Mike was watching the surveillance footage again for the 30th time that day, trying to figure out exactly how Emma Hill got out of her cell.
The door to the security room opened but Mike didn't turn to see who had entered before the superior agent behind him cleared his throat; Mike stopped the footage and turned to Donovan "Yes, sir?" he asked.
"Headquarters just got a call from Woodbridge Police…" Donovan trailed into.
Mikes' fingers dug into the chair he was sitting in "And?" he asked.
"Emma Hill broke into your house, there was a scuffle between her and Ms. Greene…" Donovan remarked.
Mike stood from his chair, adrenaline running through his body when Donovan raised his hand "She and Grace are alright…but…still…I didn't realize you and Sarah got back together." He said.
"We're not. She's just watching Grace while I'm gone." Mike explained.
Donovan nodded "Okay, well, we're shipping out right now, heading down to Virginia." He said before walking out of the security room.
Mikes' heart was racing as stood in place, the thought of Grace being in danger—hell, being in the presence of Emma Hill scared the crap out of him, and he couldn't wait to get home.
The house was swarmed with FBI at the early morning hours as Mike walked into his house, his suitcase in toe.
Mike tapped the shoulder of one of the agents "Where is Sarah?" he asked.
"Ms. Greene went to bed, as did Grace." The agent remarked.
Mike nodded, making his way to the second floor where all the lights were off but one agent was sitting on a chair, guarding the door.
He put his suitcase by his bedroom door and walked down the hall to the closed bedroom door, he nodded at the agent before he quietly opened the door and peeked inside to see both Sarah and Grace sleeping soundly.
Mike walked in and tucked the both of them in tighter in the bed before he slowly backed away from them and out of the bedroom; Mike walked back into his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
He fell into his bed, kicking his boots off, before getting under the covers of his bed and enjoying the comfort of being home before he had to start all over again in a few hours.
Mike awoke in the morning to the sun shining in his face and the sound of agents speaking to each other on the second floor.
He pushed himself out of bed and looked himself over in the mirror, still in the clothes from the night before with his bed hair.
Mike brushed his teeth and hair before walking out of his bedroom and down stairs where agents were still hanging around his house; meanwhile, Sarah was in the kitchen with Grace, talking with Agent Donovan.
He watched as Sarah offer Donovan a cup of coffee; the both of them continuing to talk as Sarah occasionally look over at Grace who was eating a bowl of cereal at the breakfast table.
Mike huffed as he walked into the kitchen, gaining the attention of not just Sarah and Agent Donovan, but Grace as well as she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards Mike.
"DADDY!" Grace screamed out, catching Mikes' attention as he caught her in his arms.
Mike held her tight "Hi, Gracie." He said, holding her close "How are you?" he asked.
Grace smiled "I'm good." She told him.
Mike smiled as he looked at Donovan and Sarah who were watching him closely with Grace; Sarah let a smile out "Hi…I didn't know you were home." She said, taking a few steps forward.
"Yeah, I came in really early this, I didn't want to wake you two up." He said, looking at Grace and giving her a kiss on the check before putting her down.
Agent Donovan put his cup of coffee down and walked towards Mike "We've searched every inch of this town, and we can't seem to find Ms. Hill, but we're not going to give up."
"I didn't think you would." Mike remarked.
Agent Donovan nodded "I'm slowly getting agents out of here, there's not more we can do…we offered to leave an agent, but Ms. Greene refused." He said, gently turning to Sarah who crossed her arms at him.
Mike nodded "No, I think Sarah's got a point, I mean, I'm here now…" he trailed off gently.
Agent Donovan nodded "Okay, but call if anything comes up." He said before turning to Sarah to thank her for the coffee and left the house.
Mike walked up to Sarah "Are you okay?" he asked her.
Sarah nodded "Yes."
Mike pushed the hair away from her face that was hiding the bruise on her cheek bone; he huffed as he looked at her and let the hair fall back in her face "Son of a bitch." He muttered.
"Don't worry, I sliced her good with the knife so…she's got her injuries too." Sarah remarked.
Mike sighed "And Grace…?" he muttered.
Sarah nodded "She was a little scared, but now that you're here I'm sure she'll be fine." She said gently.
"And you're sure that you're okay?" Mike asked her again.
Sarah smiled "Michael, I'm fine! Granted, yes, I'm a little sore—but I've had worse beatings in prison." She said gently.
Mike let a gentle smile escape his lips, looking around to realize that Grace was no longer in the kitchen or at the table when he excused himself and looked around the house where he saw her in the hallway going through files.
"What are you doing?" Mike asked, catching Grace off guard.
Grace jumped as she looked at her father "Nothing."
Mike grimaced "You shouldn't be going through all of those!" he said, picking her up and walking her back into the kitchen with Sarah.
Sarah smiled at Grace "Hey, you!" she remarked.
Mike frowned "Caught her snooping through the FBI files that they brought with them." He said.
"Grace." She nearly hissed.
Sarah crossed her arms "Hey, why don't you go show your dad what we did in the living room?" she said, trying to be optimistic.
Grace smiled brightly "Yeah! Daddy come see what Saran and I did!" she said, forcing her way out of his arms and dragging him into the living room.
Sarah listened as Mike faked enthusiasm as Grace showed him the finished tower and the surrounding town that she and Sarah had put back together earlier that morning.
She took a deep breath as she poured herself another cup of coffee, she was glad that Mike was back, but in the back of her mind she could only guess what was on the horizon.