Welcome to my first fan fiction!
I'm not much of a writer, but I'm trying my best :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice. That would be so cool though!
I love you Michael… forever…
The last words of Fiona's letter echoed in Michael's head as he made his way to the door to the prison. A man at the door held out an arm to stop him from entering, but Michael merely held up his CIA clearance badge, and the man nodded and let him through. It has been two weeks since Fiona had surrendered herself to the FBI. It had taken Agent Pearce ages to get him the security clearance he needed to access the prison. An armed guard led him through a maze of hallways and staircases, until they reached the bottom floor. This floor was different from the others. There were no screaming inmates yelling bloody murder as he passed; just silent men with machine guns, and hundreds of cement cells. The guard entered a code into the keypad on the door of a cell about 50 doors down from where Michael had originally entered.
The steel, bulletproof door slid open to reveal a small woman. She was scrunched up on the hard bed, head leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on a point in the distance. She didn't change her position until the door had closed shut, and she and Michael were alone in the room. She turned her head slowly, than stared at him like she couldn't believe he was real. Fiona whispered his name quietly. She then slowly got up from the bed, and moved, dreamlike towards him. The room was so small, it only took her about three steps to cross it and throw herself into his arms. Michael hugged her tight, while taking in the environment that his girlfriend had been living in for the last week. All that was there was a cement bench with a thin mattress and a stiff blanket, and a metal toilet. No windows, no view of anything but cement. Michael pulled back slightly, keeping his arms around her waist.
"Why?" he whispered
Fiona gave him a hard look. She disentangled herself and turned to face the wall behind her. She sighed, and sat down on her bed. "You know why, Michael."
Michael walked over and sat down next to her. "Fi I-"
But Fiona cut across him before he could start protesting.
"You were willing to delete CIA records, and burn four operatives for Anson. You clearly didn't know where to draw the line, so I had to draw it for you." Fiona sighed and leaned her head against Michael's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her.
"I could have fixed it; I could have made sure that there was no permanent damage. I could have found a way out of it." Michael said
Fiona looked up at him, disbelievingly.
"You don't know that Michael. If you couldn't succeed, you would hurt more people than you would have helped. There were no more ways out. I had to stop you before you -." Fiona broke off and looked away. She cleared her throat and changed the topic.
"So anyway, you're here, so you're standing with the agency must not have been affected. How'd your op go?" Fiona said, slightly sarcastically.
"Oh, fantastic." Michael said, not even trying not to sound sarcastic. "One of the members of my team was a plant of Anson's, and she tried to blow up the plane and kill Jesse. By the way, all that ammo you saw in that warehouse; was hers."
Fiona looked slightly surprised for a moment, but shrugged.
"Well, I guess with Anson, you have to expect the unexpected." Fiona suddenly turned and looked excitedly at Michael. "So, Anson has nothing to hold over you anymore, so tell me, how did you kill him?"
Fiona's smile was so big, it was almost insane. But it quickly fell from her face as Michael hesitated
"Well Fi the-"
But Michael never got to finish his sentence, as Fiona jumped up, and slapped him hard across the face, a stinging blow that had him seeing stars.
"You said the only the thing keeping you from shooting Anson, was the evidence he had on me!" Fiona screamed at him. "He has nothing on me now, so why didn't you just pull the trigger!"
"Well, Pearce thinks-"started Michael, clearly trying to keep him temper
"I don't give a damn what Pearce thinks!" Fiona shouted, cutting Michael off for the third time."That bastard has ruined the life of who knows how many people! You need to end him now before he can hurt anymore!"
Michael took a deep breath "If you could just let me finish."
Fiona huffed angrily and sat down on the bed, crossing her limbs tightly and pointedly turning her back to her boyfriend.
Michael started explaining, pacing the small room as he spoke.
"I told Pearce about everything;Larry, the bomb, Anson using that informartion to blackmail us. She… wasn't pleased that I kept it from her, but she slightly understood why I did it, even if she didn't agree with it. Sam's been talking to his FBI buddies, making sure that Anson's name is on their radar, but so far, there's no evidence linking him to the bombing. Their lead suspect is still you." Michael glanced at Fiona to see if she was following, but she was still staring at the wall. Michael sighed before continuing. "The CIA has flagged Anson's account, and made a list of people he may be in contact, but so far, he's laying low." Michael suddenly dropped his professional manner and walked over to Fiona. "Anson is starting something Fi, you know he is. I have to see this through, shooting him just isn't the right move yet."
Fiona turned and looked at him exasperatedly. "Michael, that's the exact same thing you said about Carla, and Gilroy, and Simon. And those didn't exactly work out too well, did they? Carla tried to blow you up, Gilroy got Simon out of Prison anyway, and Simon almost killed you!" Her tone softened as she looked into his eyes. "You might not get so lucky this time."
Fiona stood up and pulled Michael to his feet. "This isn't how I wanted our reunion to be." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently pressed her lips to his.
Michael looped his arms around her waist and gently stroked the small of her back, noticing that she had become, if possible, even thinner. Michael pulled back slightly and stared into his girlfriend's eyes. "I'm gonna get you out of here Fi, no matter what." Michael said, and then closed the distance between them again.
Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! I apologize for any mistakes I made; I'm not really sure what protocol they follow for a guy like Anson. Feel free to review! I can use all the tips I can get!