With Endeavor being present in the department, Detective Waterson told his coworkers that Hawks was reported missing, too. It wasn't a lie, as Hawks hasn't been able to be located for a sufficient amount of time and Seattle was the last known place he was spotted. Not much could be uncovered however, as Hawks had not spotted too much the time he had been around. Ironically, the places he was publicly spotted in were all areas Carissa had recently been to.

Endeavor was understandably skeptical of his colleague being accused of something out of the ordinary from the detective. But after being shown the evidence, he admitted it was strange behavior while staring at the solid proof. Yeah he's both heard and seen himself of Hawks acting like a slacker on the side, but this was a different level. Either way, the detective was willing to assist in finding Hawks. Especially if it meant finding his victim, too.

While walking alone in the hallway, Endeavor's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, expecting it to be Shoto or someone from his agency. He gruffly gasped when the screen lit with "Hawks" on it. His thumb instantly pressed the 'answer' button and he put the phone to his ear.

"HAWKS, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Endeavor demanded in question, the flames on his face increasing.

"Endeavor, I need your help."

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Endeavor asked.

Hawks stood on the other line. His feelings were mixing around, his emotions suddenly going off. Hawks's hand combed into his hair at the sudden stream in his body. Another abnormal trait. "There's…there's something wrong with me." He admitted. "I…I kidnapped a woman."

There was a brief pause. "What is her name?!" Endeavor asked.

The flamed hero sounded like he knew already. "I got her pregnant."

There was a longer pause before a loud, "WHAT?!" popped from Hawks's phone.

Hawks gritted his teeth and pinched his nose. Is this how it feels when people shamefully admit to a fault? "She might die if she has the baby…I-I can't-"

"Hawks, what is this woman's name?!"

Hawks opened his jaw to answer, but suddenly halted. A strange feeling washed over him, his mind immediately drifting off to Carissa. Visioning her sleeping in the bed. Alone. Cold. Sad. Scared. His brain processed and tried to fight it, but somehow it was quicker than himself and overcame him.

What the…my dove. My dove needs me right now.

Hawks's worried expression changed, putting on a sincere smile. "Sorry Endeavor, I gotta go." He spoke into the phone, his tone having changed to a happy one. "My dove needs me. Bye!"

He hung up before Endeavor could respond and turned his phone off, putting it back in the drawer. Hawks returned to the room, finding Carissa still asleep. With a sad smile, he came over to the bed and crawled under the covers with her, holding her close to him as he pulled her into his chest.

Carissa didn't have to die. He would make this work. They would both get through this.

Their nap lasted for about two hours. Hawks's feathers perked to a sound coming from right next to him. Opening his golden eyes, he faced a wall of Carissa's strawberry-blonde hair. Her head twitched in front of him, and Hawks could make out faint sniffles coming from his lovebird. Pushing himself up, the birdman looked over Carissa's shoulder to find her softly crying. Her tears wet the pillow.

"Dove?" Hawks asked, letting her know he was awake. He knew what was wrong, but wanted to assure her he was here for her. Hawks lifted his hand and started petting her arm. "Honey bird?"

After another minute of crying, Carissa spoke. "I-I want my d-daddy." She sniffled, sounding broken.

Hawks breathed in air through his nose and held it in. Unfortunately that couldn't happen. If he were to keep her safe, they would have to stay hidden. Having a reluctant idea, Hawks gave her arm a final stroke and climbed out of the bed.

Carissa felt Hawks leave, but didn't bother acknowledging anything. All her mind could process was that she would die soon and she wanted her father. She feared for him, wondering how he was doing. For certain, he was not doing great. Her father was probably breaking down a lot. Carissa had always been a daddy's girl and loved being with him. They were very close. The thought of her dying soon would take a massive toll on him if she did die. Carissa was told Wade fell into a deep depression for a few weeks after her mother passed away, but eventually came around when he knew he had to be strong for his daughter. Though it wasn't fully guaranteed, the thought of dying terrified her.

