[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D4ADD5]Priya Khurana[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/liLU3XDvjxfOw/source.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=D4ADD5]Location:[/color][/b] In the back of a Squad Car
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Talk and mention of sisters brought back tender memories for Priya. It had been years now since her sister was taken from her. Years since she last spoke to her, talking about their parents' silly rules and running around their street playing, despite traffic. The looks they got from others for living in that neighborhood. Being the only Indian family for miles. Was that why she was targeted by that man? Because she was different.

Either way, it was the past. That brought her to the police. And it brought her to what she wanted the most. Finding cases that were long since forgotten and closing them. Finding the truth and peace for others who had given up hope. It didn't bring her sister back, but it made her feel wanted. Needed even. Her sister would have been proud, even if her parents were not.

A single tear rolled down Priya's cheek as she thought about her sister. She quickly rubbed it away. Riley should not be alone. Thankful for Tim and Roy's word on the matter, she continued. [color=D4ADD5]"Yeah, I'll go."[/color] It made her feel at ease. If Riley needed her, at least she would be around. And if not, it allowed Priya a moment away from the others for a bit of her own time to think about things. Those things left unsaid and unheard. She wanted to call her mom. If only for a moment to hear her voice.