I got the idea for this from the Burn Notice/White Collar promo, What Grenade? Basically this is how I think it should have been done. Loafer, here you go! Enjoy, everyone!
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Fiona Glenanne looked irritated as she dug through her purse. Her cell phone was ringing, and it seemed to be lost somewhere in the midst of fake IDs, tubes of lipstick with trackers hidden inside, and a block of C-4.
Beside her, Michael Westen smiled as he sipped his wine. Always amusing to him were Fiona's little moments of frustration (when it wasn't aimed at him).
In an effort to reach the ringing cell phone, Fiona began pulling things out of her purse.
Michael arched a dark brow when she produced a handgun and placed it on the table by her dinner plate.
Finally she retrieved the phone and opened it, but she was too late. "Damn, I missed it!"
At that moment, a tall, dark haired man with large blue eyes walked by Michael and Fiona's table. Spotting the handgun, he frowned. "Do you have a permit for that weapon?" he queried, pointing to the sidearm.
Closing her phone, Fiona pulled her napkin from her lap and dropped it over the gun. "What weapon?"
Lassiter continued to point at the gun. "The one right there."
Michael motioned to the napkin. "That's a napkin," he injected smoothly.
"I can literally see it."
Tilting her head slightly to the side, Fiona said, "Well, that's my cell phone." She gave him an innocent look.
"Well, then what is that?" Lassiter questioned, pointing to the cell phone she clutched in her hand.
Without missing a beat, Fiona replied, "My other cell phone."
"She's a big… talker," Michael explained, resting one finger against the side of his face.
Lassiter looked dubious.
Fiona lifted her purse to place it over her gun. "Let's just pretend this never…" But her grip loosened slightly, and a grenade rolled out of her purse, onto the table. "…happened…"
Michael hid his face in his hand.
Lassiter stared at the item that had rolled out of Fiona's purse. "Is that a grenade?"
Not even looking at the grenade, Fiona gave the striking Irishman a charming smile.
"What grenade?"
The End!
A/N: Ahahaha, we desperately need a Burn Notice/Psych promo! I cannot believe there isn't one already! AHHH! Thanks for reading, and please review!