"Watching us?" Sarah asked rhetorically.

Mike nodded "That's what I've been told." He told her.

Sarah sighed "Mike, I don't think it's a good idea for Grace to be here. I mean, I know you said it would be for the best to keep us all together under one roof—but if Joe is out there doing God knows what…it's not safe for her!" Sarah remarked.

"What do you want me to do Sarah? I've got enough to worry about as it is!" Mike retorted.

He saw the look in her eyes as she took a deep breath in and let it out, silently telling him her idea when he quickly shook his head back at her.

"No! You're not taking her to Maine, if you take her to your mothers' house, I will never see my daughter again!" Mike remarked.

Sarah rolled her eyes "You're being dramatic!" she said.

"No, I'm not, Sarah. You don't know what it was like for me having to fight with your mother over custody of my own child again and again!" he said, stopping himself when he realized what he said.

Sarah raised an eye brow "What?" she asked.

Mike sighed "…your mom tried to take Grace. She said that I wasn't a fit enough parent." He told Sarah softly.

"…she did what?" Sarah asked, taking a step closer towards Mike.

Mike shook his head "Your mother doesn't like me, what else is new?"

"She really tried to take Grace away from you?" Sarah asked in a whisper.

Mike nodded "Your sister and your mom conspired together…I mean, I tried to work with them on visits and all that crap, but…they wanted her. And when I wouldn't just hand her over, they tried to take it to court." He told her.

Sarah looked at him for a moment "Why didn't you say anything?" she asked him.

Mike shrugged "You were in prison, what could you do?" he asked.

"I could have talked to them." Sarah muttered.

"It's a moot point now, Sarah, alright? Just don't take Grace to Maine, please, I beg of you!" Mike said.

Sarah nodded "Okay, I won't." she said in response.

She looked over her shoulder and listened to the sound of radios and loud voices down stairs before she looked back at Mike "What are we going to do? I mean, why is Joe here and Emma in Alexandria—was she a distraction or something?" she asked.

Mike shrugged "Sarah, I don't know. But I'm gonna find out." He said, taking her arms in his hands.

Sarah huffed "I wish that was good enough, Mike." She said, looking through him.

He cupped her face with his one hand "Trust me." He muttered to her.

Sarah shook her head "I can't." she whispered before walking away, down the hall and to her bedroom before quietly closing the door behind her.

Mike lingered on the first floor, veering in and out of other agents' ways when he felt a tap on his shoulder; he turned to Rodgers who simply handed him a notebook.

"You might want to look at it." Agent Rodgers muttered before walking away.

Mike looked down at the note book before taking a seat at his couch, or what little space was available on his couch, and began to look through the pages of time logs and diary notes.

He stopped at one page and read it swiftly; reading of how on this particular day in the journal, Grace and Sarah had finished the EifelTower and how Grace was thrilled, on top of Sarah obviously being exhausted from the activity.

The journal went on to talk about what was made for dinner at night, what time Mike got home (if he ever came home), and how he and Sarah were acting towards each other that night.

Mike closed the notebook, it was alarming how detailed it was, down to the underwear Mike and Sarah were wearing; he was trying to figure out what it all meant and why Joe kept a detailed journal of what was going on in the house.

He stood up from his seat and began to pace around again with the notebook in his hands before he finally just put it on the kitchen counter; it was becoming a bit surreal for the young agent as he walked back up to the second floor where in the silence he could hear crying.

Mike quietly walked towards Sarahs' bedroom door and let his ear gently touch the frame when he heard Sarah quietly sobbing in her room.

"Should I go in there?" he asked himself.

"No! That would be awkward…" his subconscious bugged in.

Mike huffed, pulling himself away from the door; he didn't want to leave Sarah there crying while she was stuck in a house where the majority of the people inside judged her on her past.

"I'm going in!" he told himself as he gently knocked on the door before opening it.

"Sarah?" he asked, poking his head in to see Sarah faced away from the door as she laid on her bed.

Her body raised and fell as she continued to look out the window "What, Michael?" she muttered.

"Do you need anything?" he asked her.

"…I need you to go away." She snarled at him, still looking away from him.

Mike walked in completely; though it was 'her room' it was still his house as he closed the door quietly behind him and laid next to her, laying on his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

They were both silent, the awkwardness of the both of them lying in bed became too intense as Sarah finally huffed and rolled over to look at Mike; he could see her as her red eyes and blotchy face showed off her vulnerability.

"What?" she asked him.

Mike shrugged "Nothing, I just feel weird letting you cry in here all by yourself."

"…that's usually how it works…" Sarah muttered.

Mike looked at her "Well, it's my house, so you have to cry with me around." He said.

Sarah took a deep breath, her hand coming down and smacking him in the chest, she sat up and continued to hit him before Mike finally sat up and caught her wrists, pulling her in for a hug.

She cried in his chest as Mike held her close, he didn't say anything as Sarah let everything come out.

"…I don't want anything to happen to her!" she said through her sobs.

Mike nodded "I know."

"I just want this to be over with." Sarah admitted.

Mike stroked her hair "I know."

Sarah took a moment to contain her sobbing "I just wanted to start over, that's all…but apparently, that's never going to happen."

"It will." Mike assured her.

"How?" she asked him.

Mike sighed "When I find them, I'll ring the life out of both of them…" he told her.

Sarah looked up at him "I'd like to see you try." She said, brushing away a tear from her eye.