A/N: Hi everyone, NJVigilante here. Just wanted to say this is my first fanfic and reviews are welcome. The story will get into full POI around chapter 7, so hopefully if you hate or don't know burn notice you'll stick around till then. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: MEET ME IN MIAMI

My name is Lauren Westen. I used to be special agent. Until... "You are permanently removed from the field." When that happens you sit at a desk and do paperwork from 9-5, for five maybe six days a week. You never see an arrest or a foot chase ever again. You just sit on your ass all day. Bottom line is you sit at desk until retirement or you quit.

Naturally I chose the second option. I knew that I would have no money, but who wants to sit on their ass at a desk for the next 30 or more years? No one. Luckily, I still had a friend in New York from my college days. I mean he may not understand why I would quit a job with great pay just because I had to sit at a desk until I retired, but he would surely offer me good advice. So right after I quit my job at the FBI I flew to New York to find Mr. Harold Finch.

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I woke up to a flight attendant gently shaking me. Apparently the flight to Miami was a lot longer than I thought it was going to be. It's been two months since I quit my job and I just got around to visiting my family in Miami. I mean, I could have come down here sooner, but that would have meant dealing with my mother bothering me to drive her to the doctor or the store or really anywhere just because I was in town; not because she was incapable. The real reason I was in town was actually because my visit with Harold had been very informational and I found out that my brother was back in the states for good for over a month already. And of course if Harold hadn't looked Michael up for me, I would have never known he was back. You would think after everything we've been through I would get a call when he came back, but no; just like every other time he came back for a visit, he never called me.

I got off the plane and quickly found my bag and headed to my Mom's in a cab. If I was lucky, I could drop my bag off in the garage and grab my two spare guns I had hid in there without my mom ever knowing. The drive to my moms was relatively short. Sure enough I was able to sneak in and out of the garage without being detected. I just had to "borrow" a car and I would be on my way. Once I found a car to my liking, I headed out toward the middle of town where I knew Michael was based on the phone tracking app Harold had designed and downloaded for me. Turns out Michael decided to get himself in a little bit of trouble since he's been back, but that's Michael for you. I would have thought that after all of the years he spent saving people he would stop causing trouble.

After a ten minute drive I arrived at a garage where the app said Michael was and sure enough he was there with a woman about my age who I'm assuming is Michael's girlfriend and a guy that looked like he enjoyed the whole Miami vibe way too much. I pulled over on the opposite side of the road where I had a clear view of the shop, but was also out of sight for anyone in the garage. I tied my long brown hair into a braid and got out of the car. Michael and his girlfriend were handcuffed and being held at gunpoint while Hawaiian shirt guy was handcuffed to a cabinet and out cold. They were in some serious trouble just from the looks of it and it was about to get a lot worse.

"I don't know who you guys are, but no one breaks into my shop and gets away with it." Said one of the guys with a gun.

Michael started to explain something, but the other guy just hit him in the head with the butt of his gun. The head honcho looking dude turned toward the guy who just hit Mike and said "Kill them and get rid of the bodies. I don't want to deal with any of this or the police Smitty."

Then Smitty turned toward Mike and raised his gun. I had to do something, I couldn't let Michael and his friends get killed on my watch so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled out my sniper rifle, placed it on the hood of the car and shot Smitty right in the knee before he could shoot anyone and then before head honcho man could figure out what was going on, I shot him in the knee too. They were both rolling around on the ground in pain meaning they weren't going to be a problem. Mike and his girlfriend got up while looking around for the shooter and the girl grabbed the keys from the head honcho guy and un cuffed herself and Michael. Then she ran over to uncuff Hawaiian shirt dude, who had woken up from the sound of gunshots. Mike and his friends then grabbed their guns and started to walk out of the garage, guns held high. I figured now would be a good time to announce my presence so I walked out towards them. Before I could do anything the woman had me pinned to the ground yelling at me.

"Who are you and why were you shooting at us? If you don't tell me right now I'll shoot you!"

I do have to say she was pretty intimidating, but I turned my head toward Mike and said, "Michael you think you can tell your girlfriend to get off of me?" Michael looked shocked and realization crossed his face.

"Lauren? What are you doing here?" Michael asked sounding pretty confused and slightly surprised.

Hawaiian shirt dude and the women looked confused and asked, "Mike you know this girl?"

Mike sighed and said "Yeah she's my sister."