April 22, 2014
White Dress—Parachute (3:36)
Burn Notice
Fiona
She mentally rolled her eyes as what's his name told his boring joke for the fifth time. He told the same joke every single date. Boring as it was at least he was dependable. After a lifetime of unpredictability, dependable was a good change.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
When her cell phone rang she fought off a relieved grin. "Excuse me Jeremy," she told him throatily. "I should really take this."
"Of course, Fiona," he waved her off with a smile.
He really was a sweet man, she thought. It was just too bad that sweet was not one of her criteria in a relationship. She really wished that Jeremy was enough. She wanted someone to settle down with.
"Hello," she said into the phone as she wiggled her fingers at Jeremy from across the room.
"Fiona Glenann?" The female voice asked from the other end of the line.
"This is she," Fiona answered cautiously. Not very many people had this number.
"My name is Alison and I'm a maid in Miami," the other woman explained quickly. "There is a man in one of our rooms that has been unconscious for a few days. He looks pretty badly beat up and I got worried so I…well, I searched his things and found your number on his emergency contact card. I…Would you mind coming to…well, help him or take him to the hospital or something?"
Fiona felt her heart stop and the blood drain from her face. "Michael," she whispered. She didn't know how she knew it was him, she just did. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she told the woman. "I have to catch a flight from New York. Just…I'll be there." She flipped her phone closed and headed to go tell Jeremy she had an emergency and she didn't know when she'd be back.