A/N: I replayed the last scene of "Eye for An Eye" a bunch of times and it gave me an idea for this fic. I'll probably follow up with a few chapters but I'm not sure right now. For now, just enjoy it!
And I still don't own any of these wonderful characters but I would dearly love to meet the wonderful Matt Nix to thank him for constantly exceeding my expectations with every episode.
He hurried home from his latest job. He was tired, dirty, and sore, and although all he really wanted to do was stand under a hot shower and crawl into bed he knew he couldn't. There was someone waiting to talk to him.
He slowly climbed out of the car, closing and locking the gate before walking up the stairs. The door was locked, which surprised him since her car was parked outside. He opened the door and walked in, noticing how dark it was inside.
She was out on the balcony. An almost-empty bottle of red wine was on the ground next to her chair. She was curled up; one arm hugging her knees while a half-full glass of wine dangled from her other hand. Her eyes were red though she was not currently crying.
"Fi?" he whispered, stepping out on the balcony and pulling another chair close to where she sat. He took the glass from her hand, setting it down near the door before reaching out to smooth the hair out of her face. She stiffened but didn't pull away.
"Hello Michael," she replied, shifting a bit so she was facing him.
"How are you Fi?" he asked. He was relieved she was talking to him. Actually he was relieved she was here. After their most recent conversation he wasn't sure whether she'd come back to the loft.
"I'm fine Michael," she replied, sighing deeply and looking up at the stars overhead.
"You didn't answer your phone. I tried to call you 3 times," he said, a look of concern in his eyes.
"It's inside. I forgot to bring it out here and it's such a pretty night I didn't feel like getting up to get it," she said. "How did it go with Lucien?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
"He's dead," Michael said very matter-of-factly.
Fiona sat up and looked at Michael. "Dead? What happened?"
"He trusted the wrong person. I can't say I'm sorry though."
"So what now?" Fiona asked. She knew him well enough to know he wasn't just going to give up.
"Well he gave me some good information just before he died." Michael said, leaning in closer to Fiona and smiling when she didn't pull back.
Fiona sighed. "So I guess that means no dinner dates for a while."
"Fi—"
"Yes, Michael, I know who you are," she said before getting up and walking inside.
That's it for now, I'm tired and I have a headache but I wanted to get this started. Hopefully I can get another longer chapter up tomorrow. Stay tuned!