Rising from his chair, Jack handed out packets of information to each of his agents, each holding a brief history of the siblings and the few known events that were believed to have led to their disappearance. He took a deep breath and began. "Jordan Coliandri, last seen at nine-thirty last night inside the Northeast Detention Facility. She was escorted to her room at lights out, along with seventeen other teenage girls that reside there. Both night watchmen say that she was securely locked in her room, and her disappearance remains a mystery to the staff."

Martin was the first to comment. "Sounds like it's time to have a conversation with security. See if she got anyone to turn."

"Unlikely," Vivian sent back. "She was only there four days."

Samantha squinted, her mind churning, working out the possibilities. As Danny watched her, he swore he could almost see the wheels turning. "Yeah, but four days is a long time when you're locked away," she said. "It's possible she might have made a few very helpful 'friends' inside."

At any other time, Danny would have cringed at the images the discussion sent coursing through his mind. However, in the work atmosphere, it was easy to deceive himself. He endured by pretending it was just another case. He pretended it was some random adolescent, some desperate nameless kid. It was easier somehow, not identifying that the missing youth actually was Jordan. It was about all he could do to keep himself sane.

When he opened his mouth, all eyes were upon him. "She's got a point. We've seen situations where bribery has happened before."

At his response, release seemed to break upon the team. It was clear they were relieved to see his objectivity was still at full force.

Jack nodded. "Which is why we'll be paying a house call to Northeast as soon as possible." He motioned to the board, still void of writing. "It's estimated that Coliandri escaped a little before midnight. The security guard supposedly fell asleep when he should have been monitoring her." He took a breath. "Two hours before that, at St. Luke's orphanage, Jordan's three-year-old brother went missing from his bedroom. The main caretaker was assaulted, by the looks of it by an intruder. There were no signs of struggle in the boy's bedroom. However, that does not rule out the possibility of a kidnapping."

Danny visibly agreed. "With her track record, she's made quite a list of enemies. Drug lords around here are known to be a little less than forgiving when it comes to disloyalty."

Jack looked to him. "The NYPD's already given us a comprehensive list of those associated with Bryce Layman and his dealings in the Bronx. But we're far from having them all. You've known this girl personally, Danny. That's something we'll be able to use to our advantage."

At any other time, Danny might have felt embarrassed, exposed by Jack. Instead all he could do was nod in agreement. His team was helping him find Jordan, a feat he doubted he could have performed on his own. At the moment that was all that the agent could care about. "The last time I spoke with her, she said something about a boyfriend outside of school," he said helpfully. "I'd be interested to see what he has to say about all this."

Vivian smiled. "I bet phone records'll tell their secrets there."

"There'll be proof of that at the convent," Danny said.

Jack pointed to him. "Which will be yours and Martin's first stop. The caretaker there is Sr. Rachel Corrione. She's been in charge since the orphanage began eight years ago." He looked to Danny. "I know you have a working relationship with her. I expect she'd be responsive to a familiar face. See what you can find out."

Danny stopped himself before he let off a cynical noise. With the way their last conversation had gone, he wondered about that. As he thought of her, he was reminded of the injuries she sustained, possibly at the moment he had gotten off the phone. Just like that, responsibility for her condition broke upon him. "I'll do what I can," he said.

Martin pointed to something in the information folder. "It says here that the orphanage is under investigation by Children's Welfare Services. Maybe there's more to that than meets the eye."

"There rarely isn't," Jack replied somewhat cynically. "I'll leave that for you two to unearth. Vivian, I'll want you to take charge of the phone records, but first… I'd like you to focus on security guard number one."

A photograph of an African American man in his early thirties was placed in front of her, along with a short description and his whereabouts. "Alfonzo Lewis. He's been working there a year and a half now, and he was promptly fired this morning. Feel him out. See where his priorities lie."

Danny noticed that she looked a little less than pleased with the first assignment… but upon hearing the second, she visibly brightened. She addressed the paper in front of her while climbing to her feet. "Mr. Lewis… Let's hope you talk more than your photograph does."

"Samantha," Jack said, earning her attention. "You're with me in Northeast. Plenty of questions need answering, and something tells me a visit there is the place to start." With the assignments handed out, the agents began preparing themselves to search and discover. Morning yawns and drowsiness were all but a memory. This was what they did. It was their life and livelihood. That familiar charge, the rush was felt by all, and especially by Danny.

Danny was in the midst of running through all the endless possibilities, who had an interest in Jason, where said suspects might have taken him, and who might have seen an abduction take place, when Jack called his name.

"Danny."

He looked up.

"Before you leave, I'd like a quick word."

Letting the packet fall onto the table with a 'slap', he rose from his chair. He followed Jack into his office, and the door shut behind them.

That familiar burn of the spotlight returned with no warning. Danny held his ground, trying to appear as strong and competent as possible. It wasn't a difficult task. He played the part every day with the grace of a pro.

Outside of the office, Samantha uncapped a sharpie and wrote in quick yet graceful handwriting. On one timeline, the words appeared: '12 a.m. Jordan escapes from Detention Center' and on the second one beneath it she wrote, '10:30 p.m. Jason disappears from St. Luke's Orphanage.'

She stared at the lines, confident that within mere hours more would be revealed about the fate of the two children. "Two down," she whispered to herself, staring intently at the board. "About thirty more lines to go."

As she grabbed her jacket off of the back of her desk chair, she arched her neck to peer into Jack's office. It took all her willpower not to grab the nearest juice glass and eavesdrop like an eight-year-old at his sister's first sleepover.

Martin was soon by her side. "Wouldn't you like to be a fly on the wall."

Samantha sent a smirk searing up at him. Once again, he'd read her mind.