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My name is Lucy Chen and Michael Westen taught me everything I know. I'm thinking that's why after the vigorous debate on ways to get to Larry with out getting Michael killed, Sam Axe turned to me with a smile.
"I'm with Jesse. How 'bout you." He asked honestly, earning a huff from Fiona and her much more ambitious plan.
"Michael would be with Jesse." I nodded, Axe turned his face to Mrs. Westen. She shook her head fratically.
"We know where he is!" She snapped.
"We know where Larry is. We have no idea where Michael is and if we go to Larry guns blazing we never will." Jesse said softly.
"Surveillance is your bloody answer for everything!" She snorted.
"Surveillance is what you do to figure out who and what you're up against." Sam countered. "Not a bad thing to know."
"You sound like Michael." She whispered in irritation.
"Exactly."Jesse put his palms up. "Case closed, enough said. Let's break into two man teams and get out there."
"I'm with you." Fiona said stiffly, standing up and reaching for her nearest firearm.
"No." Sam raised his arm to her, shaking his head. "You are waiting until Jesse and I know what's going on up there. You and Barry and Virgil will stay here. Virge you work the phones, see if you can find out what the hell Larry wants with him anyway. Anything big going on around here. Anything shady that might need Mikes.. skill set." The other man nodded, I turned my face back to Fiona she was shaking her head in irritation. "Nate you can come with me. Jesse can take Lucy."
I replayed that in my mind for a second. Jesse can take Lucy. He looked at me and smiled. Yes Yes he can. Lucy is defiantly okay with that.
"What the hell am I supposed to do? Knit socks?" Fiona fumed.
"No." Sam exhaled slowly. "You and Barry are going to go through every one of these files we have on Larry and Michael's history together. He already used a past case to lure Mike out. There may be more answers in there."
"Super." She pouted. "I get to read 101 ways to corrupt Michael Westen. While you guys sit outside while Larry the super villian does God knows what-."
"Enough!" Jesse voice was loud, but his tone was gentle, he looked Fiona over with wide eyes and arched brows. "You hate surveillance. So drop this and do your job."
She folded her arms across her chest, but stopped running her mouth almost immediately. I was impressed. In the years I'd been acquainted with Fiona Glenanne, she'd never shut up so quickly for anyone other than Michael himself. He turned to me and I almost jumped in surprise. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah." I nodded stupidly, grabbing my weapon and hurrying after him.
…...
"So Mike was your trainer?" I jumped a little when his voice rumbled through the car. I pulled the infrared bino's from my face and looked at him for a second.
"Yeah."
"And Larry was his?"
"Larry was his." I repeated with a slight edge in my voice before sighing. "But lucky for him he'd had Sam and some other good guys before him."
"Hard to imagine Sam training Mike." He smiled a little before leaning his head back against the headrest.
"Really?" I tried to keep the edge out of my voice, but the way his face turned in my direction quickly I knew I hadn't. I couldn't help it. Sam Axe was someone who meant a lot to me. "I think Sam has a lot to teach-."
"Whoa, hey! Sam's my buddy. You don't have to sell me on him. I'm sold. He's taught me more than I can remember. I'm just saying. Mike's Mike." He waved his hands in surrender. It made me smile. He was cute, that was for sure, but it was more than that. He had this boyish exuberance that I found intriguing. He talked fast, and gestured slowly, and I found it impossible to stop smiling at him.
"It's not like he was born that way." I teased, turning back to my bino's. "He was trained."
"I guess."
"And what about you? How did you meet Michael?"
"That Agent Chen is a very long story." He blew air out of his mouth in an almost whistle.
"Agent Chen!" I laughed. "I haven't been called that in.. forever."
"Hey yeah. Why'd you get out anyway?" I could hear the sound of the bag of chips crinkle as he dug to the bottom.
"Afghanistan." I huffed bitterly. He waited for me to continue, I didn't.
"Afghanistan." He repeated. "Care to elaborate?"
"Ever been?" I glanced at him quickly.
"Nope." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Then you wouldn't understand." I went back to my search.
'Try me!" He scoffed.
"Oh so tempting Agent Porter." I purred. "But no."
"Wow." Jesse said softly. "You know I think-."
"He's moving!" I yelped quickly, leaning forward as if I could make the binoculars work better that way.
"You're sure?"
"Yes I'm sure." I hissed.
"Sam." He called into the closed channel walkies.
"Yeah Jes?"
"Larry's moving out."
"You're kidding me?" He sighed.
"Nope headed your way Sam." I said quickly.
"Okay. Nate and I will trail him." He sounded almost sad about it, Jesse winked at me. "You guys poke around here and see what you can find."
"Roger that." Porter told him with a sigh.
"Be careful. Even if Mike's sitting in the foyer with a bow and a big sign that says 'take me' I want you guys to wait for us."
"Roger that too Buddy." Jesse released the button of the walkie and turned to look at me. "Let's do this."
…...
"What the hell happened?" Virgil moaned as Jesse carried me into the living room and sat me on the sofa.
"I'm fine." I told them quickly. "It's just twisted."
"It's pretty swollen for a twist." He fiddled with my shoe before pulling it off. I bit my lip to keep from wincing. "It's at least a sprain."
"Oh goodie! Does this mean I'm not the biggest liability anymore?" Fiona asked, practically sticking her tongue out at her friend.
"Fi come on." Jesse huffed. "We have ice right?"
"In the freezer I'd think." She glared at him as he hurried off. She leaned in to me. "You did tell him that you once walked three miles with a broken pelvis right?"
"No. I left that out." I whispered to her. She raised an eyebrow before smiling wider than I'd seen since we arrived in France.
"Well played Miss. Chen." She teased, as Jesse rushed back in with ice.
"We didn't see any signs of him." Porter muttered looking at Fi. "I don't think he's there. The place was deserted. He's not going to leave Michael Westen unguarded while he slips down the road for a slushy."
"Hey!" Sam called, hurrying into the house. "Everybody okay?"
"Lucy's ankles in pretty bad shape." Jesse sighed, moving the ice around my leg. Sam's face went slack and he tilted his knowing eyes at me. "She got caught up in the fence."
"Really?" Sam looked hard at me.
"Well it did hurt!" I snapped back.
"Okay, can we put this aside and find Michael?" Fiona exclaimed, moving her hands around Jesse and I in a circle.
"It's pretty cute." Nate sighed, dropping into a chair.
"A lot cuter than what we found out." Sam shook his head.
"You found him?" My voice even sounded pleading to me.
"I think so." Sam moved across the room and sat in front of me and Fiona. "We followed Larry to a psychiatric hospital up the road."
"A.." She blinked at him. "He's got Michael in a mental institution?"
"Fi.." Sam warned, holding up his hand to her.
"Why are we still sitting here?" She stood up, I tugged her back down.
"What do you think we should do? Walk in there and demand Michael back?" I kept my hand on Fiona's arm.
Michael's wife growled before jumping off the couch and making her way back to the windows.
"We don't know what's going on." Sam sighed. "But it's time we find out."
"Sizemore's impersonated a physician before." Barry sighed, holding up a peice from the file. "He probably has Mike admitted there."
"Virgil, how's your French?" Sam asked slowly, looking from him to Nate.
"Not fluent." The old Seal snorted.
"Then start brushing up." His hand clamped down on Nate's shoulder. "I think my boy Nate here's having some psychological problems."
