A/N - I was planning on having this out before New Years Eve. But of course, my computer, my life, my . . . well everything, had other plans. So here I am, writing it now, not three days ago, like I wanted. So *Sad face*. But anyway here we go. . . New Year's In Miami.
"It is a night for fireworks, Michael." Fiona pouted to me. We were both standing on the roof of the loft, staring at the perfectly black sky.
"I know Fi, but it's raining." I said, explaining to here why the city's New Year's Eve firework show wasn't going off as we spoke. Or at least the official reason. The truth might include an ex- Navy SEAL, a former IRA operative, a cheating, embezzeling, dirty fireman, and a burned spy spy . . . But I am not admitting anything.
Fiona shook her head at my words.
"It is barely sprinkling. How stupid do they think the population of Miami is, anyway?" She said spreading her hands. I opened my mouth to respond, when Sam came up the latter to join us.
"Pretty stupid, it seems. They're all drunk and eating up the story." Sam answered. Fiona looked around, and a wicked grin appeared on her face.
"We could make our own fireworks." She suggested, looking back and forth from me to Sam, before focusing solely on me. Sam rolled his eyes.
"And that is my cue to leave." He said, heading back toward the latter.
"Wait, Sam. Michael and I are going to need your help with this." She said, glancing at him. He froze in his tracks and turned back toward us.
"Ummm. Well really Fiona, I'm flattered. Really, I am. But . . . that's just not my thing. I mean, I'm sure you and Michael can handle it yourself." He stammered.
"It won't be as fun without all of us." She begged.
I had yet to say anything. I assumed that Fiona did not mean what Sam thought she meant about 'fireworks.' But that left the question, what did she mean? It couldn't be that we find a way to set off the city's fireworks, those were on a boat to Mexico, not that I'm admitting anything. Maybe she meant . . . I smiled.
"I think that's a great idea Fi, let's all make some fireworks." I grinned mishcivously. Sam looked uncomfortable, and Fiona seemed elated.
"So where's the C4?" Fiona asked Sam. His cheeks flushed pink.
"C4? Oh, umm. . . Oh, fireworks. Explosions." His face was perfectly red. Fi rolled her eyes.
"What did you think I was talking about? Just get the explosives." Sam, ears burning, practically ran down to my car to get what Fiona had asked for. I grabbed some detonators from the loft, and Fi picked up a roll of wire.
"This is gonna be fun." She smirked, and we all got to work.
About twenty minutes and several homemade 'fireworks' later.
The explosions went off with ear - shattering booms. But thank's to Fiona, the sky was lit up by fire. Literally. Something told me that we would get hell for this from Detective Paxson tommorrow, but I was okay with that. Fi was right, it had been fun.
She leaned into me, and we both watched her work. I smiled and kissed her.
"Happy New Year's, Fi." I said, kissing her more. Sam chose that moment to re-appear with another beer. I could hear him roll his eyes and mutter,
"Oh great. More fireworks."