Emily looked up as the door opened. The light was turned on, giving her a better idea of what room she was in. There was a small window up high in the one corner, but that was it for natural light otherwise. She had no idea how long she'd been in there alone, but it felt like a long time.

"You are one hard person to get a hold of," the man said, stopping in front of her with his arms crossed. She didn't recognize him at all.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" he asked, tilting his head.

"No," she whispered.

"That's too bad. It was pretty memorable."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Emily said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded photograph and held it up in front of her. She stiffened, looking at it. There were two dead bodies in the photograph, a man and a woman.

"Recognize them?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. He sighed.

"I guess you were pretty young," he said. Emily stared at him.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Your parents," he answered. She was taken aback. Her parents? No, her parents were alive. She felt so confused now. The man was smiling at her now, realizing she truly had no idea.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, afraid to find out.

"I'm going to finish the job I started over 20 years ago," he answered. She saw his gun in his hand and panicked.

"No," she whimpered. "Please."

The door opened at this point, and someone stuck their head in.

"Boss?" they said. "You need to deal with this."

"Can it wait?"

"No."

The man growled and looked back at Emily, who felt grateful for whatever distraction had interrupted his obvious intent to murder her. He tapped the side of her head with his gun, making her flinch.

"Don't go anywhere," he said. He left her again, shutting the door behind him.

...

Frank waited for the leader to appear. He was very calm. It hadn't been hard to get a location from the person texting Jade. It led him here. There were two other armed men in the room, but Frank wasn't worried. Tarconi was waiting outside with reinforcements if this took longer than fifteen minutes.

"What do you want?" the leader asked angrily.

"I believe you have something that's mine," Frank answered.

"And what is that?"

"The girl," Frank replied. The leader's face changed in shock, and Frank jumped into action. He had the three men engaged in a hand to hand combat within seconds, and he easily took them out one at a time, saving the leader for last. In the end, he had him on the floor with his arm twisted around behind him and his foot on the man's back.

"Who the hell are you?" the man demanded, panting.

"Someone you don't want to ever mess with," Frank answered. "Where is she?"

"I'm not go-ahhhhh!" the man yelled as Frank twisted his arm more. "Okay! Okay! She's downstairs."

"Who hired you?" Frank asked.

"Fisher, okay? Fisher hired me!"

"Fisher who?"

"I only know his last name!"

"What did he hire you to do to her?"

"Just to bring her to him. That's it. I swear!"

"Where?"

"I didn't get the location yet."

Frank knocked out the man at this point, knowing he wasn't going to get anymore information from him. He took his keys and went downstairs. He opened all doors until he came to one that was locked, and he put the key in to open it. He turned the light on once inside.

"Frank!" Emily cried. She appeared to be fine, which gave him a huge feeling of relief. He went over to her and pulled out his knife.

"You okay?" he asked as he cut her wrists free.

"Yes," she answered. "He was going to kill me, but you interrupted."

"Did you get any information from him?" Frank asked, working on her ankles now. Emily was rubbing her wrists with her hands one at a time.

"He...he showed me a picture of two dead people and claimed they were my parents. He told me he was finishing a job from over 20 years ago," she explained. Frank was finished, so he looked at her now while still crouched, and she was becoming a bit tearful.

"Well, he's working for someone named Fisher, so it's a step in the right direction," he told her. "And he claimed he wasn't going to kill you, just take you to Fisher." He helped her to her feet. She surprised him by hugging him tightly, and at first he didn't know what to do until instinct told him to hug her back.

"Thank you," she said, muffled by his shirt. "For coming for me."

"You're in my care," he reasoned. "It's my job."

She pulled back and looked at him then.

"Would you still have come if I wasn't?"

He knew he would have. Emily seemed to have this hold on him that he couldn't explain.

"Yea," he nodded. "I would have."

She smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back. Then she surprised him again by moving to kiss his cheek softly before stepping back and hugging herself.

"Come on," he said, reaching for her hand. "Let's get out of here."

She didn't argue. She took his hand, and they went back up the stairs.

"Wait," she said, going over to the man on the floor. She searched his pockets until she found the photograph and took it. She rejoined Frank and took his hand again, and they walked out to his car.

"I was just about to breach," Tarconi said when he saw them.

"No need," Frank replied. "You can go arrest the ones that are still breathing."

"It better be all of them," Tarconi said in a scolding way.

"Yes, it's all of them," Frank replied, holding back from rolling his eyes. "And the big guy is waiting to find out where he was taking Emily, so watch his phone."

"All right. Good," Tarconi nodded. He led the way, and his team followed. Frank got into the car after getting Emily safely in the other side.

"Where to now?" she asked.

"Who took you?" Frank countered. He needed to know.

"It was a police officer," she said. "He said he had a message from my father and took me to a conference room to talk."

"Can you pick him out?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Frank needed to talk to Jade again anyway.

...

Tarconi handcuffed the officer who had helped kidnap Emily and marched him away, a disgusted look on his face. Emily was standing close to Frank. She was afraid to be alone now. She didn't know if that annoyed him or not. He didn't tell her to move away, so that was a positive sign. When Tarconi came back, he led them to a room that had a window looking at Jade. She was sleeping in her chair.

"You or I?" Tarconi asked Frank.

"I'll do it," Frank answered. Tarconi just nodded, and Frank stepped out of the room and went into the other one. Emily watched him sit down across from Jade and bang his fist on the table, jolting her awake.

