Title: She, scares me.
Rating: T
Summary: Gangsters, spies, assassins, drug dealers... none of them are quite as scary as a tiny, five foot nothing Irish woman with lust in her eyes. Mike/Fi!
Disclaimer: If only I owned Mike and Fi...
"You know Mikey, you kind of wailed on that guy." The memory of Micheal beating the tar out of the club owner that was traffic people into the country as sex slaves still made Sam wince. It would definitly leave a mark.
"What did you want me to do Sam? Slow dance with him?"
"I think he means you could have ended the fight ten minutes before you did. You did kind of take it over the top." Jesse explained. Micheal looked at the two men in front of him with a glare.
"He tried to sell Fi."
"And he got what he deserved." The three men turned to see Fiona walking towards them.
"Hmmm, Micheal I don't believe I properly thanked you for the beating you delivered to that bastard." Fiona had a very familiar look on her face. Violence and sex always seemed to go hand and hand for Fiona
"Hmmm yes properly, I just picked up a few souvenirs from this little sex shop. New hand cuffs, a whip, some cho-"
"Okay Fi, time to go!" Micheal said cutting her off before she began describing what she wanted to do with her souvenirs. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lead her away from Carlito's.
As Sam and Jesse watched Micheal and Fiona walk away. Jesse turned to Sam and pointed in Mike and Fi's direction.
"She, scares me." Sam laughed and slapped him on the back as they walked towards the bar.
"Oh you have no idea."
