Rebecca is not your normal kid, she has her secrets and she doesn't care anymore who knows them. Hope you like please review!

Morgan knocked on the front door loudly. A short skinny elderly lady with grey hair and a significant amount of wrinkles open it quickly. Emily flashed her credentials "Hello Mrs. Henson where from the FBI can we please speak with Rebecca?"

"You could if she where hear. She said she was going to check something at her sister's apartment. Did she get into trouble again?"

"What kind of trouble ma'am?"Derek said as he fallowed to lady to a dining table and took a seat next to her.

"Rebecca is a bit stubborn and she has quit the little attitude. The boys around here are in gangs and she will always go at it with them. Don't get me wrong she's a good kid, quiet and a bit withdrawn but she can fight. The police have picked her up for roughing up the neighborhood kids." The lady looked at both of them for a moment the stud up and got herself a cup of coffee. "Would you like some coffee?"

"No thank you Ma'am. Has there ever been anything you have notice that is not normal or seems kind of wired about Rebecca?"

"Well I never really thought about it but when she first moved in she would never answer to her own name. You could yell that kid for hours and she would never notice you where calling for her." The lady sat there and looked at them for a good couple of minutes then she began to talk again. "Are you here about what happened to Kathryn?"

"yes ma'am, we are. Do you remember seeing Kathryn the night she went missing?"

"Kathryn never comes to the house without calling in advance. Last night she looked scared and in a hurry. She when I asked her why she was here she said that she won tickets so they could go on vacation from some radio contest and she wanted to bring Rebecca along with her but she didn't want to go. They yelled at each other for about fifteen minutes then Kathryn left crying."

"Is there any problems at home for Rebecca?" Emily said with a smile.

"Rebecca has tried to run away a few time and she doesn't trust anyone except Kathryn. Her trust issues are what got her moved from home to home."

Emily stud up from the table "well thank you for your time ma'am that really helps us. We need to get going though." then they left and headed to Kathryn's apartment.

In the car the two were going over possible explanations for Rebecca to a good fighter with severe trust issues. Kathryn's apartment was not terribly far from the foster home but it was 5pm and New York was on a whole new level of 'rush hour'. As they became stuck behind another yellow taxi Emily cell phone began to ring. "Hey PG what did you find?"

Garcia's perky voice answered with "a lot! So there parents car accident, well it wasn't so much an accident. Someone killed M. and Mrs. Collins and made it look like and accident. M. Collins was Interpol and Mrs. Collins was CIA. At the time they had been working this undercover case for months and they were getting close to something. That's why they died. Things didn't go very well and after NYPD worked this case a month they came up empty and closed it. That didn't go over well with Rebecca so if I had to guess now where that money is going I would say it's paying for Intel."

"Thanks Garcia where going to talk to Rebecca now."

"Be careful you two."

"We will, see yah."

There were no parking spots to be found for block so they had to walk quit a distance and for Prentiss in her heels that was rough. Kathryn's apartment was nice for a university student. The building was two stories tall and had large glass entrance door.

They entered quietly as not to alarm Rebecca. Emily peeked around the corner only to find a tiny dark room with papers scattered all over the floor and tacked to a bulletin board. Near the window was a tall skinny black haired girl dressed in dark wash jean short shorts and a purple v-neck long sleeved shirt. She was kneeling down reading a paper and quickly looking out the window at her every chance.

Her heart stopped as she heard the quiet sound of someone breathing by the door. She walked over to her bag and grabbed her pocket knife for defense.

Emily could see her knife and was quick to act. "FBI, don't move," She said enter the room with her weapon drawn. The little girl backed away into the corner her hand in the air.

"What the hell?" she muttered looking at them in complete confusion as she dropped the knife. "FBI? I thought you were CIA or who knows what!"

Rebecca's rushed over to a file on the ground and shoved in into her bag. She smiled sweetly and tried to slip out the door. As she passed Morgan he reached out grabbing her black and grey flowered back pack and pulling her back into the apartment. Losing her balance she tripped and fell flat on her face. "What was that for?" she snapped giving Derek her not so terrifying death stare.

"You are Rebecca Collins, right?" he said offering his hand as he helped her off the floor.

"Yeah, whatever sure." She said in a sassy tone and rolling her eyes "is this about Kathryn?"

"Yeah, we would just like to ask you a few questions."

"Okay shoot" they both glancing at Rebecca in an irritated kind of way. "Okay shoot was probably not my best word choice. Go head is much better."

Emily bit her lip trying not to laugh at Rebecca's snarky comments about word choice. "Rebecca, you saw Kathryn last night right."

"ah yeah. Okay you have to promise me you won't tell Mrs. Henson but last night I fallowed Kathryn home. All the yelling was just a show we put on for some entertainment." Rebecca walked over to the window a peered out the corner scanning the streets for something suspicious

"So you saw who took you sister?" Morgan asked drawing her attention back to the subject at hand.

"No, I didn't see who it was but I have an idea. Anyways she was like on the corner of Lexington and 52th street and this like SUV full of ninja, beast men in black guys jumped out and grabbed her before she could scream. It was like Geneva all over again."

"Aren't you not supposed to talk about undercover missions?"

Rebecca huffed before answering in a pised tone "I don't care anymore I tired of running and being scared. I just need to start from fresh, you know not have any more secrets. I need to learn to trust again so I'm going to get out of New York and just go until I feel like stopping. I feel trapped here. But not like you care you probably don't even understand how I feel."

"I do understand. I had a job like you parents a while back." Emily said remembering her undercover work and Ian Doyle.

"Can we talk somewhere else I have something I need to tell you but its not safe here?"

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