A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They are very much appreciated. So I have no clue how kidnappings work really, and I don't know the process for reuniting the family with the kidnapee, so if it sounds like I don't know what I'm talking about in this chapter, it's because I don't. Just thought I'd warn you. But hey, it's my story, so if this is how I want it to happen, this is how it happens.

Disclaimer: I only own Brooke, Charles, and Elizabeth & Dylan Carter, although I had a dream that I owned Danny, but that's a whole other story :)

"Daddy!"

Danny turned around at the sound of her voice. A huge smile formed on his face when he saw his daughter make her way through the crowded police station. He glanced at Lindsay, who had tears in her eyes. When he turned his attention back to Lucy, he saw that she was now running for him. He got down on his knees and took her in his arms when she got to him.

"Lucy, baby, you're okay." he said, comforting his now crying daughter. He felt her arms wrap tighter around his neck.

"I missed you, Daddy. I've been so scared." she whimpered.

"I know sweetie, I know. But it's okay now. I'm here. And I'm never letting go of you again."

Danny slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to wake up from his dream. When he saw where he was, a smiled a tiny smile. He was on a plane, on his way to Kansas. His dream was about to come true. He was about to see Lucy again.

He turned his head to his left and saw Lindsay staring out the window.

"Linds," he said softly. She turned her head to face him, her eyes red from crying. She smiled.

"She's coming home, Danny. She's coming home."

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The day started out like any other day for Brooke. She woke up that morning, got dressed, got a coffee from Starbucks, then went to school. However, she knew that it wouldn't be just an ordinary day.

She had talked to Danny Messer the previous afternoon, telling him about who she thought was his daughter, e-mailing him her school picture, to which he confirmed that it was her. After that conversation, she had made a call to the police station. She had talked to a Detective Charles Wilson, and that was when the plan was made.

While at school, the detective would talk to Lucy while the arrests of her kidnappers were being made. This way Lucy would be at school so if Elizabeth and Dylan Carter decided to run, they wouldn't be able to take Lucy.

Brooke sat at her desk, watching as her students walked into the classroom, putting their bags down and laughing and joking around with each other. About a minute before the bell rang, she saw Lucy walk in, looking tired. Brooke sighed, happy that nothing had gone wrong at home and that she was here. Brooke looked at her teaching assistant.

"Would you run the class for me? I've got something I need to do." she said. The young woman nodded and smiled, happy to take over the class.

Brooke reached Lucy beforeshe could put her stuff down.

"Sweetie, I need you to come with me."

Lucy stared at Brooke with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Ms. Roberts, yesterday, I was just kiddin'. It was just me and my crazy imagination." Lucy explained. Brooke nodded and smiled.

"I still need you to come with me. Please?" Brooke asked. Lucy sighed and turned away from her desk.

"Okay." she agreed.

Brooke led Lucy out of the classroom and down the hallway to the principal's office. Brooke could see that she was scared, and she wanted to say something, anything to make her feel better. She wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, and that her real parents would be there soon, but she didn't. She was afraid that anything she might say would cause Lucy to run away. So instead, Brooke just stayed quiet until they reached the office.

"Why do I have to go to the principal's office? Am I in trouble?" Lucy asked. Brooke shook her head.

"No, you're not in trouble. There's just someone in there who needs to talk to you." Brooke explained as she opened the door to the office and let Lucy go in. She followed Lucy in. She knew she didn't have to stay with her, but she wanted to.

When they entered the room, Brooke saw Charles sitting at the principal's desk. He smiled when he saw them.

"Hello Lucy." he greeted. Lucy looked at Brooke.

"I told you, that ain't my name. I was only jokin'!"

"Lucy," Charles continued, "my name's Detective Wilson. I'm here to talk to you, to help you. Now please, come sit down."

Lucy hesitated before going to sit in the chair facing the detective. She stared at the ground, not wanting to look at the man. Brooke sat in the chair next to her.

"It's okay, sweetie," Brooke told her. Lucy nodded, not looking up from the ground.

"Well now, I don't know where to start, so why don't you start, Lucy? Tell me about your life in New York." Charles said.

Lucy's head shot up at the mention of New York. She looked at Brooke, then at Charles, confused.

