"There's no signs of physical or sexual abuse," Ryan informed Alex and Nikita the instant he knew. After finding a preteen girl in Wade's basement, Nikita managed to bring her to Division. They had to know who she was, if she was okay, and why the hell their Dirty Thirty had her. At least Medical was able to tell them that she was physically alright. No doubt the girl went through a lot of hell in that basement. The team was lucky they had found her. Hopefully, they found her before anything absolutely horrific had happened. Though, as Ryan suggested, that might not have been the case, "But as for psychological…"

"Do we know who she is?" Alex interrupted. She didn't want to hear about what kind of hellish conditions the girl had faced. The anxiety she felt as soon as Nikita brought the kidnapped preteen into Division was terrible enough. The girl was so young, and Wade was such a sadistic bastard. That shouldn't have happened. Innocent girls shouldn't have been taken and abused by men who just used them for their own means. Situations like Division and the brothel Alex had faced shouldn't keep existing- and yet, they horrifically did.

"Liza Abbott. Twelve years old. Went missing while walking home from school two years ago," Sharing what Birkhoff had found from his facial recognition search, Ryan cast a glance at Liza. She sat stiffly on a cot in Medical, scanning the area around her with frightful, analytical eyes. Ryan, Nikita, and Alex were on the other side of the window, so she couldn't hear their conversation. But she could see them. Her bright eyes said it all. She knew they were talking about her, yet she didn't care. All she wanted to do was escape.

Nikita recognized the look in Liza's eyes immediately. Not only did she want to escape, she was planning her best option. She analyzed her exits; she assessed her greatest threats. The way she looked around wasn't typical for a normal preteen- even one that had been kidnapped. Liza had been trained. The old equipment in the basement wasn't the only proof of that. She had been trained, like Nikita- like every other kid taken by Division. The former rogue's blood began to boil. She had to bite back her raging lividity, "Two years with that bastard. She wasn't his captive. She's his recruit. We have to notify her parents and bring her home."

"We will, after she tells us what she knows about Wade's attack," Trying to calm Nikita down, Ryan explained. His stipulation didn't help her anger in the slightest, however. Rage flashed in her gaze as she glared at him. Alex also stalked towards him, pissed as well. He knew how he sounded, especially to them. But going home wasn't as simple for the girl as Nikita stated. She should've known that better than anyone, "I want her home too. I do. This is just our only chance to know what Wade is planning. Unless Michael can find something at his house."

"Alright, fine. I'll talk to her. But just me. She doesn't need to be more freaked than she actually is," Nikita seethed. Ryan nodded. That was an easy decision for him to make. Nikita had already built a connection with Liza when she pulled her out of the basement. She knew what she was experiencing- ripped from her family at a young age, trained by a corrupt man to do evil things. If anyone could gain the girl's trust, it'd be Nikita (or Alex). The former rogue simply had to settle herself before she talked to Liza. The girl didn't need to face any more anger. No matter the circumstances, she should only be shown kindness.

"Hey, Liza. I'm Nikita. It's nice to meet you," Smiling warmly, Nikita sat in a stool across from Liza. She swallowed back her lividity, attempting to present herself as open and calm. Liza didn't have to worry about anything around her. Wade definitely wouldn't be a problem with Michael and the Alpha team waiting at his house to take him out. It could be alright from that moment on. The preteen only stared at Nikita, though. She wasn't going to talk without a fight. The agent sighed, "That's fair. I hate meeting new people too."

Refusing to let her frustration get to her, Nikita continued to grin softly. Liza just continued to stare. Her eyes roamed around the strange room, studying everything they could. Her gaze repeatedly landed on a possible weapon. Yet after she considered its uses, she'd glance at Nikita. She gauged the agent, and always determined that fighting wasn't worth it. Her desire to fight her way out of Division was also probably dampened by Ryan and Alex talking outside the window. Liza was stuck, unless she found a smarter way out, "Can I go home?"

