His face was nearly all the way in the toilet as he vomited, the intense emotions from the last few months finally coming to a head as he let it all out in the bathroom stall.

Mike sat back against the door as he took a deep breath out, letting a light sob out as he thought about Grace and how he wish he could hold his daughter close once again and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

"Agent Weston?" a familiar rugged voice called out.

Mike sighed, picking himself up off the floor and unhinging the stall and looked at Agent Donovan who crossed his arms at him "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." He said.

Agent Donovan put his arms down by his side "Can you do this without your emotions getting in the way, cause if not you should say something now." He insisted.

Mike looked the older agent down, swallowing hard "Yes." He said.

"Okay." He said "Can we exit the bathroom, cause I really don't want to have our next conversation in here." He said, opening the door and motioning Mike to leave.

Agent Donovan and Mike walked side by side "We tried to track an IP address for the video, and so far we haven't been able to track it down. We're trying to figure out his next move what with his cryptic message to you." He remarked.

Mike didn't know what to say as he followed Agent Donovan into the Intel room once again, the agents buzzing about as they dissected the video; he sighed as he looked around, mindlessly listening to Donovan at this point when his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

He pulled it out and answered it "This is Weston."

"I'm getting out of the hospital—tell me what you know!" Ryan remarked in a rush.

Mike was at a loss of words as he slowly backed away from Donovan and turned around to leave the Intel room "What?" he hissed.

"I'm going to help you find Grace, now tell me what the video consisted of." Ryan hissed again.

Mike huffed "It was just a video of Grace and Joe…and Joe stitched up her Madeline doll and asked her if she loved and missed me…and then he said 'Remember what's at stake.' It wasn't anything worth while." He said.

Ryan hummed on the other end, the phone shuffling around and Mike couldn't help but to raise an eye brow "Ryan, are you there?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, I'm here." Ryan said gently "…does that mean he wants Sarah?" he asked.

Mike huffed "Maybe. But I'm not just going to hand her over." He remarked.

"I know, I know…" he said, trailing off in his thoughts.

Mike sighed "He hasn't said anything definitive yet, so maybe we just have to wait for another video to pop up."

Ryan was beginning to talk when an agent popped from his seat, distracting Mike as he looked over at him.

"I have something!" the agent yelled out, doing an awkward dance with himself and not sure what to do as he waited for a superior agents to approach him.

Mike huffed "Ryan, I have to call you back." He said, hanging up his phone and rushing towards the agent as did Agent Donovan.

The agent took a breath "Emergency Communications in Cherry Hill, New Jersey got a call from a kidnap victim about 15 minutes ago." He said, pulling up the audio and playing it for the agents.

"9-1-1, where is your emergency?"

"I've been kidnapped."

"Okay, sweetie, what's your name?"

"Grace."

"Grace. Grace, what?"

"Grace Weston."

"Alright, Grace—how old are you?"

"4 and a half."

"4 and half, okay sweetie—do you know who took you?"

"They call each other Joe and Emma."

"Joe and Emma, okay…where are you right now?"

"I'm hiding in one of the closets."

"Alright. Can you describe to me what the house looks like, what looks like outside sweetie?"

"It's a light blue color…and there are a lot of trees surrounding the house, with a garden out front."

"A Blue house…you're doing great, sweetie, just hang on for a few more minutes so I can track your location, okay?"

"Okay."

The operator went silent for a moment, typing away at her computer when all the agents could hear a door opening and Grace gasp.

"What are you doing? Who are you talking to!?" the infamous voice of Emma Hill demanded before the sound of a struggle began to take over the line before it suddenly went dead.

The operator called out for Grace a few times before the call finally ended; Mike took a deep breath in, looking over at Donovan "Cherry Hill?" he asked Donovan.

"Cherry Hill." He returned.

Mike nodded, turning away from the agents and began to storm out, redialing Ryans' number and waited for him to pick up.

"What happened?" Ryan asked.

"Grace called 9-1-1; she's in Cherry Hill, New Jersey." Mike informed Ryan.

"Okay, so do I meet you there…or?" Ryan trailed off, waiting for Mikes' next move.

Mike shook his head "No, I'm picking you up and then we're headed to Jersey." He remarked.

"That works for me." Ryan said.

Mike hung up the phone, making his way out of the FBI Headquarters to pick up his partner in crime and begin the journey to retrieve his daughter.

It didn't take long for the FBI agents to catch up to Ryan and Mike as they nearly sped down every freeway to get to Cherry Hill; Mike was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, anxious to get into town.

"Hey, relax…Cherry Hill isn't going anywhere." Ryan said.

Mike huffed "Yeah, but they might be." He hissed.

Ryan nodded slowly "Joe would never hurt her. You know that." He said, trying to comfort his friend.

"I know that. But what if he does…what if he brainwashes her? What if Emma hurts her?" Mike asked rhetorically.

Ryan huffed "Still highly unlikely."

Mike swallowed hard, getting off at the next exit and immediately being greeted by the 'Welcome to Cherry Hill' sign, he couldn't wait to get into town and he certainly couldn't wait to get to the Cherry Hill police department.

The young agent was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him.