Sam drove them to Maddy's house as it was the closest. Michael got out of the car wordlessly, walking straight to the door and leaving Sam to help Fiona. Maddy didn't look pleased when he walked through the door.

"Michael! I've been trying to call you for an hour now!"

Michael sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "I don't know what happened to my phone, Ma, I'm sorry," he said wearily. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted you to know that Virgil was leaving," Maddy told him with a huff. "But he left about ten minutes ago, so I guess it doesn't matter."

"Why'd he leave?" Michael asked conversationally, moving past her and to the kitchen. He hadn't realized it before, but now that things were settling down, he was hungry. And since a chunk of his memory was missing, Michael couldn't be sure when he'd last eaten.

"Apparently his daughter's having a kid."

Michael stopped, looking over the fridge door to stare at Maddy. "Really?" he asked. Maddy shrugged.

"Apparently."

The door opened again, admitting in Sam helping Fiona walk in. Maddy turned around to stare at Fiona.

"What happened?"

Fiona could only grunt through the pain. Sam lead her over to the table, helping her sit down on one of the chairs. Fiona hissed as the pain let up. Sam looked up as Michael came to the table as well with a cup of iced tea and a plate of salad.

"I'd like to know that as well," he said. Michael glanced at him briefly before sitting down and taking a large gulp of the tea.

"Believe me, so would I," he grumbled. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't remember," Michael told them. "Whatever happened, I got hit on the head pretty good. I remember... having a conversation with Fi," he said cautiously, intently examining the salad, "then waking up where you found me, Sam."

"Where you found him?" Maddy repeated, eyes flicking back and forth between Sam and Michael. "What's going on?"

Michael sighed heavily. "I was kidnapped, Ma."

"By who?" she demanded.

"A lady who calls herself Lilith."

"Calls herself?" Fi echoed. "You don't think that's her real name?"

Michael shrugged. "I highly doubt it. It's a Hebrew name. Lilith was supposed to be the female version of the devil. I think she chose the name because of that."

"That's just a little creepy," Sam commented mildly. Michael smiled wryly.

"Exactly. Oh. And I met the masked attacker from the jungle. His name's Gerald."

"Gerald?" Fi said with a twisted face. "What kind of a name is that?"

"Well, that makes sense," Sam said over her. "Mikey, Bly called about the jaguars. Apparently a bunch circuses around the globe have had their jaguars kidnapped. All of them have reputations for more wild animals."

"Wait, what do circus animals have to do with any of this?" Maddy interrupted

"Ma," Michael said warningly, giving her an exasperated look. She set her hands on her hips.

"Michael."

Michael rubbed his jaw, closing his eyes. "Fine. Remember when Virgil, Sam and I went looking out in the Boondocks for that woman and her kids? I was attacked by Gerald while Sam and Virgil were chased out by jaguars."

Maddy was silent for a moment, blinking at the trio. "Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds, Michael?"

Michael pursed his lips. "Yeah, well, that happens in my life a lot." He turned back to Sam. "You were saying?"

"Uh..." Sam glanced back at Maddy briefly before answering. "The same bank account made generous donations to each of the circuses, so we had Barry do some digging and... well, that's how we found you. Any idea what this Lilith chick wants?"

Michael twitched ever so slightly. "No," he lied. "She likes to boast, though. Ah..." He looked up to Maddy as if deciding whether or not to say what he was about to. "Apparently... uh, Dad worked for her."

Madeline's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Michael winced visibly. With all the shocks she was maintaining in the past couple minutes, she was going to be dealing with a heart attack on top of the current lung cancer situation.

Sam and Fiona were watching Maddy warily as well. After a moment, Maddy realized they were all staring at her. She threw up an annoyed frown and sat down on a chair heavily.

"Continue," she ordered. Michael paused before doing so.

"The poison in that building where I..." Michael's eyes strayed to his mom again. "Uh. Where I killed Dad."

Madeline's jaw tightened. It was better than Michael had hoped for. She knew he'd killed Frank, but actually saying it was somehow different.

"Dad wasn't trying to kill me-"

That, on the other hand, was news to Maddy. Her head snapped up to stare. Michael swallowed and continued.

"Lilith was trying to kill Dad. I just... got in the way."

"So what does she want now?" Sam asked. "She disappointed to didn't succeed in killing you?"

"No, she seemed... apologetic about that, actually," Michael replied. "She said she was fascinated that someone would... kill their own father, so she looked up my career. Then she wanted to make sure I am really who the files say I am. Which is where Gerald and the jaguars come in."

Sam whistled lowly. Fiona smirked, though the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Sounds like she's got a crush on you."

Michael met Fiona's eyes, disturbed by the fact that it seemed Fiona was actually accurate. Not that he would ever admit that...

He ran a hand down his face slowly. "I'm exhausted," he told them. "I'm going to head home. Ma, can I borrow your car?"

"Whoa, Mikey," Sam said quickly. "You are not going back to the loft!"

Michael frowned. "And why not, Sam?"

"That's where Lilith's guys got you," Sam informed him. "She knows where you live."

Michael closed his eyes. Right. He'd forgotten that he had no idea how Lilith had gotten her hands on him. Figuratively. So far.

"All three of you should spend the night here," Maddy suggested. "Michael, you can use your old bedroom. Fiona can use Nate's. Sam, you'll have the guest room like usual. Fiona, do you need me to help you take a shower, dear?"

Fiona smiled at Madeline sweetly. "That'd be great, actually."

Michael stood up silently, taking his dishes to the sink as Maddy helped Fiona to her feet and to the shower. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Sam.

"You think Lilith'll try to get you back?"

Michael's lips thinned at the thought. "Yes," he answered solidly. Then he walked off to his old bedroom. It was past time to get some sleep.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!