Friend or Foe

Disclaimer; Don't own any of the Burn Notice people, but love them all.

A/N: As you will see after this part Victor will become a part of this fic. (i just love him) And i'll most likely write other nicer not so bad ass fics with Mikey/Fi pairings cause they're just so cute together haha. Sorry if it takes a while to update, R&R kthnxbai!

"I know you" a familiar man states as I sit at a table adjacent his. "Hmm. I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong girl." I state taking off my sunglasses, avoiding eye contact with Michael Westen. "No, unfortunately you're the right girl." the disappointment cut through his words. I couldn't help but smile, though I was technically just insulted. "Aww Mikey, that hurts." I raise my brow at his emotionless expression. "I thought you'd be happy to see me" I smirk. "Happy? not exactly" he pauses for a brief moment, "Seeing you means Victor's in town. Victor means trouble for me. And don't call me Mikey." I breathe out slowly, deciding on how to word my next sentence.

"Victor is here, yes. But he's not with me." Michael watches as two women walk by in swim suits that barely covered an inch of their skin. "That's too bad. What happened were you both too corrupted for each other?" I can't help but laugh. "No. Nothing like that. We're still together, he's just not with me right now." I sit back in my chair, examining his posture, face and eyes. There was certainly hostility. Though it was unclear as to whether it was against myself or Victor. "Besides. Victor doesn't even know i'm gone... Not yet anyway."

"He didn't put a GPS in your cell phone? I'm surprised." He says crossing his arms. "He trusts me." I state with shear confidence. "And he's not even awake yet." "So you're hiding the fact that you're talking to me." he asks for clarity. "I'm not hiding anything. I'm simply not telling him." Michael nods, "Right... because that's definately not the same thing." "It's not. If I were hiding anything I'd cover up my tracks. I'm just not telling him. If he finds out, he finds out." I get up out of my chair, "What are you doing?" he asks as I travel to his table, sitting in the chair closest to him.

"I can't sit with my friend while I'm talking to him?" I ask cockily. "Oh, see. I wasn't aware we were friends. Well, that changes everything." his sarcasm was thick as oil. "The water's great Mikey, you should come dow..." The older man stops, he looks at me and puts two beers on the table. "You know Michael, when i said make new friends I didn't mean have a few beers with Mrs. Wrangler."

"She was just leaving." Michael glares in my direction. "Don't be silly Michael, I just got here." I protest as Sam sits down. "Look, ten minutes of your time, and i'm out of here." After a glance between Michael and Sam, Michael answers in a sigh; "Ten Minutes." I breathe in with a smirk on my face. "Thank you" I say with the utmost sincerity. "Make it quick, and you're paying for that drink." Sam warns. "Of course I am." I turn to Michael. "I see hospitality isn't one of your better qualities." I state sipping my fruity alcohol drink. "I'm sorry, allow me to pay." "Mikey!" Sam warns. "I got it." Michael's annoyance with my very presence began to show.

"Mikey," the shock in my voice brought his gaze on me, Sam looks at me astounded at what I had just called his best friend. "You're getting rusty." "What do you mean?" "I mean I can see you're getting annoyed with me. I know you don't want me here, but you may want to be careful, don't get used to showing emotion." "I advise you don't lecture me on what a good spy should, and shouldn't do." Michael's warning was one i took into consideration.. for about a milisecond. "Ah but remember. I'm in this business too babe."

"You're wasting your time." Michael's words were short and quick. "So I am." I breathe in deep, letting every bit of air out of my lungs slowly. "Ok here's the thing." I start, not really sure how to ask what i needed to, having never done so before. Especially not with Michael Westen and his Crew of Two. "I need your help." I state. "There, I said it." Michael and Sam exchange a glance, then look straight at me. "You need. His help." Sam laughs for but a few seconds, his emotion changing back to solemn with the blink of an eye. "With what." Michael demands.

{Desiree Jackson}

{Girlfriend}

Michael V.O. - While your enemies obviously pose a great threat to you, it's always good to get as much information on them as possible. Especially whether or not they have potential partners-in-crime. And as you may think, your life doesn't get any easier when your enemy isn't working alone. Throw in the fact that their partner is also their boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, what have you, and you really have to pay attention to detail. Criminals have the same mothering nature toward their own kind as you would someone in your family. When dealing with their significant other you must use extreme caution. And NEVER turn your back on them. You don't know what they want, or if they're working for someone.

TBC