Five days later

It's fucking freezing Kate acknowledged as she made her way in to AC-12. Every bit of her body was cold apart from her hands which were nice and toasty thanks to the two steaming hot cups of coffee in them thanks to a 24 hour drive through McDonalds. "Hold the door!" She shouted to her partner, DS Doug Baker.

He heard her and kept the door open for Kate whilst she picked up her pace. "Why are you so perky at this time of the morning, Kate?" Doug asked, very grumpily.

Kate wasn't put off by his tone. She had been his partner long enough to have learnt from experience that he was not a morning person. "Here," she said as she handed him one of her coffee cups. Hopefully that should start working it's magic on him very quickly.

"Cheers," Doug replied as he gratefully accepted her offering and took a sip as they headed up to the briefing room.

It was 4:30 am in the morning and the gaffer wanted to debrief the unit before they raided a house where an OCG was suspected of keeping young girls smuggled over from the continent and forced in to prostitution. Police officers and other important people in the city were being held to ransom with threats of their trysts with these sex workers being made public unless they did as the OCG wanted. This was what had interested the Anti- Corruption officers.

Kate and Doug were some of the first to arrive in the briefing room. The TV was on in the corner with a 24 hour news channel. As the partners walked in, Kate noticed it was showing an item on the young girl that had been kidnapped from a supermarket whilst shopping with her father a couple of days ago. CCTV from the shop showed she was lured away from her father by a man with a dog before being bundled in to a car. Her father worked in counter terrorism and a description of the little girl was rapidly disseminated throughout every force in the country in case someone come across her.

What the public hadn't been told was that the MISPER team looking in to the case strongly suspected that she was taken as a warning to her father about the current case he was working on in Counter Terrorism- a group of men involved in the radicalisation of young girls across the internet. The officers were obviously getting close to exposing them and would do anything to stop that happening.

Yesterday the father had held a press conference begging for his daughter's return and the news item showed footage of this. Kate perched on an empty table and watched whilst waiting for the briefing to start. "Please," the father begged, "if you have my daughter or have any information about where she is…please give her back to me," he continued before the tears got too much and an older woman, presumably his mother hugged him.

He looked absolutely distraught and Kate could only imagine what he must be going through, not having a family herself. That scenario had never materialised as she had focused on her career instead of a private life.

The senior police officer in charge of the missing child case took over the microphone and reiterated the phone number that members of the public could call to give information whilst a photograph of the girl was shown before the press conference was called to a close. Definitely a daddy's girl Kate deduced. The little girl was a mini version of her father from the gorgeous photograph taken in much happier times. She briefly wondered where the child's mother was as the news reader gave a reminder of what the little girl had been wearing when she was snatched. At least she would be easily recognisable in a princess dress, mackintosh and wellington boots.

Kate hoped that the child would be found soon. She had been missing for five days now and with every passing day, the chance of her being found alive grew less. Her father must have known this as well, hence his devastation.

"Right listen up everyone," the gaffer shouted as he entered the room, turning off the television with the remote control as he did so. "One final talk through of roles and aims before we head out," he shouted as everyone quietened down to listen.

The sun was just rising, the sky a lovely pink colour as the door to the house was forced open by one powerful push from a battering ram. "Police!" the gaffer shouted as he entered the house as screams from the young girls filled the air.

The raid team of which Kate was part of followed behind, each taking a room to search. The girls were being kept prisoners in every room thanks to a very heavy duty padlock on each door. Once picked open there were many more girls kept captive than they had originally thought. They looked barely of teenage years Kate thought as she watched lots being escorted out the house to safety. Her heart ached for them, but at least she felt that she had done something worthwhile for them today and helped them out of their helpless situation.

"Is that everyone?" the gaffer asked once the final girls were being led out the house.

One girl stopped. "Maly. Maly," she said pointing to the cupboard below the stairs which also had a padlock on it.

"What's she saying?" The gaffer asked out loud.

"Maly. Maly," the girl repeated again. Unfortunately no one knew what language she was speaking or what she was saying but it had piqued Kate's interest and she headed over to the door to pick the lock.

"Come on, Kate," Doug urged as he prepared to leave the house, raid over as far as he was concerned. "No one is going to be in that small space,".

"Aren't you interested?" She asked as she put her lock pick away and pulled out her torch.

"I don't think Harry Potter lives there anymore," Doug joked.

"Ha ha," Kate retorted as she pulled the door open. It stuck a bit and required a bit of effort before it finally opened quite suddenly. Kate poked her head in and was met with a strong stench of urine. She pinched her nose to hide the smell as she shone her torch inside the dark little space. The light picked up a plastic plate which held the remains of a half eaten sandwich on it. "Someone's been in here," Kate told Doug over her shoulder. "There's food,".

She moved further in to the cupboard and shone her torch around. This time the light picked up some turquoise gauze like material. Not sure what it was, Kate moved the torch around to see if she could work out what it was. "Oh shit!" She couldn't help but exclaim when she saw a pink wellington boot and a pink mackintosh coat. She moved her torchlight further upwards and found herself looking at a very dirty tear stained face of the missing girl from London.