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Throwing his keys and phone into the tray to his right, Michael prepared himself for the fully body search that was only moments away. He walked thought the x – ray machine and proceeded to spread his legs for the highly unwanted physical contact that was about to ensue. The security guard took the photos and paper out of Michael's top pocket and examined them each in turn. When he was fully satisfied that there was no immediate threat he handed Michael the pictures and gestured for him to pass to an area where he was greeted by another security guard who would escort him to the Medical facilities.
Fiona heard the door open. It had become a somewhat familiar sound of the course of the last 6 hours. With her back facing the door she didn't turn to look, she didn't even stir; assuming that it was another Nurse that had come to check her vitals. Fiona was unsettled by the silence that had accompanied the presence in the room, but still she didn't move.
Michael nodded to the guard in thanks and waited for him to leave before he spoke. Swallowing the emotion that was stuck in his throat he managed to utter a gravelly sounding "Fi?"
Fiona let out a small sob. She wanted to move, to turn but she was afraid. She was scared that her mind and the medication were playing tricks on her. It couldn't be him. There's no way he could have gotten clearance this quickly given the circumstances she thought.
Taking a step closer Michael repeated her name. Letting out another sob, Fiona began to move. She couldn't help herself. She prepared herself for the disappointment she was sure she was going to face, and propping herself up on her elbow she turned to face the door.
"Michael?"
Michael took the last few strides towards her and perched himself on the edge of her bed. He took her hand and kissed it before looking her over, whilst soothing the side of her face with his hand. His hand lingered at the side her head as he searched for the words that would tell her how he was feeling. When the words didn't come he let his overwhelming desire for more physical contact to take over and with all that was in his heart he kissed her.
When he pulled away from her he handed her the letter she had written him before handing herself in. "You kept it?"
"in my wallet with your hair grip" he smirked.
"Well Michael that's bad tradecraft, keeping notes, you know that" She bit her bottom lip to stop her smile from spreading. She didn't want him to see the delight in her eyes at the fact he had kept the letter.
"Well Fi, what can I say I must be going soft in my old age, I've spent far too much time with Sam"
Fiona let out a little laugh that made Michael well up inside. He had missed her more than he had realised. Silence fell upon the room for longer than was comfortable; neither one wanted to talk about the reality of their situation. Not wanting to look Fi in the eye when he spoke his next words Michael stood up and walked away from the bed. "Thank you Fi. I wish you hadn't, but I know you did it for me."
Fiona nearly choked at the sound of the thank you emanating from the Man she loved. This was unprecedented, un-heard of. Careful of the words she chose to reply with, she calmly and quietly replied "You didn't know where to draw the line, So I did"
This hit Michael like a punch to the throat He turned sharply to face her " Fi, I could have fixed this I could have sorted it out. I am grateful but I don't agree with what you did"
"Are you really that Arrogant Michael?" She barked as she swivelled her legs around so they hung off the edge of the bed.
"Fi you're sat in in a Federal Prison. What part of that was a good idea?"
"The part where it saves u from being Ansons Lap dog" Fiona yelled in reply.
"I was dealing with it"
"And doing a great job you were too" Fiona quipped sarcastically.
"Whatever I was doing was better that you handing yourself in to the fed's while you were pregnant with MY Child"
The yelling stopped and the damming silence filled the room. Michael wanted to say sorry and take her in his arms but he couldn't he needed to hear her excuses he needed to know why. He stared at her with both disappointment and respect. He hated what she had done but couldn't help having the utmost respect for her; doing what she did took strength and courage; two of the things he loved about her.
Fiona pushed herself up off the bed and began to pace. "That Son of a bitch, I knew I couldn't trust that booze hound"
"Fi lay off Sam he only confirmed it" Michael jested, trying to defend Sam. After all there was no advantage to getting him into trouble with Fi. "it was Pearce"
"Oh" came Fi's reply. After a long pause she continued weaving her web of lies "Michael, I uh didn't know. Not until.."
Fiona looked at Michael waiting for his response. She was confused when he said nothing and moved his hand to his pocket and presented her with some photographs. She took them from him without taking her eyes from his gaze. She felt her hand rub against hers and this made her ache for the closeness they had briefly shared just moments ago.
"what are these?" she asked before she had even glimpsed at them.
"My mom thought you'd like some pictures"
Fi took her gaze from him and looked down at the photos, wondering what he was up to, she had known him long enough to know that there was an ulterior motive. She looked at each one in turn and every time she looked at the next one she looked for his response, but there wasn't one. Then she happened upon the picture of their unborn child and it all became clear. She began to tremble he body became heavy.
"If you knew why didn't ya just say? "She whispered in desperation, her eyes on the scan the whole time
"I was giving you the opportunity to tell me the truth Fi. To tell me that you knew I was going to be a father but you kept it from me!"
"Damn it Michael I'm not one of your suspects that needs interrogation. I'm ..I don't even know what I am..what we are"
"Fi…" Michel was cut short by Fi turning her back on him and taking a few steps away. "Fi you can't just turn away"
Fiona didn't reply she reached out for the bed and leant forward letting out a sharp cry.
"Fi?" Michel hurried towards her and as she let out another cry of pain he put his arms around her. Instinctively her hands found his and with all her strength she pushed down on his hands hoping it would ease the pain. Michael easily took her weight and let me squeeze his hands as hard as she could even though her strength brought tears to his eyes.
"Fi are ok? Whats wrong?"
"I don't know " Fiona gasped through the pain.
Michael shouted as loud as he could for the nurses and as he waited he felt his legs become warm and his trousers become damp. Before he could process it two Nurses ran in and ushered themselves on to either side of Fi and helped her on to the bed. One of the nurses reached for the red emergency button above her bed whilst the other ushered Michael to the door.
"What's wrong with her, what's happening" Michael demanded, exuding the directness that came with being a CIA Agent.
"She's suffering a second haemorrhage; she's being prepped for surgery"
Before Michael could respond he was jolted by another two nurses rushing past him. As he tried to force his way to the forefront the nurse that had addressed him earlier forced him back towards the door. "Please sir you need to let us do our job."
Michael nodded whilst doing all he could to keep his cool. However he couldn't hide the concern from his voice and the tears that began to swell in his eyes "I just need to know she'll be ok."
The Nurse placed her hand on his forearm "She's lot a lot of blood. She'll need a blood transfusion and possibly an ERPC. We'll know more later"
"ERPC What is that?" Michael enquired, he had a small amount of medical training but this was far above his knowledge base.
"The second haemorrhage could be an indication that the foetus hasn't come away naturally and she may need surgery to move things along"
The nurse abruptly halted the conversation to join the side of Fiona's gurney as it was wheeled to the operating theatre. Michael watched her being wheeled away he stood paralysed from fear. He was trained to react appropriately to every situation but now standing in the corridor of the Miami Federal Prison; with his trousers covered in Fiona's blood, he wanted to collapse from the thought that this may be the last time he ever saw Fiona alive.