"What is that?" Zeke asked. Mick held her hands out without hesitation, her mind dead set on giving up. She didn't know what to do next.

His eyes widened as he read those 4 fateful words.

"What the hell?"

"Zeke." She spoke softly, holding out her hand to him as she tried not to cry.

He grabbed it, squeezing tight. As if he was holding on for the last time. But he wasn't, he knew that.

"No. No, this isn't ok Mick! This.. This is." He raised his hands to his head, trying to get something out, but he was tongue tied. He was done with this, drained. He had nothing left to give.

But despite those feelings, he had to fight.

He had to fight for Mick.

"Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is after me."

She started to spiral again, but then was sucked into a calling.

She was in the field, but this time, everything was dead. Every flower, tree, leaf, even insect. Grey, and ash. Colorless.

There was no life left.

That was when she saw Zeke.

No.

Not Zeke.

Whoever this person who needs help is, that's who she saw. He was dashing through the cold, bare forest like his feet were on fire.

She heard his voice in her head. "Protect me." He spoke.

"Protect me."

Mick watched him run, his face still turned towards the distance. Who was this person, and why did they need her? "Who are you?!" She yelled. Her voice an echo through the dead foliage.

But he kept running, his pace not faltering. Hesitation filling his body. She saw him flinch, almost like he wanted to turn around, but couldn't. Just like in Zeke's calling.

These people were hiding something.

That was when she heard his voice echo back, breaking the silence.

"You'll know."

She fell back into reality, the force pushing her to the ground.

Zeke ran to her, picking her up and helping her steady herself. "What?!" He asked. "What did you see?"


"Can you think of anyone, anyone who has it out for you?" Jared asked. He immediately knew it was a dumb question as soon as it came out. Who didn't have it our for the passengers? They were either worshipped, or plotted against. A happy medium didn't exist.

Besides Drea, Jared was the only one at the precinct Mick trusted enough to call. Anyone else would dismiss what happened, probably would think it wasn't related to the plane... but it had to be. Regardless of their past, she knew Jared always did his job. And she knew that between him and Zeke, she'd be protected.

"No. Well no one in particular." She replied with a slight laugh and shake of her head. She felt her body sinking heavier into the couch with every breath she took. Literally was minutes away from snoring, and she was still trying to solve something. Her brain worked around the clock. Zeke wasn't sure she ever let it shut off.

"Well," she spoke tiredly. "Eagan hates me, but I doubt he wants me dead."

"Who wants you dead?" Zeke asked abruptly as he entered the room. While Jared and his team finished he made sure Beverly was safe and asleep. Luckily she was with the nurse most of the night, and missed this chaos. He knew she wouldn't be able to handle something like this. He could feel it.

"She was just saying she didn't know." Jared replied with a sigh, standing up from the couch.

Silence stood between them for a moment. Two grown men, and somehow they always knew how to make it awkward.

"It's getting late. We have everything we need, so."

Mick stood up as well, using just about all the force left in her body to keep her eyes open. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm ok. You guys can go."

Jared grabbed his things, and quickly turned his attention to his team. "Ok. People. We are on high alert." He spoke swiftly into the crowd.

He turned back to Mick and Zeke for a moment, concern glossing across his face. "We're gonna have squad cars here at all hours. Vega and Mitchelson, you guys take first shift." He paused, taking a look at Michaela and Zeke once again, confirming what they already knew.

That he would do anything and everything in his power to keep them alive.

"I'll be damned if anything happens to them on my watch. Let's move!" He hollered as he walked towards the door.

Zeke followed behind, catching him before he left. He had to thank him. He had to thank everyone, all the time. It was like some sort of code inside of him. Burdened by following, and being a good man. He was less annoyed by this moral compass now, cuz he had Mick's love and trust to strive for.

"Jared." He said as he tapped him on the shoulder, careful not to startle him.

Jared turned, somewhat surprised to see him. "No. Zeke, you don't have to thank me." Jared waved off his comment, but not in a condescending way. And Zeke was nowhere near offended, he could feel his sincerity like a soft wind... as cheesy as that sounds. Ok, maybe his moral compass wasn't annoying anymore, but sometimes his empathic abilities were. Couldn't he just stay mad at someone?

Jared shifted his weight, looking down at the ground, then back at Zeke.

"Look." He took a long inhale, causing Zeke to worry. He hoped that whatever was to come out next would be sensible… And kind. "Together or not, she's still my friend… I'd jump in front of a bus for her."

Zeke smiled, patting Jared on the shoulder once more. Jared on the other hand kept his face stern, that's always how he looked when he was emotional. He never wanted people to be let on, or to know what he was feeling.

But nobody could get past Zeke.

