I do not own the original story of the characters Matt Nix does.
This is the first chapter, SPOILERS of Season 6 Burn Notice.
Make A Move-By Desirable-Ending
"Shawn Glenanne, is a current friend of mine. He will be another body if you don't help me with this Fiona."
Her lungs felt as though they were being cut apart, the pain that stabbed her at each breath made her want to collapse to the ground.
"Claire!"She screamed as she ran, her dead body kept flashing in front of her eyes as well as Nate's face.
She awoke drenched in sweat, her hands shook and she had to place a hand over her heart as she tried to control her breathing. Her hand was on the trigger of her gun to easily, one extra movement and the wall would have a knew hole. Fiona's heart felt like it was breaking; tears covered her face as she got up from the bed and looked down at the still figure next to her. Michael was sleeping soundly well as much soundly as he had been over the past few days of her being let out of prison and Nate's death. Fiona made her way off the bed soundlessly, walking outside to the balcony looking out into the sunrise.
Two hours that was all she had managed to sleep, it had been a month now since her release and nothing felt normal. Her dreams of Claire's death came back to mind after knowing of Nate's death. She kept her grief for Nate to herself because Michael needed her strong, he hadn't shown a tear but his agony was enough to make Fiona keep all of her emotions to herself. She heard her phone go off as the sun came fully up, she didn't know how long she stood there but it was enough for people to be awake. She quickly ran inside to grab her phone and saw movement coming from Michael.
"Yes..."She said over the line, the number who had called her was not recognizable to her.
"Fiona, it seems you have dropped off the grid for a while. How are you?" A familiar voice said as it shook her to the core. This voice was Armand, the man who could get information but also had no problem getting people off of the face of the planet with weapons and explosives.
"Whatever it is, no. I'm busy."Fiona made her way to turn off her cell phone but then the simple word.
"Please.."Was heard just fine and she stopped. He never was the one to beg or talk to Fiona unless he can get something nasty out of her.
"What Armand, last time in exchange for information on a bomber I had to get rounds to a very dangerous weapon to kill thousands. I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with you." She said cooly with a hint of, I have no problem putting a bullet in your head, voice.
"Fiona, I know where you have been. And unless you want all your enemies to know where you have been and where they can send you back to I suggest you help me with a little job. Prison I assume isn't a good thing for you. You sound, different. Shaken by the color of orange?"He said with a grin in his voice.
Angrily, Fiona let out a long sigh. This was not what she wanted right now or needed. She knew Armand new alot of people. Especially those who she thought just forgot about her, but knew as soon as her name came out she would be killed. Michael did not need this, let alone have her go out and do anything but stay at home and be "safe". Which wasn't who she was, but she had let his little quips here and there go away but it was time for her to get out into the field again. She didn't exactly think it would happen like this.
"What is it?"
"I am coming to Miami, I could use some help with getting some clients of mine to purchase more of my services. Just a little undercover work, nothing hard at all for your beautiful face. Need some information from a client and he seems to like brunettes. "Armand said and waited patiently on the other end for her reply.
"I am not your whore Armand, and definitely not interested. Not going to be someone's escort for a week just to get information on something nasty for you."She said simply.
"Oh no Fiona. This is not a week job. Just a two day job. They asked me if I knew any women who be interested in having fun over the weekend and weren't shy and could be trusted. So I thought of you."He said, as Fiona heard and contemplated what the reaction from Michael would be. The blackmail he was spitting at her wasn't threatening enough. "Shawn Glenanne, is a current friend of mine. He will be another body if you don't help me with this Fiona."He said as if they were drinking tea together.
Her heart sank, SOB. Shawn, her brother. She knew he wouldn't get in bed with Armand what so ever, but I bet Armand new exactly where he was and how exactly to kill him without being blamed for it.
"Yes. But Armand I am done with you. If I ever hear from you after this. I will kill you even if I have to cross countries I will put you in the ground." Fiona said just as relaxed as he had giving her the statement of killing her brother if she didn't help him.
"Good! I will see you tonight 7 PM at ARX Nightclub before they open. Where something nice will you. Can't wait to see you Fiona...Oh, If I see anyone I shouldn't be I won't hold back." And the line went dead.
Claire's face filled her mind, Nate's face filled her mind once again. These nightmares didn't seem to want to end. And her life was going to be a thousand times more complicated if she didn't figure out a way to get out of this or take Armand back. Hearing finally sounds that surrounded her, she looked over her shoulder back at the bed and saw Michael staring at her his eyes wide awake and concern and anger shining through. She looked at him back pleadingly saying to his beautiful eyes through her own, "I can't change this. I am sorry".
"Michael that was Armand. You remember him, the man who found out who your bomber was but it paid a heavy price. Well….he needs me for a job. I tried to get out of it but…he knows where my brother is.."She was about to continue on the details and just get it out now but as she spoke again he held up a hand.
"Fi..Where is Armand now."Michael said putting his hand down and getting up from the bed to put clothes on.
She couldn't see his face, but him being so calm was something he didn't do when things he didn't like. "Michael, I don't know. Look at me."
Fiona walked across the loft, her feet frozen on the hard ground. Her heart was running face, worry for Michael and wishing she could have just not have told him. Took a weekend and act as if she was going out to get relaxed. But even then that was something she was sure she couldn't handle. Hiding something from him now would hurt him worse than doing the job if he found out and he would find out. She wrapped her arms around and placed her head on his back as he got up from picking up a shirt.
"I know you don't want me to do this but…I have no choice. "Fiona closed her eyes and squeezed him softly, her mind was running with thoughts of Michael being there trying to take Armand out or taking out whoever he was in competition with. But Armand was a powerful man; nothing that one bullet through his head wouldn't come with consequences. "I don't want you there."
Michael turned around and looked at her in amazement and hurt, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her body up against his own hard one. He bent down and laid a kiss upon her lips and looked into her eyes. "I don't want to lose you again Fi. I will be there, you can't protect me. And apparently I can't protect you."
Michael felt weak, he had overheard the entire conversation. The look on Fiona's eyes made him want to get up and grab the phone and tell whoever it was that if they came close to Fiona he would kill them gladly. All this pent up grief and anger stayed with him and made him have a dark, protective, hungry whole inside of him. The only part that kept him sane was Fiona, and now he couldn't even do that. The last mission they had gone in together had gotten her slapped and had her have to protect herself because they had been separated. Those moments wanted to speak to her, drove him crazy. But he kept playing the part as a spy and go through it okay. He hadn't wanted to let her go ever since.
6PM Two Blocks from ARX Nightclub