"Dad, I don't understand," Rebecca McCoy announced as her father embraced her. "Why did you send NYPD officers to bring me back from Portland, when I already had a protective detail assigned-"

"I need you here, Becky," McCoy began, as he exchanged knowing glances with the two detectives that stood by the closed door.

The exchange did not go unnoticed by the District Attorney's daughter.

Becky searched her father's weary face. Although McCoy had exchanged the tux he'd woren since the ordeal began, for a pair of jeans and a sweater that had hung on the rack near his desk, anyone who knew McCoy could see the man was a mess.

His hair was disheveled, the bags under his eyes only served to highlight the lines on his face that seemed have become deeper of the course of the previous day.

Jumping to a logical conclusion, Becky McCoy caught Green's eye.

"Did you find Brooke? Oh God, is she..."

"No," Green interjected. "No, Miss McCoy, we're still looking. But, we do have information leading us to believe her captors are bringing her back to Manhattan."

"Back to Manhattan," the young woman repeated in confusion.

Green paused, giving McCoy as questioning look and responding only after he received McCoy's resigned nod.

"We also know Ms. Malinowski wasn't their intended target."

McCoy's daughter listened while her father led her to the leather sofa by the window. Her initial reaction of horror slowly changed to one of anger, as Ed Green told her she had been the intended victim for Rostov's plan to extract revenge from Jack McCoy.

Her dark eyes registered with immediate recognition, when she heard the name of the man she knew her father had used in a deadly trade, in order to gain access to another Russian he wanted to prosecute.

As Green discussed taking her to a safe house until Malinowski and her captors were found, her jaw tightened. Abruptly, she left the sofa and opened the door leading to the outer office.

"Excuse us detectives," she said not quite managing to keep her tone level. "We need a moment."

"I'm sorry honey…"

"No you're not," she spat back angrily, "Brooke's the one who's sorry. But to hell with anyone or anything that gets in the way of your self righteous 'crusade for justice'."

"You know better than that. Becky, know you're upset. That doesn't –"

"What will it be Jack, the third or the fourth time since I moved out of the house that I have to abandon my job, my boyfriend, basically my life, because you crossed the line between prosecuting and vigilantism? Between you and the woman who gave birth to me, my life is one big protective order!"

Lack of sleep and an excess of adrenaline kept McCoy from reacting to his daughter's use of his first name...a reference she had only made once before... right before the beginning of their years of silence.

"I am not going to apologize for getting a sadistic felon off the streets," he shot back with fevor. "As for your mother. She does what she thinks is right. We both do..."

"Right? According to who? Certainlhy not according to the law. My God, yo uhad the man kidnapped by the Russian government to get your own way! Of course he wants pay back," she said moving towards the door. " You know, Brooke would have blindly followed you to hell and look where it's gotten her! Well not me, Jack. Not anymore!"

His daughter's reference to his fiancée hit him as hard as if Becky had backhanded him. His face was filled with pain; from the sting of his daughter's hurtful words, as well ashis own guilt. Before he could respond, Becky grabbed her coat and purse from one of the chairs in front of his desk and opened the door.

"I'm not doing this again, Jack. This time I mean it. I'm changing my name and moving so far from you and this city that I can get on with what's left of my life, in peace. Once this is over, we're over and this time, don't even think about trying to find me!"

Logan and Green watched as father went after daughter, who stormed towards the elevator.

"For God's sake Rebecca," McCoy hissed as he grabbed her arm," save the theatrics until after …. Listen to me young lady. Hate me, but don't punish your mother for what I've set in motion. It damn near killed her when you did this the first time."

Rebecca turned away, pulling her arm free, as the elevators door opened. Ignoring the curious group that gazed at the pair as they left the elevator,she moved forward, only to have McCoy block her way..

"We both know my mother is a tought as nails," Becky shot back, as she glared at her father. "Besides if you wanted to spare Liz so much, maybe you should have thought about her before you put everyone around you in jeopardy, one more time."

"God damn it Rebecca, she's your mother and I'm your father and that's a fact you're goin gto have ot live with, like it or not," he bellowed as he took her by the shoulders. "I won't demand you treat us with respect, because we both know what a farce that would be, but I will tell you you're not going anywhere without either Detective Logan or Detective Green. Do whatever you want when this is over, but until…until they find her.. .until I know whether Brooke..."

The young woman started to reply with another acidic comment, but relented when she saw a single tear begin a trail down her father's face.

"Dad," she said in almost a whisper. "I'm..."

"When they bring her home, you're free to do whatever you like," a strangled voice strained to respond. "Right now, I have to know you are safe... even if it costs me your love."

"We don't have time for this Ed," Logan whispered as he nudged his partner. "Listen, if you don't mind babysitting McCoy's kid until she set up at the safe house, I'd like to try to reach the lead detective in Canada. If we're lucky, his people have sweated out an address from their suspect."

Green nodded, his eyes still on McCoy and this daughter.

"Go ahead and take off, man. No problem here. I want to talk to McCoy about setting up a meeting with Nicolas Brezin when he's done hashing it out with his daughter."

Logan's eyes widened in surprise, as he turned to face Green.

"The ex-KGB guy McCoy sent up for killing Rostov's brother? Why do you think that guy would want to tell you or McCoy squat?"

"He's a former cop too, Mike. He knows McCoy was just doing his job. Besides, Jack got one of the two guys that helped kidnap Brezin's daughter sent back to Moscow; one of the two guys that forced her into prostitution. That's got to mean something to Brezin."

Logan shrugged his shoulders and started towards the elevator. Although he didn't hold much hope out for Green's plan, Logan knew every minute the pair debated, was a minute lost in trying to find Malinowski.