He was driving back to headquarters, the radio was faint as Agent Mike Weston drove along the New York freeway; it had been nearly a month since everything had gone down, but he still got choked up whenever he left the hospital.
Ryan Hardy was still in a coma while Claire Matthews had unfortunately passed, just like Joe Carroll wanted.
"Damn it!" Mike cursed to himself. In a way, Carroll had won with Claries' death, he didn't know how he was going to tell Ryan if he woke up, no…when.
Mike got off on his exit then pulled into the FBI Headquarters where he made his way into the overcrowded building and fought his way to his office before closing the door behind him.
There was solitude in his rather dark office, he liked it that way ever since Parker died, ever since Ryan was in a coma and Claire passed, ever since Joe Carroll perished in the fire.
He was told a million times that it was finally over, but it didn't feel over; Mike was waiting for 'the big reveal', even if there was never really going to be one.
"Agent Weston," he heard from the other side of his door that opened in a rush with Marshal Turner now standing where his door had previously been closed.
Mike stood up at his desk "Marshal," he spoke "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Conference Room, now." He said, exiting his office.
Mike huffed as he shuffled his way into the conference room that was beginning to fill up with more agents; he took a seat in the front next to another agent who held onto her notepad tightly as she looked around the room to observe the other agents.
"Wonder what's going on." Mike said, trying to start a conversation with the agent.
She smirked "It's about Emma Hill." She spoke softly, now hiding in her hair.
Mike jerked his head towards her "How do you know that?" he whispered to her.
The agent smiled as she turned away from him as the Marshal stood in front of all the agents in the room.
"Alright, I'm going to get straight to the point; as you know we are still searching for Joe Carroll's followers and this morning we received a tip from a gas station attendant who claimed that he spotted Emma Hill." Marshall Turner said.
Turner turned to the agent Mike was sitting before Turner looked away "We retrieved security footage from the gas station to confirm that Emma Hill was recently spotted in Worcester, Massachusetts." He said.
The room filled with whispers and chatter as Mike turned to the agent next to him, who was now jotting down notes on her notepad before looking back up at the Marshal.
The Marshal cleared his throat "The FBI and I will be forming a team together to go to Massachusetts to try and contain Ms. Hill." He said, going on with the plans and the intentions of the mission.
After everyone was excused, Mike followed her before he stood next to her "Were you in charge of the security tapes?" he asked her.
She nodded "Yes." She said, continuing to walk to her desk.
"Are you new? Cause I haven't seen you around here before…" Mike asked, trying to keep up with the agent and her fast pace.
"Maybe. Or maybe you've just been looking at your feet for almost two months and never noticed me." The girl said, walking into her shared office and sat at her desk.
Mike nodded in embarrassment "Well, then, let me start over. Hi, my name is Mike Weston…and you are?" he said, sticking out his hand.
"Jenny Hartgrove." She said, shaking Mike's hand before going back to her computer.
Mike nodded "Ok." He said, walking out of her shared office and back to his where he closed his door and hit his head against his door.
Mike began to read up on Emma Hill and her location as well as the town she was spotted in and how maybe it was a possible connection to more Carroll followers.
He was so lost in his thoughts he was startled with Marshall Turner knocked on his door "Can we talk?" he asked.
Mike nodded, turning his attention to the Marshall who sat across from him.
"I know that you'll probably want to go to Massachusetts, to end this; but I would like to advise you to not." The Marshall said.
"Why not? Mike asked, cocking an eye brow at him.
The Marshall gestured "You went through a lot with Carroll, with Hardy. Myself, and other superior agents, believe that you psychologically couldn't handle this." He said, easing in to that conversation.
"Psychologically?" Mike asked rhetorically.
"Well, yes." The Marshall said.
Mike shook his head "No. I am fine! I can do this…don't do this!" he said, trying to fight the Marshall who stood up from his seat.
"Agent Weston," the Marshall said "You need to keep yourself under control." He said.
Mike swallowed hard as he took a deep breathe in "Marshall Turner, please. I need to finish this. I believe that I am in sound mind to go to Massachusetts, and I promise that I will not let personal feelings get in the way." Mike spoke softly.
The Marshall stood there, it was obvious he was thinking while Mike just stood there nervously, before becoming awkward as he finally sat down in his chair.
"I will consider it with the fellow agents, in the meantime please keep yourself in check." The Marshall said as he left Mike's office.
Mike leaned back in his chair, it was obviously going to be one of those days as he went back to his computer and reading the files.
It seems like he couldn't look at another file as he finally shut off his computer and relaxed in his office once again; he finally began to hear the sounds of the office when a knock came to his door.
"Hey, Turner said to give you these." Agent Hartgrove said as she walked into his office and handed him another folder.
Mike took the folder and began to read it "Updates?" he asked her.
Agent Hartgrove nodded "Yes. Also…tomorrow morning, 0800 hours, we leave for Massachusetts." She said before leaving his office.
Mike smiled, relieved that he wouldn't be stuck in New York while everyone around his was off fighting the rest of Joe Carroll's followers.