Don walked into the interrogation room, and flipped a file onto the table. Rex sat there across from him with a smirk on his face. "Brought me a present?"

"How about one count of kidnapping and a kidnapping charge on your record?" The man's grin went from bright and happy, and then faded as it all sunk in. He breathed out, rubbing his left hand over his spiky brown hair. He squinted, "You can't prove anything."

"Actually, I have a witness that can place you being the ones who took Charlee. Unless you can think of any other brothers who work with Joe Carlos."

With a half shake of his head, Rex offered. "Okay...I'll give you that. My brother and I, we got a call the day before."

"From who?"

He linked his finger together, despite that he was cuffed. "Joe Carlos. He had us pick up Charlee a little ways from the park so that we weren't seen. We quickly put a bandana on her mouth so she wouldn't scream and then loaded her into the car."

"That's it? You just loaded her up and then bam, you're done?" Don raised his voice a bit.

"It seems a little too easy, but there weren't that many people around that area."

"And so what, you just picked her up and kept her?"

"Yeah. He had us go to an old warehouse until everything died down. That little girl—" He closed his eyes as if he were recalling a deep memory. "was so scared. I thought that someone was going to hear us, and then I remembered that Joe had us put her in a place that no one would have ever thought to."

"And then somewhere between there we know he gave her to Antonio Harrison. How did that work again?" Squinting, Don set the chair down harder than usual, then sat down.

"Joe. He said he was going to meet up someone before heading home."

"Any idea who this person is?" Don asked, not sure if he should believe this guy. He had lied to them before, or at least he wasn't willing to give up any of the information until he had mentioned that they could link both him and his brother to kidnapping Charlee.

Rex shook his head, before deciding to speak, also holding his hand up in surrender. "No, I swear to you, that's all he told us to do."

"And then when he asked you to pick up Charlee again?"

He looked up at Don with a certain look in his eye. "Joe Carlos doesn't do mistakes. He was more than angry that he had placed his granddaughter in a home where she could witness violence, or the parents splitting up."Without another word, Don stood up and walked out of the room. "Hey! Don't I get something for helping you out?" Rex called loudly after him. But it was too late: the door had already closed."

It was about noon when Megan heard little footsteps padding into the kitchen. She stopped midway from cooking an egg on the stove with a spatula in her hand and turned around. "Hey Charlee."She tried to sound cheery, even though it had been a long night.

The young girl, her hair tussled and smoothed back from countless hours of a wet washcloth being run over her forehead. She was rubbing at her eyes, as she had just barely woken up and got up to go look for her.

Megan put the spatula on a paper towel after noticing the glint of tears in Charlee's eyes. "Hey, did you have a bad dream?" The young girl shook her head and kept rubbing her eyes as she got nearer and nearer to Megan.

"No…" Her voice came out wavering, bordering on a breakdown of tears. Megan knelt down beside her.

"Then what happened?" Megan swallowed, concern knowing that this little girl had been through so much.

Charlee stayed silent; a single tear now straying down her cheek. Megan grabbed her hand lightly and led her over to the table. She sat down, putting Charlee in her lap and wrapped her arms around her, rocking her back and forth. The little girl sat there for a few minutes; her body swaying back and forth before she let her head rest near Megan's shoulder.

It was silent between them as she finally moved her hand over Megan's. "My mom used to rock me like this." There was a happy note in her voice, but also an underlining sadness. She turned to gaze at Megan with a sideward glance.

"Charlee, your mom—she loved you very much." The thought that Andrea wasn't her mom, kept coming into her mind. A little whisper kept telling her, "you have to tell her. You can't keep this a secret. She's going to find out, sooner or later."

"Megan?" Charlee's voice broke her thoughts. As fast as those thoughts had come they had come, they had disappeared. "What's wrong?" Her little hand stroked her cheek.

Her heart swelled at her touch that Megan put her hand over hers and immediately had to hold back the tears. It must be the hormones. "I was just thinking—"

"About what?" She asked curiously, swiping away a tear from her cheek.

"It's complicated. Something I'm not sure I could explain right now."

"But you look sad."

"Charlee—"

"Oh." Charlee looked away sadly, sighing as she picked at imaginary dirt underneath her fingers. "Mommy always used that voice when she didn't want me asking-"

The way she said it and then trailed off, almost causing the hairs on the back of Megan's neck to stand up. "Asking about what Charlee?"

The little girl shook her head, suddenly quiet. "Nothing. Forget I even asked." With that she climbed off Megan's lap and trailed into the kitchen.

Megan followed a few minutes later. Charlee was sitting at the table drawing. Larry took in her expression: drawn, worn and saddened. They both eyed Charlee, who was sitting at the table, drawing on a white piece of paper with a pen. "Well, I take it that didn't as well as you wanted."

"No." Her eyes bounced back to Charlee, then his. "I keep getting the feeling that she wants to let it all out." Charlee looked over and Megan lowered her voice, even further. "But something is stopping her—"

"Perhaps, she thinks what is lost cannot be found."

She changed her stance, putting one foot in front of the other. "Maybe." Megan looked at her watch and groaned. "I almost forgot that I have a doctor's appointment today. Do you mind—because I can call Don." Charlee was busy scribbling something on the paper.

Larry shrugged. "I'm teaching with Charles at three." Megan smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Sighing, she went over and stood by the table, sitting down when Charlee didn't look up.

"I need to leave for a little while." The little girl continued to color. "But I'll be back later." Still not saying a word, Megan got up and started heading for the door.

"Meadow." The word rushed out, as the crayon dropped on the table.

"What meadow, Charlee?"

"You told me to pick a code word, so I choose meadow." She offered, picking up the crayon again.

A half hour after that, Megan arrived at Dr. Meyers' office. It was just one floor down from her last visit here at the hospital. "Sorry it took so long for us to get back to you." The doctor apologized while she went over the chart. Her blue eyes sparked with admiration for the love of her job as a doctor; her blonde, shoulder length curls bounced as she moved easily around the room.

"Not really a problem." Megan observed her as the room got quiet again. Dr. Meyers' smiled, then pulled up a stool. It took her a few more minutes to continue as she read over a few more things, before closing the chart.

"Megan, do you happen to know when your last period was was?"

It took a few minutes before she recalled the time. It had been when a huge break on the Valdez case at work. The morning had not been so great. Pulling an all-nighter would have been the perfect excuse for tempers flying—but Megan knew the all too familiar cramps were a signal that it was something different. "I think it was around the seventh."

"Of which month?"

"April." Megan responded. Dr. Meyer grabbed the chart from her lap, and a pen from her coat pocket; quickly writing something down.

"And since that time, how have you been feeling?"

"Surprisingly, pretty good. A little fatigued at times."

She nodded once in response. "When I was talking with Dr. Erickson, she said she works with you at the YMCA?"

"Yeah, I'm there a couple days a week, actually. Whenever I can fit some time in because of my job, I teach there more often."

"Well, I would definitely take it easy, now that you know that you're pregnant. Any previous pregnancies? Abortions?"

The thought was painful enough to think about, even though Megan felt like she was reliving it every day since that moment when she held her tiny son in her arms. "Five years ago. I was six months pregnant and ended up going into early labor. The doctor back in Oklahoma ended up delivering him, just after the sixth month mark."

Their eyes met—unshed tears clashed with sympathy. "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure this pregnancy goes according to plan this time. So why don't you lie back and let's see what we have here."