Mike walked Grace into her bedroom and playfully picked her up and threw her on her bed; they both laughed out loud as Mike helped Grace under the covers, tucking her in tight and sitting next to her.

"Hey, can we talk for a minute?" Mike asked, tucking Madeline under Graces' arm.

Grace nodded, Mike smiled as he looked down at his daughter "I heard that you and Sarah had an interesting talk today…" he trailed in.

"Yeah, Sarah is my real mommy." Grace told Mike.

Mike nodded softly "Yeah, yeah she is." He said.

Grace sat up in her bed, trying to meet Mike at eye level "…is she going to live with us forever?" she asked him.

Mike shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, sweetie…"

"Why not?" Grace retorted.

Mike scrambled for words "Well, because, your mom and I…we're not together."

"What do you mean?" Grace asked.

"Your mom and I aren't together. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend…or married…or anything like that." Mike told her.

Grace tilted her head "But you love her, don't you?" she asked him.

"Of course I love her…but it's complicated, sweet pea." Mike told her.

Grace huffed "I don't understand." She told him.

"…you're a bit young to understand, but when you're older, you will understand." Mike told her.

Grace was quiet, sitting up in bed as she avoided Mikes' glare "…do you have any other questions?" he asked her.

Mike looked at her as she nodded "Okay, shoot." He told her.

"…how did you and mommy meet?" Grace asked.

Mike chuckled "Maybe we should wait for that story." He said, standing up from Graces' bed as Grace laid back down in hers.

"Goodnight, Grace." He told her.

"Goodnight, daddy." Grace said as Mike leaned down to kiss her forehead before turning off the light and heading back downstairs.

Mike walked into the living room, about to sit on the couch when Sarah handed him his cell phone and smirked "Donovan called…one of the agents located Emma Hill in Alexandria, guess where you're going?" she asked rhetorically.

"Oh, c'mon!" Mike said, grabbing his cell phone and putting it in his back pocket.

Sarah stood up from the couch "Shall I get a pot of coffee ready for you?" she asked, already walking into the kitchen.

Mike grabbed her arm "No, no." he said as he pulled her out of the kitchen "I'll be fine." He told her.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked him.

Mike nodded "Yeah, I'm sure." He said, looking into her Doe-shaped brown eyes before he let go of her arm "I should get going now." He said before he rushed down the hall to collect his things.

Sarah slowly followed behind him "Okay, well, I guess I'll just be here…with Grace." She said, crossing her arms as she watched him attach his gun and badge to his hip.

"I don't know how long I'm going to be there…" he admitted, grabbing his leather jacket and putting it on.

Sarah nodded "Okay, good to know. Do you know if Ryan is going to pick up Grace tomorrow afternoon?" she asked him.

"I don't see why not." Mike said.

"Okay." Sarah said before turning away and headed back towards the living room when she felt Mikes' hand grabbing her arm again.

Sarah turned to him, a gentle look on her face as she waited for a random request of probably coffee or a snack for the road; but he didn't say anything as he pulled her in for a hug.

"Uhh…" Sarah said, as Mike hugged her.

Mike pulled away from the hug "Grace is fine." He comforted her.

Sarah nodded "Okay." She said.

Mike nodded back at her before he opened the door and left the house "I'll see you later." He told her.

Sarah nodded "See you later."

"Tell Grace I love her." He said before closing the door.

"I will." Sarah muttered to the closed door, she took a deep breathe before walking back into the living room.

It wasn't a long drive to Alexandria as the town quickly became riddled with FBI agents; Mike walked around the local police department to meet up with Donovan who was coaching the agents surrounding him.

The plan was same as always: spread out and check every house.

Mike watched the footage that the agent found earlier today, he watched as Emma walked down a street with a hooded stranger, clearly a man but his face was hidden by the dark.

He huffed, rubbing his eyes as he used every sort of FBI technology to try and identify the man walking with Emma but it was no use.

"Do we know what was on the street Emma and her friend were walking down?" Mike asked, turning to another agent.

The agent nodded "Just a couple of bars and a pizza joint, nothing too fancy…unless Emma Hill likes pizza." He said.

Mike smirked "…I guess." He said.

"We haven't checked the street yet though, I'm sure Donovan will send a few guys down there to interview everybody." The agent continued.

Mike smirked "Dibs on the bars." He muttered, both agents chuckling before Mike exited the room to run directly into Donovan.

"Sir," Mike said, backing away from Donovan who he also crashed into in the hall.

"Weston, did you watch the footage?" he asked.

Mike nodded "Yes, sir." He said.

Donovan nodded in response "Okay, I'm going to send you and Rodgers down Rocklyn Boulevard and interview every business on that street." He said.

Mike didn't argue, turning to his left to collect his fellow agent and go straight to the street where he was hopeful he could find something that could help the FBI track down Emma Hill.

Sarah was reading silently in the living room when there came a knock at the door.

The young woman cocked an eye brow as she looked over at the clock; it was pushing midnight "Who the hell…" she trailed off as she gently got off the couch and walked over to the door.

"Hello?" she said against the door, her fingers on the lock as she waited for a response, but there was none.

Sarah looked through the peep hole and the side windows but nobody was there as she slowly opened the door to find an envelope taped to the door.

She hummed, peeling the envelope off the door and quickly shutting it.

Sarah looked down at the envelope that had her name written on it; she took a deep breath in as she turned it over and gently opened it.

As she unfolded the letter, she began to get a strong feeling of dread as she unfolded the one sheet of paper.

"Can't wait to see you. See you soon. – Joe." The letter read.

Sarah gasped as she dropped the letter, who would she call and who would answer said call at a time like this?

Mike? The FBI? Ryan?...Ryan…no, not Ryan, he doesn't have any connections to the FBI anymore—plus he tends to get obsessive when it comes to Joe.

Sarah sighed, rushing over to the couch to grab her cell phone, arguing over who she should call.