A/N: Hey again guys! Thanks again for the reviews! They are basically the sole reason I'm posting the story - just writing it for my own entertainment is enough for me. :) Is everyone else as excited as I am for when MiSa finally meet up again on the show:D Anyhoo, without further ado...

Chapter Three

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long

Michael was about to hit redial as he felt the car pull to a stop. Looking out the window cautiously, he noticed a small, dingy motel off to his left.

"We're here," Kellerman announced.

Lincoln cast Michael a skeptical glance as he opened his car door and stepped out onto the pavement. Kellerman instructed them to wait by the car as he headed to the reception to retrieve the key. As soon as Kellerman was out of earshot, Lincoln turned to Michael.

"Can we trust him?" Lincoln questioned him.

"At this point, we don't have any other option." Michael sighed.

"Hey," Lincoln said suddenly, offering Michael a smile. "At least we aren't handcuffed in the back of a police car. We made it out, Michael."

At his words, Michael couldn't help but allow a small smile. The minute they were placed into the transfer vehicle, both of them has immediately thought that was it. They'd believed any hope they had left to cling to was probably false. But now, they were out. Granted, there was still a lot to figure out, but at least there was time to figure it out. He went to reply just as Kellerman returned with the motel keys.

"Follow me," he stated simply, leading them in the direction of one of the run down buildings that housed several single rooms.

Kellerman pulled open the door and ushered them in, gesturing for them to take a seat. Lincoln sunk back into a dirty arm chair while Michael remained standing, leaning his back against the thin wall and watching Kellerman carefully. Something about this man told Michael that he simply could not be trusted.

"So, your plan? Let's hear it." Michael demanded firmly.

"I plan to take down President Reynolds." Kellerman stated simply.

"But why do you want our help?" Lincoln asked suspiciously.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Kellerman replied.

Michael wasn't fully buying this guys motive. But hey, for the moment, at least they could use him for supplies and information. The vibration of the phone in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. He allowed himself to be hopeful, thinking it was Sara, but when he checked the caller ID, it read: Kim.

He threw the phone at Kellerman, who caught it with ease. He flipped open the phone and greeted the person cheerfully.

"Kim!" Kellerman stated.

"Paul, you failed."

"Is that what you think?" Kellerman replied smugly.

"You completely aborted the plan."

"Well Kim, that's the thing about plans. They change." With that, he hung up the phone and threw it back to Michael.

Still glaring suspiciously at Kellerman, Michael announced he was going to try Sara again, and headed into the bedroom.

Sara sat with her back pressed up against the cold tiles of the wall, staring intently at the phone.

"Come on, Michael," She whispered.

She'd been waiting in the rest room for a little over half an hour, which was just enough time for her phone to partially charge. She'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, but she finally allowed herself to break down. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she wiped them away with her bloody sleeve. Suddenly, she heard the door creak open.

"Are you okay in there, miss?" The teen called in nervously.

"Yeah," she sniffed, standing up. She unplugged the charger, throwing it into her bag, and headed out the door, trying to avoid the boys stare. "Thanks for your help," she finished, as she stepped back out into the street. It had grown slightly dark, and now she was left with the frightening option of not knowing where to go, of being completely alone.

Standing in front of the store, Sara looked in both directions up the street. The crowd had thinned considerably, seemingly not many people wanted to be out in this neighborhood when it got dark. Great. Sara thought sarcastically.

Turning left, Sara began to wander aimlessly down the street, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Seeing a small diner up to her left, she entered and found a small booth hidden near the back. After a few minutes a waitress approached her, offering her a smile and cheerful greeting.

"Hey there! What can I get for you?" The woman asked happily.

Sara smiled, "Just a coffee please, white, two sugars."

"Sure thing," the waitress replied enthusiastically, jotting down the order on her pad and returning to her place behind the counter.

Sara sighed and placed the phone on the table in front of her. She absentmindedly began to move the salt shaker in small circles around the table, drumming the fingers from her free hand lightly on the flower-patterned tablecloth.

The return of the waitress with the coffee startled Sara, and she accidentally knocked over the salt shaker, causing its contents to spill out over the table.

"Dammit! Sorry," Sara said sincerely, looking up into the sympathetic eyes of the waitress.

"No problem," the woman smiled softly, putting down the coffee and scooping the salt up into her hand.

"Here," she said placing a plate with a piece of chocolate cake down in front of Sara. "You looked like you could use it," the woman winked.

"Thanks," Sara replied, eyeing the cake hungrily.

The woman simply smiled and once again and turned to serve another customer. Just as Sara was about to bite into the cake, her phone started to sound, it lightly rang and vibrated across the table. She practically dropped the cake, quickly flipping open the phone.

"Michael?" She whispered quickly.

A/N: So with that, I'll leave you in anticipation of the MiSa conversation about to take place. :) More reviews equals a faster update. :D