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"Hello, Miss Glenanne." Agent Bly says slyly, standing over Fiona. Fiona sits in a hard chair, handcuffed to a metal table. They are in a small, dark interrogation room with no windows. "What do you want?" Fiona asks, glaring at Bly with disgust. "Lets see..." Bly begins with cruelty. "We want to know about the involvement of Michael Westen. We want to know exactly what happened the day you planted that bomb, that day you killed those two poor security guards. We want to know everything, and we want to know it now."

"Fine." Fiona says. "I'll tell you this. Michael Westen was not involved. I did not plant that bomb. Look into a man named Anson-"

" Miss Glenanne!" Bly interrupts. "Stop with the lies. We know very well Michael Westen was involved We know you are, I mean were, trying to protect him. Now-"

"What do you mean were?" Fiona interrupts, with a fearful expression on her face.

Bly sighs. "Glenanne , I'm sorry to say, your boyfriend is dead. "

"What?" Fiona says, taken aback."Your lying. Michael isn't dead."

"We knew you would think that. That's why we brought these photos."

Bly replies, handing Fiona a stack of papers. Fiona takes a look at the first photo. It is no doubt Michael's apartment, and there is what was Sam's car blown into tiny little pieces. She stares shocked, then turns to look at the next page. It is a autopsy report. She looks closer, and realizes it is for Michael. It is definitely Michael's body report. Brown eyes, brown hair, scar on upper left shoulder. She stares at the paper. "No..." Fiona says still staring at the paper. "No!" Fiona yells a second time, now looking at Bly. "See now , you have nothing to protect. Now tell us what really happened." Bly replies, as he pulls up a chair and sits across from Fiona, pulling out a pen. "Now where do we start?" Bly asks, trying to hide a cruel smile. Fiona just stares at him, as if nothing in the world matters.

Sam sits on the bed in Michael's apartment, holding a ice pack to his head. Jesse sits on a barstool dabbing his bruised and bloody knee. And Michael, Michael sits at his desk wrapping his shoulder in a splint. None of them are talking, they are all just staring at the ground, in shock. Suddenly, Michaels phone rings. He slowly pulls it out of his pocket. "Hello?" Michael answers, dazed. "Hello, Michael. Good to here from you again. Hopefully no one got hurt in that little bomb of mine. Heh heh!" Anson replies cruelly. "You!" Michael exclaims, completely out of his daze now. "What do you want?" He asks, as Jesse and Sam look at him quizzically.

"Now, now Michael. No reason to be rude. Though I must remind you, I told you to stay out of my business. And one must learn, reactions mean consequences." Anson says, as if he were talking to a child.

"Well, you accomplished almost killing my friends and I, so why are you calling?" Michael asks roughly, but curiously.

"Well Michael, over my years of working with spies, I have learned that one must always keep their promises to form a healthy relationship. My promise to you was that I would kill your family if you didn't stay away from me." Anson replies.

"What did you do?" Michael whispers.

"Someone would like to talk to you, Michael." Anson replies. The next voice that michael hears on the phone

makes his stomach drop. "Bro, it's me. Please come help! I-" Nate is cut off by Anson who says "Now don't you see Michael? Actions have consequences."

"Anson, if you hurt him I will hunt you down and kill you!" Michael yells, angry and upset.

"We'll see." Anson says calmly, then the line goes dead.

"He has Nate..." Michael says looking dazed again. Jesse and Sam look at Michael with determination.

"We'll find him, Mike." Jesse says determined.

"And won't stop until we do." Sam replies.

"He has my brother." Michael says still dazed. "And he's going to kill him." He whispers.

"So this is your new statement." Agent Bly says proudly as he blows on the paper to dry the pen.

Fiona just sits there with tears in her eyes. "It says Michael Westen was stealing files at the British Embassy with Larry Sizemore, and you set up a bomb to kill Larry and the security guards. Am I right?" Bly asks.

Fiona ignores the question and says quietly "I want to see the photos again."

Bly sighs. "Seeing them again will just hurt you more."

Fiona stares him down and says with determination "I'm not signing that statement unless you let me see the photos again."

"Fine. Here you go." Bly replies, handing Fiona the stack of photos.

Fiona studies the photo of Sam's car in pieces, then looks up at Bly smiling. "Is something...wrong?" Bly asks unsurely.

"You cheating liar." Fiona says still smiling, the spark back in her eyes.

"See? The pieces of the car are only 10 centimeters wide. This only used about a half block of c4 and a Semtex grenade. Not enough force to harm anyone but the person holding the bomb, which in this case no one was. At the most, the people around it could get a few broken bones."

Bly stares at Fiona, clearly blown away. "You could tell all that from just a photo?" Bly asks, not even trying to hold back his shock.

"I'm as good as they say I am." Fiona replies. She reaches over to her statement, and rips it in half. "Have a great day." She says, and now, nothing can take the grin off her face. Bly slowly stands up. "In the end Glenanne, it's only hurting you more." Bly replies still stunned, as he gets up and closes the door behind him. As soon as he leaves, Fiona let's her emotions take over.

"Michael is alive..." Fiona whispers, staring off into the distance, happy tears rolling down her cheeks.