Emma held Grace tightly as she continued her staring game with Mike, his gun pointed directly at her "Let her go." Mike instructed.
"That's not going to happen." Emma retorted.
Mike smirked "You know how this is going to end, Emma…I shoot, you die, and Grace goes home." He explained to Emma.
Emma huffed "Trying to act like the hero, Michael—it never suited you!" she said, looking down at Grace and pulling her hair behind her shoulders.
"I will shoot you Emma." Mike muttered.
Emma scuffed, turning to her side to see a knife on the isle that Joe had left when he made his sandwich then looked back at Mike.
"Don't even think about it!" Mike said, inching towards her.
Emma raised her hand and picked up the knife, examining it closely before looking back at Mike; the young serial killer smirked as she pressed the knife against Graces' throat, staring Mike down as she did.
Grace gasped as she felt the cold knife against her tiny throat, Mike looked down at her "It's okay sweetie." He assured her.
"Yeah, Mike, everything is going to be just fine." Emma said sarcastically.
Mike looked back up at Emma "You wouldn't hurt a little girl, Emma, would you?" he asked her.
"If it's yours…absolutely!" Emma said, pressing the knife deeper into Graces' skin, causing a whimper to come out of Graces' mouth.
Mike took another step closer "EMMA—don't even…" he said, ready to take Emma down at any moment.
Emma looked down at Grace, stroking her hair softly before looking back up at Mike "…say goodbye to your father, Grace." She remarked, getting ready to slash her throat.
Mike didn't waste any time, shooting three bullets into Emma before she fell to the floor and left Grace stunned to her spot in the kitchen; Mike let a shallow breath out, he actually did it, he killed Emma Hill.
Grace was scared as she stood in place, a light gash on the left side of her throat as she almost collapsed into herself when Mike kneeled down to her level "Come here." He requested of her, putting his gun down and reaching out for his daughter.
She slowly walked towards Mike before falling into his arms and wrapping hers around his neck, Mike held her tight for a moment before picking her up from the floor.
"Close your eyes, baby." He remarked as he carried his daughter out of the house and around to the front yard where Mike immediately called out for an ambulance.
Mike sat Grace down on the hood of an SUV, checking her over as he waited for that ambulance to come, he saw the light cut on her neck and he huffed as he took a closer look to make sure it wasn't serious.
"Are you alright?" Mike asked her, taking her tiny hands in his.
Grace nodded "Yeah."
"Yeah?" he asked rhetorically before pulling her in for a hug.
The ambulance came swiftly, and Mike wasted no time sitting her in the back so the paramedics could check her over and tend to the gash on throat; he felt a hand take his arm and turned around to see Ryan with a disappointed look on his face.
"What is it?" Mike asked.
Ryan huffed "Joe isn't in the house."
"What?" Mike asked, his tone going harsh.
"Joe Carroll isn't in the house, it was just Emma and Grace." Ryan explained.
Mike huffed "Well then where is he?" his voice getting louder with each passing moment, he could hear Grace calling out to him.
"Just a minute, sweetheart!" Mike said, not even turning his attention to her.
Ryan crossed his arms "We've got Grace. That's the good news." He said, trying to be positive about it all.
"Daddy!" Grace called out again, but Mike ignored her.
Mike shook his head "We've got to find Joe, you know, I know it…the FBI know it!" Mike remarked.
Grace huffed from the ambulance "Agent Weston!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Mike slightly rolled his eyes as he looked over at Grace "Yes, what Grace?" he asked.
"Joe said he was going to see mommy." She told him.
Both Mike and Ryans' ears perked up, approaching the 4-year old "What?" Mike asked, wanting to make sure he heard it correctly.
"Joe told me and Emma that he was going to see mommy…and Emma was very angry at him." Grace said again.
Mike turned to Ryan "Did we get anywhere with that unit to Cape Elizabeth?" he asked.
Ryan nodded "Yeah, we flew them out about an hour ago; they should be in Bangor in a few hours."
"And if Joe is driving, that's a 6 hour drive…" Mike nodded to himself before looking at Ryan once again "We need to get to Cape Elizabeth! We need to be ready and prepared." He said.
Ryan crossed his arms "'We'?" he reiterated.
Mike nodded "Yeah."
"Okay, okay…what about Grace, who's going to watch her?" Ryan remarked.
"You can watch her!" Mike said.
"How am I going to watch Grace if I'm supposed to be going to Cape Elizabeth with you?!" Ryan asked, the two of them getting frustrated with each other when Mike turned back to Grace.
Mike took a step closer to his daughter as he pulled out his cell phone, smiling to her as he went through his contacts and picked a number to call; he listened to the dial tone for a while before the other line picked up.
"Hi, dad." Mike said.
Mike and his father had a quick conversation before Mike was finally able to pull away from him "Listen, I was wondering if you could take care of Grace for a while. I need to go to Maine for a case and I can't take her with me." He remarked.
"…well, Ryan is coming with me…Sarah?...she is the reason I'm going to Maine…no, dad…no…she's in danger, dad. Okay. I'll have some co-workers drop her off. Thanks, dad." Mike hung up his phone and smiled down at Grace.
"You're going to stay with grandma and grandpa for a while, I'm gonna go save your mom." Mike explained to her.
Grace sighed "I wanna go home, daddy."
"I know you do, and we'll be home by tomorrow—I promise! Just enjoy your time with your grandparents…okay?" Mike remarked.
Grace nodded "Okay."
Mike smiled as he kissed her forehead "Okay. I'm going to have some people from work take you there, alright? Be good for them…don't hit them over the head with iron skillets please." He remarked.
Grace smiled "I won't."
"I love you, Grace."
"I love you, daddy."
Mike walked away with Ryan in toe, informing Agent Donovan of what Grace had told them and where they were going.
Agent Donovan used the information to good use, sending half the team with Mike and Ryan to Maine while the rest helped the local police with the crime scene.