"You and me both man, you and me both."

With that, they parted ways. Zeke headed back inside to no surprise, a completely zonked Michaela. She was out like a light on the couch. He covered her with a blanket, kissing her forehead as he stood up.

"Love you babe." he whispered.

He always felt odd going into their bed alone and leaving her on the couch. So, in solidarity, he grabbed a blanket and crashed on the smaller couch.

But he wasn't sound asleep like he'd hoped for long.

As soon as he closed his eyes he saw the blonde haired girl. "Not Michaela" he kept repeating over and over to remind himself. "Not Michaela"

She was running again, keeping her gaze on the horizon.

"Protect me." He heard her soft voice say. It was as sweet as a song, but as scary as a siren. He sensed the danger right away.

That was when he saw blood dripping from every sunflower in the field. The foliage began to die right before his eyes, the life being sucked out like a tornado.

"Protect me!" The girl yelled again, strain in her throat from the abruptness of her scream.

"Who are you?" He called out.

She didn't answer.

"Who are you?!"

She sighed, almost like she was giving away classified information. Something he shouldn't be told. Just like Mick's calling. But why were they paralleling? These were different people.

Weren't they?

The girl hesitated, like she's been through this before. "You'll know!" She yelled back.

Zeke stood there, panicked. This is exactly what the boy in Mick's dream calling said. But what the hell does 'you'll know' even mean?

With a force greater than he thought he possessed, he cried out to her. He believed, for the first time ever, that he had the power to change what was happening. What was a calling if not a lucid dream?

"Stop!" This time, she did stop. Not because she was in front of a demon. Not because there was some force pushing her backwards. She just stopped.

It freakin worked.

His words finally got through to her.

She stepped back towards him, still keeping her face turned. Well, this was a start.

That was when he heard the heartbeat. So strong, so vivid and vibrant. So full of hope, yet so full of fear.

It blasted in his ears, causing him to drop to his knees.

"What do you want me to do?" He screamed as his hands covered his ears. "How do I protect you?"

The girl still kept her face from him, causing deeper anger to creep up inside of him. There was something she was hiding, he knew it in his soul.

She stood still for a moment. He could tell by the way she was moving that her face was turning. She was clearly contemplating how to respond.

"Michaela will die." She replied.

Zeke's face fell in shock, releasing his hands from his ears. She began to back away, and the heartbeat finally faded to quiet little thumps.

"How do I save her? How do I protect you?" Zeke asked. He was slowly beginning to calm down. His body steady, his breathing becoming normal.

The girl broke the silence between them, taking a long breath, seemingly for the first time in ages.

"Find The Black Crow."

She began to walk forwards, about to take off into the distance again when Zeke yelled out once more.

"What do I have to do?" He asked. Every ounce of grief and anger pouring out of him all at once. His emotions like a waterfall with no end. He was tired of this. He just wanted an answer.

"Find The Black Crow, and Michaela lives."

She dodged his question.

"But how do I protect you?!" He asked again frantically. But the girl regained her pace, and kept running the immeasurable distance of the valley.

He screamed out to her, but she didn't stop. She was gone again.

That's when he woke up.

It was 5am. He still had a couple of hours to spare, but he knew there was no way in hell he was gonna be able to close his eyes again.

Somehow, some way, he had to find The Black Crow, save Mick in the process, and protect the girl he's seeing in his dream calling.

He sat up straight, his head in his hands. A ache in his head beginning to pound violently.

"This is crazy." He whispered to no one in particular.

"This is absolutely insane!"

But despite how crazy it seemed in the moment, he knew he had to do this.

And he had to do this for Mick.

Mick didn't deserve any more of this running and hiding. He knew deep down she wouldn't be able to do it again. Not anymore.

Just then, a passion so strong took a hold of him. It was stronger than he'd ever felt before.

He had to do this.

And he had to do it now.

No matter how hard it would be, or how long it would take.

He was going to find The Black Crow, and he was gonna take him out.

"For Mick."


Ugh. Now to address the elephant in the room. I am absolutely devastated by the news that NBC decided to cancel this beautifully amazing show. There really was no reason, and I'm struggling to understand their thoughts behind it. You could probably tell by my twitter that I'm still in the angry phase lol. But regardless, let's have hope that another network or Netflix decide to pick it up. Cuz we neeeeed to know what happens next! We can't be left off like this.

But in this time of pain for us Manifesters, I gotchu. You won't have to worry, cuz this story isn't ending any time soon. I'll keep this fic going until the end, and maybe even get some one shots out there to fill the void as well. I got you covered on the Zekaela crumbs!

And no matter what happens, we're manifesters forever!

828 ride or die baby!

- The Color Grey