I slammed the door as I walked into the FBI building. I was furious.

It took her less than a month to break out of a maximum-security prison!

Apparently, she escaped yesterday at night, but they didn't discover it until this morning. The prison's warden called the FBI for help and I got assigned to find her, as I was the one who arrested her in the first place. I just arrived back from prison, there was no evidence about how she did it, but I believed that she had help from the outside. Also, there was another inmate who disappeared with her.

Honestly, I was disappointed. I never thought she would run. I hoped she wouldn't run.

Despite everything, I refused to believe that Emma was a bad person. Some things just couldn't be faked no matter how good the person was at it. She was smart, funny, kind, and passionate. She cared deeply about those around her, and I never would believe that she has what it takes to hurt someone. 

Most of the agents I worked with categorized people into strict categories. Good Guys—the FBI and the victims of the crimes we tried to solve and prevent. Bad Guys—the people who perpetrated those crimes. And according to that, Emma should have fallen into the latter category. However, I knew for sure that the world wasn't black and white but many shades of grey and people shouldn't be defined by the mistakes they have made.

Emma made a lot of mistakes, and mistakes, after all, could be forgiven if one truly felt sorry about them; if they had the willingness to change. And I really thought she did.

When I saw her at court, I started believing that she might have really changed and had genuinely loved me. But now, she disappeared after only two weeks, and I had to find her and bring her in, again...

I was on my way to the interrogation room where they had Eric in custody to be asked about his fugitive sister. I found the whole thing unconvincing, and something was overly suspicious. What the hell was Eric doing by staying here in New York after her disappearance? I could never believe that Emma would have done something like that without informing him.

I walked into the observation room, and looked at Eric from the glass window, he was sitting in the interrogation room, handcuffed with a worried look on his face; I guessed he was deep in thought.

I sighed before I opened the door of the interrogation room, then I walked in. The look that was on Eric's face changed, and was replaced by a hate-filled look that followed me until I walked to the table, and sat on the chair that was in front of him. I ignored his glares which I was sure would have murdered me if looks could kill.

He kept staring at me, and I was sure a lot of murderous thoughts were going on in his mind, I stared back at him for a while before I cleared my throat, and decided to start the interrogation. "So, are you going to tell me where she is?"

"Well, I might need to ask you the same question," Eric snapped coldly, putting his cuffed hands on the table. "Where the hell is my sister?"

"Oh really? I'm the one who is supposed to know," I answered in a sarcastic tone. "I can't believe that she didn't tell you that she was going to escape."

"Oh no, she didn't tell me. Want to know why?" he asked, and I looked at him callously. "That's very simple because she didn't escape," he continued between gritted teeth.

"Oh really?" I asked, raising one eyebrow in amusement. "Last time I checked, there's a prison cell that is missing her actual presence in it."

He frowned his eyes at me, letting out a sigh. "I visited her yesterday, and she had no intention to do something like that. And if she had really escaped, both of us would have been on a different continent by now."

"Maybe, she didn't want to tell you," I guessed, but it was something I really doubted.

"Emma would have never done something like that," he said, giving me a challenging look, knowing that I also knew her very well, and I would never think that she would disappear this way.

I sighed. "What do you think had happened, then?"

"I wish I knew." He groaned. I guessed he was clueless as much as I was. Eric closed his eyes to think clearly for a few moments but suddenly, his eyes widened, and his face got a little bit paler.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"She didn't escape, she got abducted," he said in a serious tone.

"Wait, what?" I asked, truly confused.

"When I visited her yesterday, she told me that a fellow inmate came and reminded her of someone... Adam Blake," he said. Then he took a deep breath before he continued. "She is in danger."

My heart sank at the word danger, then I ran the name Adam Blake in my mind. I was sure I have heard of him before but where?

Wait...

'Damn!' I thought as my eyes widened in recognition.

"I will be right back," I told Eric as I stood up, and hurried outside of the interrogation room.

All I thought about as I made my way to the information room was that I hoped I was wrong. Once I got in, I went to one of the analysts. "I want an immediate full search on someone named, Adam Blake."

He nodded and typed something on his computer, he didn't take long before he showed me the search results on our database. Screw it, I was right.

Adam Blake was a fugitive who broke out of prison a year ago. He joined a very dangerous gang in prison who helped him to escape. Then he made a gang of his own after breaking out and became one of the FBI's most wanted.

But, what the hell does Emma have to do with such a man?

I took the file and made my way back to the interrogation room. Eric had a lot of questions to answer. I got in the interrogation room and sat on the chair in front of him before I passed him the file so he could have a look at it. He uneasily opened it with the handcuffs on and looked at it, his eyes widened in obvious fear.

"Now, you have to tell me," I started to say, looking at him in the eye. "How does Emma know that man?"

He sighed. "He was her ex."

I felt a fraction of annoyance once I heard the word ex, or was it jealousy? Anyway, I didn't let it show and I motioned for Eric to continue.

"They were like a team, but after a while, Adam started losing control, and Emma had to stop him," Eric explained. "She was the reason he got arrested."

"How did he lose control?" I asked in curiosity. I was impressed that Emma was the reason he got caught.

"Emma never hurt anybody, so when she saw Adam beating a poor guard, and having him at gunpoint, she couldn't bear it," Eric answered.

My expressions got softer, that really sounded like the Emma I knew and loved.

"Agent Parker, a moment outside, please," an agent said as he came into the interrogation room. I followed him outside after giving Eric a look that said I was going to be back.

"He's free to go," the agent told me. "We have nothing to hold him for."

I nodded before I went back inside. Then I went to Eric and unlocked his handcuffs. "You are free to go, Eric."

He stretched his arms to relieve the chafing feeling before he looked at me in the eye. "Promise me that you will do everything you can to find her."

"I will," I told him. Of course, I would.

After that, Eric left and I went to my office. All I could think about was her. I couldn't bear the idea that she was in danger, and I felt a huge rage upon myself. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her, or if that bastard hurt her.

I had to find her no matter what it took...