He stayed with Sarah all night and into the morning hours when she was being checked out of the hospital; Mike promised to stay with her until her sister, Anna, arrived to take her home to Maine.

"Just for the record, I hate your sister." Mike remarked.

Sarah sighed "It's okay, I hate her too." She muttered, turning to Mike to let a small smile escape her lips.

Mike hummed, crossing his arms as he sat next to Sarah "Did they give you anything in the way of pain meds?" he asked her.

"Vicodin. I'm sure I'll use it at some point." Sarah said.

Mike sighed, looking over at Sarah "When this is all over, we should go on a vacation…the three of us." He said.

Sarah laughed at his remark "Funny. You're so funny. And where are we going to go?" she asked him.

"Anywhere you want to go!" he told her.

Sarah smirked "Don't tell Grace that, you know what she'd say."

Mike nodded to himself, a light smile on his face "Yeah."

They were both in silence once again when Mike opened his mouth only to be interrupted by the stomping footsteps of a familiar face; Anna Greene stood in the hospital, her arms crossed as she looked at the both of them.

"You ready?" Anna said with a snarky tone.

Sarah took a deep breath in as she stared her sister down "Yeah." She said, slowly making her way off the bed with Mikes' help.

Anna pushed her way past Mike and helped Sarah off the bed "Don't touch her." She muttered under her breath at Mike.

Mike glared at Anna, he couldn't believe he was intrusting her with Sarah, especially when everything going on; in fact, he hoped Joe found her and killed her—one less bitch in the world!

He watched as Sarah grabbed what little she had brought in with her, turning back to Mike and walking close to him so that Anna could not hear them.

"I love you." She whispered before kissing him on the cheek.

Mike smiled "I'll call you, check in every day." He told her.

Sarah shook her head "Forget about me, just find our daughter and kill that son of a bitch!" she told him.

Mike stroked her cheek, kissing her lips gently before pulling away "I'll see you when I'm done." He told her.

Sarah smiled "See you then." She said, backing away slowly and following her grumpy sister out of the hospital room, leaving Mike alone once again.

Mike was sick of hospitals as he walked into Ryans' in New York, getting further and further away from Virginia every time.

He looked over his injured friend who was sitting up in his bed and forcing himself to eat the hospital pudding "Y'know, you don't have to eat that if you don't want to." Mike remarked.

Ryan huffed, taking another spoonful and putting it in his mouth "It's tolerable…I mean, it is Vanilla."

Mike chuckled as he looked at Ryan "So, how are you?" he asked quietly.

"…Mike, I feel awful. I should have taken better care of her." Ryan said, looking over to his friend "I promised you I would keep her safe, and I broke it. And now Joe has her…and it scares me, cause I wonder what he's doing to her, or what he's saying to her." He admitted.

Mike nodded "…I wonder if she's scared, or she feels alone, or if she's hurt." He returned.

Ryan sighed "I take it you haven't heard from Joe yet?" he asked.

Mike shook his head, lacing his fingers together "Has anyone from the Bureau contacted you yet?" he asked.

Ryan nodded "Yeah. They asked me the same old same old 'what happened and who did you see' bull shit." He remarked.

Mike nodded in understanding when his cell phone went off, vibrating in his pocket as he pulled it out and answered it "This is Weston."

"Weston, we just got a video feed from Carroll, you may want to see it." Agent Donovan said on the other end.

"I'll be there in a few hours." He said before hanging up his phone and getting up from his seat "…Joe sent a video." He muttered.

Ryan nodded "Good. Go save Grace." He remarked.

Mike arrived to headquarters with agents everywhere talking about everything with everyone when he walked into the intel room where Donovan and another agent were talking.

"Okay, so where's the footage?" Mike asked as he approached Donovan.

Donovan tapped the agents shoulder, pulling up the video to the big screen that got Mikes' attention as he looked up.

The agent pressed play, sitting back in his seat as the footage began to play; the video showed Grace shyly sitting next to Joe as he sewed her Madeline doll back together.

"Do you love your daddy?" Joe asked her in his soothing charismatic accent.

Grace nodded.

"Do you miss your daddy?" Joe asked again.

Grace nodded once more.

Joe hummed "Well, don't worry love, you'll see him again." He said, looking up at the camera.

Mike lost his breath, continuing to watch as Joe put the thread and needle down and showed off the Madeline doll "There we go, I know she's not perfect, but—she's better, see?" he said, showing the doll to Grace.

Grace took the dolls carefully from Joes' hands, looking up at him then back down at her doll before holding it close; the camera moves closer to Grace and kneels down to her level.

"Hey Gracie," the voice of Emma asked her.

Grace looked up at the camera "Can you say 'hi' to your dad?" she asked Grace.

"Hi, daddy." She whispered.

Mike huffed, his daughter was scared and alone with those serial killers and it made his blood boil and he turned away from the video and rubbed his temple.

"Oh, darling." Mike heard in the footage behind him, he turned around to watch Joe pick up his daughter and rock her back at forth; Joe looked and the camera and smirked "Remember Michael, remember what's at stake." He said.

Joe began to sing to Grace the infamous lullaby of "You Are My Sunshine" to Grace as he walked out of the shot and the footage ended; Mikes' stomach turned, he began to feel something coming to the surface when he turned around and rushed out of the intel room.