Finding Her Joy

She Needs You

*A/N- I'm so excited for this chapter just because of what I have planned for the next one. It's going to be so cute, or at least I hope it will be. I'm so ready for Mia to get her girl, and I have a feeling you guys are, too.

(MIA POV)
Two weeks had passed since the meeting with the Knight family, plus Marjorie, and since Reece had come over. I'd spent that whole time searching for more clues on the whereabouts of my dad. Knowing how bad Roger was, I knew finding their mum first would be harder. If I were to locate my father first, then it was very likely he would lead me to her.

I tried everything I could to find them on my own, but eventually caved and hired a P.I. for some added help. Originally, I wasn't going to, but after talking to an old friend of mine, he suggested I hire his buddy to find him.

This guy was so sketchy. He was an American and a retired U.S. Navy Seal. After meeting with him, I learned that his specialty was finding people who didn't want to be found. He joked that he could locate someone with only a vague description and their favorite color, but I wasn't so sure he was kidding. He was exactly what I needed.

I'd snuck into Roger's house while he was on holiday with Siobhan so I could break back into the safe and raid his office for more clues. I made copies of everything I found that I thought might be important, and then put everything back exactly how I found it. If Roger was in contact with them, I didn't want to risk him finding out and getting to them before I did.

I was so ready to find them, but hesitated before handing all the information I had to the P.I. His voice was deep and haunting, "Are you sure you want them found?" He took a sip of his coffee and asked me. "From what your story sounds like, you might be better off without them. Why don't you just go home to your boyfriend and forget about all this, honey?"

I was shocked by what he said. He spoke to me as if I was just some dumb, sad little girl upset by her parents' divorce. My eyes went dark, and my expression turned serious. I reached across the table and pulled his arm forward as hard as I could, causing his whole body to move and him to hit his head and break his nose. I twisted his arm just enough where if I moved it, his wrist would break.

I leaned down to his ear while he tried to move away. It was sad how much stronger I was than him. Poor macho-man getting beat up a girl. "Call me honey again, and it won't just be your nose that gets broken. Okay, Pumpkin?" I let out a small laugh and put on a smile. He nodded his head, so I let go and fixed myself, checking my hair in the reflection of the napkin dispenser. "Glad that's all settled. Here's everything I have," I threw the file on his side of the table and got up to leave. "This should be everything you need, and if it's not, then I guess you should try harder. Call me when you have something." I walked away without giving him a chance to say anything. I wasn't going to let a man get the last word, especially not after he called me 'honey'.

Our little encounter must've put the fear of God in him because within a week of our meeting, he had already called. "I think I have something for you." He said when I answered.

"You think, or you know? I don't have the time for 'you think'." I responded.

"I know I have something for you." I could hear him flipping through some papers before he went on to say, "One of the addresses wasn't like the others. I did some digging and found out that this one was the only one that wasn't currently in use. Turns out this building hasn't been open for almost 30 years."

"Wow. You found an old building. Good job. Do you want a cookie or something? Get to the point I don't have all day." I snapped back at him.

"I went to check the place out, and according to some locals, every so often, they see the same man drop something off and another come pick it up. He always shows at the same time the next day. I showed them the picture you gave me of your dad, and they recognized him."