"Hi Ms. Reagan, I'm Dr. Wells."

Erin just smiled at the doctor staring at her from her armchair opposite the blue coach she was sitting on with her legs crossed. She wasn't in the mood for this. She couldn't do this. Her daughter had left her. Her daughter had disappeared in the middle of the night and taken her uncle with her.

She had just gotten the two of them back, and now they were both gone again.

Danny and Jamie had been trying to get her to budge and beg her father to get them back, but Erin didn't have the strength in her to argue. She didn't have the fight in her bones anymore.

This supposed Dr. Wells was scribbling notes down in blue pen on a yellow legal pad. Erin noticed how the woman who couldn't have been ten years older looked twenty years older. Her blonde hair was streaked with white hairs, her nose seemed huge and covered in blackheads. She noticed, however, she still had the ability to take in the minuscule details.

"So how are you feeling today?" The doctor started. Erin sighed. She would start out with small talk before proceeding to ask her questions that would bring her memories flashing back to her and cause her to bawl her eyes out.

"I'm, uh, living day to day. It's been about a week since my family found me and I've been at home trying to get back into my normal routine, or at least as close as I can to it because they literally won't let me leave the house."

"So, would you say that everyone has been adjusting back into normal lives following the traumatic experience you all have experienced?"

Erin nodded. "My brother Jamie goes to work, my dad goes to his office more than he was before, my brother Danny who broke his legs goes to the precinct, and one of my daughters has gone back to school." She cut off at the mention of her daughters. Nicky seemed perfectly happy that her sister was gone. She knew why, of course, but she wasn't ready to address it.

"I'm sorry. How many daughters do you have?"

"Nicky is the younger one. She's a lot like me in that she wants to prove her worth to this family. She's determined, and stubborn... but Lizzie... Lizzie is strong. I gave her up for adoption the day she was born. Now she's an adult and I never got to see her grow up. I didn't see her middle school graduation, or her musicals, or be there when she scraped her knee... I wasn't there for any of it." Erin began picking at the lint on her pants.

"And now?" Wells coaxed.

"Now she's gone. Her and my brother, who I thought was dead up until a week ago, disappeared. My daughter thinks that I would be better off without her here to see me through this... process. And I need her here. I need to see her and know that she is okay. Because through all of this, she was the one thing on my mind. Not Nicky. Lizzie threw herself into the fire, and she got herself out of it. She's strong, stronger than I could ever be."

"Does that scare you?"

"Yes. It does. It scares me knowing that I have no idea where she is today or if she is okay. Knowing she is with my brother helps, but it's not enough. But I have to respect her decision to stay away from me, even though it is completely ripping me apart inside. Aside from that, I am so proud of her. She's a full Reagan, even if she wasn't raised one."

"And you just suppose that Jackie is going to open her arms to you when we get there?" Lizzie asked, a little conflicted by her uncle's speed down the highway. He probably should have just taken the cop car so he could use his sirens as an excuse. Ah well, he could always pull out his last name if he ever got pulled over by a rookie cop.

"Look, she's... I need to make sure she is okay." Joe defended as he swerved through the traffic to make sure that we could get to Jackie's apartment in the fastest way possible.

Lizzie pondered this for a moment. There was a lot of water under the bridge that she hadn;'t known about until that day. That would make this confrontation very awkward for all three of them. On the other hand, there was the fact that Jackie had not answered her phone once in the four times Lizzie had called. She understood not talking to Joe, but Jackie had told her she could call anytime. She had not answered once over the span of four hours. "You don't think-" Lizzie started.

"I don't know Liz. That's why we need to go see right now. We need to see her physically standing in front of us in order to confirm her safety. Then we can worry about our relationship."

"And if she's not? Safe, I mean."

He didn't respond after that.

Baker smiled at Erin as she arrived outside of the Commissioner's office. "Hey. I was just thinking about you. How are you?" She asked, getting up from her desk.

"I am alright." Erin nodded.

"That is fantastic. If you need anything at all, let me know." Baker opened the door, swinging forward. "Erin is here, sir," She held the door for Erin before smiling at the two of them and walking out.

