Kate was seated on her couch. She was barely keeping herself from falling apart. Her little boy was missing and she had no idea what to do next. She'd looked everywhere and could not find . What was she supposed do now?

Tony came in a second later. He'd just searched the rest of the apartment for any sign of whoever broke in. "There's no sign. Aside from the jimmied lock, there's no sign that this place was broken into."

"I told you there was no sign. I already looked before you got here. It wasn't a robbery, Tony. It was either a kidnapping or an attempted kidnapping," Kate said. She prayed it was the latter. She couldn't bare the thought of her son in his hands. He'd already done too much damage to her boy and she'd promised him it wouldn't happen again.

"Could Tim have gotten back in? Does he have a key?" Tony asked.

"No, there's no reason for him to have one. He's nine. He's never here alone. I pick him up from the neighbor's upstairs every night. Before you ask, I already called her hours ago. She hasn't seen him," Kate said.

"Okay, then that means whoever did this didn't get to him here," Tony said, trying to give her some hope.

"Unless he came home while the bastard was here," Kate said.

"You say that like you know who did this," Tony commented.

"I do. I knew right after realizing that my son was targeted. My son of a bitch ex-husband hurt that kid and tried to take Tim," Kate said.

"Tim's father?" Tony asked.

Kate nodded. "John McGee. He's the biggest asshole you'll ever meet. We married right after I found out I was pregnant. I divorced him when Tim was seven," Kate said.

Tony went and sat down next to her. "Are you sure? Is John the type that would hurt a child?"

Kate could hear what Tony was really asking. He wanted to know if her son was abused, but he was afraid of how she'd react to the question. "I came home one day in time to see him smack Tim across the face. The bastard is lucky I didn't have my gun on me. I found out from Tim later that he'd been doing it for a while. He just made sure that any bruised I discovered could be easily explained. He was abusing my son and I didn't know about it. I'll never understand how I didn't realize it."

"It's not your fault," Tony said. He knew Kate would've stopped it the second she found out. She would never allow someone to hurt her child. She would've beaten the crap out of the bastard and then kicked him out. She wasn't one of those women who let abuse happen.

"My son was being abused and I didn't know. What kind of mother doesn't know? Kate asked. She had never and would never stop blaming herself for what her child had to go through. She should've figured it out and protected him. "His demeanor changed. I could see how little by little, by boy became afraid and nervous. John told me it was due to kids at school. When I wanted to go talk to the principal, John assured me he'd already done that and that it wouldn't happen again. He said Tim just needed time to get over being bullied."

"Kate, when you found out the truth, you got your son away from him. A lot of moms let it happen. They say they love their kids, but they let them continue to be abused. You didn't let it continue. You protected your child," Tony told her. He wouldn't let her blame herself. She was a good mother. She protected her child when some mothers would turn a blind eye

Kate sighed and picked up a picture that was on the end table next to her. "I have to find him. I promised him his father would never touch him again."

Tony peered over at the photo. It looked like a school photo of a little boy. He had short dirty blond hair and green eyes. He was wearing a plaid blue and white button down shirt. He was a cute kid. Tony could picture that kid having everyone loving him with just one look. He couldn't understand how his father could hurt him. "He's cute. He doesn't look a lot like you though."

"No, he looks like John. Looks are the only thing they have in common. I need to get back out there. I have to find him," Kate said before putting the picture down and standing up. She had no idea where else to look, but she had to find her son.

"You know where to look?" Tony asked.

"No. And if John doesn't have him, I don't understand why he hasn't found a way to contact me. He knows where I work and my cell and work phone number. Although, he may not trust anyone enough to ask for help," Kate said. Tim didn't like strangers at all. The damage his father had done to him left him afraid of people he didn't know.

An idea suddenly occurred to Tony. "Maybe he's lost."

"What?" Kate asked.

"He was scared. His abusive father came inches away from him and his friend was attacked. He probably just took off and didn't think about where he was going. There are a lot of woods by the park they were attacked in and it's easy to disappear in the trees. By the time he stopped moving, maybe he didn't know where he was," Tony said. He felt like an idiot for not thinking of it earlier. They'd searched the park and everything surrounding it, but they hadn't gone into the woods to look.

Kate thought about it for a minute and kicked herself mentally. She should've thought about that sooner. Her little boy might be out there lost somewhere, and that had to make him even more afraid. "My God. My son may be out there somewhere not knowing how to get home. Let's go look. We have to look

Tony nodded and let the way out of the apartment.