"You want me to go to Miami? Why?" I asked Joan. She looked ill-at-ease in a place where she was usually so comfortable.
"They want you to go talk to a dangerous burned spy." Auggie put in helpfully.
"Okay... Who?" I tried to take the fact that I was being sent on another newbie mission again.
"It's not a newbie mission, Annie." Jai said, stopping at my side. Auggie and Joan simultaneously rolled they're eyes.
"Michael Westen." Joan said, her face puckering at the sound of his name. Jai had a similar reaction. Agguie's face stayed smooth however.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"You will be breifed when you reach Miami." Joan told me over her shoulder, already walking away and opening a file that Jai handed her.
"Why do they hate him?" I asked Auggie in an undertone, even though the other two were out of earshot.
"Well, it might be the fact that Westen was one of Joan's best agents before he went rouge, brought shame upon the whole department, was burned, dropped in Miami, and then went on to subsequently blow up half the city with his IRA girlfriend Fiona and ex-Navy SEAL Sam." Auggie said with his usual cheer.
"Why don't you hate him?" I asked, my interest in this mysterious man aroused.
"I tell you how I lost my sight in Iraq?" He asked calmly.
"You could say that." He hadn't told me much, just that there was an explosion.
"Well if Westen wasn't there, then we wouldn't be having this conversation." Auggie told me, his voice flat and non-revealing.
"Which is why I am coming with you to Miami. I never did get to thank him." He continued.
"Did Joan approve of that?" I questioned.
"What Joan doesn't know won't hurt her." Arthur said coming up behind me then walking away.
"He's going to tell her." Auggie told me.
"Why?" Auggie just shrugged.
"That's the way it is when you're in love." He mumbled.
"What?" I asked, sure I had misunderstood.
"Nothing. Come on, we have a plane to catch." He answered brightly. I shook my head.
"I don't have any clothes or anything packed." I complained, following Auggie nonetheless.
"Everything you need will be provided to you by the Agency." Jai appeared at my side again and fell into step with us.
"I take it your meeting with Joan was cut short." Auggie commented. Jai smiled.
"Yes. It was in my best interests to exit from what promised to be an interesting conversation." I was once again caught off guard by the silky cadence of Jai's voice. I snapped out of it at Auggie's snort.
"Interesting is a good word for it. Can we hurry up Annie, I would like to be in the air by the time their conversation is over." Agguie began to walk faster, slowing and taking a deep breath as we went through the doors and were met by a sleek, black car. Jai opened the door.
"Be careful, both of you." He said, though his eyes lingered on me.
"Sam..." I sighed into the earpiece I was wearing and rolled my eyes, even though I was alone in the loft.
"It's just a small favor Mikey! You don't even have to take off your sunglasses." Sam whined.
"Last time you said that, I had to deal with some very pissed Mexicans." I pointed out.
"Please, please, please, please, Mikey? I'll buy drinks." Sam offering to buy drinks was one of the rarest things in Miami.
"What's the job?" I gave in, knowing the minute Sam called that I would agree to do the it-is-going-to-be-really-easy-money gig, which almost always involved me being shot.
"My lady friend's sister's brother needs some help with..." Sam cut himself off.
"Maybe it would be better if I told you once you got here, Mikey. I think you should bring Jesse and Fi with you too." Sam said before hanging up. I didn't even get a third of a complaint in. I shook my head at the absence of people in the loft and speed dialed Fiona.
"Hey MIchael. You wanna come over, you're gonna love my outfit." I smiled at Fi's antics.
"No time, Fi. I told Sam I would help with his new gig." I told her regretfully. She sighed.
"Uhg. Where?" She demanded.
"I'll come pick you up." I said, thankful that she was helping. I hung up and sped faster down the causeway.
When I knocked on Fiona's door, I didn't get what I expected when I opened the door.
"Jesse?" I demanded, batting his gun out of my face.
"Hey Mike, I was just about to call you." He exclaimed, stepping back to let me in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. stalking into the room.
"Fi called me after you called her. She said you had a job." He said, smiling.
"Where's Fi?" I questioned, walking to the fridge. Jesse opened his mouth to respond when Fiona walked into the room.
"Right here. Let's go." She grabbed a gun from the coffee table and moved toward the door. Jesse and I stood and stared at her. She turned toward us.
"What?" She demanded.
"Nothing." We said simultaneously, following her out of the condo to my car.
"So where are we going?" Jesse asked from the backseat of the Charger.
"That's what I am going to find out." I answered, putting in my blue-tooth and calling Sam.
"Hey Mikey." He answered, trying to cover worry with cheer. I picked up on it immediately.
"What's wrong Sam?" I questioned, shushing Jesse and Fi with a glare.
"Well there may have been some immanent danger at my clients house, so I brought him to the loft." Sam said, rushing his words.
"Great. I'll be there in ten." I rolled my eyes and quickly hung up, starting going just a little bit faster.
I arrived at the loft at the same time as a sleek, black car. A blond woman and a lanky brown haired guy slid out. They approached me. The man look familiar, but I shook it off. I stepped out of my car and stood in front of it, smirking slightly and Fiona and Jesse came to stand behind me in triangle formation.
"You sure as hell better be some of Sam's clients." I told them. The man waved a laser light type thing around the driveway for the loft. I quickly pulled out my gun and heard Jesse and Fi do the same. The man smiled and seeing the the woman with his smiled as well.
"Nice to meet you again, slash see you again Michael Westen." The guy said, irony in his voice and his eyes focused out in space behind me.