Mohinder took another sip from his mug, taking care not to burn his tongue again. The warm tea slid down his throat and he sighed in contentment. It was nice being home again. After Hiro had brought him back to India, he promised Mira, and himself, that he would give up on the strange. No more digging into his father's research, no more saving the world, he'd leave that up to his friends back in America. Mohinder was happy living a normal life.

Mohinder walked to his office, settling down at his desk to grade the last of his student's essays. He had gotten through several before he was interrupted by Molly screaming from the other room. He was unsure if it was the insistent scream of a teenage girl or that of danger, but he decided on the ladder just to be on the safe side. He left his work and quickly went to find Molly. She was at the open front door, hugging a smiling Matt Parkman. Next to him was Peter Petrelli.

"Look Mo, Matt and Peter are here," Molly said excitedly.

"I see that," Mohinder joined the trio by the door. "Matt. Peter." He shook their hands and invited them inside. Mohinder lead them to the sitting room. Molly chose to sit by Matt, pressing into his side, staring up at her favorite hero with pure joy. Mohinder sat himself opposite them. "What an unexpected surprise," Mohinder exclaimed.

"A good one I hope," Peter replied along with his famous crooked grin.

Molly answered for the both of them, "Of course it is. Matt I'm so glad you're here."

Matt smiled down at the girl. "So am I Molly." Matt gave a half smile. Mohinder thought that he looked rather anxious. He didn't dwell on it for long, his curiosity over the cause of their visit winning out.

"What exactly brings you both here? It couldn't be to make a simple house call." Mohinder noticed as the two instantly looked towards the other. Matt nodded at Peter.

"Well," Peter replied. "We came to ask for Molly's help."

'Great' Mohinder thought. 'They're dragging me back in' although, technically, they were asking for Molly's assistance not his own. There didn't seem to be much of a difference. They were still coming to his home, in to his normal life, and bringing with them, their chaos. Mohinder would let them explain before he immediately denied his friends.

"Anything you want," Molly answered Peter. Mohinder grimaced at Molly's impatience. He now felt more obligated to comply with their wishes.

Matt was the first to talk after Molly's joyful acceptance. "We need you to find Claire." He said this rather solemnly.

"Claire?" Mohinder managed to demand before Molly interrupted with her own outcry.

"What happened to Claire? Is she okay? Was she taken? Does it have anything to do with a secret government agency on the hunt for people with abilities? Is it because she jumped off the Ferris wheel?" Molly never seemed to take a breath. The three men looked towards the young girl in awe. She smiled shyly in embarrassment, before returning her attention back to Matt.

"Um, well, she was taken a few weeks ago, we're not sure if she's 'okay' per say, no it doesn't have anything to do with a secret government agency, and no to the Ferris Wheel." Matt replied.

Mohinder processed the information that he was just given. Claire Bennet, the eternal victim, was kidnapped. Mohinder thought of one suspect that immediately came to mind. "So was it Sylar then? That man has had some sick, twisted obsession with that girl for years." Mohinder noticed as Peter's focus turned instantly to Parkman. Mohinder curiously glanced over at Matt as well. His expression and demeanor wasn't all that different, apart from his tighten jaw. However, it was clear that his statement had affected the man.

"No, it was not Sylar," Peter commented. "It was Noah."

Mohinder was taken back. They must have had their facts wrong. Noah was Claire's father. What motive could he possibly have for doing that to his own child? Noah's previous actions, his endless mission to protect his "Claire-Bear" at all costs, did not match the picture Matt and Peter were trying to paint. "Noah? Are you sure it wasn't Sylar?" He said skeptically.

"YES WE'RE SURE IT WAS NOAH," Matt hissed angrily. "Sorry, I mean we know that it was Noah. We have sufficient evidence to support our accusation."

"Matt what's wrong?" You're not acting like yourself?" Molly asked innocently.

"That's ridiculous Molly. I am just fine," Matt countered.

"Molly's right," Mohinder added. "You are acting different. Why are you being so defensive about Sylar?"

