Some potential triggering moments in this chapter.

"They're not talking," Jack said, slamming his hands on the table. Bobby stood with his arms crossed. They could see one in one room and one in the other. Neither were saying a word.

"I hope Tara was able to get something out of that mess," Bobby sighed. They had collected what they could of the papers that didn't burn. It didn't look like much of anything that was important.

"Peter Malloy," Tara said, coming in just then and startling them. "And Michael Chesley." She slapped down some papers onto the table. Jack and Bobby stared at them.

"Really," Bobby said finally, picking one up. Jack took the other.

"They are both a part of a gang that is wanted by the CIA," Tara went on. "They have teamed up with our guy, Henry Becker, and their specialty is bomb making. I can only assume the other men are either a part of this same gang or they're stragglers."

"Henry had a son," Jack said suddenly, remembering. "Joe, I think."

"Well, if he's like his father, then he's probably one of the group," Tara reasoned. "Okay, so we have Peter and Michael. Two out there are Henry and Joe. That leaves two more unknown."

"And one has Sue," Jack added, rubbing his face. "I hope it's not that great big one."

"Yea he definitely knocked you around pretty good," Bobby noted, eyeing up Jack's recovering bruises.

"So is the CIA gonna get involved?" Jack asked, changing the subject. "Since we have two of their guys?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if somehow they already are involved," Tara said. "But yes, I've already gotten a call. Someone will be dropping by to pick them up."

"Well, I'm not done with them yet," Jack argued. "Someone is gonna tell me where Sue is, and if I have to beat it out of them, I will."

"Easy, mate," Bobby said, patting his shoulder. "Don't stoop to their level."

"Excuse me," Jack said, going out and over to one of the rooms. Bobby and Tara watched as he pressed Mike for more information. The guy twitched when Jack used his real name and indicated the CIA was on their way.

"He must be so worried," Tara said, watching.

"We all are," Bobby agreed. He reached over and squeezed her hand to reassure her. Then he went to visit Pete.

...

"I had an older brother," Emily announced out of the blue. Myles was lying on the bench while she was sitting and leaning against it on the ground. He looked over at her, confused.

"You did? You told me before that you had no siblings."

"Technically I don't since he died, but sometimes it's easier to just pretend I didn't have any to start with."

"What happened?"

"He overdosed," Emily said quietly. She picked at her pant leg.

"I'm sorry."

There was silence for a bit until she spoke again.

"I was the one who found him."

"Oh, Emily..." Myles started. She held up her hand.

"No. No more sympathy. I've heard it enough. Yes, I found him. Yes, I did CPR until my arms almost fell off. Yes, I had therapy for it. No, I don't blame myself. It happened. It was three years ago."

"Still...that's a hard thing to go through."

"It was. It still is. I miss him all the time. I wonder if he was here," she said, touching the ground absently. "I wonder if he sat right here where I'm sitting right now."

"Maybe he did," Myles nodded. He waited for her to say more because he could tell she wanted to talk about it.

"I'm still mad at him for doing it. He knew it was dangerous. I begged him to stop, and he promised he had stopped. He lied to me," Emily trailed off, tears forming in her eyes. "I will never forget the look in his eyes when I found him. Empty...dark. I was only 13 years old. I was naive to think I could bring him back."

"Emily, you didn't know..."

"I pushed and pushed and pushed," she whispered. "Then I pounded with my fist until I heard his ribs crack. He didn't come back to me. The paramedics had to pull me off kicking and screaming."

Myles stayed quiet. He didn't really know what else to say to her. She wiped her eyes eventually and turned to look at him again.

"So that's my sob story," she smiled weakly.

"Thank you for telling me," Myles said seriously. She just nodded. It had taken a weight off her chest. Her parents hadn't really wanted to talk about it after. They preferred to bury it. She wasn't even sure why she had told Myles. She just felt a connection with him and that she could trust him.

Hi, Myles. It...it's me. I'm here. I'm so sorry.

Myles shot up boltright, stunned.

"What is it?" Emily asked. "Did Lucy just profess her love to you?"

"No," he breathed. "That voice. It's...it's my sister's."

"She came," Emily said. "That's great!"

Myles didn't respond, but he did hear a hint of jealousy in her tone. He was surprised that Melanie had come. How had she heard? Where was her husband? Was his parents there too? He wondered what Melanie had told Lucy.

...

Lucy went out into the hall to give Melanie some time alone with Myles. She saw Tara approaching with coffee. It seemed to be their routine.

"You're an angel," Lucy said, holding her hands out eagerly.

"Shift change," Tara responded, handing it to her. "Why are you out here?"

"Myles's sister is in there," Lucy whispered, pointing. Tara peered through the small window in the door.

"I didn't know he had a sister."

"Me either."

"Any update on him?"

"No. I'm tired of waiting. I really just want him to wake up already."

"Me too," Tara sighed.

"Any leads on Sue?"

