Mike was back at the station, holding onto Graces' jacket as he sat at a random desk; there was no evidence at the hide-out which left the FBI at square one all over again.

The young agent leaned back in his seat, covering his chest with Graces' coat when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket; he sighed as he pulled it out and answered the call.

"This is Weston," Mike said.

"Hi." The weak voice answered.

Mike slowly sat up in his chair "Hey." He said back to her.

The other line went silent for a moment before Mike took the chance "What's up?" he asked.

Sarah sighed "Nothing. I'm just sitting here…high on Vicodin." She murmured.

Mike let a small smile out "Where's your mom?" he asked gently.

"I'm watching her and Anna gardening." Sarah muttered.

"Oh…where's your dad?" Mike asked.

Sarah hummed "…he's getting the barbeque ready."

Mike nodded "That's cool…you guys going to have a barbeque—that's awesome!" he said, trying to be optimistic.

Sarah grumbled "Not really. Stan is supposed to come by with the kids…as well at the Wilsons'…they're friends of my parents."

"Sounds like a busy place." Mike said.

"…it's supposed to be a 'Welcome Home' type thing for me…but quite frankly, I could give two shits about anybody who is coming to this thing." Sarah muttered.

Mike smirked "I think that might be the Vicodin talking."

"You might be right. But regardless, I just want to be left alone." Sarah admitted.

"And yet you call me." Mike said with a faint smile on his face.

Sarah let out of light chuckle "You're the love of my life…if I'm feeling down, I talk to you." She said.

Mikes' heart skipped a beat when Sarah confided that information to him, he felt himself tearing up as he swallowed hard "You're the love of my life too." He whispered.

They were both silent for what felt like forever before Sarah finally let a deep sigh out "…so, how's the search for Grace going?" she asked.

Mike sighed "…we're close. We almost had her—but then Joe moved her."

He only heard Sarahs' light breathing on the other end of the phone as well as the birds singing and her father talking in the background.

"Sarah, I'm gonna find her." He told her.

"I know you will." Sarah whispered "…I just…I can feel myself slowly giving up, y'know?" she asked rhetorically.

Mike nodded "I know how you feel. But trust me, I'm going to bring her home and the three of us are gonna go to France and have a good time." He said, trying to cheer up his baby mama.

"France? I thought you said we would decide as a team." Sarah asked with a faint chuckle in her voice.

"…lets face it, France is going to be the choice—Grace will be ruthless." Mike told Sarah with a goofy smile on his face.

Sarah opened her mouth to speak but didn't say anything as Mike heard her fathers' voice talking to her before she sighed "I've got to go." She murmured to Mike.

Mike sighed, nodding his head as he sat back in his chair "Okay." He murmured back at her.

"I love you. And you find Grace and you come and get me out of this hell hole—I beg of you." She begged him in a dopey voice.

Mike nodded again, a tear falling down his cheek "I will." He said.

"Bye, Mike." Sarah whispered.

"Bye, baby." Mike returned before hanging up his phone and placing it on the desk.

Mike brushed the tear away as he looked up to see Ryan approaching him with a cup of coffee "…I'm going to guess either Joe, or Sarah…" he said.

"Sarah." Mike muttered.

Ryan nodded "And how is she doing in Maine?" he asked.

"She hates it. She's high on Vicodin and her family is forcing this 'Welcome back to society' barbeque down her throat." He told Ryan.

"…I never liked her mom…or her sister…is her dad still around?" Ryan asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

Mike nodded "Yeah. He's got some type of social anxiety so he hardly ever came around unlike Anna and her mom. Grace doesn't have a relationship with him…which sucks, cause out of that entire brood, he's probably the only one who could truly love her company." He remarked.

Ryan nodded "…well, maybe when Grace gets back you and Sarah can work on that." He said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Mike nodded before standing up "Yeah."

He stretched in his place as he grabbed a hold of the coat and his coffee when his cell phone began to vibrate against the table, an unknown number calling him.

Ryan and Mike looked at each other before Mike slowly reached out and answered the phone on speaker "This is Weston." He answered.

"Agent Weston…how goes the search for your little bundle of joy?" Joe asked.

Mike huffed as he clenched tightly to the coffee cup and the coat he was holding "What do you want, Joe?" he asked.

Joe hummed "Oh, nothing…I just wanted to say 'hi' and see where you and Ryan were on finding the poor, defenseless Grace Weston." He said.

Ryan smirked "What happened, Joe? You're usually so fond of Grace." He chimed in.

Joe chuckled "Well, lets just say Grace is a bit handy with kitchenware."

Mike grinded his teeth "What do you want from me, Joe, huh? What?" he asked, trying to get to the bottom of why all of this was happening.

"You know, I'm not really sure anymore…you see, Grace hit me over the head with a iron skillet this afternoon so I'm a bit lightheaded at the moment." Joe remarked.

Mike smiled "That's my girl." He muttered under his breath.

"You want me, Joe?" Ryan asked.

"No, Ryan. I don't want you. While I love our constant cat and mouse game, I need a change of pace…someone along the lines of, say…Sarah." Joe remarked.

Mike huffed "You'll never get Sarah."

"McGruff the Crime Pup—I will get to her…and when I do, I'm going to tear her into tiny little pieces…and make her family watch." Joe hissed.

Mike shook his head "Over my dead body!"

"As you wish." Joe said before hanging up the phone.

Mike stood up again, turning to Ryan "…we need a team in Maine."

Ryan put his hand up "Not so fast 'McGruff the Crime Pup'…" he said, mocking the new found nick name "He's stalling…he thought Grace was going to be an easy target, but she's a Weston and she's putting up a fight." He said.

Mike nodded "She is…I'll give her that." He remarked.

Ryan nodded in return "Take a deep breath and tell me: where do we go from here?" he asked.