Michael walked into Pearce's office. He found Pearce sitting at her desk with her boss who was looking at a file with her. "Sam said you wanted me to talk to Anson."

"Nice to see you too Michael. You've always been so good with small talk. Anyway, Anson won't talk to anyone and he keeps asking to speak with you. Everyone we send in, he tries to turn it into a counseling session. We need you to get in there and get the information we need." Pearce explained.

Michael took a moment to choose his words carefully. "If I get enough evidence from him that clears Fiona, she'll be released from custody as soon as possible?"

Pearce's boss, Paul McGuire, was a tall man in his fifties. He leaned across the desk and told Michael "We'll free Fiona if you can get him to admit that he was behind it all. That's the deal we are offering. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take your offer but I have one condition. When I get Anson to admit he was behind framing Fiona, I'm done and I am retiring."

Pearce sat at her desk with a smirk on her face. She knew exactly what Michael was doing.

Her boss was taking a moment to consider Michael's offer. "Fine. You get him to confess to that and you have a deal. Dani will fill you in on what we have so far, I'm going to watch the interrogation from the next room. Don't be too long. I want to get this over with."

Michael waited for her boss to leave. "HE wants to get this over with?"

"Michael calm down. He's just looking to get to the bottom of this case as fast as he can and get a conviction. He doesn't care about feelings." Pearce leaned back in her chair. "I like how you wrangled that deal with McGuire."

"I don't know what you mean. I just wanted to make sure my objective was clear to me before I got into the room."

"Call it what you want Westen. Just do me a favor and try not to beat Fullerton up too badly. I'll still need him when you leave."

Michael and Dani both got up, Michael heading into the observation room before talking to Anson.

"Michael, do you think..." McGuire began to ask a question but Michael shut him up.

"Pearce, I want the keys to uncuff him."

Pearce was shocked at his request. "Westen, you are nuts. We are not going to uncuff him. Did you forget everything he's done?"

Michael explained his reasoning. "If I uncuff him, it will level the playing field. It will be easier to talk with him. Our meetings have almost never turned violent and he's not going to try to fight me in a CIA interrogation room.

Pearce knew he was right. "Get the keys from the guard outside the door. Anything goes wrong or you feel threatened, you get out."

Michael got the keys as he was instructed. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside the small gray room.

"Michael, you look awful. Have you been sleeping? How's Fiona?" Anson asked. Michael wanted to grab the guard's gun and shoot Anson between his beady little eyes, but instead he took a deep breath and unlocked his handcuffs. Anson rubbed his wrists.

On the other side of the glass, Pearce and McGuire watched Michael interrogate Anson. At one point, it did get heated with Michael and Anson shouting at one another.

"I'm going in." McGuire announced.

"Like hell you are. Michael knows what he's doing. Anson isn't just someone you interrogate over and over until you find the smallest inconsistency in his statements and then exploit them. You have to dance with Anson. Sometimes you lead, sometimes he leads. Michael will draw him back in."

Draw him back in was the next thing Michael did. "Why do you hate Fiona so much?"

"Hate is such a strong world Michael. I prefer to think of it as a agreeable animosity we have towards each other." Anson said with a smile. "Fiona has been nothing but a thorn in my side since you were burned. I had an associate call her to tell her where to find you. I thought she'd make your life miserable and you'd be done with her. Sam and Jesse have been a moral compass for you at times, but not as much as Fiona turned out to be. She just wouldn't let go of you , so I had to make her a casualty of your blind pursuit of me so I could get you to work for me."

Michael felt his blood boil as Anson talked. "Fiona was the one person who was constantly your voice of reason. She was the proverbial angel on your shoulder. Or is she just an angel now? A body can only handle so much stress before it gives out."

Inside Michael wanted to cry, scream and beat him to death. Instead, he kept his cold, solid exterior intact and asked "So, Fiona was the one person who if she out of the way, you thought I'd do your bidding?"

"Yes. Once I got Fiona on tape admitting she killed those two guards, I knew I could get you to do anything. When I planted those explosives, I knew Fiona would have been there backing you up and knowing Fiona, I figured she'd bring an explosive or two to take down Larry for good. It just worked out perfectly that she planted her own little tiny pathetic device to maim him and when she hit her switch, I hit mine. The plan worked perfectly. She was crying to you in the loft and I had my perfect tape to blackmail for the two of you. If only you had joined Management when we wanted you to, none of this would have happened. Fiona wouldn't be on her deathbed and you wouldn't be the emotional wreck you are right now."

Anson paused and leaned on the table. "I've never seen your eyes so red and swollen. I must say though, I didn't peg you as someone who cried often, if at all. While he was beating you and your family, Frank must have taught you that men don't cry"

Michael stood up and pushed his chair under the table. Smiling, Michael grabbed Anson's hands and handcuffed them again. As he cuffed him, Michael simply said "My father also taught me that you can only fight so much before you have to walk away. I'm done. You just aren't worth it anymore. Have a nice life in hell Anson."

Michael opened the door, handed the guard the keys and walked off. Pearce and McGuire ran out of the observation room.

"Where the hell do you think you are going? Get back in there and finish the interrogation. This man is wanted for more than framing your girlfriend." McGuire shouted.

Michael turned around and stormed back, shouting "I told you that I would get a confession that he framed Fiona and then I was done. You agreed and that you would free Fiona. I got the confession. I am done. Nothing else was discussed. So regarding Anson's past activities up until he ruined my life, you need to get someone else in here."

Michael took his ID and handed it to Pearce. "Thank you for getting me the time with Fiona."

Pearce nodded and as Michael walked off she said "I'll be in touch."

Looking over at McGuire, she said. "You made the deal with him and I will back him up 100% if you try to say otherwise. Close your mouth, you are going to catch flies if you aren't careful."

Pearce headed into interrogation to talk to Anson, leaving her stunned superior in the hallway.