Emma and Grace had a stare off as the 4-year old was tied down on the couch to keep her from moving around; the serial killer crossed her arms and legs as she continued to stare at the girl sitting across from her.

"I have to pee." Grace remarked.

"Hold it." Emma hissed.

Grace pouted, now crossing her arms as she glared at Emma, who only smirked at her "That's not going to work on me." The serial killer hissed again.

Joe walked in with a sandwich in his hand, glancing at the two women in front of him "So, how is she doing?"

"She has to pee." Emma remarked in a monotone voice.

Joe hummed "Well, then take her to the bathroom!" Joe said, taking a seat on the other side of the couch Grace was sitting at.

Emma rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat and pulled Grace up, escorting her to the restroom before untying her so she could do so.

They came back with Joe waiting for the both of them, Joe smiling at the toddler as she sat back down at the couch; Joe turned swiftly to Emma "…I need you to watch Grace." He said.

Emma scuffed "I've already been doing that for the past 30 minutes…"she hissed at him.

Joe stood up from his seat "No, I mean I'm leaving and you're in charge of her until I get back." He remarked.

Emma stood up in her chair "Where are you going? You can't leave me with her!" she said, beginning to have a panic attack.

"I'm going to see Sarah." Joe told her.

"Sarah? You're going to see that traitor bitch while I'm left here babysitting her kid?" Emma spat with attitude, angry and frustrated with Joe and the entire ordeal.

Joe glared at Emma "You do what you're asked, no complaining—and if even one hair on her head is touched—you will deal with my wrath, do you understand me?" he said in a low voice.

Emma huffed before nodding "Yes." She muttered under her breath before Joe kneeled next to Grace and smiled at her.

"Alright, love, I'm going to see your mummy…I'll be back." Joe said, pinching her cheek before standing up again and leaving.

Emma and Grace started once again staring each other down, the serial killer resentful of the young girl who just took a deep breath in as she continued to glare.

"…we just got a call about a girl crying out for help. The caller said she looked out her window to see that someone that was described as Emma Hill grab a small girl who was trying to climb over a fence and bring her back inside the house." An emergency correspondent said to Agent Donovan.

Donovan nodded, asking for the house in question before walking back into the station and getting the attention of everyone in the room.

"Alright, I need local PD and FBI to accompany me to…" Donovan looked down his notepad for a moment "3313 Robyn Lane Road…it's here in town. Emergency Communications just got a call that indicates it might be the place where Joe Carroll is hiding out with Emma Hill and Grace Weston." He announced.

Mike didn't hesitate, grabbing his jacket and nudging Ryan as he began to make it way outside to call dibs on the first SUV he could find.

"You're not even going to listen to the plan?" Ryan asked.

Mike shook his head as he climbed into the SUV "We go in, surround the place, and take down Joe and Emma without hurting Grace…that's usually the gist of it." He said, watching as Ryan swiftly climbed and buckled himself in.

"Donovan won't be happy about this!" Ryan remarked, with a light smirk on his face as he turned to Mike.

Mike flared his nostrils at Ryan "It's not his daughter." He muttered as he turned the engine on the SUV and drove off.

Ryan looked through the rear view to see that the rest of the chivalry was finally catching up to Mike and him; Ryan turned to Mike and noticed the white in his knuckles as he held tightly to the steering wheel as he drove.

"We're almost there, just relax!" Ryan said, trying to keep his young agent friend calm for the remainder of the drive.

Mike huffed "What if she's not there? What if they split again?" he asked, a sense of fear in his voice as he asked.

"They're there!" Ryan persisted.

Mike finally pulled into the neighborhood and slowed the car down to a crawl, looking at every house until he finally found the right house on the right street: 3313 Robyn Lane Road.

He stopped the car just a few feet away from the house, shutting off the engine and looked over the house in silence; Ryan looked over the house as well, letting the wheels turn in his mind.

"Take the back?" Ryan asked before turning to Mike.

Mike nodded "Take the back." He said before getting out of the car and quietly shutting the door.

The two men were followed by a mixture of FBI and local police as Mike unhinged the gate door and walked inside the backyard.

An FBI got in front of Mike and Ryan to make sure all was clear as the agent looked in the side windows to see nothing of significance before walking towards the back door.

The team reached the back door just as the front team broke down the door and entered, Mike kicked the back door in just as Emma had rushed back into the kitchen, holding Grace tight.

"Freeze!" Mike yelled at Emma "It's over, Emma." He firmly said to the serial killer as he pointed his gun at her.

Emma smirked, wrapping her arm around Grace; Mike looked down at Grace who was holding back tears but it was obvious her fear was taking control of her.

Mike was beginning to struggle between being the agent and the parents at that moment, but if he knew just to keep his eyes on Emma he would be fine and everything would end right.