Brenda rubbed Joel. He was not happy being cooped up in this tiny room.

Brenda needed more ammo. She only had her pistol and one clip. She also needed cash. She only had $47. She called Elaine.

"Potovsky escaped."

"Shit! What are you going to do?"

"I need to get out of here, but I am low on supplies. I only have a clip and a couple of twenties. I also have Joel."

"Joel?"

"My cat."

"Do you know where the abandoned train tracks are in San Pedro?"

"Yeah."

"Meet me there in an hour."

Brenda bided her time. She watched the door and the window. You never leave your back turned where someone can get you.

Washington, DC

The team got together. They grabbed pistols, shotguns, ammunition, smoke bombs, rope, flashlights, knives, hi-powered binoculars. They took fake identification, new cell phones, lots of road maps- they avoided having GPS in the car so they didn't get tracked, water bottles, and provisions. They loaded the van and got ready to go.

"Wait up!" Their lab expert, Griffin came running up behind them.

"Griff! What is it?" He was Caitlin's cousin and Taylor's on again off again boyfriend.

"You're not going to take me?"

"We need you here. We need someone to track Potovsky and his men. You're too valuable to risk."

Griffin was sad. He knew he had to stay, but he didn't want to see his family going into danger without him. A lot had changed since he left the core, but one thing stayed the same. He never left any man behind.

"We also need you to find Peaches."

"I'm on it."

Griffin hugged his comrades and headed back to his lab. Besty, his snake, was slithering around in her terrarium. It was huge and filled with branches, a pool, and caves.

He couldn't call her because he didn't want Potovsky to trace him. Instead, he called the utility company and said there might be a gas leak at her house. When the company arrived to check it out, they that the lock had been busted. The apartment had been turned up side down. They saw no sign of gas, but didn't know what to do about the scene. They eventually called the police and reported it.

Griffin was watching LAPD's call logs. When he saw an officer was dispatched to the location, he hacked in to see what they found. "A ransacking had been reporting. No one at the home. The officers arrived, no signs of a struggle."

"Phew! She wasn't home."

He called Andrew.

"Hello"

"It's me, Griff. Have you heard from Peaches?"

"She's lying low until this blows over."

"Where?"

"That's why it's called lying low. I have no idea."

"I need to find her."

"Potovsky could be tracing you. If people from Russian goverment helped him escape, those same people could be helping him now."

"I have to try. She can't do this alone."

"She doesn't need to do anything. We have a manhunt underway. We will take him down."

"What if they don't find him in time?"

"It's not my call. It's not yours either."

Griffin hung up. He needed to find her and get her safe.

Andrew sighed. The youngings never listened when they didn't like what you had to say. What the hell was he going to do about this. They made up their minds already. This was going to be a firefight. Andrew sat down with his coffee.

Elaine grabbed her burn bag. She had a bunch of cash, some American, some Canadian and some Euros. She took out some of the American money and some of the Canadian. She went downstairs and made a fake ID for Brenda. She grabbed some ammo and a taser. Brenda needed this stuff more than she did. Elaine had nothing to do with Potovsky.

She drove down and parked several blocks from the gas station. She made sure no one followed her. She walked up, seeing a blonde figure in the distance holding some type of box.

They met halfway. Brenda hugged her. "Thank you for coming."

"You would do the same for me."

Brenda nodded. Elaine gave her the bag. "This should help you get out of town. There's a safehouse in the Mohave desert. Here are the coordinates. Bring a lot of water. They're not much out there."

Brenda handed Elaine Joel. "Can you get him to Fritzi?"

"Of Course." They said their goodbyes, and Brenda was off. She filled her car with gas, filled the trunk with water, filled the backseat with non-perishable food and other provisions. She drove out of the city and headed for the desert.

Elaine passed the apartment but kept driving when she saw the police. She took Joel home, waiting to figure out how to tell Fritz his wife wouldn't be coming home.

When Chief Pope was checking in with the various departments, he learned officers had been dispatched to Chief Johnson's house. He demanded an update.

"Commander Taylor. Where's Major Crimes?"

"You gave them the day off, Sir."

He sighed. "Well, someone broke in to Chief Johnson's house. I need them here, now. Also, where is she?"

Taylor called her husband, who was surprised she wasn't lounging at the house. He found out there was a break-in, and he rushed home. There was no sign of his wife, her car, or Joel. Someone had ransacked the place. Fritz was asked if anything was missing. He looked and Brenda's purse was still there. That was odd. He looked further, her gun was gone, and her phone wasn't in her bag. He called it. No answer. He needed someone to track it.

"Her gun is gone," Fritz finally said. "So is her phone and our cat."

He called the FBI office and asked for someone to trace his wife's phone. They tried but there was no signal.

"So her phone is dead?"

"No. You can still trace a dead phone. It's either destroyed, or someone took the battery out."

Major Crimes was reconvened. They rushed to Chief Johnson's home to find her anxious husband without a clue was to what was going on.

"The door was definitely kicked in," said Tao. He photographed the busted lock.

"Someone was looking for something." Gabriel added. "Was her laptop here?"

"No. She didn't bring it home last night."

"I don't see any blood," added Sanchez.

"Her car's not out front," Flynn said.

"Maybe she fled," continued Provenza.

"From whom?"