The bookstore visit was a bit tedious; Ryan couldn't stop himself from buying every single Madeline book the store had for Grace—he wanted to be prepared for an extremely long stay for her.
Ryan drove down the freeway, listening to Grace sing along to the radio; he let a smile escape his lips as he looked through his rear view mirror for a moment before looking back at the road, shortly after taking his exit.
They were almost to New York when Ryans' phone began to ring; Ryan cleared his throat as he answered it "Hello?" he answered.
"Hello, Ryan…" a familiar voice responded.
Ryan looked back at Grace through the rear view mirror then back at the road "Hello, Joe." He said.
Joe chuckled on the other end of the line "I heard you've been tasked with baby sitting a certain little girl…how's that going?" he taunted.
"What do you want, Joe?" Ryan hissed.
"I just wanted to chat…I've been so focused on Sarah and her little brood that we haven't had time to catch up. So, do you like playing Uncle Ryan, do you get joy out of it?" Joe asked him.
Ryan huffed, he knew not to do it, but he couldn't stop himself from humoring Joe "I love it." He said.
Joe chuckled "I see, y'know—I haven't seen Grace up close since she was six months old. Such a lovely little girl, isn't she?" he asked.
"Joe, if you're thinking about coming anywhere near Grace, I'll kill you." Ryan remarked.
Joe chuckled again "I highly doubt it." He said before the line cut dead.
Ryan cursed to himself, looking back at the rear view mirror at Grace who was looking out the window as she sang; Ryan sighed to himself, he knew he'd have to be on high alert for Joe—even if there was an agent escort 24/7.
The FBI was unable to locate the stolen vehicle which indicated that Joe still had the car, Mike was keeping in touch with local PD around the area to see if anyone had seen it go through their town.
Mike leaned back in his chair as his strained eyes began to give up and give him a headache; he sighed as he looked up at the pale white ceiling before closing his eyes.
He gave his eyes a moment before opening them up again to see Agent Donovan looking down at him; Mike jumped, sitting back up in his seat and clearing his throat "Sir…" he muttered.
Agent Donovan smirked, crossing his arms "So how is your search going?" he asked Mike.
Mike cleared his throat "Dead end…I've been keeping tabs on all the local police departments and nothing. I've also been looking over tons of security footage from everywhere around the Baltimore area, but nothing…I'm hoping he'll make a move soon." He remarked.
Agent Donovan opened his mouth to speak, when Mikes' ringtone went off, distracting the two men as Mike answered his phone.
"This is Weston." Mike answered.
"Hey, it's me."
"Ryan? What's going on?" Mike asked.
"I didn't want to say anything with Grace in the backseat, but Joe called…I think he might try and nab Grace." Ryan said on his end of the phone.
Mike swallowed hard "How long ago?" he asked, pulling a sticky note off the block and grabbing a pencil.
"It was about an hour and a half ago." Ryan remarked "The number he called with was restricted." He continued.
Mike nodded "Okay, I'll get your phone records and see what I can do with it, thanks Ryan." He said before hanging up his phone.
Agent Donovan cocked an eye brow at Mike as he pushed the paper aside "Joe called Ryan, apparently he threatened to take Grace." Mike said.
"You're extremely calm for that revelation." Agent Donovan remarked.
Mike huffed "So much has happened lately, my adrenaline is shot…" Mike admitted, looking over at Donovan.
Agent Donovan hummed, taking the piece of paper and looking it over before handing it back to Mike "Let me know if anything pans out with this." He said before walking out of the Intel office.
Mike nodded off, looking back at the computer to take a break from the security footage to look up Ryans' phone records to see if he could trace the phone call.
Mike pulled himself away from the office for the night, taking the hour drive towards Baltimore to visit Sarah.
He made his way to the hospital room and walked in slowly and try not to sneak up on the still-stoned young woman who was lying in bed.
"Hi." Mike whispered, walking up to Sarahs' bed.
Sarah swallowed hard "Hi." She muttered.
Mike smiled gently "How are you feeling?" he asked her.
"If you could do me a favor, can I get a glass of water?" Sarah muttered.
Sarah didn't have to ask Mike twice as he walked over to the table resting on the foot of her bed and grabbed a plastic cup and poured her a glass of water.
"…get a straw." Sarah whispered.
Mike put a straw in her water and walked back over to her, helping her take a sip before placing the water back on the table "…so besides the water, how are you?" he asked her.
Sarah attempted to shrug with her good shoulder "Bored. Nothing is on T.V and I'm not so good at reading with one arm." She muttered.
"Well, I'm sure you'll get out soon." He assured her.
Sarah hummed "Where's Grace?" she asked.
"She is with Ryan."
Sarah grimaced "That sucks."
Mike shrugged "You two are still in danger while Joe is still out there, Ryan is the safest bet for her."
"And where am I going to go once I get out?" Sarah asked.
"Probably to another FBI approached hide-out." Mike told her.
Sarah shook her head "No. No more hide-outs. I'll get Grace and go to Maine." She murmured.
Mike shook his head "I think it's best if the two of you are separated." He told her.
"Fine. Then I'll go to Maine, and let Ryan and Grace have their fun little adventure alone." Sarah said, adjusting herself in her bed before huffing "I hate hospital beds, they're so uncomfortable!" she complained.
Mike smiled at her "I'm sorry all of this sucks."
"It doesn't suck too bad, I mean I am having so much fun with all the Morphine, it's going to suck when they take me off of it and give me Vicodin." Sarah said.
Mike chuckled at Sarah "At least you're being optimistic." He remarked.
Sarah hummed "Yes. At least there is that." She said.