"How was your appointment?" He asked as she came to sit across from him.

"It was fine Dad." Erin bit. She hated how that seemed to be the only thing they were talking about these days.

"And how are you feeling?" He continued, pouring her a cup of coffee.

"How am I supposed to be feeling? My daughter left in the middle of the night last night and won't answer my phone calls." She crossed her arms and leaned back against the armchair.

Frank was about to respond, but as he opened his mouth his phone rang. He looked down to see that it was Danny. Concerned that something else had happened, he answered frantically. "Son?" He asked, hoping it was actually his son.

"Dad. Do you know if Jackie is still an active officer? Did she put in some sort of communication that would suggest otherwise?" Danny asked, trying to figure out why his partner had not shown up at the precinct that morning. Her desk across from him sat empty. Jackie didn't miss work. The only time she missed work was when...

"Not that I know of. As you know, I do not keep tabs on every officer. I can have Baker look for you." Frank offered.

Danny seemed to be in his own field of mind because he kept his train of mumbled thought going. "Jackie is my partner. One that was very much involved in the Templar case. She didn't show up to work today and that concerns me. We need to do something!"

"Did you ask Joe? He might know." Frank tried, hoping that his son would actually hear him instead of hearing white noise.

"He won't answer my calls." Danny responded.

"Then send Jamie to check out Jackie's apartment. I will call you back in a bit." Frank said, hanging up and looking back at Erin, who was now wistfully looking out the window.

"Baker! I need you to check something for me!" He called.

Instead of Jamie going, Danny went. He was more concerned about his partner's wellbeing than his brother, and he didn't care that it was going to take a hell of a long time to get there due to his crutches. Jackie mattered. Jackie Curatola mattered to him.

After twenty minutes, he finally made his way up to the fifth story apartment and used the spare key Jackie had told him was under the doormat. He was surprised to find his runaway brother standing in the middle of the apartment with the door wide open.

"What did you find?" Danny asked, internally growling at his brother for letting his niece walk out of their house in the middle of the night.

"Nothing. You? See anything that catches your detective attention?" Joe responded without looking up. He seemed a bit frazzled. Then again, he was in love with Jackie.

Yeah, Danny noticed that one a while ago.

Danny limped into the apartment, taking a look around. It seemed the same as it did the last time he had been there a couple of months ago. "No. She say anything to you?" Danny figured Jackie would probably tell him more than she would tell Danny. He was the best friend, after all, not the dramatic soap opera love interest.

"No. The last time I talked to her was when she was at Dad's house." Joe said, sitting down next to Danny on the couch.

"So please explain to me why you think taking Lizzie away from her mother is a good idea." Danny begged. He hadn't meant to bring it up, it had kind of just happened at that point.

Joe sighed. "I didn't think it was a good idea because it was not my idea. It was Lizzie's. After all she has been through, don't you think she has the right to make her own decisions?"

"Not when her decisions hurt everyone around her!" Danny tensed up, but then relaxed again after feeling massive pain in his leg. It was not worth it to fight with his brother at that moment.

"That's where I think you're wrong. Erin needs this time to fix herself up. She can't do that if she is in constant worry about her daughter's safety." Joe felt like screaming and punching the wall with all of his might; Jackie, Lizzie, Erin... they all needed him and he felt useless. "Do you honestly think I would let anything happen to Lizzie? She's one of us, and she is more than capable of taking care of herself!"

"She may legally be an adult, but she is still a child!" Danny screamed, trying to make his point.

"Danny! Do you think I want this? For our family to split up when we are so close to be together again? I don't want that. I just want everyone to be happy. Erin is not happy. She's getting there, but she needs time. Lizzie needs time too. This isn't forever." Joe looked at his brother sadly, forming a small frown. He took another deep breath. "I just want everything to be right."

"While I really appreciate the fluffy brother moment, I need to bring up the fact that we are here about Jackie right now, not about me. I am fine."

Lizzie stood in front of the two of them with her arms crossed. Her black leather jacket hugged her sides comfortably, and yes, Danny did notice the gun sticking out of her jeans.

