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It was with trepidation that Sam entered the dingy FBI cell, afraid of what he would see before him. A sullen dark circled pair eyes looked up to greet him. He studied Fiona for a brief second realising the Irish glint in her eye had gone and fierceness she normally exuded had long gone.
"Hey Sister. How you holding up?" He offered her in his most charming voice
"I'm fine Sam. You don't have to be here"
"The hell I don't, besides if I wasn't Mikey would kick my butt."
Fiona stood abruptly, causing Sam to quickly step backwards getting ready to duck from her famous right hook. Instead, she surprised him by resting her palms against the wall and leaning forward so she could see the floor. Sam watched as she took in a sharp breath.
"Fi, you ok?" Sam asked cautiously
"I'm fine Sam, just not in the mood for the stench of your aftershave or the nausea that arises from your sickening charm" She retorted.
"Woah ok Fi, no need to get personal. Look Mikey's worried about you, hell we all are." Sam paused "There's no news yet, Pearce seems to be keeping it on a need to know basis"
Fi didn't reply she remained despondent. As she tried to push away from the wall and straighten up she stopped and drew another sharp breath, this time letting out a cry as she exhaled.
"Fi?" Sam moved towards her
"Sam I'm fine" She let replied bluntly following her cutting remark by another cry of pain. As Sam moved closer to her, she reached out for him, something she had never done before. Sam shouted to the guard outside her room "Hey get a medic here now" As she collapsed in his arms Sam shuddered as he noticed blood seeping through her prison suit.
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Sam was stopped by the Prison Doctor from entering Fiona's room. It took all his remaining energy to refrain from landing a punch to the guys throat. "Hey c'mon Doc I gotta see her, see that she's aright"
"Are you family?"
Sam thought for a second deciding on the most plausible of relation
"Yeah I'm her Uncle" He replied though gritted teeth, not happy about his admittance that he looked easily old enough to be her Uncle. The Doctor stepped aside, but before Sam moved he placed a hand on the Doctors shoulder "She ok?"
"Yes she'll be fine, she suffered a miscarriage but with a few days rest she'll be fine"
The colour suddenly drained from Sam's face. He said nothing and proceeded to her room.
Fiona smiled as Sam made his way over to her bed. "You still here?" she joked. When he'd reached her and she could clearly see his expression, she knew that he was savvy to information that he should not have been. For a few minutes neither of them said anything they sat in silence each waiting for the other to talk.
"Did Mike know?" Was all that Sam could muster.
Fiona shook her head. "No, I didn't even know" She said as she drew her knees up to her chest. "And Michael will never know. Got it?" She snarled. Sam knew better than to argue with Fiona Glenanne.
Now that her prison attire had been removed and all she wore was a medical gown Sam could see some fresh bruising over her shoulder. "You've taken a beating Fi, is that why…" His voice trailed off. Fi didn't reply she didn't have to, Sam knew what Federal prison was like. Without warning a nurse barged into the room and began fussing around Fiona. Sam placed his hand on her shoulder "You take care sister" and with that he left.
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Back at Madeline's Mike still hadn't spoken a word since Fi's arrest. He had just sat barely remembering to breathe in and out. Madeline poked at the plate of sandwiches in front of him then removed the cigarette at hung over her bottom lip "Michael you really should eat something. They're tinned ham, made them specially for you" She informed him proudly. Michael picked up the plate and threw it against the wall making his mother wince. He stood up from the table and headed to the kitchen. Back in the living room Madeline was letting Sam in the front door. "How is he?" Sam asked keeping his voice low. Madeline shook her head and pointed in Mikes direction.
"Hey Mikey how you doin?"
Michael Ignored him and answered his mobile phone that had begun to ring. Madeline and Sam couldn't work out what was being said but it seemed official. When the call ended Michael re-entered the living area. "How's Fi? "
"Well you know Fi, tough cookie"
Michael nodded, He turned away then back to Sam shaking his phone in his direction "What did Pearce mean, she said she was sorry about Fi"
Sam swallowed hard and the put on his most convincing smile. Placing a hand on Mike's shoulder he said "Ah c'mon Mikey so she's getting a conscience may be she feels bad about her getting locked up"
Throwing Sam's hand away he gritted his teeth and demanded "Sam, You're a terrible liar. Tell me what's wrong with Fi"
"Maybe we should get a beer sit down, chill out, talk, you know" Sam chuckled nervously. Michael pushed Sam against the wall and held his forearm against Sam's throat. Sam snapped and pushed Mike away getting himself free. Suddenly Sam felt a right hook landing in his eye socket. He threw a punch to Mike's side which Mike blocked and followed up with crack to Sam's jaw making him briefly retreat backwards giving Madeline enough space to get between them. "Both of you stop it "she yelled whilst still managing to flick the ash off her newly lit cigarette stub. Sam wiped the blood from his mouth "Fi had a miscarriage"
Silence fell upon the Westen household. Mike remained expressionless at Sam's unexpected announcement. Anger and hurt began to well inside him to level he found hard to bear. Releasing it the only way he knew how, he began to repeatedly punch the wall. Each punch was followed by a growl as the anger was vented. Soon his fist was soaked in blood and the skin split at the sheer force.
With tears in her eyes Madeline approached her broken Son and placed a comforting arm upon his back. At the feel of her touch he stopped, turned around and for the first time in the way a son should, he embraced his mother.
