AN: Thanks for the continued love towards this story but I have some sad news; there is one more chapter followed by an epilogue and then this story is complete. I enjoyed writing this story and I'm happy that I convinced myself to post it (I almost didn't). On the brighter side, this isn't my last BN fanfic. To those that read my other story LWH I must apologize for not posting the sequel but I ran into a serious writer's block with it so I had to put it aside for a bit but I will finish it. I promise! On the other hand, I do have another fanfic that I'll be posting soon and unlike my other posted BN stories, this one is very dark.

Happy reading :)

The next few months flew by and life seemed as close to normal as normal could get for the Westen family and friends. Since Anson's death, Pearce was able to easily take down the few remaining people in the organization. Michael's burn notice was permanently lifted with an official apology from the agency attached to it. Thanks to Michael's efforts and with the help of Pearce, they discovered 53 other spies who were mistakenly burned over the years and even though most of them were deceased, they hoped that by clearing their names it would give their families and souls the peace they so deserved.

Once Michael was officially reinstated, he turned around and handed in his resignation. The agency was shocked but he explained that his only goal was to clear his name. Now that he had Fiona and a baby on the way, he didn't want to be anywhere but home. Pearce assured him that his name had been once again eradicated from any law enforcement databases, that he was allowed to travel again, and that his accounts were unfrozen. He was somewhat safer now that it would be difficult for his enemies to find him and he would never have to worry about money again.

Still, he couldn't leave Miami. The city he had despised growing up in had become his home once again. He continued to help Sam and Jesse with jobs and sometimes Fiona would tag along too if Michael didn't outright plead and beg for her to stay home. She would get angry at him and complained of boredom until Michael finally suggested she search for a house for them. This seemed to appease Fiona temporarily until she reached her ninth month of pregnancy, where she became so cranky and irritable that Michael let her do whatever she wanted because the last time he tried to reason with her, he ended up with a black eye.

Her belly was small considering she was almost full term and Michael jokingly wondered if she was going to give birth to a hamster. She had a slight waddle but other than that she was able to maneuver and walk with no problems. She was one of the lucky few who took to pregnancy like a champ.

Michael was currently roped into another job and against his better judgement, he had taken Fiona along to do surveillance. He figured it wasn't dangerous and she knew her limits. The job involved another drug cartel trying to take over a town situation. They figured out that the head of the crew in Miami, Carlos Rodriguez, was working on his own and without his bosses' knowledge. Sam and Jesse were currently in Jacksonville trying to talk the head honcho of the drug mob to reign in his overzealous crew stationed in Miami. All Michael had to do was keep tabs on the cartel until they got back. They didn't like the idea of making deals with a drug kingpin, but they knew they had no other choice.

Michael and Fiona had been sitting in the car for almost four hours when Fiona started to shift uneasily.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked in concern.

"I have to pee again," Fiona confessed as she blew out a breath in frustration.

Michael chuckled and started up the car. He drove down the street to a little corner restaurant and parked.

"I'll be right back," Fiona replied before she climbed out of the car and practically ran into the restaurant.

As he sat there waiting he did what any trained operative would do and checked his surroundings. As he checked his rear view mirror, he recognized the car that pulled up behind him as one of the cartel member's vehicle. He quickly looked out the side view mirrors and realized members of the crew were closing in, trying to blend in but taking turns glancing at his vehicle.

"Damn it," He spit through his teeth.

Fiona waltzed out of the restaurant and Michael witnessed the mob shift at her exit. Fiona noticed it too but played it off like she was oblivious.

"Michael…" She hummed as she got into the vehicle.

"I know Fi, I know. We're being watched."

Michael started the engine and took off down the road. They both looked out the mirrors and saw several men pile into cars and pull out after them. They both knew it was too many to fight alone.

"Damn it our cover's blown! We gotta find someplace to hide until Jesse and Sam return," Michael muttered as he floored the gas pedal.

Fiona dialed Jesse's number. "Hey where are you guys?"

"On our way back. Mr. boss man wasn't too happy with the news we delivered along with the evidence we provided. He's in the car behind us," Jesse explained.

"Well do you think you can hurry it along because half the crew is chasing us down right now."

"What? You gotta be kidding me! Drive to a police station or call 911," Jesse suggested.

"Did you forget they own the police?" Fiona huffed. "Ask Sam if he knows of a safe house we can get to."

She heard Jesse ask Sam but she couldn't hear Sam's answer. "Hold on Fi, lemme put you on speaker phone," Jesse said.

"Fi, what's your location," Sam asked.

"We're heading south on route 7," Fiona answered.

"Hmm," Sam pondered. "Oh wait, I got just the place. Tell Mikey to turn onto 8th street. There's a foreclosed three story office building there. You two should be able to hold out there until we can get to you."

"How long will that be?"

"Five hours if we're lucky," Jesse answered.

Fiona scoffed. "You might as well bring body bags by that point."

"Come on Fi, even preggo you can hold your own. You guys will be fine. Just tell Carlos that the boss is on his way down if you need to buy some time. Good luck," Sam expressed.

