"Remember Parker, less is more," Sophie told her, "let the character do the work!"

"I know," Parker said frowning, "you've told me a million times before."

"You know the story, just like we practiced, okay?"

"Fine!" she replied, slightly annoyed.

She took a deep breath as she approached the building. Nothing used to bother her, she didn't care about anyone and never had to deal with people, but now, life was different. She had a team she'd come to care about, more than she ever thought possible, and it seemed that the more cases they worked, the more often she had to deal with her past. But this one was different, pretending to be a kidnap victim with a hellish past filled with lies and drunks and abuse, there wasn't much pretending required.

Her eyes darted from side to side and back again as she walked through the waiting area, heading to the reception. She fidgeted with her top and her hair and her watch as she waited for the receptionist to acknowledge her.

"How can I help you today?" the woman asked with a cheery smile that made Parker want to hit her, 'no-one should be that cheery!' she thought.

"I'm looking for Dr. Clark," she said quickly, not meeting the woman's eye.

"Can I ask what it is regarding?"

"A personal matter," Nate prompted her through the earpiece and Parker repeated the nondescript phrase.

"She seems to have a lot of those today," the woman replied, "please have a seat and I'll see if I can find her for you Ms..?"

"Simons," Parker answered.

"I'll call her for you now, Ms. Simons."

"Thanks," Parker replied and took a seat in the uncomfortable red plastic chairs. Bouncing her leg and playing with her top, she looked every bit the abused and drug addicted runaway she was meant to be.

"Ms Simons?" Dr. Clark seemed to appear in front of her from nowhere causing Parker to jump.

"Wow!" Parker exclaimed, "you'd make a good thief!" she finished with a smile.

"Erm, thanks, I guess," Tracey replied, "What can I do for you, Ms. Simons."

"I need to speak to you in private," Parker continued quietly.

"Good, Parker," Nate said as Tracey looked Parker up and down, "just keep it going."

"Yeah, great job Parker", Sophie added, "See the way she's looking at you, she really thinks you're a junkie, probably one who wants to rob her."

"Or she's looking for a kid," Hardison laughed.

Parker stifled a laugh at the idea as Tracey met her eye once more.

"I'm a little busy today; perhaps you can come back another time?" Tracey answered.

"Parker, tell her you need to speak to her today, but call her Stacey," Nate said.

"But what if she's the other one, Lucy?" Hardison asked.

"It's a hunch but Stacey fits better, further from the father and closer to the date he left town, didn't have to hide her as long," Nate replied.

"No, Stacey, I need to speak with you today," Parker said forcefully.

Tracey started slightly as Parker spoke but hid her discomfort quickly, just not quickly enough that Parker, or the team watching through the button cam, missed it; they all knew she'd hit the nail on the head.

"I'm sorry," Tracey said, a little confused, "My name is Tracey, not Stacey and I really can't help you."

"Call her Stacey again, Parker," Nate prompted her again, "tell her you're just like her."

"I think you can help, Stacey," Parker said, no longer fidgeting but standing tall, invading Tracey's personal space, forcing the issue, "see I'm just like you, I'm one of your dad's 'kids'."

"Did you see that flinch when you mentioned her dad?" Nate questioned, "she's probably trying to figure out if you're for real. Stay in her face, she'll crack in a minute."

"Come through to my office," she said, leading Parker to the same, small, dimly lit room that Nate had been in just an hour before.

"Just what do you mean you are one of my dad's kids?" Tracey asked as soon as the door was closed.

"Exactly what I said," Parker answered, fidgeting with her hair again as she took a seat, Tracey following her lead.

"Who are you?"

"My name was Alexandra Steel, before your dad kidnapped me and sold me."

"What?" Eliot asked, speaking for the first time since the meeting that morning, "where did you get that name from?" he asked.

"Was the only kidnapping that fit for when the Simon's got their little girl back," Hardison replied casually, not knowing the turmoil now going through Eliot's mind. He wanted to run into the hospital and rip the truth from the doctor with his bare hands. After all this time, he couldn't believe a case was going to be the thing that finally helped him trace his sister.

