A/N: Hey Guys! Sorry it took me a while to get this chapter up. For some reason, this story just isn't sitting with me right and I have no idea why? I would really love to hear any feedback about this story, or the plot, or anything... I would really appeciate it! Enjoy =)

They thought I was asleep, but I could hear them whispering to each other. I had my back to them and I had my knees huddled up to my chest. The light was brightly shining through the windows and it burned my red rimmed eyes. I hadn't slept at all; I couldn't really every time I shut my eyes all I saw was the memories of Melanie.

Just hearing her name made the tears start to well up again. I still couldn't bring myself to admit that she was really gone. It just wasn't fair she was one of the good guys, why did she have to die? I was trying to get a grip and let out a sniff. I could sense Michael and Lincoln both glance back in my direction, but I didn't respond to them. I was feeling guilty for yelling at Michael earlier, but that didn't even come close to the level of guilt I felt for Melanie. If we never would have went to her apartment for help then she would still be alive. I was never going to forgive myself for what I did to her. I might as well have pulled the trigger myself.

"It wasn't your fault Laney," Michael said almost as if he was reading my mind.

I didn't turn over to face him.

"It will be my fault every day for the rest of my life," I said dryly.

"You didn't shoot her in cold blood."

"No. Mahone did." I said.

He didn't say anything, and I knew that I had caught him off guard. It was hard to believe that someone who worked to uphold the law could be capable of something like that, but when pushed anyone was capable of anything. I just had to figure out Mahone's angle.

"But Laney how do you know it was Mahone?" asked Michael.

He didn't ask me because he didn't believe me, he asked me because he really wanted to know how we could prove that Mahone was behind this.

"She was my best friend Michael, I just know."

Michael sighed clearly that wasn't the answer he was looking for. He needed solid proof to take Mahone down. I vowed to Melanie that I wouldn't give up until I brought him down in the most vengeful way possible. Getting over my pity party, I sat up in the seat and ran my fingers through my hair. I felt like the past couple of days had been an outer body experience. I lifted my white shirt slightly and brought my face into the fabric. It still smelled like Melanie's apartment. Shit God dammit. I let out a frustrated high and buried by face in my hands.

"Are we there yet?"

"Nearly," said Michael.

It seemed so weird to be practically in Utah already when not so long ago we were just leaving Chicago. We were just leaving Melanie's apartment. Shit God dammit.

"What do we do when we get there?" I asked just trying to make conversation.

"We go straight to the courthouse."

I raised my eyebrows at him, and he smirked at me through the rearview mirror. Our track record with courthouses wasn't so great and Michael was so eager to get there.

"I doubt that Toole Utah looks the same it did when Westmoreland buried all that money. We need to find the right map."

I nodded my head at Michael, and rested my head back against my seat. I brought my feet up under my chest and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, and just tried to enjoy the rest of the ride the best I could trying to think of Melanie as little as possible.

Shit God dammit.

Nearly there my ass Michael! The ride into Toole Utah took another four hours. I was ready to rip out my hair by the time we pulled into the small town. As soon as I read the town sign I perked up like a giddy child. Suddenly, I got hit with an urge and now I was in desperate need of a bathroom. I bounced up and down in my seat a couple of times.

"Michael I know that you said we needed to find the courthouse as a first priority, but is there any way we could find a bathroom."

They both looked back to me and I tried to give them my sweetest smile in the world. They kept on driving into the center of town. We were stopped at a red light and I took the chance to look around the small town. People were out and about doing their various things, but my gaze stopped on a blonde haired man standing on the corner of the sidewalk. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at him, but the light changed and we quickly sped off. We made brief eye contact and I swore that is was… but it couldn't be him.. could it?

Like most small towns in the country, the courthouse was right in the center. You would have to be blind to miss it. My eyes perked up though when I saw a gas station not too far from the courthouse. Lincoln parked the car and the three of us watched as two policemen made their way into the courthouse. I opened the door and hopped out of the car. I took a few minutes to stretch, and my legs felt a little wobbly. I turned back to face Michael.

"I'm going to walk over to the gas station while you guys are in the courthouse," I explained.

Michael looked down the road at the gas station and fished some money out of his pocket. He handed me the bills while explaining a few things he wanted me to pick up.

"Don't get caught," I teased walking in the opposite direction.

It was a nice day outside, and it felt good to walk in the breezy air. I felt like I was clearing out my head. I quickly crossed the street and opened the door to the gas station. The bell to the door rang and the cashier looked up at me. She was a young girl probably still a senior in high school. She looked at me briefly then dropped her eyes. I kept my eyes on the mint green tiled floors as I pushed my way through the building. The bathroom was in the back and I was in and out in a hurry. I picked up the things that Michael asked me and headed over to the checkout counter. The cashier was looking at me again.

"Do I know you?" she asked curiously.

I stood there staring at her like an idiot. She recognized me that was for sure, but she couldn't place it.

"I don't believe so, I am just passing through town," I lied.

She tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to assess if I was telling the truth. I fished out the money and handed her the exact amount. She slowly took the money.

"I guess you just like have one of those faces," she said shrugging her shoulders.

I smiled at her and wished her a good day before quickly exited the gas station. I made my way across the street and hoped that Michael and Lincoln were able to get the map. I could see them standing outside the car, and Michael was standing with his hands on his hips like he did when he was frustrated. When I looked closer I saw that they were talking to somebody. I saw the blonde hair and I recognized him as the man that I saw earlier at the stop light, but why did Lincoln and Michael want to talk to him? I approached them and Michael looked at me first, then Lincoln, and then the blonde haired man turned his head to look at me. My jaw dropped, my eyes bulged, and I dropped the sack I was holding.

It was Tbag.