Jack sat listlessly in his car, Bobby beside him. They had no leads. None that were credible anyway. Jack couldn't touch his coffee or the breakfast Bobby had got for him.

"You have to keep up your strength, mate," Bobby said, seeing it go untouched. "You can't do this on an empty stomach."

"It just feels wrong to eat when she's out there missing," Jack said, not looking at his friend.

"Our Sue would want you to eat and stay strong," Bobby urged.

"Maybe lunch," Jack said after a moment. Bobby didn't push it. He looked at his bagel, suddenly feeling no appetite either. He wrapped it up and put it back in the bag.

"Any word on Myles?" Jack asked.

"He's in a coma still. That's all I've heard. The girls are taking shifts with him while helping us."

"How could it have gone so wrong?" Jack wondered. "They said they had it in the bag."

"Obviously we're dealing with smarter perps than we realized," Bobby responded.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Jack said sadly. He bit the skin around his fingernails anxiously. If Sue were there, she'd slap his hand away and give some lecture about bad habits. He'd give anything to hear it right now.

...

"This way, look sharp," Will said, leading Sue from the car to the motel room. He carefully checked to make sure no one was watching. It had been decided that he would hole up here with her before meeting up with the others. They needed to lay low for a bit before carrying on. The heat from Sue's kidnap would eventually die down, or so Will hoped. There was work that needed to be done.

"Is this really necessary?" Sue asked, gesturing at the handcuff on the headboard.

"At least you're somewhere comfortable," Will snorted. "I could cuff you to a wooden chair."

"You're right, but I don't think it's needed at all. I won't run off."

"You really must think I'm a dunce," Will said, astonished.

"No. I just thought you'd trust me."

"Pfft. Sure. I'll get right on that right after I ask Henry to come over and do our nails together," Will replied, bending down and unloading his computer equipment. He had to finish the plan or else he was dead meat.

...

Lucy had her head resting in her hands as she sat beside Myles's hospital bed. The only reassuring thing that proved he was alive was his chest going up and down, but then again, that was the ventilator doing that for him. Lucy tried really hard not to feel hopeless. She looked over at Levi, who was curled up on the floor looking desolate.

"She'll be okay," Lucy tried to reassure him. The dog didn't even lift his head in response. He barely thumped his tail on the floor. Lucy looked back at Myles. She wondered if he could hear her.

"Hey, Myles," she said, deciding it was worth a try. "We're all rooting for you. Please wake up." She reached over and took his hand in hers. The man could be so infuriating and pompous at times, but he did have a good heart when he wanted to show it. Lucy wondered if his family would come. They had been informed, but no one said if they were going to make the trip to D.C. to see him. Lucy wasn't even really sure about his family life. He hadn't talked about it much.

...

"So your mother is a surgeon?" Emily repeated. Myles nodded.

"The best. She's saved a lot of lives."

"And your dad?"

"A cop in a local town. I guess that's where I got the idea for law enforcement," Myles sighed. "A lot of good that did me."

"Why? Cos you're here? It sounds like you saved a lot of lives before this happened. That's heroic. I haven't even saved one person in my entire sixteen years," Emily said wistfully.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Myles told her. They were sitting side by side on the bench. A warm breeze was ruffling their hair.

"Any siblings?" Emily asked.

"A sister. We're not very close, though."

"Why not?"

"To be honest, I'm not really sure," Myles admitted.

"I don't have any siblings. I don't really have anyone," Emily told him. "It was just me and my parents."

Hey, Myles. We're all rooting for you. Please wake up.

"Whoa," Myles said, standing up and looking around. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Emily asked, puzzled.

"That voice? They said they were rooting for me and asked me to wake up," Myles said, looking at her now. Emily held up her hands in a shrug.

"I didn't hear it."

"So we share a space, but you can't hear the people on the outside talking to me," Myles mused, sitting back down.

"I guess not. I've never had a voice talk to me yet," she said ruefully.

"No one?" Myles asked, confused.

"No. I guess that really does prove my parents are dead. It's just me now," she said sadly. She looked at her hands, her fingers intertwined and pressed hard together. She didn't want to cry in front of him.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because. If they were alive, they'd be talking to me, right? Encouraging me to wake up? I got nothin'," she said, sniffing hard. Myles felt really bad then, and he knew she was probably right.

"Maybe they're..."

"Don't," Emily interrupted, holding up her hand. "I'm a big girl. I can handle death."

"Well...if you feel like talking..."

"You're the only one here, Myles. If I need to talk, you're the only person I can talk to," she sighed. They stared into nothingness for a while, wondering just how long they'd be trapped here together.

...

"Anything?" D asked Tara, who shook her head.

"No. I got another fake call about a woman looking like Sue and a man buying twinkies at a gas bar, but that was it," Tara sighed. She set down her headset, looking at D.

"They can't hide forever. We have everyone combing this city. They will turn up," he said fiercely.

"I'm sure they will, but will it be too late?"

"I can't even go there, Tara. Not right now."

"It's a possibility, Dimitrius," Tara said solemnly. He met her eyes.

"Don't remind me," he responded, turning away and going to sit at his desk to search his computer for more clues from Myles and Sue's case.

...

Henry fiddled with his lighter as Joe finished his call with Will.

"He's ready."

"Good. We have a target?"

"Of course."

"Then it's showtime," Henry said, smiling.

"And the girl?"

"I trust Will will take care of that when the time comes."

"She dies then?"

"What do you think, Joe?"

"Yea, you're right. Sorry."

"It's all right. You're still new at this."

"If only Ma could see you now, " Joe said sarcastically.

"Your mother would be happy to see us having father and son time," Henry scoffed. He lit his cigarette finally. They were in a different motel about twenty minutes away from Will's. Pete, Bruno, and Mike were in a trailer somewhere. They were on standby. Henry couldn't wait for everything to work out. The FBI would soon see they were a more serious threat than ever. It was exactly what he wanted.