Back inside the hospital, Tracey shook her head as if to start denying what Parker had just said, probably just the way her father had taught her to handle the family business, but Parker interrupted.

"Don't bother denying it, Stacey, I know everything and I have proof!" she continued, saying the lines as Sophie feed them to her, "I know how you kidnap kids you assume are being abused, how you sell them to families who have lost kids and they are given the dead kid's identity and then forgotten about!"

Tracey's internal struggle played out on her face for the team to read easily, a fight going on between wanting to know more about what happened to this girl, what was so bad to have her end up here and wanting to deny all knowledge of her and what they'd done.

"Denial is not an option Stacey," Parker said, producing a photocopy of the ledger they'd stolen, "as I said, we have proof."

"Please stop calling me that," Tracey asked in barely more than a whisper.

"Why, it's your name right?"

"It hasn't been my name in a long time," she looked up at Parker, but quickly averted her gaze from the obviously troubled young woman, "you said we have proof, who is we?"

"A friend I met in juvie," she replied.

Tracey swallowed hard as she continued to stare at the desk. "Why were you in juvenile detention?"

"Stealing to get money for drugs," Parker replied nonchalantly, "anything to get away from the crap at home!"

Tracey's face suddenly turned chalk white and they all knew she'd hit a nerve.

"My friend is very good with computers, traced my real parents, did some digging and found your dad, then found you and your little 'operation' here."

"What do you want?" Tracey asked.

"I want you and your daddy to know what you did to me!" Parker responded, getting out of her seat, walking around the desk and standing directly in front of Tracey, "I was fine until he dropped me in that hellhole!"

As she sat on the edge of the desk, berating Tracey for all her woes, Parker casually lifted the doctor's phone, carefully, holding it behind her back, she placed another bug in it.

"No," Tracey answered, looking up at Parker with tears in her eyes, "we only ever took kids we knew were being abused, we put them in good homes!"

"I went from a bad situation to a worse one!" Parker replied, "you drop these kids into better situations, but never bother to check on them again? How do you really know they are better off?"

"I, erm, uh..." was all Tracey could say, unable to articulate the horror train of thoughts now running through her head.

"Ask her if she ever gave a thought to the families left behind?" Eliot chimed in.

"Alexandra Steel's mother died of alcohol poisoning about a year after she disappeared," Hardison said, "father died in suspicious circumstances and her older brother, Edward, disappeared off the face of the earth, no-one has seen or heard from him in over twenty years."

"Use the brother Parker," Sophie told her. Outside, a single tear escaped Eliot's eye as he listened to his life story being played out.

"I had a brother," Parker told Tracey, "did you know that?"

"No," she replied quietly.

"My mother drank herself to death, my father, alright he wasn't that great to me, died the same night my brother disappeared."

"Can't your friend track him?"

"I'm trying, Parker, but this kid really did disappear," Hardison added.

"No," she answered, "your daddy robbed me of my family."

"I'm sorry," came the pained reply, "we thought we were helping."

"Well you weren't!" Parker said.

"Now, set the trap, Parker," Sophie told her.

"There is a point to my little visit," Parker began, "I want to get my life and my name back, but to do that, I need money for rehab."

"How much,"

"I think a million dollars should do it."

Tracey looked at this mysterious young girl in shock.

"That's right, honey," Hardison jested, "you can run but you can't hide from me, I know all, I see all, Cayman Island accounts, child's play!"

"We don't have that," she replied.

"I think you do, we have the ledger remember, we know how much each family paid for the kids."

"But there are costs and we don't keep the money for ourselves, we donate it to help abused kids."

"Well, think of this as a donation to help this abused kid."

"Don't forget the records, Parker," Nate reminded her.

"Oh, and I want a list of all the kids you and your daddy have taken and who got them," she said as she turned to leave, "if you won't make sure they are okay, we will."

With those final words Parker left Tracey to absorb the shock of what had just happened. It didn't take long before she decided what to do next.