A/N: So, I'm back in college now. This semester I am student teaching, so while I have a few more chapters completed as a buffer, there may be periods of a few days between uploads, depending on how much grading and lesson planning I have.

The door to the loft banged open. Without missing a beat, Fi pulled the gun from my waistband and spun to point it towards the door, directly at Sam.

"Fiona!" He laughed nervously, raising both hands into the air. "It's nice to see you again."

"Put the gun down Fi." I murmured into her ear. "Sam hasn't done anything."

"Yet." She grumbled as a response, and slowly lowered the gun.

"So, Agent Pierce was successful in getting you out of prison?" Sam asked, pulling up a chair to sit in.

"Would I be here if she hadn't been?" Came the acidic reply.

I tightened my arm around Fiona's waist, a warning to play nice that she probably was going to ignore anyway. Sam gave another nervous chuckle and locked his eyes on me, as if that would protect him from Fiona if she really wanted to hurt him. If I was lucky, I would be able to.

"Is there something that you want, Sam?" I sighed.

Fiona had discreetly wiped her eye on my shirt collar as she grabbed the gun, but since she was still holding it, there was no doubt that she would probably shoot Sam if he made any mention of her crying. Hopefully if she did shoot him, it would just be his knee or foot, nothing life threatening.

"Well, yeah. Mikey, you remember Elsa right?"

"Your spa owner girlfriend?" I did. Sam had convinced her that I should get a full body massage soon after the FBI had taken Fi into custody. If he brought up the massage, Fi would shoot him for sure.

"Yeah. Well, she had this client that she sees from time to time. Poor girl got beat up pretty bad by her stepdad about a year ago. It ended up paralyzing her, but she still goes in to see Elsa. Now the girl's mother isn't answering phone calls, for the past two weeks. Which has never happened. And the girl is scared that her stepdad has done something."

"And you told Elsa that I could help." I sighed.

"well, more like I said I could help, and that I knew this guy who was really great with the evil step-father stuff, so…"

Fi slid discreetly off of my lap, her finger still on the trigger of my gun.

"And, now that Fi's back, maybe she could help too. With the girly stuff."

"And what makes you think that I would want to do this girly stuff?" She demanded.

I snatched the gun from her and blocked a punch. Fi glared at me and reached for the gun.

"Well, you are a girl, Fi." Sam continued.

"Thanks for noticing." She snarled.

"Alright. Both of you." I cut in loudly, but my eyes were on Fi.

Though she was lunging for Sam like she would have before everything with Ansem had happened, I could see in her eyes that her usual spark wasn't there. She was only trying to keep up appearances around him. I made a mental note to get whatever had happened at the prison out of her the moment Sam left. It would probably involve her giving me several bruises.

"Please, Michael." Sam said. "Elsa is a very special lady to me, and she's really worried about this girl."

"Don't beg Sam. It's not becoming." Fi said in her fake sweet voice.

"Alright. Fine." I said with a sigh.

"Great! We're meeting her at her spa in 45 minutes. Think the two of you can make it there?"

"We'll make it, Sam."

He bounded to his feet and out of the loft. Slowly, I released my grip on Fi's arm, waiting for her to take a swing at me. Instead she rose to her feet and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

"I'm getting a shower." She called over her shoulder, and yanked the door shut behind her.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. After Agent Pierce had called me into her office, I had felt some glimmer of hope that I would finally get Fi back. When she had actually turned Fi over to me, I was elated. But Fi had changed in the six months she had been gone, perhaps more than she ever had the times when I had been gone myself, when Vaughn had taken me, and when I had first gone back to DC. Yet I was still holding onto the hope that she would be back to her normal feisty self in the next couple of days. Maybe if I let her shoot this girl's stepfather…