A/N: I know that Fanfiction has issues with a chapter just being an author's note, so there will be some content at the end of this. Sadly to say, that the past several months have not gone well at all (starting from around the last update or soon after), and I went into a period where I didn't write. During that time, the ideas that I had for this story seem to have shrivled away. With the premiere of the new season, I don't feel like I can really try and force things to continue on this, because of how far off it got from the actual story. That being said, you may see a revisit to the story line without Fi's issues from jail sometime in the future, but for now, I am going to mark this as complete since I can't continue. I hope to continue with Burn Notice fics in the future, but in the mean time, you can enjoy my Flashpoint fic. Sorry to not continue this, I was also looking forward to see how Fi resolved her jail-abuse issues.

Fiona

The girl paled.

"Everglades?" She whispered.

"That doesn't mean anything. Her phone could have been dumped out there. Besides, there isn't good reception in the Everglades, she's probably in some dinky little town just outside of them. Right Sam?" I glared at him.

"Er, right." Sam nodded.

Michael's phone rang. He rose and walked around the pool.

"There are plenty of grimy hotels in dinky towns like that." I continued. "She could be being held there."

"Fi, I don't think your helping much." Sam said slowly.

Michael came back to the table.

"Fi, we've got to go. Dani wants to see you. Sam, can you look into where Julie might have been?"

I sighed and rose. "I thought that you were her plaything. Not me." I grumbled to Michael and walked with him back to the Charger. Sam stayed behind.

"She just wants to talk, Fi. She's why you're out."

"I know, Michael." I flopped dramatically into the passenger seat. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Would you rather have stayed in prison? Where people where hurting you on purpose?"

"Of course not. Ansem got me in there, and I was waiting for you and the CIA to nab him so I could get out. "

"And they have him. In CIA prison. Which didn't help getting you out since Agent Pierce and the CIA didn't want to risk Ansem in federal prison. He's much to slippery for that."

Michael pulled into the parking lot across from the building that the CIA was using for their Miami offices. We walked into the air-conditioned lobby and I shoved my sunglasses up on top of my head. One arm around my waist, Michael directed me up the elevator and to Agent Pierce's office.

"Miss Glennanne." Agent Pierce pulled off her glasses and looked at me.

"Agent Pierce." I returned, ignoring the chair she motioned towards.

"Let's cut right to the chase, shall we? You and Michael are going to do a job for me. There is this man, Tavian October. Rich, life of the party, and an arms dealer."

I wanted to ask what is wrong with arms-dealing, but I kept my mouth shut. Agent Pierce was hardly ever in a joking mood from what I had seen of her. It wouldn't have surprised me if she didn't have a funny bone in her body.

"You two are to approach him as interested customers. Find out where he is storing his guns after he gets in a shipment, and set off a tracker."

"And once we have him tied up with a ribbon and a bow, then what? The CIA takes him away? I didn't realize the CIA was that interested in arms dealers."

"He is selling guns internationally, and locally to people who are here illegally."

A/N cont: and that is where the plot-line died. Sorry for the weird cliffhanger.