"How do you know about New York?" she asked. The detective smiled.

"I knw a lot of things."

"Like what?" Lucy questioned.

"It doesn't matter. Now, if you don't want to talk about New York, why don't you talk about Elizabeth and Dylan."

Lucy looked down at the floor again, but looked up quickly.

"I hate them." she answered. The detective was about to say something when Lucy started speaking again. "They make me call them Mommy and Daddy, even though they aren't my parents. And any time I mention my old life, they freak out on me and beat me. Like on Wednesday, I mentioned Uncle Flack, and Dylan hit me."

Brooke sat in her chair, shocked. That was why she had winced when she had touched her yesterday. She couldn't believe that this had been going on for so long and nobody had even noticed. Of course, she hadn't even thought anything was wrong until yesterday.

Charles leaned back in his chair and shook his head, sighing. Not only was this a kidnapping case, it was also a child abuse case.

"Tell me about that day in Central Park."

Lucy shrugged. She's been to Central Park plenty of times, but she knew exactly which time the detective was talking about. In the four years since that day, she'd never told anyone what had happened. She took a deep breath before starting.

"I remember it was a Saturday, and it was my dad's day off. He wanted to spend the entire day with me. He took me to some Disney movie, he took me to get ice cream, and then he took my to the park. By that time, I was tired and cranky and I was being a brat. When my dad's phone rang, he answered and he turned his back on my for not even a minute, and I was stupid and I decided to be mean to him and hide. So I wandered off, even after all the times both my parents had told me never to do that. I was only going to be gone for a minute, but that's when Dylan and Elizabeth took me. He put his hand over my mouth and she had a gun. They took me to their hotel room, they told me my parents didn't want me. I was so stupid, I actually believed them. Is that stupid of me?"

Charles shook his head.

"No sweetie, it's not stupid. You were young, you didn't know what to believe."

Lucy nodded, and then continued.

"They took me with them to live here. They dyed my hair and they made me wear contacts that changed my eye color. They told me that if I ever told anyone, they'd kill me. I was scared, I...oh God, they're gonna kill me now!" Lucy yelled. She had tears falling down her face. She started sobbing loudly, and it was the worst thing Brooke and Charles had ever heard.

Brooke put her arm around the sobbing child, trying to comfort her.

"Lucy, listen to me. Elizabeth and Dylan Carter won't be able to hurt you anymore, do you understand? You're safe." Charles said. He couldn't believe what the poor girl had been through. She was living with people who abused her, and she thought that her real parents didn't want her, and now she had the fear that she'd be killed for telling someone about this. He was just glad that he told the right person. Any other person could have easily gone to Elizabeth and Dylan, saying their 'daughter' was acting crazy and saying she was someone she wasn't. Charles thanked God that Brooke had looked Lucy up on Google. It was a move that saved Lucy's life.

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"Excuse me, are you two by any chance the Messers?"

Danny and Lindsay turned around from where they stood in the crowded airport. They nodded their heads yes at the man who was talking to them.

"I'm Detective Bryan. I'm supposed to pick you up and take you to see your daughter." the man said, holding his hand out to shake Danny and Lindsay's hands.

Danny nodded.

"How is she?" he asked. Detective Bryan shrugged.

"I honestly haven't seen her yet. She's at her school with my partner, Detective Wilson."

"Well, have you arrested her kidnappers yet?" Lindsay asked.

"We went to their house and they weren't there." he answered. When he saw the disappointed looks on their faces, he quickly responded, "But don't worry, they don't have a clue what is happening, so I'm sure they are just out running errands. Don't worry, we'll get them. Now let's get you two to that school to see your daughter."

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The drive to the elementary school had seemed like hours for Danny and Lindsay, when it had only been about thirty minutes. Once they finally pulled up, they almost couldn't believe that they were there. Their daughter was actually inside of that building. After four years, they would get to see her again.

They both got out of the car and followed the detective inside the building. When Danny saw the nervous look on Lindsay's face, he grabbed her hand. When they reached the door of the principal's office, the detective stopped and looked at the two.

"Are you ready?"

Danny and Lindsay looked at each other, took a deep breath, then looked at the detective.

"We're ready."