name: Elizabeth Clark

"That's not my name." she said.

"Yes it is sweetheart." Michelle smiled. "She hit her head a little hard."

The first nurse nodded. Anna sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Det. Tim Speedle, a CSI with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab was involved in a car accident early this afternoon. His daughter Anna was also in the car but after EMTs arrived, her mother came and took her. According to sources, seven years ago, Det. Speedle and his ex-wife Michelle Clark had a heated dispute over who would get full custody of their daughter."

Michelle froze for a second but kept writing. Anna leaned over the nurses' station, trying to see the news.

"Judge Mark Wayans was reported to give custody to Ms. Clark but after she was arrested for DUI and drug possession, he quickly changed his decision and gave Det. Speedle full custody."

"Honey, you'll get a better view there." the nurse pointed to the left of her and Anna moved, seeing the TV clearly now. A picture of her in her softball uniform was now on the screen.

"Anna, now 14, has gone missing after the tragic accident. Lt. Horatio Caine and his team are doing everything they can to find the teenager but there isn't a lot to go on." the reporter was saying as the picture switched to a picture of Anna between Tim and Calleigh. "One worker for the crime lab says whoever hit Det. Speedle this afternoon is who took Anna. Other's say it was just a mere coincidence."

Anna stared at Michelle, who was still filling out the paperwork. Had she hit the SUV on purpose?

"Det. Speedle and his wife, crime lab ballistics expert Det. Calleigh Duquesne have made no comment yet but Lt. Caine has scheduled a conference tomorrow morning. If you have any information of Anna's whereabouts or have seen her please call the Miami-Dade Police Department at..." the reporter rattled off some number and Anna stared at the second nurse, hoping she'd get the picture.

"Okay all done." Michelle smiled, flipping her red hair over her shoulder. The first nurse smiled and took it.

"Okay Elizabeth, Dr. Caldwell will see you." she said, leading them down the hall. The second nurse was still staring at the TV, which now posted Anna's school picture. She glanced down the hall and grabbed the phone.

"Yes I would like to speak with someone about Anna Speedle."

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Within an hour the ER was filled with officers and CSIs.

"Was this her?" Calleigh asked, handing the nurse a picture. She nodded. "Who was she with?"

The nurse glanced at the paperwork Michelle had filled out.

"All it says is her relation was her mother. She signed her name but I can't read what it says. She said Anna's name was Elizabeth Clark though." she read. Michelle appeared in the waiting room, but saw the MDPD blocking her exit and dragged Anna down the hall to a different exit.

"MOM!" Anna yelled. Calleigh looked around but didn't seen anyone.

"She also requested to pay for the stitches now, not get billed for the charges."

"Ma'am, I'm going to need the money this woman gave you."

"MOM!" Calleigh heard it again but it was farther away this time. Michelle pulled Anna into the bathroom and slapped her.

"Shut up!" she hissed. "She is not your mother. She is just the bitch that married your father. I swear if you say a word when we go out into that hallway you're going to need a lot more stitches."

Anna clutched her cheek, tears springing into her eyes.

"Stop crying." Michelle ordered. "Didn't you say you'd be better off with me?"

"How do you know that?"

"Camera. I hooked one up when I broke into the house." Michelle dragged her back into the hallway and headed out a back exit. In the waiting room, Calleigh was bagging the money the nurse gave her. Now she would spend hours in the print lab to most likely come up with no hits. But it was worth a shot.