Chapter 3.
- "For someone's been working with me for quite a long time now, Michael, you're constantly underestimating my abilities", Fiona said while throwing a little black object back at Michael. "A modified cellphone underneath my car's seat is not exactly the best hidden object you've ever built".
- "If you talked to me about what's happening, Fi, I'd stop bothering you with things I wanted you to find", Michael answered.
- "Well, then..."
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When you're a covert operative, you learn to do your job and go back to HQ. There's no time to waste, so you learn to compartmentalize your feelings. If you finished a mission, it's done. If you finished a mission with someone else disturbing your job or threating your life, it is done, no matter what. You have no time to feel anger or to plan a personal vendetta. It makes you effective, but it's not that easy to get over if that someone messed with your mind.
- "FIONA!", Michael replied in anger after Fiona's full explanation on the calls, "I don't have to tell you how stupid it is for you to go after that killer, Natalie or whatever her name is, and also how idiot it is of you to rely on people you don't even trust!"
- "Oh, that's so sweet of you, Michael!". They were both on Michael's warehouse. Fiona kept a nervous pace while Michael were standing still. "A trust speech from a man who worked for Strickler! You should talk about relying on strangers, you mastered that. Do I have to remind you what happened? He decided to kill me, Michael, for the safety of your job! And I remember I kept warning about him, and what did you do? Kept going! Why should I bother listening to you if you don't do the same thing?"
- "Because I was not planning on killing anyone for my job, that's why."
- "He was. He was willing to take your arms trafficker ex-girlfriend from the scene just for the sake of your dream, 'superstar'!", she said, mocking Strickler's tone of voice.
- "Fiona!", he repeated. "Listen to me, Fiona, you can't do this. It's insane, even for you. Let's... think of something together. You, me and Sam."
- "This is not your fight, Michael. And it's not Sam's either. And I surely didn't ask for your help. I just told you because I need you out of my way! She started it with me, I'm gonna finish it. She fooled me, she made me trust her because I was too touched by her lies."
- "Now you're the one willing to kill for a stupid reason, because she fooled you! No wonder you were IRA."
- "Go to hell, Michael Westen!", she said while walking to the door. Michael went right after and held her by her arm. They both stared each other for a couple of seconds.
- "Fi, that's not what I meant."
- "No, no. It's exactly what you meant."
- "No, it isn't. I'm sorry, Fi. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret later. We can put her in jail, Fi, we've done that a hundred times."
- It's not your fight, Michael", she repeated calmly. "I'm not your client. You don't have to do anything because of me for I can take care of myself."
He smiled at her, letting her arm go. She didn't walk out of the house.
- "I'm sure you can, but your fights have been my fights for a long time, Fi. Come on. Let me help you."
Fiona simply shook her head. It was time to go upstairs and think of something.
