Stella showed Calista picture after picture while Claire sat and documented every response the girl made. None of them seemed to be familiar to her.

Claire sighed. "Break time!" She stood and walked out. Finding Mac on the other side of the two-way mirror, she leaned her head against him.

"She's calmed down?"

"Yup. Going back to the orphanage and staying on top of the case I think is what's driving her."

"Tends to." Mac sighed. "I don't want her on the case though. Especially if it ends with you calling us, instead of us helping you." He looked at Claire who was nodding in agreement.

"Can't pull her off, though. I'll wake up to you dead in my bed."

He smiled at that and kissed her. "Than our only option is to keep her on the case and pray we find Miss Manten alive."

"That's him!"

They heard Calista squeal as Stella dropped a photo on the ground.

"Him?" Stella asked, unsure of where the picture even came from.

Claire raced back inside. "Shit, Stella! He's from a different case!"

"What case?"

"This man," She held the photo up. "Has been making terrorist like threats for months now. Saying something about bombing various locations on Wall Street. We haven't been able to track him down, but he was positively identified a few days ago."

"Prints and all?" Stella's voice cracked.

"Yeah, we have a partial in Aphis."

Stella grabbed the photo and ran out the door, into the street and down the road toward the Crime Lab.

"Hawkes!" Stella yelled as she flew through the door. "Hawkes, give me a hand!"

Medical Examiner Sheldon Hawkes peeked out from the break room where he and Dr. Jane Parsons were enjoying an evening coffee together before he started his shift and she ended hers.

"Coming, Detective!" He placed his mug down and shot a quizzical glance over to the blond haired Brit sitting across from him.

He left to find Stella, and Jane followed.

They both peeked into one of the labs as Stella ran frantically around looking for something.

"Stella?" Both Jane and Sheldon spoke at the same time.

"Evidence… from the last rape vic." Stella managed.

"Boxed it up yesterday. Hang on." Sheldon ran down the hall and toward the rows of locked doors that housed evidence boxes and bags from countless cases, current, solved and otherwise.

He located the box easily and he quickly headed back. He found Jane and Stella scanning a photo into the system.

"Print?" She asked without looking up.

Sheldon dug through the boxes. "Got it. His right?"

"The suspect? Yes." Stella took it from him and scanned that in as well.

The laser scanned it at an agonizing pace before producing the words "Affirmative Match".

Stella lit up as she grabbed the printout, photo and print. "We have a suspect… I can get a warrant!" She screamed as she raced out the door.

Jane looked at Sheldon. "What is she talking about?"

"Don't know. Thought they ran into a dead end with this girl, but I guess not." They returned to their coffees, talking about Stella.

Stella ran back into the station, colliding head on with a young officer. "Damn it!" She shouted as she held her head. "I'm sorry."

The officer laughed as he steadied her. "Quite alright…" He leaned back to catch her badge in his line of vision. "…Detective."

She smiled and skirted around him, jumping over the swinging door and back into Claire's office. They were in there, Claire, Mac and Calista.

"I have a match." She whispered excitedly. "Mac, the unidentified print from Theresea Bowman's cup and door knob match the prints on the terror suspect 'Nicholas Tilver'." The grin that lit her face mirrored her feelings of absolute excitement.

Mac smiled back. "We can drop Theresea's case for the moment, we may have a new victim if we don't find him now." He turned to Claire. "Can I team one of your guys up with one of mine to comb for prints at the orphanage that might match?"

Claire shrugged. "I suppose I could spare someone." She picked her cell up and dialed a number in. "Hey, Flack?" A pause. "Join me in my office. You're playing with the homicide detectives today." Another pause. "Try not to hide your excitement to get away from me for the day, officer." She laughed as she hung up. "Donald Flack is new. He's training under Sergeant Gavin Moran and is hoping to train as a detective with the station. This will be good for him."

Don Flack walked into the office and waved at the detectives. "Hey speedy." He nodded specifically to Stella.

She blushed. "Umm, I was in a hurry… lives on the line."

"Always are." He smiled.

Mac shook his head, not wanting to know how Stella and Don met. "You two can head back to the orphanage. Comb it from top to bottom and match your prints on a portable. Take Calista with you so she can get to bed."

He turned to the child and smiled. "You've helped us very much. We're going to do everything we can to get Miss Manten back. Okay?"

Calista nodded as she held her arms up to Stella.

Stella picked her up and led Don out of the office.

Once again, Miss Manten was thrown into her small 'cell'. She was sore and tired. The sick bastard was driving her to want to end it herself. What could she do? Slam her head against the wall? She sighed softly as her fingers danced across the solid stone floor. It reminded her of her room almost. At the orphanage, her bedroom was in the oldest part. Originally, Saint Basil's was a Roman Catholic Church with two floors. It was converted to the orphanage and she had claimed that room. She felt closer to heaven in the old bell tower. But in her room she was never trapped. This room she could not escape from. She curled up on the floor, arms crossed tightly over her stomach. "Help me." She whispered.