"We are going to have so much fun!" Ryan said to Grace, taking her hand as he looked down at her for a moment before looking up at Mike who looked worse for wear.
Mike sighed "Thanks again, man." He said.
Ryan patted Mikes' shoulder "No worries. She's always welcome to stay with me…" he assured him.
Mike nodded "I got an agent at the house, collecting her stuff so she shouldn't have to wait too long for her clothes…"
Ryan nodded, looking down at Grace one again who was now examining her Madeline doll who had taken quite the 'beating' from the car accident earlier that day; she looked up at Ryan and pouted.
"We'll fix her. No big deal." Ryan assured, taking Madeline from Grace and looking over the doll which was cut up very badly—if Ryan was honest with himself he knew that he couldn't fix it.
Ryan turned to Mike and leaned in a little "Do you remember where you got this doll?" he whispered.
Mike nodded "There's this small toy store in Richmond, she likes to go there sometimes…but I'm certain you'll have to find another one like this one online." Mike admitted.
Ryan nodded, looking the doll over one more time before looking down at Grace who was giving him a doubtful look, he smiled at her "We'll fix her." He assured her, handing her back the doll.
Mike cleared his throat "I'll have an agent with you at all times just in case." He said.
"Okay."
"…and I'll check in every few hours a day…is that a bit excessive?" he asked, a tiny bit of concerned father breaking through.
Ryan smiled "It is…but with everything going on, I'll allow it." He said.
Mike nodded "Okay. I don't know when Sarah will be getting out, but I think Donovan is going to separate the both of them when she does…just to make it safer."
"Okay. Will do. I have her doctors numbers, I know all her food allergies, and her favorite bo—oh, wait…I don't have that book." He said, looking down at Grace before looking back up at Mike "…we'll stop by a bookstore on the way home." He said, nodding to himself.
Mike smirked as he kneeled down to Graces' level, Grace let go of Ryans' hand and held onto her fathers'.
"You're gonna stay with Uncle Ryan for awhile." He told her.
Grace sighed "Daddy, I want to go home."
"I know you do pumpkin, but it's not safe." Mike told Grace.
Grace looked down at Madeline, then back up at Mike "I don't think Uncle Ryan can fix her." She admitted.
Mike chuckled "Well, he's going to try." He said.
Grace looked at her father before giving him a big hug, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did; Mike began to tear up, all of this stuff going on with Joe Carroll and knowing that his daughter was in the middle of it tugged at his heart strings.
"I love you so very much, Grace." Mike muttered, giving her a tight squeeze before letting her go.
Grace smiled "I love you too daddy." She said, holding the deformed doll tightly.
"Alright, Ms. Grace—we got to get going…it's a long drive back to New York." Ryan said, taking her hand.
Mike stood back up and faced his friend "Thank you, again…really."
Ryan smiled "Everything is going to be fine." He assured Mike before the two of them walked away, leaving Mike alone.
"They definitely didn't hack their way into the network—otherwise we would have seen an abnormality." An agent informed Agent Donovan.
Agent Donovan huffed "Okay, so then what? Did they just follow FBI vehicles until they finally got one that led them to the hide-out?" he asked almost rhetorically.
The Intel team looked at each other in confusion, silently asking each other if Agent Donovan was honestly looking for answer or not when Mike walked into the room, his hands in his pockets as he looked at all the laptops to see what was going on.
"So nothing?" Mike asked.
"Donovan has a theory…" an agent remarked, beginning to type away on their computer.
Mike looked over at Donovan "And…?" he asked.
Agent Donovan cleared his throat "…maybe they spent two weeks trying to find a protective custody vehicle to lead them to the hide-out." He suggested.
"If it's just Joe, then maybe that's what he did…I mean, he went radio silent for two weeks." Mike said, building up the theory. "…or maybe…he followed me?" Mike suggested.
Agent Donovan crossed his arms at Mike "You really think he'd just watch you to see if you would go to the hide out?" he asked.
"Think about it. Grace it 4…she's bound to have an accident or a fit or something along those lines; and me, being the strong parental figure I am…runs to her rescue. Joe probably knew this and just waited as long as he needed for me to get a call saying that I was needed." Mike suggested.
Agent Donovan stared the young agent down "That's a theory too." He said before turning back to the agents.
Mike sighed, he knew it was a long shot but it was better than nothing as Mike pulled up to a computer and began typing away, looking at an areal view of the hide-out to see if he could find anything.
He began to look through his travel to the hide-out via security cameras to see if any type of vehicle was following behind and there was one vehicle trailing a mile behind them.
Mike looked into the license plate to find that the car was stolen, Mike perked up as he got Donovans' attention and showed him the discovery "I know it's not much, but still…" Mike trailed off.
Donovan nodded "Okay, get a BP on the car, see if we can find it…hopefully Carroll hasn't ditched it by now." He announced, walking out of the Intel room, leaving Mike in his seat.
Mike let a smile out; they had in some way found Joe Carroll; Mike just hope that they would get lucky and track him down even more.