"To your parents, sure. But you have to answer some questions first," Nikita kept her voice light. There was no use showing her annoyance at that stipulation to Liza. It certainly wouldn't make her open up any faster. Besides, she had to admit that Ryan was right about questioning her. Maybe Michael and the Alpha team could find something at Wade's house while they waited for him. But that wasn't a guarantee. If they wanted to stop the son of a bitch before he used the bomb he stole, they had to get information from Liza.

"Those people aren't my parents," Except, Liza refused to budge on anything. At the idea of returning to the Abbotts, she pulled away from Nikita. Her eyes also stopped studying the room. She stared at the floor and stiffened even more in her chair. It was almost as though she didn't believe what she had said. She tried to make it true, but deep down she couldn't lie to herself. At least, that was what Nikita hoped was happening. Liza attempted to distance herself from her past life, believing it was the only way to survive her pain.

Alex knew that strategy well. Even from the other side of a window, she knew what Liza was doing. After so many years away from her family, it was easier to make herself move on and believe she'd never return to her loved ones. False hope wouldn't rise and choke her heart with that mindset. Though, Alex believed it was more than just that. If the preteen really was Wade's recruit, then more than false hope held her back. She was strangled by fear as well, "Ryan, what's the first rule Division told recruits? Don't contact home, or they'll kill anyone you know. What if Wade told Liza the same thing?"

"Go to the Abbotts. Check it out. But don't tell them we found Liza yet. We just have new leads," Ryan was on board with Alex's idea. Wade probably had Liza trapped in a constant state of fear and anxiety. Alleviating that could allow Division to gain her trust. And talking to her parents would provide them helpful insights on the preteen. However, they had to keep the news to themselves for the meantime. They didn't need any unwanted attention while they tried to stop Wade. Nikita was having a tough enough time getting Liza to talk to her.

"Yeah. I hated my parents after I was kidnapped too," Regarding Liza curiously, Nikita admitted. She wasn't sure that the preteen was angry at her parents; she was only scared and hurt, and she lashed out at the one thing she knew. But Nikita wasn't there to psychoanalyze the girl. She just wanted to help. So, she shared her own past- her own complicated emotions over being stolen from her family (well, given up as a way to keep her safe). The strategy worked in her favor. Liza stared at her in alarm. She wasn't expecting that. Nikita smiled, "Yeah, I know. I was taken from my home too. But I escaped, and no one can hurt me ever again."

The most important part of her story was that she was on her way home. Nikita had escaped her tormentors, and was helping others achieve the same freedom and happiness she wanted. Liza didn't need to know the rest of the things that had happened to her. All she needed was the hope that things could be better; that'd she be happy and safe again. Liza no doubt wondered how that could've been possible. She couldn't quite process what Nikita had told her. The agent left it up to her to ask for help, however, "Go ahead. You can ask me questions."

"Can I go?" Despite the burning curiosity in her gaze, Liza repeated. At least she wasn't looking for a weapon or a chance to escape. Instead, she seemed to be looking for an excuse to stay. That could be considered progress. It wasn't obvious, yet Liza was too stubborn to let it be. Nikita had witnessed that before when she had helped Alex get clean. Both girls didn't want it known that they were being helped- that they were vulnerable and 'weak'. It wasn't a weakness to accept care, though. There was a certain strength in admitting you needed help.

"Sure. After you answer my questions. I know that sucks. So, after you answer me, you can ask your own questions. That seems fair, right?" Although Nikita also repeated, she added a new spin to it. She knew she wouldn't talk to a strange person in an even stranger situation if she didn't have any information. Division wanted Liza to trust them, but that wouldn't be possible if they didn't trust her first. She should know what they were thinking and what was going on. Liza's and Nikita's conversation had to be a two way street. They had to both give and take.

"Who kidnapped you?" Finally, Liza wondered. She struggled to keep her emotions out of her voice. She was fairly good at it. It was difficult to hear how she felt. However, her body language gave her away. What she was thinking was clear as she leaned towards Nikita. Her expressive, imploring eyes searched the agent for any information. Liza was hoping that she'd be exactly like her. The preteen could then have someone in her corner that understood her fear; she could see that there was hope in her future.