"I'm sorry," Frank said. "Did I wake you?"

"How are you back in here?" Jade asked. "You're not police."

"I got special permission to be in here," Frank answered.

"So who are you that you got this permission?"

"Not important."

Jade sighed loudly and tilted her head back before sitting up straight and looking at him again. Emily found herself feeling annoyed at this woman.

"So what do you want now?" Jade asked.

"Who are these people?" Frank questioned, sliding the photograph Emily had given him across the table. There was a flicker of recognition in Jade's eyes, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"You know them," Frank pressed.

"I know of them," Jade corrected.

"So tell me about them," Frank ordered.

"I heard about them through other mercs," Jade said. "It was a big thing. The guy who did it messed up and didn't get the kid, and they've been looking for her ever since."

"Who are they?" Frank asked again.

"William and Holly Taylor," Jade answered.

"Why were they killed?"

"That I don't know. I just heard about the kid."

"Who is the kid?"

"Emily Taylor."

"When you say he messed up, what went wrong?" Frank asked.

"I don't know, man. I just know he messed up," Jade shrugged. "And that's all I know."

"How did you see this photo?" Frank inquired.

"I didn't. They were on the news. I saw them there," she answered.

Emily felt numb. Her parents were murdered. Charlie wasn't her real father. What was going on? She looked at Tarconi, who was already looking up the names on his computer.

"Ah," he said in a soft voice. "Tragic."

"What?" Emily asked.

Tarconi didn't say anything. He just looked at her with sad eyes, and Emily suddenly very much wanted to know what he had read about her parents. Frank returned, and he was looking at them both.

"You find them?" he asked.

"Yes," Tarconi answered. "It...it's not good."

"Tell me!" Emily demanded.

"I'd rather not..." Tarconi started, but she was already up and moving around behind him. He couldn't shrink the window in time, and she saw the photos. She felt her throat tighten and her stomach clench. It was horrible. The worst part was they were holding hands. The photograph the mercenary had shown her didn't show that. She felt a tear escape, then another.

"Emily," Tarconi said gently. "Perhaps you should look away now."

"Why did they kill them?" she asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Tarconi answered. "It's not in the file."

Emily walked away then, and she avoided Frank's comforting hand. She ground her jaw, feeling both anguished and furious that this was kept from her.

"I need to call my..." she stopped, catching herself. "Charlie. I need to call him."

"It's okay to still call him your father," Frank said. "He did raise you."

"I didn't have a choice!" she snapped. "He could have done this for all I know. He could have had them killed in order to take me! He could be Fisher."

She turned her head and buried it into her hands. For some reason, her dream came to mind, the face that was out of focus.

"He's not Fisher," Frank assured her.

"How do you know that?"

"Cos this guy said he was taking you to Fisher. If that was the case, why did Charlie send you away with me?"

Emily knew this was sound logic, and she did her best to process it and calm herself down. Charlie wasn't Fisher. He wasn't a murderer.

"Emily," Frank said, putting a hand on her shoulder now. She didn't pull away this time. "We'll figure it out."

"I don't know what to do or feel right now," she said.

"That's okay," he replied. Wordlessly, she turned into him, needing to hold onto something. His arms securely around her made her feel as though things really would be okay.

"What is your plan for tonight?" Tarconi asked after a few moments, making Emily pull back from Frank. She felt self-conscious that Tarconi witnessed that moment.

"Your place is burnt," Frank sighed. "I will think of something."

"Did you find out how they keep managing to find her?" Tarconi asked. Frank shook his head.

"No, and that would have been a good question for our friend back at the house," he said. "That's my fault."

"Is there anything on you at all that they could be using to track you?" Tarconi asked Emily, who shook her head.

"No," she said. "And he destroyed my phone." She gestured to Frank.

Frank looked thoughtful for a moment before going out of the room. Emily looked at Tarconi, who shrugged. She decided to wait for him to come back.

...

Frank had a suspicion. It was a long shot, but it was possible. He went to his car and got down on the ground. He'd borrowed a flash light from the front desk, and he used it now to look under his car. After ten minutes of searching, he found it. He reached up and worked to pull it out. Then he looked at it in his hands.

"Those bastards," he muttered. It made sense. If they were monitoring Charlie, they'd know he called Frank. All they had to do was wait for Frank to leave his car unattended for a moment to hide the tracker on it. He recalled stopping for something to eat and losing sight of his car for about twenty minutes. That would have given them enough time. He felt stupid for not thinking to check sooner. He went back in to Tarconi and held it up for him to see as he entered the room.

"Look at that," Tarconi commented. "Where did you find it?"

"Under my car," Frank answered.

"Sneaky."

"Well, without it, they won't know how to find us," Frank said, setting it down.

"I can keep it here. Let them think you stayed here for the night," Tarconi suggested.

"Thank you," Frank said.

"And, to be extra cautious, you can take my car," Tarconi offered. "In case they hid a second device as a backup for when you find the first one. I'll take a cab home."

"Now who's paranoid?" Frank joked. He agreed, though. He'd get his car checked for bugs tomorrow. Tarconi tossed him his keys, and Frank caught them. Emily went with him, and she kept her head down as they walked out together.

"Where are we going to go?" she asked when they were in the car.

"I have a place," he answered. It was a safe house. He hadn't used this one ever. No one should know where it was or that it was even his.

He really, really hoped not.