AN: Sorry this took a bit to get up, RL got a little hectic. Thanks for the reviews, followers, and favorites!

Disclaimer: I was just borrowing them to put on a massive puppet show but the explosives caught puppet Fiona's hair on fire which led to a mass puppet casualty. Because of this I was sternly told I do not own them or their puppets.

Fiona's signal led Sam and Jesse to a winding dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Sam pulled his Chrysler off to the side when they were close enough to approach on foot without the risk of being seen. He quickly called Michael to tell him where they were and he informed Sam that he would be there in about fifteen minutes.

Seth Peters used to be the type of man who helped senior citizens cross a street or assist a lady with a door. Chivalry wasn't lost on him and he was always a gentleman; until that fateful day that he and his family took a road trip to see some relatives. The last thing he remembered was his children singing to the radio and he and his wife laughing when the car suddenly jerked back and forth. He lost control and it careened off the road down an embankment, flipping over several times before landing against a tree. When he eventually woke up from his coma he was informed by a nurse that he was the only survivor of the crash.

The police informed him that both his front tires blew from old age. When he explained that they were brand new and produced the receipt to prove it, an investigation was done on Johnson Tires. One week later the police told him the case was closed due to no evidence of foul play being found at Johnson Tires garage. Kindness went out the door as he plotted his revenge against the company that caused him to lose everything.

Seth launched his own investigation and found Johnson Tires dirty little secret. He discovered that the owner was picking up tires from a giant dump pile where thousands of tires lay rotting. He would haul them back to an abandoned warehouse, where his workers would spruce them up to look like new. Once they looked good enough to pass as brand new tires, they were loaded onto a tire truck and delivered to the shop at random times. When they were delivered to the shop, they would be used immediately. Seth calculated that the business was making a small fortune by scamming people. To his shock he discovered most of the employees were in on it too.

He ran to the police with his findings, but they quietly dismissed him, telling him they had no probable cause. All the tires were in fact brand new in the shop. The warehouse wasn't in the owner's name or anyone's name who worked there and the tire pile was on public property. The little bit of humanity Seth had left disappeared that day.

So today was to be his day. He got a family member from five different employees of Johnson Tires that represented each member of his family, including himself. He didn't care if their family member who was employed at the garage knew about the shady tire business or not. All he cared about was that after today was over, he would be reunited with his family once again. Police would have to investigate Johnson Tires after they saw his video tape and found all their bodies. He would give them their probable cause.

Sam and Jesse quietly made their way through the woods along the side of the road. The sounds of whimpers and a male voice grew in volume and they quickly ducked down when they spotted Seth Peters talking into a video camera in front of what appeared to be five graves. A wooden cross was placed before each hole with a single picture on each one. Jesse used the binoculars he brought along and saw each picture was a member of the Peters family, including Seth himself. A giant pile of tires was behind the graves and it stretched further then the eye could see. To the right of Seth sat a backhoe.

Sam and Jesse could just make out what Seth was saying to the camera. They gathered that he was telling facts about Johnson Tires hidden business.

"Since the police refused to bring my family justice, I will have to do it for them. An eye for an eye," Seth stated and he swung the camera down into the first grave where a coffin was laid with the lid open revealing a gagged and bound crying boy. "This is Robbie Blake, son of Johnson Tire employee Paul Blake. Robbie is the same age as the son I lost." Seth pulled the camera up to show the blown up photo of his son on the cross. "Hunter Peters."

Seth moved to the next grave and swung the camera down to show the ten year old victim in the same predicament as Robbie. "This is Melody Hunt, daughter of Johnson Tire employee Andrew Hunt. Melody is the same age as the daughter I lost." Seth brought the camera up to show the picture of his daughter. "Tiffany Peters."

Sam and Jesse watched in horror as Seth went down the row to each grave, saying his little speech before moving on to the next. A sound to their left had them both pointing their guns only to see that it was Michael. He made his way over to them and crouched behind the overgrown weeds and bushes.

Michael scanned the scene before him and grimaced at what he saw.

"He's gonna bury them alive," Michael assessed.

"It looks that way. Fiona is in the second grave from the left. We haven't made visual contact but Seth's little video gram he made told us what victim is where in each grave. Their um…you can hear them crying so they all seem to be alive," Jesse summarized.

Seth finished his video and grabbed a pole he had lying nearby. Going to the father's grave first, he used the pole to shut the lid of the coffin. Jerry Flint's heightened panic of being closed in was expressed through his muffled screams that filtered out.

Closing the lid on Fiona, she immediately went to work ripping at the bindings around her hands. She screamed so Seth wouldn't become suspicious but in reality, she was a bit frightened. She prayed that the tracker worked so Michael could find her.

"Mikey we gotta make a move or this could get ugly. He's only one guy with a 9 millimeter and I count three of us," Sam assessed.

Michael pointed. "Seth may make this harder than you think. So far I counted three grenades on him."

Sam whipped his head around and studied Seth. When he reached up for the backhoe door, Sam and Jesse noticed three bulges in his cargo pants side pocket. His stretching confirmed Michael's suspicions when a section of pin glinted in the sunlight.

"Let's wait for him to get into the backhoe and then we'll box him in. Sam, if he tries to pull a pin I need you to take the shot," Michael ordered.

"Awe Mike why not just let him blow himself up," Sam whined.

"Because Sam, as awful as his actions might be, it's only because he is a victim too. He lost his entire family."

"Alright people, let's do this," Jesse quipped, eager to start the rescue.

