A very short update, because I am evil! Enjoy!
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After hours on the phone talking to old buddies, Sam finally went back to the loft. It was late and he wasn't sure if Fiona would be there, but he had to check. She wasn't answering her phone.
He parked the Caddy by the stairs, then hurried up the stairs and into the lift. "Fi?" he called.
"Kitchen, Sam."
He hurried into the kitchen in time to see Fiona holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand. "I may have a lead."
It took a moment for it to register, but when it did, she slammed the bottle down. "Let's go."
He didn't have to be told twice.
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Their destination was two hours away, and the ride there was mostly silent. Fiona didn't care where or how Sam got the information. All that mattered was whether or not it panned out. If it did and they found Michael, she would be beyond ecstatic. But if it turned out to be nothing… well, she didn't let her mind even linger on the thought. She had to hope and pray they were about to find Michael.
Sam was lost in his own thoughts during the trip. The source he'd gotten the tip from wasn't the most reliable, but when it really counted, he usually came through. So Sam allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe, they were about to get Mikey and take him home.
The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, affording them plenty of darkness to hide for at least another fifteen minutes or so. Sam brought the Caddy to an easy stop outside of a modest house on a secluded street.
Fiona looked around when he stopped. "He's here?"
"That's what my guy thinks."
"Good." Fiona pulled out her Walther and squeezed it reassuringly. Then she reached for the handle of the door.
"Whoa, Fi, what are you doing?"
Fiona looked at him as though he was completely insane. "I'm going to get Michael," she said slowly.
"Don't you think we should come up with some kind of plan?"
"I have a plan." Fiona shoved the door open. "I'm going to get Michael." And with that, she got out of the Caddy and strolled up the driveway that led to the house.
Sam swore and got out of the car as well. Huffing, he chased after Fiona, catching her by the arm just before she reached the door. "Fi!"
Spinning around, Fiona drove her fist into Sam's gut. Then she exploded into the house, gun in hand.
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Michael startled awake, his heart pounding. He had dreamt about the woman again, and every time it did, it hurt more and more.
Sitting up in the bed, he wiped the sweat off of his forehead. There was another strange noise, and he turned his head. "Larry?"
No response.
Confused, he carefully got out of the bed and stumbled across the floor. Another banging sound reached his ears.
What the hell was going on?
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Inside of the house, Fiona searched the living room. There was no furniture, not even a light bulb, and it was clear that no one had lived there in a long time. It was the perfect spot to hide a kidnap victim. She immediately began searching the house for anything out of the ordinary.
Sam finally came inside a few minutes later, his hand on his gut. That woman packed a hell of a punch for someone so little. "Fi?"
Finally he found her in the hall. "Fiona…"
"Shh," Fiona hissed. "I heard something."
Sam looked around. It didn't look like anyone had been in the house in months. But he trusted Fiona. Pulling his own gun, he followed her.
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Fumbling along the wall, Michael found a door and slowly opened it. "Larry?" He eased out of the room, one hand on the wall to support himself.
There was another noise, this time much closer, and his gut twisted.
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Spotting another hallway, Fiona crept down it, her heart pounding furiously. She could hear Sam directly behind her, and that was reassuring. Though he wasn't Michael, she trusted him to have her back. They would protect each other.
"Fiona."
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Hearing a soft voice, Michael stopped where he was.
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Fiona came to a sudden stop, and so did Sam.
"Sam…"
To Be Continued...
A/N: *evil laughter* Review!