Chapter 9: The Begining

"If you don't tell me the truth…"

Pressing the barrel of the gun harder, against Sam's temple… Sam sighed deeply; his mind was elsewhere after hearing the commotion outside, knowing Michael had gotten himself into trouble... He was inches away from asking what had happened, pausing he stopped himself and licked his dry sore lips for a second before taking his eyes to the man before him.

"I've told you all I know"

The words slowly escaped his lips, tired and fed up of this little game. It was true... he did not know exactly too much, but he knew enough for them, yet they still played at him regardless.

"So, you're telling me… Michael Westen had nothing to do with this?"

His question sharp, like a razor blade. A hint of hesitation in his voice... removing the gun from Sam's temple… he started to pace slowly. Clenching his hands, he knew Sam was not telling him everything…

With a crooked smile...

"You're lying to protect your friend, how sweet of you Sam"

The butt of the gun clashed with the back of Sam's head, knocking him unconscious... the lack of energy caused him to instantly black out from the rapid impact and suffering. None of them had seen any food or drink for the pass hours that seemed to be a lifetime. They were all exhausted and hurt... either mentally or physically. Walking out of the room, frustrated he began to form another plan within his depraved mind… heading straight for Fiona. If Sam was not going to talk… Maybe Michael would. If he was involved, he would know… and there was no way, he'd allow Fiona harmed in any way. Take what happened earlier for a small example… A smile took over his straight face.

"Fiona…"

His hands traced her cheek and neck, admiring her. The smile on his face grew larger, knowing Michael was well aware of what he was doing. His back turned to the burnt spy. Fiona's eyes never left Michael, a hint of anger in her eyes… She watched him deeply, hoping he wouldn't do another stunt like before.

'Don't be an idiot Michael' she thought to herself, wishing she could shout out to him the exact same words…

Michael knew what was coming… feeling his heart thump deeply within his chest, as much as he wanted to hide it he was scared of what may come... clearly Sam was keeping his mouth shut, like the loyal trustworthy man that Sam is.

Turning to Michael, dragging a near by chair to his side, sitting down on it... face to face with Michael, he sat on the chair backwards, resting his arms over the back of the chair, letting the gun he held dangle from his fingers, swinging it from side to side, his eyes never leaving Michael's gaze.

"So… do you remember case 2665?"

He asked his tone low and irritated. He was clearly not getting the right answers from Sam. Michael needed to see the files just as Sam did, this wasn't enough information to remember, considering it was either so many years ago or something they didn't want to remember. Erased from their minds...

"I'll need the files"

He replied subtly, he wasn't going to take any crap. Not anymore if it concerned Fiona's safely.

Grunting at the reply, he shifted off the seat and headed back into the room, almost instantly he made his way back with the files in hand. Scanning through the files quickly, he knew exactly what this was all about and why Sam hadn't told them that he was in fact deeply involved… so involved that, he was the reason they were all here. Keeping a straight face, Michael lifted his head from the papers and looked through the leaders eyes, intensely.

"Ready to talk Michael?"

His eyes staring deeply into Michael's as he sat down before him, resting his arms on the back of the chair once again. He kept in his laughter and urge for a wicked smile to cross his lips... He knew Michael finally identified what was going on. Fi looked over the leaders shoulder, a shocked look crossed her face, and she was shocked he knew what was going on… She shook her head at him, trying desperately to get Michael not to talk to him.

"This wasn't any of my fault"

Michael started; only to have the butt of a gun hit across his right cheek, piercing his skin. Splitting it causing a cut that instantly surged with blood. Wincing as he took in the pain, biting his tongue and gritting his teeth, not letting the impulsive pain bother him and expose to Fi.

"How can you not say that this wasn't any of your fault, those were your men yes? That is you. You bombed the place"

His fingers tapped the photos as he guided Michael, tapping hard on the papers, pointing at them and showing him the photo's revealing Michael leading the men on the surveillance photos, quite a few placed in the folder for evidence. Michael swallowed hard, the way he viewed this was wrong… He looked at it from the wrong point of view, from his soldier's point of view….

"You're not getting your facts right"

Michael shook his head, the man before him was holding a massive painful grudge against him for all the wrong reasons, and at least he believed so. Towering over him, his hands clenched so tightly, knuckles losing it's color turning white. Waving off his right hand man to the room to check on Sam, Damon watched from behind, almost scared shitless of what was happening... his hands behind his back, fidgeting and shaking.

Taking out a large 8 ½ inch combat knife from his belt behind his back, releasing it from it's pouch he wrapped an arm around Michael's neck, now behind him choking him with all of his strength….Michael grinded his teeth, soon giving up and gasping for air… his eyes watering from the intense pressure against his throat. The sharp blade pressed against his neck, a small swipe was made slightly piercing his skin, the tone in the man's voice rose, starting to scream into Michael's ears… Michael kept an eye on him, his face practically against his, spitting at him as he spoke. His voice so husky and aggressive.

"Don't you dare tell me…?"

He pressed harder against Michael's throat, causing him to gasp even more for any speck of air he could gather, but the strength was far too great. As he heard the sounds of desperation and suffering a smile crossed his lips… the moment the smile slipped, Fiona could take no more, Fed up with him harming Michael, threatening him, Hurting… Hurting him…

Launching from her chair, unchained and full of adrenaline and hatred. She caught him off guard; kicking him straight in the neck, causing him to immediately collapse unconscious... she knew where the fragile points in a human being where. Not wasting any time, breathing swift from the outburst of rage and rushing adrenaline, she looked over her shoulder to Damon... who finally moved and helped restrain the Leader before he awoke from the shock. Fi let him take over, her fingers tightly held on Michael's arms before seeing that he had passed out from the lack of air. Fi scuttled to make sure he was breathing, his chest had that familiar rhythm, and she sighed in deep relief, her hand pressed softly against his lips and face double-checking for his vital signs. Resting her head in between his shoulder and neck for a moment, taking in what had just happened and how dreadful it could have ended... she needed a moment to gather herself together. Listening to Michael's breathing helped her gather herself together. she slowly made her way to his hands, sore and red from the thick rope that bound him, they were much tighter than hers… did they under estimate her? Either way, she struggled to free his hands. Her eyes moved to the man just inches from her, lying on his stomach…tied, unable to move, restricted to hurt Michael again… Damon had tied his hands and feet, taking his combat knife and firearm. Staying with him in case he came through and started screaming and struggling to be let free.

Finally releasing Michael's hands from the rope, she softly rubbed his wrists, soothing them in any way she could at the time before starting on his ankles. Releasing them she scattered the rope from them and grabbed a hold of the firearm of the leader, she wanted to sit with Michael but she needed to make sure Sam was ok, and to take out the other "guard" as soon as possible.

Reaching the room where Sam had been held, she opened the door to see that Sam and the guard were nowhere to be seen, an empty chair. Papers scattered all over the floor and drops of blood which tailed off without a trace.. Fi's heart started to hammer, she looked back to see Michael slowly waking up, Damon keeping his sharp eyes on the leader. She battled her fear for Sam and tried her best to figure something out, Quick.