The sound of the machinery starting up sent all three men into the woods, spreading out to take up flanks. They were able to close in easily as Seth was staring at the graves and crying. Jesse approached the left side as Sam approached the right. Michael remained behind the backhoe. With the sound of the backhoe drowning out his footfalls on the gravel, Jesse was able to step up and grab the door. With a quick yank he flung it open and watched Seth flinch in surprise.

"It's over Seth," Jesse shouted over the machinery as he kept his gun pointed at him.

Seth went to reach for his own gun but was shocked to find it gone. Sam stood in the other doorway with Seth's gun already tucked in his waistband while his own firearm was aimed at him.

"Keep your hands up," Jesse commanded as he used one hand to reach into Seth's side pocket. Pulling out the grenades, he breathed a sigh of relief as he handed them to Michael, who was now next to him. "Okay step out slowly."

Seth started laughing as he climbed out of the backhoe. Once he was out Sam reached in and turned it off, taking the key with him before walking around it to join the others.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked.

"You're too late." Seth mumbled between laughs.

"Too late? Too late for what?"

Seth continued to laugh as Jesse zip-tied his hands and feet. Panic rose in all three of them and once Seth was secured, they ran for the graves. Seeing the closed caskets brought them all up short. It was a horrible sight, knowing they were about to be buried alive. Michael made his way to Fiona's grave and jumped in. Quickly releasing the lid he gasped when he saw Fiona's eyes were closed and she wasn't moving.

"Fiona!" he cried as he quickly pulled her upper body into his arms. Her head lulled back and Michael bit his lip as he felt for a pulse.

"Is she…?" Jesse asked from above.

Michael shook his head. "No she's not dead. Check on the others."

Jesse nodded and jumped into the fourteen year old's grave while Sam went over and opened the ten-year old's coffin. Both girls were wide awake and crying. Quickly cutting their bindings, they helped the girls up out of the ground before getting the father and the boy.

Michael was happy they all appeared to be awake and alive but Fiona's unconsciousness scared him. He had cut her bindings while the rest of the victims were being released. With everyone out of their graves and safe, Jesse and Sam returned to stand over Fiona's grave with worried gazes.

Without taking his eyes off his wife, Michael spoke harshly. "I want you two to find out what he did to her."

Sam and Jesse didn't need to be told twice. They marched over to Seth and hauled him to the rear of the backhoe so that they were out of the four victims line of sight.

"What did you do to the woman?" Jesse spat.

"I didn't do anything," Seth mumbled in a drunken-like slur.

Jesse slammed him against the backhoe.

"You said we're too late? What did you mean by that," Sam questioned.

Seth chuckled. "Me. You're too late for me."

Sam grabbed Seth's head and pried his eyelid open. Dilated eyes stared back at him.

"What did you take?"

"Whatsitmatter," He slurred together. "I see…seemyfamilysoon," He managed to huff out.

"So you didn't drug the woman?"

"No."

Jesse let him go and he slumped to the ground in dead weight. They watched as Seth took his last breath before they made their way over to the victims.

Michael was on the verge of panic as Fiona remained lifeless in his arms.

"Come on Fi," He begged as he brushed her dampened hair from her face. "Wake up."

He tapped her face. "Fiona! Wake up!" He demanded in harsh tone.

To his surprise her eyelids fluttered before she slowly blinked them open.

"Fi, thank God. Are you okay?" Michael asked as she focused her gaze on him.

"Michael," She breathed out and smiled. "Where are we?"

"Your grave."

Her eyes widened and she quickly scrambled to sit up. "Did you get him? Is everyone alright?"

"Fiona, calm down; we got him and everyone is fine." Michael stroked her face. "Fi, you were unconscious. What happened?"

She scratched her fingers through her hair. "I don't know. I remembered struggling to undo the bindings after he closed the lid and then...nothing."

Michael touched her forehead to see if she was feverish. She felt clammy but it was a given after being stuffed in a coffin on a Miami summer day. Satisfied she didn't have a fever he helped her out of the grave before climbing out himself.

"Well, Seth has rejoined his family," Sam reported.

"He's dead?" Michael asked in a confused tone.

"Apparently he took something before we got to him. We did manage to get that he was referring to himself when he said we were too late. He claimed he didn't do anything to Fi, aside from almost burying her alive that is," Sam explained.

"I wonder why he jumped the gun on this. He told Mike he was gonna call tomorrow with what would've been the dead-ended ransom drop off at Lucky Strike Lanes. So why kill today and not tomorrow?" Jesse questioned.

"I think he was playing it safe. If he was under the impression that these employees had all made contact with the police even though they were told not to, he probably thought they were closing in on him. By doing it now, he prevents any interference," Sam surmised.

Everyone nodded in agreement before Michael cast concerned eyes towards Fiona. "How do feel?"

"I'm fine Michael. You know, he did just abduct me not too long ago. Maybe the chloroform hadn't completely worn off," Fiona suggested as she left Michael's side to check on the victims.

"I didn't want to risk a black eye, but I think she fainted Mikey," Sam muttered under his breath.

Michael crossed his arms and watched Fiona talk to the children. "Fiona doesn't faint, Sam."

"Maybe now she does, I mean she isn't no spring chicken," Jesse explained. Michael flashed his eyes towards Jesse who held his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm not trying to be rude Westen, just stating facts. We all get a little rundown sometimes and there's always a first for everything."

Michael narrowed his eyes a little before he turned his gaze back to Fiona and sighed. "Fainting or not, something is off. We're going to have to keep a close eye on her."

Jesse and Sam nodded in agreement as the sounds of sirens approaching could be heard in the distance.