The city street was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Isabelle Lightwood parked a few houses down from Daisy’s apartment, her gaze calm but sharp, taking in every detail: locked doors, movement inside, the faint hum of a neighbor’s air conditioner. She adjusted her blazer and took a deep breath. Her hand hovered near her communicator; Jessica, Nick, and McGee were already in position, ready to cover every angle. But Isabelle’s focus was entirely on the girl inside. She approached the front door with measured steps, her posture relaxed but authoritative. She didn’t want to scare Daisy—just to reassure her. Isabelle gently rapped on the door, her knuckles barely making a sound. “Daisy Lightwood?” she called softly. “Hi… I’m Isabelle. I’m here to help. You’re safe.” Inside, a shadow flitted across the blinds. Isabelle tilted her head, keeping her voice calm and warm. “I know this is scary, but you don’t have to face this alone. Just stay calm, and I’ll get you out of here safely.”Her eyes softened as she watched the blinds part slightly. Even from here, she could see Daisy’s fear, her uncertainty. Isabelle crouched slightly, lowering herself to appear less imposing. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need you to come to the door. You’ll be safe with me.”From her pocket, Isabelle gently pulled out a small earpiece. “I’m right outside. If you can hear me, just step to the door slowly. I promise, you’re safe now.”The door opened, and Isabelle extended her hand with a gentle warmth, careful not to startle her. “I’ve got you. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”