Fiona blew out a frustrated breath as she snapped her phone shut. "We're on our own for the next five hours or so until they can get here. Sam said to turn on 8th street and go to a three story office building that's been abandoned."

"That's just great. I should just drive right to a police station," Michael quipped.

Fiona looked out the side view mirror. "We won't make it out of this jurisdiction and as I already reminded Jesse, the cartel has the police in their pocket."

"I know, I know it's just...I have a bad feeling about this," Michael confessed.

More cars joined the chase and they were closing in on them quickly. Michael pushed his car to 100mph until he saw the signs for 8th street and slammed on the brakes before drifting the Charger onto the side road. He watched the cars behind him crash as they tried to follow but some managed to get through.

"There Michael, that looks like it," Fiona exclaimed as she pointed to a white building. Michael quickly turned into the parking lot and drove the vehicle right up to the front door. They made it inside the building just as the drug cartel pulled in. They quickly used what they could and secured all the entrances before they sprinted up to the top floor.

Fiona stopped to catch her breath while Michael looked out a window to assess their situation. About two dozen men stood outside, each of them strapped with a handgun. He watched as the leader divided them up and sent them around the building.

"They're surrounding us," Michael stated. When Fiona didn't respond he glanced back at her and found her looking down. Following her gaze he lowered his eyes to the floor and noticed the carpet was saturated between her feet. "Oh Fi, please tell me that's not what I think it is."

Fiona caught his panicked expression and forced a smile. "It's okay Michael. First pregnancies usually take hours."

Michael gritted his teeth. "We're surrounded by a gang of criminals and Sam and Jesse are hours away! There's a good chance that you're not going to make it to the hospital in time!"

Fiona gripped her stomach as a contraction rippled through her. It was a little more painful now that her water broke but it was tolerable. "So I was feeling contractions all day."

"Fiona! You've been having contractions this whole time and you didn't tell me!" Michael shouted as he yanked at his hair.

"We'll be fine Michael, stop getting your boxers in a twist. Sam said to tell Carlos that Mendoza is on his way to Miami. Maybe he'll let us go and flee if he knows that little tidbit of information," Fiona quipped nonchalantly.

Michael opened his mouth to say something but then thought better of it and clamped it shut before he walked back over to the window. Carlos and a few of his men were standing in the parking lot while the rest of the crew was out of view.

He sighed as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number that Sam had given him to use in case things didn't go as planned. He watched below as Carlos pulled out his cell phone and answered.

"Who is this?" Carlos demanded.

"I'm the man you currently have entrapped in an office building," Michael answered.

Carlos laughed. "You've been spying on me, watching my people with your little lady friend. I don't like people who stick their nose in my business."

"Yeah sorry about that but I was given orders to do a little recon for the big boss man," Michael lied smoothly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, your boss in Jacksonville, Juan Mendoza. He's on his way down here but he wanted a little investigating done before he got here." Michael watched as Carlos' face became pale.

"You lie," Carlos spat.

"Mr. Mendoza left Jacksonville about an hour ago. Imagine how upset he'll be if you kill his private investigator. That's not gonna look good for you at all, Carlos. Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. If you let me and my wife go, I'll put in a good word for you when Mr. Mendoza gets here. Trust me Carlos, you're gonna need it because if Mr. Mendoza finds out what you've been doing behind his back…" Michael let out a low whistle.

"You're not going anywhere until I have proof that Mr. Mendoza is one his way here!" Carlos barked.

Michael sighed. "Well, how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

Michael watched Carlos smile. "I have people who will check it out for me."

"At least let my wife go. She wasn't supposed to be here," Michael pleaded.

"You should of thought about that before you brought her. No one leaves!"

"Fine, but let me warn you; if any of your men step foot in here, I will shoot them," Michael warned.

Carlos laughed. "Don't you worry amigo, none of my men will enter. There's no need when we got the building surrounded. So until I hear back from my men about Mr. Mendoza, neither of you are to step foot out here or I will kill you both. Until then, make yourself cozy, especially your pregnant esposa. I hear stress can make a woman go into premature labor," Carlos sneered.

Too late. Michael thought.

"Call me back at this number after you talk to your men," Michael snapped before he slammed the phone shut. "Well the good news is we don't have to worry about them coming in here. Bad news is he's not letting us go until he has proof that Juan is coming to Miami. He claims he has people on the inside but I think he's bluffing," Michael explained as he approached Fiona with a concerned look. "I'm afraid we're stuck here until Jesse and Sam arrive. I'm sorry Fi, I shouldn't have brought you along."

"I'm the one who begged to tag along," Fiona reasoned before she bit her lip as another contraction started.

"Fiona, that's the second contraction you've had since we got here…," Michael paused before he looked at his watch. His eyes widened when he saw the time. "Fifteen minutes ago!"

"It seems your daughter has about as much patience as I do," Fiona joked before she became serious. "Michael, I think you need to start looking for supplies, just in case…"

Fiona didn't need to finish her sentence. They both knew it was a very real possibility that Michael would be delivering their child in the abandoned office building while surrounded by armed men that were out for their blood.