This was one of the last things Michael wanted to do, but he had no choice. Despite Maddie's protests, he got in his car and drove all night.

He had made a mistake; one he wasn't ready to fess up to. He and Sam were working a job that got dicey. They needed Fiona. They had needed her from the get go, but she wasn't around. And I'm her absence the job unraveled and Sam got shot.

Mike stayed in town until Sam was out of the hospital and recouperating on Maddie's couch before he left to solve his problem.

He needed Fi. The problem with that? She had gotten annoyed with him and his lack of answers about their relationship and taken off on a trip with her new best friend, Tara. A grifter and a thief. Someone who knew how to stay hidden. Both women did, so them as a team was just impossible. He had no idea where Fi was or how to find her, and she wasn't returning her calls. He wasn't even sure she knew Sam had been shot.

So he took the last option he had left. He parked after the long drive and went up to the front door. He thought about turning away, but knocked instead. When the door opened he took a very deep breath. This was so hard for him to say.

"Lois, I need your help."