Sitting in an anonymous blue Volkswagen around the corner, Hardison and Nate watched as Parker left the hospital and turned their attention to the laptop, which held the feed from the cameras Nate had placed earlier and the bug Parker just put in the phone. All they had to do now was wait and hope their assumption that she'd call her dad to get the files was right.

They didn't have to wait long; just as Parker got to the car they heard the dial tone.

"Hey honey, how's work?"

"It's fine dad," she answered, taking a deep breath to break the news to her father, "but we have a problem."

"What's wrong?" The calm and congenial doctor persona was dropped quickly, replaced by the business man.

"A woman came to see me today, she said she's one of your kids," she said quickly, hoping speed would make the words come easier.

"What do you mean 'one of my kids'?" he asked.

"She says you took her when she was a kid and gave her to a family who were worse than her own."

"Please tell me you didn't tell her anything?"

"I didn't have to, Daddy," she almost cried as she spoke, her words getting more frantic by the second, "she had the ledger, she knew my name, she knew details she couldn't possibly know."

"Of course she knew your name, she came to see you at work," he answered, puzzled.

"She knew my real name, she knew about Stacey!" Tracey practically yelled into the phone and was greeted by silence on the other end.

"Daddy...?"

There was still no response.

"Daddy, are you there?"

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

"I don't regret my life, Daddy," she said with a sigh, "you gave me a better life than I could ever have hoped for otherwise but..."

"Stacey, you have to ignore her, she can't have proof," he said, the grieving father gone as the business man returned once more.

"It's more than just that, of course I'm worried about getting caught, but she said her life was worse after and she said things about her real family, it just makes me think, we never follow up, we never make sure they are okay, shouldn't we be doing that?"

"No Stacey," he replied, "these people come to us, they trust us, they pay us to help them, we take these kids from hellholes and give them to families who want them so much, they will pay every penny they have for them."

"It doesn't mean they won't hurt them."

"Look, honey," he said, his voice now taking on the tone of one talking to a small child who didn't understand, "the details she has can't hurt us, we'll move on from here, start fresh somewhere else if you are really worried."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" she shouted, "I'm not a little girl anymore, I want to know these kids are okay."

"Alright honey," he gave in, "go to the safe house, I'll meet you there."

"My shift ends in an hour," she said, "I'll see you then."

"See you soon," he replied, then quickly added, "What was the girl's name?"

"When she came in, she said it was Simons, but then she said Alexandra Steel, why?"

"Nothing, I was just curious, I'll see you in an hour, I love you, honey," he finished.

"I know," she answered, "I love you too."

Tracey sat at her desk, head in her hands, hoping to god none of the other kids had ended up like the one who'd come to see her today, praying that most were lucky, just like she'd been.

She stood up with a sigh, rubbed her eyes and went back to work.

"Eliot," Nate said, "keep tabs on the doctor, follow her every move."

"Fine," Eliot replied.

"Hardison, can you find this safe house? I want to bug it before they get there, if we can."

"I'm looking but it must be registered under an alias."

"Okay, let's fall back to the hotel," Nate finished, hoping Eliot could hold it together a little while longer. The use of Eliot's favourite response when he was anything but fine hadn't escaped Nate's notice.