All eyes were on him in the early morning hours at the FBI Headquarters, Mike could tell that his entire division had been gossiping about him, but he didn't care as he entered the interrogation back room where several other agents, including Deidre, were watching.

The agents turned to Mike, all of which were surprised to see him as he squeezed his way to the window where Agent Donovan was attempting to interrogate Sarah.


"You know, it is so nice to finally meet you, Ms. Greene." Agent Donovan remarked.

Sarah nodded, not saying anything as she leaned forward on the table, crossing her arms as did; she said nothing as she stared at Agent Donovan.

Agent Donovan nodded "So, you want to tell me what's going on?" he asked.

Sarah shook her head.

"Okay." He said, nodding to himself, keeping quiet for a moment, hoping Sarah would snap and start talking.

Sarah turned to the two-way mirror, trying to imagine how many agents were standing behind it; watching her, judging her, discussing her.

She turned back to Agent Donovan "I want to talk to Michael." She finally said.

"Well, that's not going to happen." Agent Donovan retorted.

"Then I guess we're done." She said, leaning back in her seat.


The agents turned and looked at Mike, who ignored their glares as he looked at the woman sitting in the room; she looked the same to him, and she sounded the same too.

But he didn't want to kid himself, she was a 'siren' as his brother would dub her; he started mentally arguing with himself on whether or not he would humor himself and go talk to her, figure it all out if just for closure.

Deidre put a hand on his shoulder "You alright over there?" she asked him.

Mike nodded "Yeah, I'm just…thinking." He replied.

Deidre nodded, taking her hand back and stood silently for a while "She's small that I thought she would be." She remarked.

Mike turned to Deidre, who let a gentle smile escape her lips; Deidre wasn't much a joker, but when she got the chance, she loved to break the tension of a situation.

They watched as Agent Donovan finally left the interrogation room and walked around the corner into the back room where he looked up to see Mike.

"Agent Weston, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm watching the interrogation." Mike said.

Agent Donovan shook his head "You shouldn't be here. You know the rules."

Mike nodded "I know." He said, right when he saw from his peripheral vision that Deidre had turned back to the window.

He turned back to the mirror to find that Sarah was standing in front of the mirror, he jolted back a little as all the agents watched as she looked into the mirror.

Sarah looked herself over for a moment before she fogged up the mirror and began wiping away a smudge with her sweater sleeve.

Mike watched as she smiled to herself and then began to pace around the room, he began to ask himself what Ryan would do in this situation; he knew exactly what Ryan would do—but he wasn't Ryan, so he couldn't just walk in there and interrogate his girlfriend…well, ex-girlfriend.

He turned back to Agent Donovan "So, I take it she isn't talking." Mike said, almost taunting his superior as he leaned against the window, crossing his arms.

Agent Donovan crossed his arms in return "She wants to talk to you, Weston."

Mike shook his head "Well, I don't want to talk to her."

"I wouldn't let you talk to her anyway." Agent Donovan retorted.

They both stood in silence while the other agents stood around awkwardly when another person walked into the interrogation back room "Agent Donovan, I've got someone on the phone claiming to have information on Luke Taylor."

Agent Donovan nodded "Alright." He said, turning away from the agents then leaving the room, alleviating the tension slightly as the agents turned back to Mike.

Mike looked back at the window where Sarah was sitting down again, twiddling her thumbs as she waited patiently for the next agent to come in.

"…I'm gonna talk to her." Mike states as he left the room.


Mike walked in and a bright smile on Sarahs' face greeted him "Hi." She said, grabbing the pitcher of water and pouring a glass "Do you want some water?" she asked him.

He sat down across from her as she pushed the glass towards him, he pushed it aside as he glared at her.

Sarah smiled "Mikey, listen…"

"It's Agent Weston." He interrupted her, sounding stern as he clenched his jaw at her.

"Oh, okay…Mr. Tough Agent, got it!" Sarah said, giggling to herself.

"SARAH—stop it! Right now!" Mike demanded, slamming his fist on the table.

Sarah lost her smile as she realized that Mike wasn't playing games with her, that his fury and anger was directed at her, and rightfully so.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I came to see you." Sarah said, reaching out for his hand, but he pulled it away from her.

Mike shook his head "This isn't a game Sarah, what are you doing here? Is this a ploy? Is this a distraction? What is this?" he asked her.

Sarah took her hands back as well, placing them on her lap as she shook her head "I mean it, I came to see you." She remarked.

"What good does it do you, huh?" Mike asked her.

Sarah sighed, she put her hands flat down on the table, silently telling Mike that everything was on the table "…okay, so I'm part of a serial killing cult—but I haven't killed anybody, ever! So technically, I'm not a criminal—just a bad judge of character."

"But you did attack a federal agent." Mike told her.

"And I'm really sorry about that, it was either that or Emma would have murdered you in cold blood…and I couldn't live with that!" Sarah remarked.

His nostrils flared at the mention of Emmas' name, it infuriated him; the metaphorical knife in his chest was twisted with every word she was telling him.

"Mike, I love you. I might have left out a few details, but everything I told you was true." Sarah said, trying to repair the damage of their broken relationship.

He looked at her closely, he didn't know what to think anymore as his heart told him to forgive her and move on while his brain told him that she was a criminal and deserved to be treated like one.

"I just have one question for you." Mike said.

Sarah nodded "Yeah, anything!" she said, letting a small smile escape her lips.

"Is Joe Carroll alive?" he asked her; it was straight forward, no bull shit as he looked her straight in the eyes.

Sarah struggled with the question looking down and away from Mike as she contemplated answering the question.

"Answer the question, Sarah…you love me don't you?" Mike taunted her.

Sarah nodded "Yes, I do."

"Then answer the question." Mike told her.

Sarah sighed, finally looked up at Mike once again "Yes. Joe Carroll is alive." She muttered.

Mike nodded "Good to know." He said before getting up and leaving the interrogation room.

Sarah put her head in her hands as she began to cry, everything was falling apart for her; and she just wished that she could go back and fix it all.