"I can't tell! I can't tell if she just left or if she was taken! There were no signs of forced entry and no signs of a struggle. She didn't leave a note, and she left her cell phone here. That either means that she does not want to be found or whoever took her does not want to be found." Joe was saying; Danny observed. He observed the two of them.

Lizzie seemed tired. That was not a biased opinion. Her eyes were swollen, she looked thinner, and she looked like she would crash any second. Her walls were well up, protecting her from all the pain and sorrow she needed to feel and eventually would. Joe also looked tired, but he looked more so concerned with Jackie's present location. By this point, Lizzie had walked into one of the three rooms in the hall.

"Hey guys..." Lizzie started. "I found something..."

The two brothers made their way to the room, Joe helping Danny up from the couch and helping him limp his way over. In the bedroom, Lizzie stood hunched over the nightstand, staring at what appeared to be red blobs running along the sides of the table.

"That seems to be a bit... bad..." Lizzie observed, looking at her two uncles. "But I know that's not enough evidence to convince either way. She could be perfectly fine. Maybe she does not want to be found. Can we really blame her for that at this point down the line?"

"No. We can't."

"What did you find?" Frank later asked Baker after Erin had left. Baker stared back at him, debating how to formulate her words. She had information, but she knew it was information that could possibly hurt him. "Whatever it is, just say it."

"There was a file in the system. It didn't really fit with all of the other ones. It was a high security file- I used your credentials- and I opened it." She started, staring at him from the inferior side of the desk.

"What did it say?" He asked, not wanting fluff.

"Jackie has a child. It went into the system."

Frank was a bit taken aback by this. On a positive note, at least this meant she had not been abducted. Was this another grandchild he let slip between his fingers. "Where?" was all he could ask at that point.

"Chicago." She bit. "Ironic, isn't it?"

"So do you think its okay that we could go to Chicago? I mean, we didn't find Jackie exactly, but I still need to finish up there. Do you think... Jackie is really okay?" Lizzie bit, looking at her two uncles as they made their way down the steps in the apartment building.

"Liz, I really do not know to be honest. She could be perfectly fine. The blobs really mean nothing. It could be nail polish for all we know. It could be leftover paint from when they painted the room..." Joe responded. Danny was still trying to piece it together in his mind. He had the mindset of a detective; he was going to figure this out.

"The room was brown..." Lizzie pointed out.

"Could have been secondhand!" He continued.

"You do realize that this really isn't getting us anywhere, right?"

"I am trying here!"

"Both of you shut up!" Danny cut in. "The red blobs could be blood. I will have them tested. I can take care of this. You guys can go have your Windy City adventure now because I know that having to stay here for Jackie was such a burden for the both of you!"

Lizzie just looked offended. "Seriously, Crutches? You are trying to make us, make me feel bad for wanting to go home? I have a house there! There is a house that is still full of my parents' and my belongings that I need to sort. I need to sell the house because I am fairly certain the house where two people were murdered is not going to define well on the market! I still have senior year to finish! I am going to graduate with my class! And Jackie means a lot to me, so I find it really offensive that you think I am just throwing her away. There is nothing I can do here! She does not want to be found! She probably was sick of being a Reagan shadow. Believe me, I know how that feels. And it sucks."

She began clomping down the stairs at a faster rate, for she didn't want to be in his presence any longer. Joe just turned to look at his brother.

"Really, man?"

"What do you want me to say? Lizzie is going to be gone. Jackie is gone. You're gone. Our family is destroyed."

"For now, maybe. But not forever." Joe gave his brother a bro hug once they reached the bottom stairs. He began making his way out to the car where Lizzie was sitting in the passenger seat with her arms crossed. Once he got in, he just stared at her.

"What? You're my companion, aren't you?"

"Always." He said, turning the key to the ignition, backing out.

Danny stood there, staring at them as they drove away. The pit that had originally made its way into his stomach when he thought about the two of them leaving wasn't as big anymore. He felt fine in a way. It was okay since Lizzie seemed pissed at him anyways.

He pulled out his phone when it started ringing.

"Hey Dad."

"Jackie has a child... and it might be Joe's."