The sound of footsteps grew as Hawks stepped back into the bedroom. "Dove."

Carissa slowly looked over her shoulder. Hawks held this gentle, sad expression while holding out what looked like a phone. Blinking in confusion, she slowly lifted herself up and turned to him, studying the device. It looked like flip phone, a small rectangle showing the time on the front. Hawks pushed forward, motioning for her to grab it. The woman did so, staring at the phone.

"Call your dad." Hawks said. He slowly reached over and gently cupped Carissa's chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do not tell him where you are."

Nearly shivering at the intensity in Hawks's tone, Carissa nodded to show she understood and he let go of her. Opening the phone, she dialed her dad's number. Hawks watched her, sitting on the bedside with his legs crossed while watching her put the phone up to her ear and call.

"Hello? Who is this?" The sound of Wade's deterred tone came into Carissa's ear. He sounded so down.

Regardless, hearing her father's voice brought tears to her eyes. "D-Daddy?" Carissa spoke in this high-pitched yet soft tone. Almost like a child's.

There was a pause. "…Carissa?" Her father's voice brightened. "Baby, is that you?!"

Carissa nodded rapidly. "Y-Yes, D-Daddy. I-I'm here." She said, her voice cracking.

"Sweetheart, where are you? Are you okay?"

Carissa's eyes briefly shifted to Hawks's before looking down at the bed again. "I-I can't tell you where I am." She said.

"Baby, please! Please tell me where you are! I'm so worried about you! Priscilla is, too!"

"I'm s-sorry…I'm n-not allowed t-to." Carissa cracked.

A lump formed in Hawks's throat, watching his girfrie- captiv- girlfriend tear up. He gently clasped his hand over her free one, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Are you okay?"

"Daddy…I *sniffle* I l-love you. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Very, very much." Her father's sounded like he was starting to cry. "Please, tell me you're alright."

"I…" Carissa paused. "I'm pregnant."

And with that, Hawks reluctantly took the phone from her and closed it, cutting the call. A small sob escaped, Carissa's arm extended out as she had clearly wanted to still speak to him. Hawks sighed and looked away, pocketing the cell phone. Carissa didn't bother to beg for more time, knowing Hawks wouldn't allow her to talk to him longer. Tears fell from her eyes as her head dropped, her fingers curling as she used them to catch her tears.

"We'll take precautions." Hawks said, gaining Carissa's attention. "We'll do what the doctor suggested on narrowing the chances of you…"

Hawks couldn't bear to finish the sentence. He turned back to Carissa and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest once again as she cried. "You'll get through this. I'll make sure you do." He assured her, stroking her hair. "You'll be okay. You'll both be okay."

Hawks meant it when he said it. He would see to it Carissa would live through this pregnancy. There would be no shortcuts, no messing around with anything. He would be on point at all times. Making sure she remained alive after giving birth to the baby.

The baby… Hawks would take good care of both Carissa and the kid. They'll live happy lives elsewhere, a place no one will find them. They will be happy.

Detective Waterson and Endeavor were at the billboard, discussing how to move forward. Hawks admitted over the phone that he kidnapped and impregnated a woman, but who's to say it was Carissa Lockhart? Women go missing all the time and they had no clue where Hawks was.

"Is it possible Hawks might be back in Japan somewhere?" Detective Waterson asked.

"It's hard to say. Hawks can be unpredictable. In this case, I do not know." Endeavor admitted.

"Detective!"

Morgan turned around, detecting the call might be for him. He spotted a familiar white-haired man enter the office. His hair and clothes were drenched from the ongoing rain pouring down. In his hand was his phone, the screen off.

"Mr. Lockhart?" Detective Waterson asked, fully turning his body toward the citizen, who looked distressed. "What's going on?"

"I received a call twenty minutes ago from an unknown number. It was my daughter!" Wade said with his phone raised. His face was covered with water drops. Some might be tears.

Waterson's eyebrows raised. "What did she say?"

"She said she was pregnant!"