The intel team cracked into the data of the footage in no time as Mike stood behind them, biting his nails as he did; he watched as the agents tapped their way in and read at the stats about the call.

"I've got an address!" an agent remarked.

Mike perked up as the agent turned to him "24 Lily Bridge Lane." She said, nodding to Mike who immediately processed the address and left the Intel team to retrieve Ryan and a team.

He grabbed Ryan by the arm and pulling him away from the 'water cooler talk' and made eye contact with Agent Donovan to inform him that they had traced the call.

"Woah, slow down! At the rate you're going, I'm going to spill my coffee!" Ryan remarked.

"Fuck your coffee!" Mike remarked.

Ryan grimaced "I take it they found the location of the call?" he asked.

Mike simply nodded when they stopped at the sound of Agent Donovans' voice yelling at a group of agents to go with Mike and Ryan to the hide out; Mike sighed as he looked at Ryan "I'm gonna get my daughter back." He said before leaving the building.

The FBI agents surrounded the building, getting out of the cars with their guns drawn and making a perimeter around the house.

Mike and Ryan followed suit, trying to blend with the other agents as Mike followed behind the team who were about to kick the front door in.

The door was kicked in and the agents began to swarm the house, clearing every room while Mike and Ryan immediately began looking for Grace; Mike stomped around while Ryan was his back-up, and the older man ran straight into Mikes' back as the agent had abruptly stopped.

Mike took a few steps forward and kneeled down to pick up the familiar red pea coat that had been left on the floor.

"All clear, sir. There's nobody here." An agent informed Mike.

Mike huffed, turning around to face Ryan to show him the left behind coat of Graces'.

There was a silent moment between the two men, Mike huffed once again as he walked away from Ryan with the pea coat still in his hands.

"Mike!" Ryan called out, following him outside where Mike walked to his car and placed the coat on the hood of it, giving Mike a chance to examine it all closely.

Ryan looked at Mike who brushed his fingers over every thread and looked through every pocket to see if he could find something of value, but there was nothing.

Mike sighed, leaning his head forward for a moment "I remember the first time I held her." He muttered.

Ryan tilted his head in concern as he walked towards Mike "What?" he asked him.

"I said I remember the first time I held her…and she was so small. And she opened her eyes at me and I just…I didn't know I could fall in love with someone so quickly." He remarked quietly.

Ryan smiled "She was incredibly small."

Mike nodded "And I remember she still had this labored breath going on cause her lungs were still doing their thing and developing. I couldn't wait to take her home." He murmured.

"Yeah…and then you did, and you didn't sleep for six weeks straight." Ryan remarked with a chuckle, patting Mikes' back.

Mike let a soft smile out "…but I distinctively remember that when I held her for that first time, she cuddled real close to me and reached out and held onto my jacket with her tiny hand."

Ryan looked over his friend before patting his shoulder "Hey, if she's smart enough to find a way to call 9-1-1…I'm sure she'll find another way to reach out to us." he comforted.

"I hope so." Mike murmured.

Grace was getting bored as she managed to walk her way into the kitchen to notice some pots and pans were dangling above the stove isle; she looked behind her for a moment before climbing her way to the top to try and retrieve a pan.

She was on her tippy toes trying to reach for an iron skillet with her tiny hands just centimeters away from reaching it; she wasn't going to give up, she needed that pan.

Grace reached a little further, touching the handle of the pan when she knocked over the pan and it hit the isle, letting a loud sound echo through the house.

The little girl didn't waste any time picking up the pan and looked up to see Joe standing by the entrance, his arms crossed as he looked at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

Grace looked down at the pan, then up at Joe "…making Pancakes." She muttered.

Joe huffed as he walked towards her "Well you should have come to Emma or I, we could have made them for you." He remarked, reaching his hand out so Grace could give him the pan.

Grace looked down at the pan, then back up at Joe, then back down at the pan again; she remembered seeing something on T.V about a personal hitting someone with a frying pan.

It was worth a shot for Grace as she lifted the heavy pan up over her head and hit Joe over the head, the older man cried out in pain which gave Grace enough time to drop the pan, climb down the isle and run straight for the back door.

"EMMA!" Joe called out.

Grace reached the door and pulled on it, but it was locked; Grace fiddled with the locks for a moment before she managed to loose and opened the door before running out into the cold back yard.

She rushed out and screamed for help, noticing a fenced in back yard; she ran as fast as she could to one end and attempted to climb over the fence as fast as she could.

Though, to no avail, she couldn't reach the other end as Emma pulled her off the fence and carried the squirming girl back inside the house before locking the door again.

Emma stopped in front of Joe who was still picking himself up off the floor as he looked at Grace with furious eyes "…fool me once, shame on you. Fool my twice, shame on me." He remarked, motioning Emma to take her out of the kitchen.