Author: angietsai PM
When a spy's cover gets blown and is held captive, who could help him? And what happens when backup also gets caught? Some Mike/Fi romance and foul language.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Fiona G. & Michael W. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,880 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 07-07-12 - Published: 07-01-12 - id: 8277231
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"Tell me who the hell are you," the world renowned Russian terrorist demanded to know, with a gun pointed to the head of none other than the ex-spy Michael Westen.
"I-I told you, I'm Maxim Yablonsky, I'm just here to help you with your plans to bomb the city," Michael stammered. He had his arms and legs tied up and was trying to think under the pressure. It wasn't easy for him, after being beat up.
The terrorist pulled the collar of Michael's blood-stained shirt closer to his face, "then why did we find these?" The terrorist held up a bug. "I found this in my car. Nobody but you could have planted it in there. Please don't tell me you have an earpiece inside of you right now too." He reached at Michael's ear and sure enough, he held up the earpiece that he had found.
"Vladmir, I- I can explain. My boss just wanted to keep track of everything to make sure that we would not screw up!" Michael attempted to say anything that would save his life.
"Shut up! I will not tolerate this crap anymore." Vladmir decided.
Right before he threw the earpiece and bug on the floor and stepped on them, Michael heard a voice from the earpiece, it was very faint, but loud enough for him to hear, "MICHAEL!"
The killer sighed, "Something tells me that your name is not Maxim Yablonsky."
Michael stared at the pulverized earpiece on the floor and muttered under his breath, "Fiona…."
"Lock him in!" The terrorist told his other men. Two hefty men walked up to Michael and dragged him into a tiny room in the back. There were no windows, no vents. The only exit is out the one door.
"Off you go, buddy," One of the hefty men roughly pushed Michael in the room and slammed the door behind him. Michael attempted to stay awake and think of an escape plan after the beating he took. He closed his eyes and groaned from the pain he was received. The energy slowly drained out of him, and he fell into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, Michael woke up to a loud thud.
Michael recognized the voice of one of the hefty men, "sorry, boss! My cart fell over."
"Shh! Geez, can't you do anything right? Faster, faster! Hustle! We have to move all our equipment to the warehouse next door by tomorrow, and then we will proceed by the plans at 3 o'clock." Vladmir yapped at the men.
Michael heard all of it. He needed to think of a plan quickly. He can't afford to let the bomb go off. It was not common for spies to panic about a situation, but Michael was started to panic. Time was running out.
Seconds later, another one of Vladmir's men walked in, holding a girl's hands behind her back, "Hey, boss! I found this little whore behind our warehouse, what should we do with her?"
"Oh… look who joined our little party," Vladmir taunted in a diabolic tone.
"Let… me... go!" the girl struggled under the grasp of the man.
"Hey, your face is not half bad. Let me fix it up a little bit." Vladmir took out a knife from his pocket and placed it on the girl's cheek.
Michael winced at the excruciating shriek let out by the girl.
"Ask that nutjob if he knows her," Vladmir ordered his men.
A few seconds later, one of Vladmir's hefty men opened the door to Michael's room, holding the girl in front of him. "Hey, bro. Do you know this chick? We found her back. Does she have anything to do with you?"
Michael stared in disbelief. It was Fiona. Her condition was terrible. Her shirt was ripped, her hair was a mess, and her face was bleeding uncontrollably from the cut from Vladmir. Fiona blinked "no" in morse code. Michael's eyes started to tear up as he gulped before answering with a curt, "No."
"Boss! He says he doesn't know her!" The man shouted back.
"Okay, take her there then," Vladmir replied.
Fiona looked back at Michael as long as she can, while they dragged Fiona out of Michael's room. "I'm sorry, Fi… it's the only way to save you…" Michael whispered to himself.
YAY my first burn notice FF xD I hope you guys liked it... it was a pretty short chapter but there will be more to come :) Please review my lovelies~