A FBI agent meets them at the airport. The car ride is mostly silent. After about forty five minutes the black SUV slows to a stop. The agent turns to Jane, who sits next to Maura in the backseat.
"There are bullet proof vests behind you."
"What's the situation?"
"Neighbors said he moved in three days ago, in the middle of the night. They've seen him outside picking up the paper. They've also seen him leaving for work."
"Is anyone living with him?"
"They haven't seen anyone, but an orange cat who sleeps on the front porch all day. We don't know if there is anyone else in the house, but he is definitely in there."
"Ok," Jane nods.
"Do you want to go in?"
"There's no way you'd be able to stop me," Jane answers.
"Then let's go, they're waiting on us."
Jane gets out of the car. Maura stays in the car as Jane and the FBI agent walk to the other side of the street. Maura watches as Jane puts her vest on. Another man begins talking to Jane. Jane nods. The man hands her a gun.
"Ready?" she agent with salt and pepper hair asks.
"As I'll ever be."
"Are you sure that you're ready to do this?"
"Yes," Jane nods.
The house is surrounded by FBI agents, and police officers. The man with grey hair leads the pack to the front door. Two agents wait for the signal to knock the door down. Jane throws her hand up.
"Yes Jane?"
"Knock first," she begs.
"You're right," he agrees.
The two men in front of him wait for a signal. "You heard the lady, knock first," he growls. An officer steps up to the door and knocks, "FBI, open up," he barks.
"Back up! I'll come out," a voice on the other side of the door answers.
The lead agent nods, and everyone takes a step back. He makes an announcement over the radio.
"Ok," one of the agents answers, "We're ready. Step out please."
The door opens, and a tall man with sandy hair steps out. He steps forward. Jane stands aside, just watching and waiting.
"Is there anyone else in the house?" an agent asks.
"Does it matter," Ryan answers.
Jane takes a step back, and allows Ryan to be paraded through the sea of people, toward the cruiser. Jane feels her chest tighten.
"Jane," a gruff voice calls out. She steps forward, onto the porch.
"Yes, sir," she answers.
He holds out his hand, palm up. She hands him her weapon. She rips her vest off.
"I didn't clear the scene. I'm going to let you go in, and I'm going to send an agent in behind you, ok?"
"Yes, sir," she answers.
She steps into the house. She quickly moves through the living room, past the kitchen into the hallway. She comes on an open door, and pokes her head in. She finds an empty dining room. She goes to the next room. She pulls the door open, and finds a master bedroom with a mattress, and box-springs on the floor. She moves to the next room. She pulls the door open, and finds an bathroom. She reaches the end of the hall, and the last door. She takes a deep breath, and turns the knob on the door. She pushes it open slowly. She finds a dark, quiet room. The light from the hallway illuminates part of the room. She sees a desk with a lamp. She tiptoes into the room, and flips on the lamp. She finds a bunk-bed with an empty bottom bunk. Ahead of her is the closet. To her right is a small bookshelf. She steps over to the bed. She steps onto the bottom rung of the ladder, and peers over the edge of the bed. Jane sees a little girl with long, dark hair. The little girl sleeps with her back facing Jane. Jane touches the little girl's shoulder.
"Wake up, sweetheart," she whispers.
The girl's eyes pop open, but she doesn't budge. She just listens. "Can you hear me? It's very important that you wake up," Jane adds.
The little girl rolls over to face Jane. She doesn't say a word. She just looks at Jane.
"Who are you?" she questions.
"I'm Jane, who are you?" Jane asks as her heart sinks.
"I'm Emily."
"How old are you Emily?"
"Five," she answers.
"Emily are you the only one here?"
"Daddy's here."
"What about your mom? Where is she?"
"She's dead."
"So you're alone?"
"No, my sister is here."
"Your sister? Where is she?"
"She's supposed to be in bed."
"In here?"
"Yes," Emily answers.
"Sweetheart I don't see her."
Jane steps off the ladder. The little girl climbs down the ladder. The little girl goes over to the closet. Jane looks inside the closet, but doesn't see anything other than clothes.
"Emily did you think she was in the closet?"
"No, turn on the light," Emily instructs.
Jane flips a light switch inside the closet. Emily points to the top of the closet.
"Sometimes when daddy gets mad she hides up there."
"Why does she hide?"
"She doesn't like when he gets angry. She found a hiding spot. She's probably in the attic."
"How does she get into the attic?"
"She climbs to the top shelf, and slides the door open."
Jane takes a step back, she takes the wooden chair underneath the desk into the closet. She slides the small white piece of wood on the ceiling back.
"Sweetheart are you up there? Can you come down please? It's alright, you're safe now. I've got Emily with me. Will you come out please?"
"Who are you?" a voice answers.
"I'm detective Rizzoli, you can call me Jane."
"I don't want to."
"You don't want to come down?"
Feet, and legs covered by pink pajama bottoms appear before another word is said.
"Do you want me to move?" Jane questions.
"Yes," the girl answers.
Jane steps out of the closet. The girl's lower half dangles as her upper body reaches the top shelf of the closet. The little girl jumps onto the floor of the closet before Jane can offer to help her. She pushes her hair out of her face, and stands up. She steps out of the closet, and turns the light off behind her.