What's she Worth to You?

Move Out

B R O O K E

"Let me out!" I yell, banging on the clear plexiglass wall. My breathing echoes in my head, my heartbeat throbs in my ears. They'd put me in a small room, a clear wall lets me see out into the dark outside of the room. All the essentials are here, a small uncomfortable bed, a bathroom, a few scattered books, but that's it. It's a glorified prison cell at best.
"Please!" I yell, tears fall down my face. What if being locked in a room triggers a memory? I don't want to remember anything without Erin or Naya around.
"Anybody!" I yell, still banging on the glass. I let out a defeated breath and let myself fall down to the floor.

I hear footsteps and look up. A ray of light enters into the dark room. A beautiful lady with dark brown hair and brown eyes walks over and squats down to meet my eye level. I back away a little but she shakes her head.

"It's okay, I'm not here to force you to do anything else you don't want to do." She says and another tear falls down my face. She pulls out a key ring and I quickly scramble over to the door. She frowns.
"I'm not allowed to let you out." My shoulders drop.
"But I am allowed to open this." She unlocks a small opening in the glass. It's big enough for me to stick my hand through. I reach out and grab her hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Please let me out." I whisper and sighs, bringing my hand to her lips, planting a single kiss on my knuckles.

"I wish I could..."

"Or at least tell me what's going on, please," I say.

"You're very valuable, Brooklyn," she whispers and I tilt my head to the side, confused.

"What does that mean?" I ask, more tears falling down my cheeks.

"I can't tell you..." She whispers and lets go of my hand, standing up.

"Wait!" I say, urgency hanging in my voice.
"Don't go!" She stands up and walks over to the door. Yet not to leave, she flips on a light that illuminates the room on the other side of mine, then sits down across from me, grabbing my hand again.

"I'm staying right here."

E R I N

"Listen we've got 48 hours, we have to think of something, or else Brooke is stuck with the FBI." Antonio starts.
"Any ideas?" The room remains silent.
"Sounds promising." He murmurs.

Naya's hand goes up and she clears her throat.

"I know I'm not technically part of the intelligence unit, but if I may,"

"Please, you're just as much part of the team as I am." He scoffs and she smiles.

"Thank you, Antonio." She walk up to the board and takes off the picture of Seth Davis, looking at it.
"Erin and Jay interrogated this man, Seth Davis, yesterday. And though it didn't quite turn out the way we expected, I still think we got something very real." She puts the picture back on the board.
"When Seth Davis found out Jane was in the next room, he said something that hasn't sat well with me. He said the words, he's going to keep hurting her till he finds you."

"So what you're saying is," Adam starts.

"I think there was another girl in that basement that we didn't see." I narrow my eyes.

"You think Brooke isn't the only victim?" I look up.

"I don't know, maybe it's crazy-"

"No," Voight starts.
"It's not crazy, It's possible. It's very possible."

"And I think if we were to find that girl, that will be a big enough lead to get her back from the FBI."

"Naya," I start and she looks over to me.
"That's kind of genius," she smirks.

"Yeah I have my moments."

"This is priority number one." Hank says and the team nods.

"We searched the whole crime scene, though, there was no sign of another girl." Adam says.

"No criminal capable of what happened to Jane would just leave evidence behind," she pauses,
"They would move to a different location," she whispers.

"What?" Hank asks and she turns around, looking at the board.

"Who owns the house that we originally found her in?"

"Xavier Prince, but it's a dead end, he's living in Greece."

"if it were him his name wouldn't be on the bill." Antonio stands up.
"I need a background check on him, people he knows. Friends, family, colleagues, everyone." She looks over at Hank.
"How much was that house worth?" She asks.

"About 2 million." She nods.

"If they were moving to a new location quickly they'd take the first thing they could find, so it'd probably be a downgrade," she says.
"Mouse you have that list yet?" She asks and he nods.

"Yes, almost," he types quickly on the keyboard.
"We're set, all of his closest companions. The only problem is, the list is about 30 people."

"Filter it to where only the people with yearly incomes of 1.5 million or more."

"What are you getting at?" I ask and she turns around.

"If the people were using his house, or at least his name on the bill, they must've been close. So, since they had to evacuate so fast they probably just contacted one of his friends." I shake my head.

"You really are a genius." She gives me a look before turning back around.

"That only takes about 3 people off the list." She bites her bottom lip.

"If they had to move fast,"

"Then they had to move close." He finishes her thought.

"Check if any of these people have a second or third house near to the one we found her in." He searches fast, and after a few seconds his face lights up.

"Morgan Tattler, his wife's old college colleague, has a 1.7 million dollar home just 10 miles west of the one where we found Brooke."

"Does it have a basement?" I ask and he checks.

"No," he starts and my shoulders drop.
"But," he smirks.
"It has a storm cellar." We all exchange looks.

"Load up, we're moving out. Now."