Mike and his agent counterpart walked out of another bar, the owners hadn't seen anybody who looked like Emma Hill come in last night.
"…this is slowly becoming a waste of time." Mike remarked.
The agent shook his head "No. It'll be a waste of day when we go into the pizza parlor and not get a slice of Cheese pizza." He said.
Mike shook his head in disgust "Ew—no…" he said, looking over at his partner "…Pepperoni." He finished.
His partner huffed "Lets just agree to disagree and get pizza once we get down there." He remarked.
"Deal." Mike said, opening the door to the next business.
The two agents were silent as they walked up to the bar, being told that the bar was 'closed for the night' for the tenth time that day.
"That's okay, I'm not in the mood for a beer anyway." Mike retorted, the two agents showing off their badges to alert the owners' attention.
The owner forced a smile "What can I help you with gentlemen?"
Agent Rodgers placed EmmaHills' picture on the bar table "Have you seen this woman? Did she come into the bar tonight?" he asked.
The owner gave the picture a long hard look before gently nodding "Yeah…yeah, she came in with some guy last night."
"Guy? What guy?" Mike asked.
The owner shrugged "A guy…he was wearing a hoodie, kept his face hidden, but he had a shot of Whiskey and she had a beer. Pretty basic." He remarked.
Agent Rodgers pulled the picture back and put it in his pocket "Anything unusual about the two of them?" he asked.
The owner shook his head "No. They just talked. They sat at the bar, and just talked to each other…" he said.
Mike nodded "Do you have any type of security camera that points at the bar?" he asked.
The owner nodded "Yeah, sure, let me get it for you real quick." He said, walking into the back.
Mike and Rodgers turned to each other "…still not as worth it as the slice of pizza." Mike muttered, Agent Rodgers letting a chuckle out.
She had called the FBI on top of Ryan Hardy; one to handle the letter and the other to keep her and Grace safe.
The FBI agent wrote up a report as Sarah stood silently in front of him, leaning against the wall as she crossed her arms; the agent looked up at Sarah, skeptical of her and she could tell.
"I'll get this over to headquarters immediately." The agent told her softly.
Sarah gently took his arm and let a soft smile out "You know, I think it would be in the best of Agent Westons' interest if he never heard about this." She whispered to him.
The agent stared at Sarah and all of her 5'2 glory, Sarah huffed "Look, this case has been extremely stressful for him; it was bad enough when Emma Hill showed up at our house, but…if he found out that Joe Carroll left a note, he would flip…" she remarked.
"Ms. Greene, I understand completely." He said.
Sarah let a deep breathe escape her lips "Thank you so much." She told the agent.
The agent left and Sarah closed and locked the door behind her, walking back into the living room where Ryan was waiting for her to say something.
Sarah cleared her throat "Well, it's pretty late." She said.
Ryan nodded "Go to bed, I'll sleep down here if you need anything." He said, watching Sarah closely as she nodded to him.
"Well, goodnight." She said before climbing up the stairs, hoping she would be able to fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
Sarah climbed into bed after putting her pajamas on, trying to relax as she turned to her clock that read 2:05 a.m
She huffed as she looked up at the ceiling "Fuck." She muttered, knowing that she wasn't going to get much sleep.
The whole ordeal was stressing Sarah out, she wasn't sure what to do or what to say to anyone; she wished her and Mike had better communication skills with each other but she knew that would never happen.
"Mike…" she thought to herself.
Sarah thought of better days, of years ago before prison and before Grace; she let a smile escape as she thought of Mike and his shirt off, with his scruff as he turned back to her on the bed.
She bit her lip, trying to shake the thought away; thinking about Mike like that wouldn't help anything, she knew nothing was going to happen between them.
"He's probably got a girlfriend…or an interest of some sort." Sarah thought to herself; but she couldn't stop as she picture his lips on hers with his shirt off, his hairy chest exposed for her viewing pleasure.
Sarah shook her head "Stop it." She muttered to herself, turning on her side and closing her eyes.
Her imagination soared no matter how many times she tried she couldn't shake her sexual fantasies; granted they helped her survive prison, but they weren't much use to her out in the real world especially when the object of her fantasies was only three doors down.
"He's not here…so c'mon! Live a little" she thought to herself.
Sarah shook her head, pushing the thoughts away even further as she tried to focus on something else; Joe.
Her eyes shot open, that thought opened a whole other can of worms as she grabbed her pillow and tried to smother the thought away; Sarah knew that this was going to be a long night with her thoughts.
"…I hope Joe kills me in my sleep." She thought to herself as she pulled the pillow off her head and rested her head against it once again.
Sarah huffed, closing her eyes tight and trying to silence her mind completely or trying to remind herself how tired she was; she took a deep breathe and remembered, she remember that it was two in the morning and that in 6 hours a 4-year old was going to bombard her with requests for breakfast.