It was quiet at headquarters when Mike walked into the surveillance room where there was clearly progress as he looked at a map that had been completely taken over by tiny tacks trailing I-95 before going east through Capital Beltway and stopping just west of Alexandria.
"…is that where they are?" Mike asked another agent, pointing at the last tack on the wall.
The agent shook their head "No, we lost them after that…but we're hoping that the car stopped in Alexandria." The agent said.
Mike nodded "Do you know if they're sending a team to Alexandria just in case?" he asked.
The agent shrugged his shoulders "You'll have to ask Donovan." He said, beginning to type away at his computer.
Mike huffed, walking down the hall towards Donovans' office where he was speaking to someone on the whole as he entered it; Mike knocked gently on the door and while Donovan motioned him in.
Donovan hung up the phone "Yes, Weston?" he asked.
"Where are we on the Emma Hill situation?" Mike asked him.
"Well, we started with the license plate number only to find that the car is stolen, no surprise there, and we put a report out on it, but nobody has seemed to have found the car." Donovan explained.
Mike nodded "Are you going to send a team to Alexandria?"
Donovan shrugged "I'm not sure, I'm having the intel team see if they can possibly find some more surveillance footage, but if they don't, then we'll go in." he explained.
"Alright, good to know, sir." Mike said, about to walk out when Donovan stopped him.
"Also…we won't be brining in Ryan Hardy this time, just in case you were wondering." Donovan remarked.
Mike simply nodded, he wasn't going to argue as he walked back out and towards the intel office to try and help the team hopefully find another surveillance camera that could pin point where Emma Hill and her mysterious driver went off to.
Grace had been acting unusual since the attack a few days earlier, and Sarah took note of it as she tried to get to the bottom of her fear.
"You want a snack?" Sarah asked.
Grace shook her head as she sat on the couch, watching a mindless cartoon; which was really unlike her as Sarah almost always had to force her to watch them.
Sarah nodded slowly, sitting down next to Grace as she faced her body towards her "What's wrong?" Sarah asked.
Grace shook her head "Nothing."
"Grace, look at me," Sarah said, forcing Grace to look at her "What's wrong?" she asked again.
Grace huffed "Are you my real mommy?" she asked.
Sarah stared the young girl down "…what would you ask that?" she asked gently.
Grace reached into the pocket of her cardigan and pulled something out, she handed it to Sarah who immediately unfolded it and stared down at the mug shot.
"Where did you get this?" Sarah asked.
"I found it in one of the files that the FBI had." Grace remarked.
Sarah swallowed hard "Honey, you don't take things that don't belong to you, okay?" she remarked.
Grace nodded "But are you my real mommy?" she asked again.
Sarahs' breathing began to get shallow for a moment "Yes. Yes, I am." She confessed.
They were both silent for a moment, Sarah looked down at the mug shot; she couldn't believe that that was her not just 5 years ago, it was amazing how things changed.
"Do I have to start calling you mommy?" Grace asked, alerting Sarah as she looked up from the picture.
Sarah shook her head "Not if you don't want to."
"I do…I just wanted to make sure." Grace remarked before leaning against Sarah, who put an arm around Grace and hugged her tight.
Mike was still looking over surveillance footage with other agents in the early evening hours; his eyes were beginning to get tired and it seemed like all of this was for nothing but no agent could find another feed of the car Emma Hill was riding in.
He huffed, pulling away from the computer "Alright, that's it, I'm gonna call it…we've lost her." He mumbled.
The other agents watched as Mike got up from his seat and grabbed his jacket "Heading out?" the agent asked.
Mike nodded "Yeah, I'm sure you guys will find something…if not, then I guess we're going to Alexandria." He said before walking out of the room, hearing a few chuckles as he did.
When Mike came home, he could hear the T.V on as he walked into the kitchen finding Sarah at the table drinking a glass of wine.
"Was it that bad?" Mike asked before walking towards Sarah.
Sarah looked up at him "Are you hungry?" she asked him.
"A little." He said, watching Sarah get up, but he put a hand on her shoulder "I'll get it." He said before walking back into the kitchen to get himself a plate of dinner.
Mike sat down next to Sarah, watching her take another sip of wine "So, what happened to render a glass of wine?" he asked.
"She knows." Sarah said quietly, putting her glass down.
Mike looked at Sarah "Who knows what?" Mike asked.
Sarah took a deep breathe, putting her mug shot out from her jacket pocket and placing it out on the table for Mike to see "Grace knows I'm her mother." She said gently.
"Oh…and how did that go?" he asked cautiously, putting his fork down and sliding the mug shot towards him.
Sarah shrugged "I don't know, I think I'm taking it harder than she is." She admitted.
Mike put his hand on top of Sarahs' "…it's out in the open now, and nobody's angry or confused about it." Mike said, trying to comfort Sarah once again.
"I don't know, Mike…I just…I was so afraid to tell her from the get-go, and I wanted to tell her so bad…but then she finds the mug shot and it just feels so weird to me." Sarah told him.
Mike nodded "Do you want me to talk to her?" he asked.
"Could you?" Sarah whispered.
"Of course." He whispered back.
Sarah let a faint smile out as she took a deep breath in and quickly let it out; today had been stressful for not just her, but Mike as well; and she wanted tonight to be as stress-free as possible.