It had been 48 hours. 48 hours since Ryan was given Grace and things were going smoothly, or at least Ryan thought it was all going smoothly.
The two of them and the accompanying agent were in the car as they drove down the busy streets of New York City, Ryan looked through the rear view mirror at Grace as she looked over Madeline for the hundredth time.
Ryan sighed to himself, he knew he needed to 'fix' Madeline, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her so he couldn't just walk into a toy store and get her a new one.
In the midst of his thought, a car pulled out in front of him, alerting Ryan as he slammed on the brakes of his car and immediately honked his car "Watch where you're going asshole!" Ryan yelled.
He realized what he had just said and looked behind him at Grace "Sorry." He muttered before looking back at the road where it was stand still traffic; it was obvious to Ryan that they weren't going to make their lunch reservation, but it wasn't like he could turn around.
"Uncle Ryan, I'm hungry." Grace complained.
Ryan hummed "I know, Gracie, me too…and I'm sure Agent Wolfowitz is too…but we'll be there soon, I promise babe." He said, looking back over at Grace.
Grace leaned back in her car seat, looking out the window at all the bumper to bumper traffic when the car slowly began to ease its way past the problematic light then began to speed down the street before Ryan turned the corner into a parking garage.
It wasn't perfect parking, but it was parking as Ryan killed the engine and looked around the car for his wallet and phone while watching Grace unbuckle herself from her car seat.
"Wait for me." Ryan said as he got out of the car, the agent following suit as Ryan made his way around the car.
Ryan was about to open the car door for Grace when a car skidding by then immediately stopped behind the car; the agent pulled his gun from his hip but the perpetrators were faster as they gunned down the agent as they both got out of the vehicles.
The two masked individuals walked towards Ryan, who pressed his hand against the door, going for his gun but one of the perps stabbed Ryan in the abdomen, watching him fall to the ground as another opened the car door and snatched the screaming Grace from her seat.
Ryan could only watch as he witness Grace being kidnapped, being thrown into the back of a car before the perpetrators drove away, leaving behind the wreckage of a dead agent and a wounded Ryan Hardy as Ryan reached for his cell phone from his pocket and began to dial 9-1-1.
When Mike was informed of Graces' kidnapped, he immediately punched a hole in the closest wall; not caring about the scene he was making before he stormed out of the room to tend to his bleeding knuckles.
He sat in the break room, his head in his hands as he cried; he hated crying at work but Grace was worth every tear when he heard the break room door and close.
Mike looked up to see Donovan standing next to him; the young agent took a deep breath in as he swallowed hard and stood up from his seat "I apologize for my actions in the Intel room, sir." He said.
Agent Donovan nodded "It's alright. In all honesty, I was surprised you didn't trash the whole room…but I'm glad you didn't, otherwise this would be a completely different conversation." He remarked.
Mike huffed "Has Sarah been informed?" he asked.
"Ms. Greene has been informed; I've been told they had to sedate her afterwards." Agent Donovan remarked.
Mike nodded slowly "Okay. Where do we go from here?" he murmured.
Agent Donovan huffed, lacing his fingers together as he looked at Mike "We've got a team going through the security footage right now, I've got two agents speaking to Ryan Hardy in the hospital, three guarding Ms. Greenes' room, and another filing paper work on the dead agent." He explained.
"Sir, what should I do?" Mike asked.
"Go home and get some rest." Agent Donovan remarked before turning around and leaving the break room.
Mike couldn't go back to the house, the idea of him sleeping in a completely empty house made him feel worse, so he drove an hour out to Baltimore to be with Sarah.
He counted the three guards watching over Sarahs' room when he stopped at the edge of her door to see Sarah leaning up in bed and speaking to someone on the phone, crying as she did.
"…I'm coming home." Sarah muttered.
Mike swallowed hard, his heart broken as he watched Sarah; he knew there was so much going on within her, maybe it was right that she go back to Maine for awhile, until all of this blows over.
Sarah sighed heavily, brushing away tears "…no, it's just for awhile, Anna." She continued, before looking up to see Mike staring at her.
"Anna, I've got to go, I'll call when I get a chance." Sarah said before hanging up the phone and brushing away the rest of her tears.
Mike sighed "I'd ask if you were okay…but that's a stupid question." He told her.
"Yeah, it is. But ask it anyway…just to be polite." Sarah remarked.
Mike looked at her longingly "Are you okay?" he asked her.
"No, I'm not. But thanks for asking." Sarah murmured, beginning to look out the window.
Mike hummed, taking a seat next to Sarahs' bed "Donovan sent me home, but I just can't go back to the house." He admitted.
Sarah turned back to him "Who could blame you?" she asked rhetorically.
Mike and Sarah locked eyes for a moment before Mike cleared his throat "Can I sleep here?" he asked her.
Sarah couldn't help but let a smile out "I don't have a problem with it, I'm sure the nurses will, but who cares what they think?" she asked, scooting over on her bed as much as she could and patted at the free space.
Mike slowly climbed into the hospital bed with Sarah when he grumbled to himself "You're right, this bed if uncomfortable." He remarked.
"But it'll do if you're tired enough." She said in return.
"You're right about that." Mike said before taking her hand and kissing it "We're going to find her, I promise."
Sarah huffed "I wish people would stop staying stuff like that to me, it's becoming rather redundant." She said, looking at Mike.
"Okay, then how about…when I find Joe Carroll I'm going to kick his teeth in?" he asked.
Sarah smirked "That'll do."