"We caught two of the guys from Henry's gang. They are wanted by the CIA. I hope things end soon, though."

"How's Jack holding up?"

"Not well. I feel bad for him."

"I hope this kicks his butt into gear when he finds Sue," Lucy said. "No more dancing around it."

"He's nuts if he doesn't realize we all know he's crazy about her."

"She's crazy about him too," Lucy reminded her.

"Yes. I have a pretty good feeling about it," Tara said, trying to remain positive. They sat in the chairs in the hallway and waited for Melanie to finish her visit.

...

Will was having second thoughts about Sue going with him to collect the "package." She had insisted on going, though, and he didn't want her to get discovered or worse. He didn't exactly trust Henry to not come and finish the job himself. Will had made a promise to himself that Sue was not going to get hurt. He wished he had been able to save Myles from his injuries, and he sincerely hoped the guy was okay. Intervening would have compromised his cover, though. He didn't want the CIA coming down on him for failing.

"You're nervous," Sue said.

"You would be too if you had to handle what I'm about to handle," he said. They arrived at a gated parking lot and stopped. Sue looked around, confused.

"Where are we?"

"Well, sometimes when you want to hide something, you hide it in plain sight, like in a police impound lot," Will said, pulling in. He fished out his fake I.D., getting ready to hand it to the man behind the window.

"Yes?" the officer asked, bored.

"Here to pick up," Will said. He rattled off the vehicle. The officer waved him through.

"We're getting a vehicle?" Sue questioned, trying to understand.

"Yes. What we want is inside said vehicle," Will explained. They pulled up to a Ford truck with a tunnel cover over the box. He got out and opened the tailgate, flashing a light inside. Satisfied, he shut it again.

"Okay," he said. "Change of plans. You drive this car to the FBI, okay? I'll drive this to Henry."

"Wait, I'm not going with you?"

"No. I don't want Henry to see you. If he asks, I'll lie and say you were taken care of."

"But...I thought you didn't want the FBI involved."

Will stopped and looked at her.

"Look," he said. "What I'm about to do could get me killed. Once I get Henry with this thing, I've got him. It'll be all over. I don't want you involved or getting hurt. Go back to the FBI. Do not tell them about me, understand? Lie and say you escaped."

"Will..."

"No, Sue. This is where we go our separate ways."

Sue bit her lip. She had a very bad feeling that Will was going to die, and she wanted to prevent it. He was a good guy.

"Okay," she finally said.

"Good," he nodded. He reached in to shake her hand. "It's been a pleasure, Sue Thomas."

"Be safe," she instructed. He chuckled.

"You would be astounded at the situations I've been in and gotten out of," he told her. She tilted her head at him, giving him a look.

"Get out of this one then," she ordered.

"Deal. Now, go," he said, gesturing. He shut the door, and she scooted over to the driver's side. She watched him get into the truck and start it. He waited for her to go first before following. Sue went in the opposite direction and waited for him to turn the corner before swinging the car around to follow. She knew he was in danger, and she knew she had to save him. She spied his cell phone on the seat, forgotten. She grabbed it and carefully started to text while driving, which she knew was bad, but she didn't want to lose Will. He was wrong. He needed help. He just didn't know it yet.

...

Jack was sitting at his desk and pondering over how mute Pete and Mike were when his phone vibrated. Frowning at the unrecognizable number, he clicked open the text message. He leaped to his feet, shouting, after he read it.

"What? What?!" Bobby yelped from his desk. Jack raced to the door without answering. Groaning, Bobby raced after him.

"Jack! Slow down!" he shouted. Jack flung open the door to the stairs, not having time to wait for an elevator. He galloped down them at full speed.

"Jack!" Bobby yelled again, out of breath. When they hit the bottom floor, Jack burst through the door and hurried to his car.

"Will you friggin tell me what just happened?!" Bobby shouted, yanking at Jack's coat. Jack finally turned to face him.

"Sue just texted me where she is. I'm going to get her."

"And you couldn't have said that in the beginning?" Bobby demanded. Jack got into the driver's seat while Bobby hurried around to the passenger seat.

"Call for back up," Jack said to him once they got going. "She said they've got something big."

"All right, all right," Bobby responded, dialing his phone. "Where are we sending them?"

"Tell them to standby. Sue is following the one guy to the meeting place."

"Got it."

Jack's blood was pounding. Sue was okay. She was alive. He was going to see her very soon. He wished she had just come to him instead of following the guy. She had promised to explain later. He screeched around a corner, making Bobby smash against the window and earning a glare in response when he dropped his phone.

"Sorry," Jack said. Bobby fished out his phone and continued giving details to Dimitrius, ignoring him.

I'm coming, Sue, he thought. I'm coming.

I haven't forgotten about this story I promise. My other three are on hold for now while I finish up this one and Mistakes & Heartaches, which shouldn't take too long. Thank you for reading and reviewing!