Hello Bobby, I knew you would find my note. Are you enjoying our little game? And what about your dear wife? I know I am. Your little Maggie reminds me very much of you, Bobby. She is an attentive child, very protective of baby brother. How on earth did you manage to raise a child with no jealousy when you yourself were plagued by it for so many years? She is also extremely fond of her Uncle Mike. Have you made a friend, Bobby? How nice for you. I will be in touch.

He sat for a moment, looking at her writing, before he pulled an evidence bag from his pocket and slid the note into it. He tagged it, handed it to Eames and left the room. Eames looked at Logan and Barek, her eyes dark with worry, handing off the note to Barek and hurrying after him. Barek looked at her partner, who was staring at the open door. "This is not good, Barek," he whispered softly. "Not good at all."

She followed him out of the room.

Eames found him by the SUV, talking on the phone. "I don't want to hear 'I don't know', Rudy!"

She gently took the phone from his hand, and he let her. "Rudy? This is Alex."

"Hey, there, missus!"

She smiled. "Do what you can as fast as you can, ok?"

"I got my people out on every route from here to Canada, looking for a blue four-door sedan driven by a blonde devil."

"How many people do you have?"

He laughed. "Enough, sweetheart. Just be ready to move."

"We are."

"I'll call the second I hear something."

"We'll be waiting."

She closed the phone and slipped it into her own pocket. He'd moved to the front of the vehicle and was leaning against the grill with a cigarette. She leaned against the car beside him. "Well?"

"I really am sorry, Alex."

"Forget it. I explained it to her. What worries me is you."

He looked at her. "Why?"

"Why? Come on, I know you better than that. Bobby, you are a half a step from losing it."

He shook his head. "No. I've got a handle on it."

"And that's why you were yelling at Rudy?"

He sighed heavily. "I-I don't know what else to do. I feel so damn...impotent."

"You have a problem with waiting?"

He laughed shortly. "I can sit on a stakeout for a week at a time. I ran an eighteen month sting once, waiting for a major dealer to finally step into it. I sat by you all night, waiting for Maggie to make her first appearance. I can wait."

"But...?"

"But now, the longer we wait, the further she gets from us...the further she takes them from us, and that is what's driving me nuts. Eames...I...all I can think about is what she might do to them, and I'm not there to protect them."

"You can't save the world, Bobby."

He looked directly at her. "I don't want to save the world. I just want to save my children."

She stepped around to stand in front of him, brushing her hand along his cheek and into his hair. She pulled him down toward her and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against her. At the same time, as his arms encircled her waist, she rested her head against his shoulder, pressing her forehead into the side of his neck. Give and take...strength and weakness...him and her...Together, they were stronger than either alone, and they knew it. He turned his face toward hers and kissed her. "Don't let me forget," he whispered.

"Forget what?"

"It's us, not me."

"Promise."

Maggie watched the lady go into the gas station and she looked around. It was really busy...maybe she would have time. She slipped out of the straps of her car seat and climbed out of it. "I'll be right back, Tommy. Be a good boy."

She climbed out of the car and hurried across the lot to the side of the building, watching for Nicole. She pushed a milk crate up to the phone and climbed onto it. Studying the numbers, she pushed 9-1-1, just like Daddy had taught her.

Lois Cameron pressed the lighted button on the console in front of her. "911. What is your emergency?"

I gotta find my daddy.

"Where is your daddy, sweetheart?" Her eyes went to the memo taped to the wall beside her console.

He's a policeman.

"What is your name?"

Maggie.

"And where is your daddy a policeman?"

In New York.

"Is your daddy's name Bobby?"

Yes! Do you know him?

"Where are you, Maggie? Are you okay?"

We're okay, but I don' know where we are. A lady taked us from Grandpa's. Please find my daddy and tell him to come and get us. I'm scared and I miss him. I gotta go. I left my baby inna car!

The line went dead.

Goren pushed his fork through the pasta on his plate. Eames rested her hand on his leg. "Try to eat," she said softly.

From across the table, Logan said, "If you're not gonna eat it...oof!" Barek hit him in the ribs with her elbow. "Hey! I just don't see the point of wasting good food."

A phone rang. Eames pulled it from her pocket and handed it to her husband. "Goren."

Detective Goren, my name is Lois Cameron. I'm a dispatcher in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. I just received a call from your daughter, from an Exxon station just off Route 7.

He sat up straighter. "Is she all right?"

She sounded fine. She wanted me to find you for her. I have sent several units to see if they can intercept the woman who took her and her brother.

"What else did she say?"

She said they are okay, but she's afraid. I can get a recording of the call for you.

"Please do. We're on our way."

He closed the phone and said, "Maggie called from a gas station near Stockbridge, Massachusetts. Let's go."

He dropped three twenties on the table and they all ran for the cars.