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I don't think either of have any idea what to expect when we get to the hospital, but when we are finally allowed to see her after more than four hours, it's not a pretty sight.

The girl, whose name none of us yet know, is on the floor hiding under a table, curled up in a ball. She's breathing hard and is holding a blanket in her arms as if it were the baby. Her eyes are as wide as ever and they lock onto mine as I peer through the large window into the room she's in.

There is one other person in the room when we arrive. When she follows the girl's line of sight to us, she stands from her spot on a loveseat and makes her way to the door. I hear mumbles through the door, but can't make out her words to the child before she exits and shuts the door behind her.

The woman must be in her late forties. She has dark brown hair, soft green eyes, and wears a worried expression.

"I'm Doctor Blake Alexander," she says, extending a hand to us. OA shakes first, and then I take her hand as well.

"Agents Zidan and Bell," he replies gesturing to me when he says my name.

"I was told you were coming. I have to be honest with you. This case goes far beyond what I've seen before. The trauma this child has experienced is so severe and long term that it has impacted her learning and development significantly. She appears to have the development typical of a four year old, though I have yet to hear her talk so it could be older. With her lack thus far of communication of any kind, I'm not sure what she comprehends linguistically either."

"Where is the other child?" I ask.

"Both children came in severely dehydrated and their bodies are starving. The infant, a boy, is still being cared for. This child should still be in bed, but she won't stay there. At this point all we can do is wait for her to get tired or it becomes a last resort and we are forced to take action," she says while looking through the window at the girl again.

"We don't know her name?"

She shakes her head. "I'm afraid not."

"Do we know how old? Anything?"

"Not yet. I just can't tell if she won't talk to me. I'd guess she's six, but that's the best I can do for now." She sighs long and hard. I know she, too, is frustrated, but she doesn't have any ideas.

Not knowing anything about this little girl bothers me. A lot.

"If you excuse me, I have to get back in there. If you would like to try coming into the room, you can. But I would suggest women only at this point. She had an extremely negative reaction to a male doctor who met her and the EMTs at the door when she arrived." Then she disappears back into the room as resumes her position on the loveseat.

I look at the girl who hasn't moved from her spot. My heart breaks all over again.

"Look, OA. She just wants her brother. She's probably scared and doesn't understand where he is," I say to him.

"What do you have in mind?" he asks, a knowing look on his face.

"Maybe it's crazy, but can we set up a live feed somehow? She her that her brother is fine? We'd build a little trust in the process. A win-win."

He smiles. "That's good. I'll find the brother and text you when I'm ready. We'll just use a video chat on our phones. Get ready." He's already walking toward the nurses' station.

I turn toward the door, turn the handle and slowly push open the door. The girl turns her head to see me enter, but nothing else changes. I sit on the floor and rest my back against the side of the loveseat. I don't say a word, but just look and listen.

Every minute or so that passes marks another attempt of Doctor Alexander's to get the girl to talk. Every time it fails. My phone vibrates in my hand and I check the time. It's been seven minutes. I answer the video call from OA and see a tiny baby laying on a mat in one of the clear infant bassinet baskets babies are kept in after they are born. I smile a little despite his unhealthy appearance.

"I have something to show you," I say quietly. "Look. Your baby brother."

I turn my phone around so she can see him. She moves from sitting on the floor onto her knees and hands in a crawling position. She comes forward a foot or so, just to the edge of the table she's hiding under, but then freezes. I hold out my phone to her, moving slowly toward her, but stop when I'm close enough for her to grab the phone from my hand. Carefully, one hand raises up and her small fingers grasp the phone and pull it to her face. She's staring at the baby with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. Her eyes flicker between me and the phone once, twice, a third time when they rest on me for a few moments.

"My baby brother," she says slowly, smile growing. Her voice is quiet, raspy and calm. Music to my ears.

I look at the doctor who is smiling, too. She nods her approval and then looks back to the girl. I'm not sure what to expect now, don't know what comes next. But we sit there, the girl staring at the phone,

OA holding the other faithfully on the baby boy, and Dr. Alexander and I just watching. We sit just like that for a long, long time.