At the hospital, Sam saw Michael sleeping in a chair in the waiting room. He had stubble on his face and looked uncomfortable. Instead of waking him, he went to Fiona's room.
"Sam! What are you doing here?" Maddie asked.
"I wanted to see how Fiona was and to tell you guys that we caught Anson." Sam said quickly.
"It's about time that snake was caught. So now what? Fiona is free?"
"Not quite Maddie. He has to be questioned, processed and evidence needs to be gathered. Pearce said it could be a few weeks to months before we sort this all out."
Maddie shook her head. "I hope for Michael and Fi's sake it's sooner. I don't know how much more he can take." Getting up from her chair, she touched Fiona's cheek. "Would you mind sitting with her while I get something to eat?"
"Sure. You might want to look at Mike. I think he's looking worse than when I saw him last time."
Sam said as he pulled sat down in the chair Maddie had been occupying.
After a few minutes of watching Fiona's face for any movement or sign to let him know she was still in there, he began to talk to her.
"What the hell did we get did get into Tinkerbell? You know, when you wanted to turn yourself in, I was all for it because I thought it would have stopped Anson from hurting Mikey, but our little plan made everything worse. You being in prison for so long and now laid up in this damn hospital bed hurt Mikey more than Anson ever could."
Sam patted her hand, trying not to cry. "I've tried so hard to carry him through all of this, but I need you. Bet you never thought you'd hear me say those words. You have no idea how much he needs you. The littlest things he depends on you for and you always had a way of calming him and centering him better than I ever could."
Trying hard to swallow the lump in his throat, Sam continued. "This is going to sound crazy, but I'm missing you too. I haven't been picked on in months. Sure Jesse tries to get a jab in, but it's not the same."
"Dammit Fiona wake up! Enough is enough. I'm tired of this. Anson is captured and its just a matter of time before you are free. I need my sister back. So open your eyes and let's work on getting you better." Sam shouted, hoping anger would make Fiona wake up. Realizing he was making a scene, he lowered his voice. "Just get better so we can end this nightmare for Mikey."
Sam didn't hear Michael walk into the room. "Sam, did you just say that they have Anson? Did you get him?"
Sam wiped his face with his hands. "Caught the bastard this morning. Pearce had some guys take him away for interrogation. Jesse stayed behind to help gather evidence, but he wants to come by when he's done."
"I'd like that. Are we sure we got him?" Michael asked.
Sam stood up and flexed his muscles, making Mike smile. "I was the one who slammed him into a wall and then fell down a flight of metal stairs. Jesse was the wuss who got punched in the ear and let him up before the team got to us. Old Man Axe had to pull a football move just to knock the wind out Anson."
Sam saw Michael's eyes drift over to Fiona and the smile fade from his face. "How's Sleeping Beauty? Doctors say when she might wake up?"
"Starting tomorrow they are going to start lessening her meds so she can wake up. They can't take her off the ventilator until she's less medicated. Then they will see if she can breath on her own and what her brain function is like."
MIchael's voice began to break. "I just want her back. I don't care if there is brain damage or if she can't do what she used to do, I just want to look into her eyes again. I want to hold her and hear her voice. I can't do that."
"Mike she's going to be fine. Anson's locked up, so no more bad guys are coming after her. She'll be free in time and then we can all go back to our happy little world fighting the bad guys. Have faith brother."
"What if I'm losing faith Sam? What if I don't get her back? Nothing will be the same." Michael said.
"I'll have to have faith for the both of us." Sam answered. He would have said more, but his phone rang. He stepped out into hallway so he wouldn't bother Michael. "Mikey, when your Mom gets back, we have to go to CIA headquarters."
Michael cut him off. "Sam, I'm not leaving Fi. I'm not going near the CIA especially since they were the ones who took me off this job."
"What if I told you Anson wants to talk to you and only you. I'll stay with Fiona to make sure no one hurts her. Don't just don't let him into your head. Be that hard nosed kid I met all those years ago when you met a certain handsome Navy Seal who had his own playbook."
Michael nodded in agreement. "Mom's in the cafeteria. Give me a minute with Fi." Once Sam left, Michael sat down next to Fiona and took her hand. "Sam got him Fi. He did what I couldn't do, brought down Anson Fullerton. I know you wouldn't want me to talk to Anson, but I have talk to the Devil one last time. If I don't, I'm afraid they won't get him to talk and give enough information to free you. You rest. Sam and Mom will be here with you. I swear I'll come back when I'm done. Just don't go anywhere without me."
Michael kissed Fiona's head and left, hoping that Anson could clear Fiona's name and not just make things worse.