Moving just a tad closer in her chair, Nikita hoped to provide Liza with all of that. She just didn't know how to phrase her answer. There was no way that she could go into the full story of her witnessing an assassination and her corrupt senator mother gave he up to a black ops unit of the government to keep her safe. To an outsider, that story was insane. Even Nikita thought it was fucked up and convoluted at times. It'd be easier and simpler to tell Liza a modified version of the truth. She only needed the facts anyway. The preteen didn't need more secrets and conspiracies thrust upon her shoulders, "Division. It's a black ops unit…"

"Of the government designed to kill and spy on enemies of the state," Liza finished for Nikita. She rattled off the information as though it was nothing. To her, it was. She had heard about Division enough times from Wade. So much so, that she was fairly certain that was where she was. The agents didn't have to say anything for her to know. She was able to guess based on the way they moved, and the underground bunker she was brought to. Wade's information was right. Well, about some things it was.

"Right. You would know that. What'd Wade train you to do?" Nikita smiled warmly again. Wade probably taught Liza the same way he taught a recruit inside Division. It was harsh and cruel and full of fear. That fear wasn't just born from empty threats. Terrible information was shared, as well as menacing actions behind words. So of course Liza would know about Division. It was one way Wade could keep her in line for those two years. The question then became, did those in charge of Division know about her.

"What'd Division train you to do?" Thankfully, Liza distracted Nikita from those thoughts. She really didn't want to consider that question. She didn't like the answers she came up with. Besides, she had to stay focused on the preteen. She tried to deflect the question with her own, but she still answered Nikita. The agent knew she was trained to kill, and the stolen bomb was probably her final test. Before Nikita could ask her further about that, however, Liza distracted her again. Another question had come to mind, and she just had to ask it. Leaning closer even more, she whispered, "Did your family wait for you?"

"Yeah. My sisters are still waiting for me. And my brother, but he's an idiot. He doesn't really count," Smirking, Nikita hoped her joke would make Liza at least grin. If she was at ease, she could share more. It somewhat worked. The corners of her mouth briefly lifted, and her eyes kind of shone. Other than that, she continued to regard Nikita with her blank, unflinching stare. That was all she was going to open up about for the time being. She had heard what she wanted to know, and it was time to think it all over.

Sighing, Nikita left her alone for the moment. Liza should rest, think, and believe that the agent would help her. Division, in the meantime, tried to get to Wade. Waiting at his house was almost pointless. The only clues they found were hand drawn blueprints in the basement. They couldn't even capture Wade when he returned home. He spotted the Alpha team, shot, and ran. No one had gotten anywhere. Maybe tech could with the blueprints. But that was a long shot. Michael was as exhausted at their lack of progress as Nikita was when he asked, "Anything?"

"No. You?" Nikita couldn't be frustrated with Liza. She was only acting like any scared twelve year old would. Division just had to focus on other ways to discover what Wade was planning with the bomb. Obviously, he meant to kill someone. That person could be at the building the blueprints led to. Whether the plan was to blow the whole place or one room remained a mystery. So, the team had to treat it as the worst case scenario. It was better to be over prepared than under, especially with lives at stake.

"No. But maybe this will help. Liza had it hidden in her bed. She held onto it for two years," Pulling a child's necklace from his pocket, Michael handed the treasure to Nikita. A hunch made him search for hidden cracks in the basement. He had a feeling Liza had kept something from Wade- a part of herself she needed to hide. Luckily, his hunch had paid off. They had something of Liza's that couldn't be stolen from her. Returning it to her could help her snap out of her anxious haze. She'd soon be able to go home.

Clutching the necklace tightly, Nikita stared at it in awe. Past all the fear and threat of death, Liza remained stubbornly herself. The agent couldn't help but smile at that fact. It wasn't all lost. The preteen girl could still have her chance at a normal life again. Her necklace had been her grounding force despite everything Wade did to her. At that moment, it was going to be her ticket home. Nikita just had to show Liza something first; she had to keep giving her hope, "Ryan. Clear out the recruit hallway. I have an idea."