"This is not working Peter. They can see right through me," Matt said.

Peter seemed to consider his words before he responded, "If you do this they might not help us."

"We'll get what we came for, but in the mean time, I can't stand being in his skin any longer, memories from last time are still festering." Peter nodded in agreement. Mohinder watched in horror as his friend transformed into Sylar. Molly shrieked in terror, retreating to the other end of the sofa. Mohinder quickly stood and ran to her, using his body to block her from Sylar's view.

"You won't touch her," he spat at his father's murderer.

"What do think I'm going to do, eat her brain?" At that Sylar stopped his sarcastic grin in its tracks. He looked away from the scared pair and withdrew into his own head. Mohinder was confused. Cautiously he pushed Molly and himself away from Sylar, retreating from the room slowly. Their escape was cut short as their bodies froze in place.

"You aren't going anywhere," Sylar said as he continued to look at the floor, his arm outstretched, keeping them in place.

"Please, just leave us alone," Mohinder begged.

"I can't do that Mohinder," he replied emotionlessly.

"Peter, how can you let him do this to us? Are you going to just stand there while he kills us?"

Before Peter could defend his actions, Sylar cut in. "I'm not going to kill you. All I want is your help."

"And am I supposed to believe that? You're a cold-hearted bastard. What makes you think I will ever believe you want to save Claire?"

Sylar finally raised his head to face Mohinder. His eyes were filled with tears. Already they were beginning to spill over on to his cheeks. "Because I love her," After his revelation, he covered his hands over his face, hiding his weakness from them all. Mohinder could hear the sobs coming from him. He wasn't sure how to feel. He didn't want to trust what he was saying, but he seemed so sincere. However, Sylar could be playing him; he was a master at deception. Mohinder could feel Molly peeking around his back, trying to get a better look at her boogieman. She began to walk towards him.

"Molly, no," Mohinder whispered.

"It's okay Mo. I know what I'm doing." Mohinder would have felt proud at the woman she was becoming if it was not for the fact she was asking to confront a serial killer. It took great effort to let her approach the man.

Molly crouched before Sylar and hesitantly pulled his hands away from his face. Sylar looked back at Molly, perplexed at her actions. "I believe you Sylar."

"It's Gabriel."

"Ok, I believe you Gabriel. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you, but I'll do it for Claire. Does she love you too?"

"She married me," Sylar smiled back at the girl.

Mohinder snorted. "Shush Mo. Go find me a map."

'How had he become the bad guy' Mohinder thought as he stalked off to find her a map. He couldn't believe that he was helping Sylar of all people and what was it about him wanting to be called Gabriel. Mohinder refused to consider that he had changed his murderous ways. Perhaps he was only manipulating them until he got what he came for and then he would begin cutting into their skulls. It probably wasn't the best time to have such negative thoughts. Finding a map, he quickly returned to the others and handed it to Molly along with a tack. He remained close to her, keeping his eyes constantly on Sylar.

Molly closed her eyes in concentration. Within seconds her hand dropped down on the map. Mohinder could only make out that it was somewhere in the Caribbean. "She's here," Molly announced excitedly. Peter and Sylar moved in closer to get a better view of the map.

"Noah took her to Barbados?" Peter asked to no one in particular.

"Looks like it," Molly answered regardless.

It was Mohinder's turn to comment. "Now that you've got your answer, can you get the hell out of my house?" Mohinder kept his gaze as Sylar stood and faced him.

"Yeah sure," Sylar dropped Mohinder's gaze and turned to look at Molly. "Thank you for helping me find Claire." After that was said he began moving towards the door. Peter gave Mohinder an apologetic glance and followed after him.

"Good luck," Molly yelled as she watched them exit the house. Mohinder let out an uneasy breath and grabbed Molly for a bone crunching hug. "Mo, you're suffocating me."

"I love you Molly."

"I love you too Mo, always." She returned his hug. When Mohinder finally let her escape, she ran to the window, hoping to catch a last look at the two men. "I hope they find Claire," Molly sighed.

Mohinder stood there silently watching Molly.