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Its nighttime, and Fiona is lying on her bed in her cell. She's deep in thought, thinking about her encounter with Bly. Who set off the bomb at Michael's apartment? She thinks. It could have been Bly, but that's unlikely because he wouldn't be allowed to destroy personal property just to be able to write a statement. It was probably Anson then. I'm in jail, so why won't he just leave Michael alone!? She thinks angrily. Michael won't do anything for him unless Ansons holding something against someone he's close to. Fiona immediately sits up in her bed with a jolt, realization hitting her. He must have Madeline! Or Nate! She thinks worriedly. I have to get ahold of Michael to see if there is anything I can do to help. Though there wont be much I can do locked up in here all day. She's sighs, shakes her head, and lies back down so she can get some sleep.

Michael walks in the door of his apartment, carry a bag of groceries. Sam is sitting at the desk in the upper floor of the apartment, staring at a computer screen.

"How's it going Sam?" Michael asks as he walks over to the fridge.

"Pretty good Mike. I just need this to finish loading, and then we'll have the location that Anson called you from." Sam says, taking a sip of his beer.

"Great work, Sam. Hey by the way," Michael asks "Where's Jesse?"

"Oh, he's doing one of his private security jobs. He's helping a wife and husband who 'think' there being robbed." Sam replies.

"What do you mean by 'think'?" Michael says questionably.

"Oh you know, one of those nutcase couples who are too paranoid about everything. Oh! 98, 99, 100 percent complete Mike!" Sam says excitedly.

"Great! So where exactly did he call from?" Michael inquires.

"He called from the Paradise Hotel in South Beach." Sam answers, whistling a high note. Michael looks at him blankly. "You know," Sam tries again "The Paradise Hotel?" Michael continues to stare at him, confused. "C'mon Mikey! Haven't you ever had luxury? The Paradise Hotel aka heaven times a thousand is only the most expensive hotel on south beach!"

"Ohhh!" Michael replies, amused. Sam sighs and shakes his head. "Well," Michael starts. "That would be a perfect place to hideout with a hostage. High tech security, noise canceling walls, and a large enough area to ru"

"Yeah," Sam replies. "And salt water pools, free room service, and on-demand T.V.!" Now its Michaels turn to sigh and shake his head.

"We have to get Ansons room number. It would be perfect if Fi was here then she could bribe the front desk guy into telling us. But there is another woman we know of that could help..." Sam says, hinting something to Michael.

"My Mom?" Michael asks weakly. "Sam I really don't want to bring her into this. I still haven't told her Nate is hostage yet."

"Well what a perfect time too! How about you go right now? While your there you can also tell her in I 'really' need a place to stay at night, so I can watch over her while Anson is still out there." Sam replies.

Michael sighs. "Alright. I'll go over now." Michael replies reluctantly, putting on his tan suit jacket and his sunglasses. "Cya in a little bit Sam."

"Bye Mike! Have a great time!" Sam says. Michael smiles grimly, then leaves, closing the door behind him.

Michael opens Madeline's door and pokes his head inside. "Ma?" He calls. He looks around finally focusing on Madeline, stretching to a DVD in the living room.

"Oh hello Michael!" She says pausing the DVD. "How are you?"

"Uh, I'm okay Ma. I need to talk to you about something." Michael replies.

"What is it, Michael?" She says worriedly, searching her sons eyes.

"Its about Nate," He says unsurely. "You know awhile back when your apartment was recked? Well that same man has taken Nate hostage." Michael says sadly, looking into Madeline's eyes.

"He what!?" Madeline cries, slapping Michael hard in the face.

"I'm sorry, Ma." Michael says. Madeline has tears in her eyes.

"Is he, is he gonna be okay?" She asks fearfully.

"I, I dunno." Michael responds, saying the sad truth.

"You don't know if my youngest son, is going to be ok?" Madeline whispers in a dangerous tone. She slaps Michael in the face again harder, tears rolling down her cheeks. Michael pulls her into a hug and whispers into her ear "Sam, Jesse, and I are doing the best we can to get him out safely." Madeline pulls out of the hug.

"Well why aren't you getting him out now?!" She cries hysterically.

"Mom! If we were to do that we would be walking into a blood bath!" Michael cries.

"Well fine then, but is there anything I can do to help?" Madeline asks, glaring at Michael.

"Actually yes. We need you to get the front desk manager to give you the room that Anson is in. Do you think you can do that?" Michael asks.

"Do I look like someone incapable of doing something that easy?" Madeline replies.

"Alright sounds good. Oh and also Sam needs a place to stay for a little bit." Michael says innocently.

Madeline folds her arms across her chest and purses her lips. "I'm not dumb, Michael. I know what your up to. Trying to protect the poor senior all alone by herself. I mean seriously Michael, I have a shotgun under my bed! If I was able to defend myself from your father for all those years, then I can take living by myself!" Madeline says, huffing.

"Alright, alright, you win. But you have to promise me, if you see anything unusual at all, you will call me. I'm just trying to protect you, Ma. You and Nate are all the family I have left." Michael says sadly.

Madeline sniffles and pulls Michael into a hug. "I love you Michael. And I trust you. So promise me, promise me, you'll get your brother out of there alive."

"I will Mom, I will." Michael whispers determined.