The following morning we got up before the sun rose. Got dressed, and headed out in Derek's Hummer.

"So...they're tracking his credit card. Looks like the last time he used it was last night."

I felt my heart speed up. "Where?" I asked.

"Um...airport." he said quietly. I shuddered and he reached over and put one of his hands on top of mine.

"We'll find her Casey, I swear to you." he said. I nodded and he lifted one of my hands to his mouth, kissing it softly.

"Where'd they go?" I asked quietly.

"The States. California...Truman have family there?" Derek asked, grinding his teeth at Truman's name.

"I think he has some cousins there. They're just as slimy as he is, they'd probably let him stay there and not say anything." I replied.

We'd been driving for some time and as I gazed out the window I saw the hospital Danielle was born in and felt my eyes prick with tears.

"That's where she was born." I whispered.

Derek didn't say anything at first and then all of the sudden he gasped and swirved into the parking lot. I yelped at clutched at my seat.

He pulled into a parking space and I glared at him. "What was that for?"

"Casey who's name did you put on the birth certificate?" he asked.

"What?" I asked confused, my current depressed state fogging my mind up.

"The father! Who'd you say the father was?" he asked.

"N-nobody, I left it blank." I stuttered. A slow grin broke out across his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Casey! She's not Truman's daughter!" he exclaimed. I frowned at him.

"Derek, Truman is the father..."

"Only genetically!" he exclaimed. I nodded.

"If we can hunt them down and find them, he's technically kidnapping her. His name's not on her birth certificate! He's not the father!" he exclaimed, explaining it to me.

"You're right!" I exclaimed happily, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Now all we have to do is find them and with the credit card tracking reports it'll be cake. We're going to get our daughter back." He smiled. I grinned at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You said our daughter..."

He flushed and stuttered, "Oh um...I know...I meant-" I cut him off.

"You're right. She is our daughter...at least, she's about to be." I said. He looked at me confused.

"Derek, don't think I'm crazy ok?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Too late Princess." I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway.

"I have a plan."

"What is it?" he asked.

"We're going to break into the hospital records."