She sat on the other side of a break room table as Mike went through a case file and pulled out a picture and showed it to Sarah.

"…is this the man that attacked you?" he asked, showing the picture of Luke Taylor.

Sarah tightened, as she pulled herself away from her leaning forward position; almost trying to get away from the picture.

Her smile faded quickly as she looked up at Mike "Yes." She muttered.

Mike nodded, taking the picture back and placing it in the case file, he watched as Sarah began to panic before his eyes when he reached over and took her hand.

"It's okay." He told her.

Sarah shook her head "No, Mike, it's not okay. A man came into my house and almost killed me. And what's worse is that he's still out there!" she remarked.

Mike wasn't sure how to respond to her response, it was all true and he knew he couldn't say or do anything that could comfort her.

"Enjoy your lunch." Sarah remarked after a moment of silence.

She got up from her seat before walking towards the exit, Mike quickly stood up "Sarah, honey…"

Sarah turned to him slowly, Mike was at a loss of words; what could he possibly say to get Sarah to stay?

"It is going to be okay, we know who he is and we will find him." He said, determined to make it happen.

Sarah sighed, letting go of the door knob as she approached Mike "I know. But it's still scary. You don't understand!" she remarked.

"No, but I do! That's just it! You don't think I haven't been where you are now? Sarah, it is the worst feeling in the world! Trust me, I do know how you feel." Mike told her, placing his hands on her arms.

She nodded, that was all she let out before Mike sighed "Hey, why don't we go out for dinner tonight? Just you and me. We'll go to that little French restaurant you love." Mike offered.

Sarah let a smile out "Okay." She said before bringing herself in for a hug, Mike held her tight before letting her go.

"Alright, good. I'll be home a little after 5." He told her.

Sarah continued to smile as she nodded at her boyfriend "Okay, I'll be waiting." She said, giving him a quick peck on the lips before walking out of the break room, leaving Mike alone with his lunch.


She was breathtaking in the coral dress as she sat across from Mike at the corner table of the restaurant, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"You look beautiful." Mike told her.

Sarah blushed yet again as she took another sip of her drink "Thank you."

Mike sighed "I mean, I know I've said it like five different times now, but you really are." He said.

Sarah smiled at him "And you look very handsome tonight as well, I must say." She said with a light chuckle.

Mike smirked at her "Thank you for lunch by the way, it was delicious." He said as he began reading through the menu.

"I'm glad, I know how you love a good Philly Cheesesteak." She said as she began to read her menu as well.

They were both silent as they read the menu and occasionally taking sips from their drinks, spotting glances at each other for awhile before Sarah finally put her menu down and stared at Mike.

Mike looked up from his menu "What?"

Sarah smiled "I love you."

"I love you, too." Mike said, putting his menu down as well.

Sarah continued to smile for awhile before she finally took a deep breath and grabbed her purse "I have to use the ladies room." She remarked as she began to make her way to the back of the restaurant.

Mike watched her as she did, enjoying the view before going back to the menu; he honestly didn't like French food, but Sarah loved it, so he tried to make it work.

The restaurant suddenly became quiet, alerting Mike as he looked up from the menu.

A group of people walked into the restaurant and something immediately wasn't right about them as Mike watched them for a moment before going back to his menu.

He finally was arguing with himself about which item sounded better in the novel of a menu when a blood-hurtling screaming scared him and alerted him to what was going on around him.

The group of people from earlier had erupted chaos amongst the diners as people began to be stabbed as well as sliced and diced.

Mike was glad he had brought his weapon as he pulled it out and pointed it at one of the assaulters "FBI, FREEZE!" he yelled.

A few people looked and stared at him for a moment, he was getting nervous as devious grins began to appear on their faces when he felt a hard something hit his head and he fell to the ground.


Mike awoke on a gurney, strapped in and ready to make his way to the closest E.R room, his head was throbbing as he grumbled.

"Sarah." He managed to mutter out.

He could feel the gurney begin to move as he continued to call out for Sarah, only she never answered as the paramedics rolled him into the ambulance.

As he stared up at the bright white ceiling of the ambulance, he could hear several voices talking and arguing before someone climbed in; Agent Donovan looked down at Mike as he started losing consciousness again.

"Where's Sarah?" he muttered before closing her eyes.

Agent Donovan looked down at Mike "What do you mean, Agent Weston?" he asked.

"…she…she…" Mike was losing his train of thought as he began to fall unconscious again, unable to finish his remark before succumbing to the heavy tired feeling he was having.

Agent Donovan huffed before climbing out of the ambulance, looking around at the mess that he was left to clean up.

If the body count was any indication, this entire thing was bigger and higher than Luke Taylor.