Saving Grace

AU Season 6. Anson, desperate to elude prison, reveals the ace up his sleeve. There are some secrets to be brought out of the closet. He takes hostage a Catholic nun and one of her little charges. The gang races to end Anson Fullerton's game once and for all, pulling out all of the stops.

Disclaimer: All rights and claims to Burn Notice characters and recognizable plots do not belong to me, but USA. I only borrow the characters to satisfy my own plots.

It's been a long break but I have a new story idea, Happy Reading! ^_^

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Kimberly Dani Pearce was furious, she could barely think straight through her anger. She cast Michael a look of thunder before marching out of her office. Michael Westen and his girlfriend Fiona Glenanne, had both decided to come clean and unload a blackmail conspiracy from within the agency, and a plan to build an elite task force. Pearce strode through the government building purposely, but as she reached the elevator she faltered. She had no idea where she was going, if everything Michael said to her was true and she doubted he would actually lie at this stage, she had to be careful who she trust. Dani couldn't march upstairs raging on, neither could she call up Raines or Card to request a formal meeting. Shifting gears Dani moved towards the staircase and ascended to the roof to clear her head.

Michael watched Pearce storm out of her office like a woman on a mission; like all women she was frightening when she was angry. Fiona had been silent after her explanation of events to Dani, she had watched them both at the end. She watched Michael watch Pearce leave and slump into his chair, yet he was still on pins and needles. To anyone listening to their side of events, would call it farfetched but Pearce had heard out the whole story before she began her questioning. Both Fiona and Michael knew they didn't give Pearce any concrete evidence; it could easily be his word against Anson. But as her and Michael had went toe to toe, and Peace saw he didn't falter once to mull over her question, one could easily read belief in her eyes amidst the anger and frustration to being told so late in the game.

Trying to distract himself from thinking of possible outcomes which he couldn't predict, Michael eyes roamed Pearce's office. His eyes quickly scanned the view before settling on Fiona. He realized she had been quiet for a while, something Fiona did only in deep thought. Reaching his hand, Michael clasped Fiona's hand and gently rubbed circles with his thumb.

"Fi." Michael called, his tone hushed. Fiona tightened their grip as she was roused from her thoughts to find a smiling Michael. She offered him a small smile before smirking.

"How are you holding up?" Michael watched her face transform and her eyes shone with mischief, he couldn't help casting her his 1000 watt smile.

"Pretty good, I believe Pearce realized we were telling her the truth." Before either one could continue, Pearce entered her office.

"What gave you that idea, Westen?" Her voice was gravelly and her motions slow but controlled as she made her way to her chair. Her head was killing her as it struggled to process the new information while at the same time searching for a way to disprove his theory.

Michael and Fiona shared a look before turning to face Dani Pearce once again. "Pearce, I have no reason to brainstorm up a story with this many plot twists and involve my friends in it."

Dani nodded as she just looked at them both, Michael was right she did believe him but she had no idea how she could possibly help him.

Anson hurl his drinking glass across the room to smash into pieces against the wall. He yanked off his glasses and scrubbed his forehead, beads of perspiration formed on his body as the seconds ticked. He could literally feel the noose tightening around his neck as Michael Westen and Fiona Glenanne spilled the beans to Kimberly Pearce, after he had clearly explained to them the consequences if they did.

The door to his office opened revealing a petite middle aged Hispanic woman with graying hair, her face held a disapproving scowl.

"Am not cleaning that up Anson." Her voice was cold as she glared at him, they locked eyes and Anson began to calm down. He slipped his glasses back on his face and kept his arms up palm forward as he eased across the room.

The scowl on the Hispanic's face deepened and her crow's feet were etched tightly into her skin as she did.

"I am sorry Marie; I have just learned some troubling news." His voice was gentle causing Marie's face to soften a little, her anger replaced with distrust.

"Which news is that?" Her voice was now pinched and sharp. Disregarding her tone, Anson swept her into his arms and hugged her tight. He nuzzled her hair and inhaled her scent of the kitchen.

"One of my patients just suffered a relapse, but he has a young daughter. We will have to take her in." Marie violently pushed away from her husband and glared at him through slits of her eyes.

"Explain to me how that has anything to do with you? You promised Anson!" She spat the last piece at him in accusation. Anson mind moved quickly to find a way to placate his wife, he needed her to agree with him.

"Marie it's temporary." He began to soothe her slowly but seeing her mouth opening to deny him, he rushed to finish. "The girl's nanny will be here the whole time, you won't have to do a thing dear."

"If she has a nanny, then why are they coming?" Her arms folded across her chest as she waited for the next lie to come out of Anson's mouth. Anson couldn't help himself from lying, he was compulsive.

"The child is traumatized Marie, she watched the incident. Her nanny wishes for me to monitor her for a bit before she took the girl on her own." Anson fought to keep his voice calm and even, but he was cracking. His mind was circulating of a plan to secure a future without a prison cell. He had worked too hard now for it to end so easily.

"2 weeks Anson." Before she could finish speaking her mind, he grabbed her and kissed her feverishly.

"Thank you sweetheart." Anson finally spoke honestly.

"I am serious Anson, they stay for 2 weeks and that is it." She gave him a level stare until he nod. Smiling she patted his cheek before slapping him firmly.

"Clean up your mess Anson. Quickly, I was setting the dinner table." Marie turned on her heel and exited the office.

Anson gleefully gazed around the room, his mind already conjuring the image of his plan meeting completion. Anson still had an ace up his sleeve, he only had to transport it home.

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