A/N: Sorry for the long break. The end of the semester is starting to sink in...

As the headlights of the black cars disappeared down a corner, Fiona turned away from the window, slipping the handgun she'd snatched into the back of her jeans. The mystery woman was staring at her but Fiona ignored her, hurrying back inside the home to find the stash of weapons she'd hidden away.

"What the hell just happened?" the woman asked, following her.

"Caffrey was captured," Fi replied without slowing down. The woman stopped her rampage after Fiona for a second.


Fiona coughed back a laugh before suddenly stopping as well, staring at the woman hard.

"Who the hell are you?"

The woman's lips twitched into a smile. "Who are you?"

"I asked first."

"Oh, that's mature."

"You blew our cover," Fiona growled. The woman paused, her eye raking up and down Fiona before she answered.

"Alex. I'm a friend of Neal's."

"Oh," Fiona commented mildly, sarcasm coating her tone. "Good."

Alex looked rather self-righteous in response. "What about you? You're not one of his FBI buddies, are you?"

Fi stared at her incredulously. "Those were feds out there just now!"

Alex blinked in surprise. "Really?"

Fi merely glared in reply. When her phone rang, she gratefully turned away to answer it. "Michael, they got Caffrey."

"What? Why the hell--"

"I don't know," Fi interrupted, ignoring the eyes she could feel fixed on the back of her head. "Maybe they didn't realize who he was, maybe they think they can get information out of him. Maybe they think you'll try to bail him out!" Fi's tone was full of dark humor at that last thought. She waited for a moment as Michael considered their next move.

"Meet us at the Oak Street Beach in fifteen."

After hanging up, Fiona turned back around to grab the weapons she felt she needed most, pointedly ignoring Alex. Fiona wasn't going to let yet another person screw this up. Alex, however, seemed to have other ideas.

"What's the plan?"

Fiona looked up. "The plan? You stay here. Or do whatever. I don't care."

Alex seemed amused. "I'm coming with you."

Fiona couldn't help herself. She laughed. "No, you're not," she stated firmly, walking to the door.

Alex crossed her arms stubbornly across her chest, moving to stand directly in Fiona's way. "If I got Neal into this, I'm going to help get him out."

Fiona didn't reply, stewing silently as she debated whether or not to shoot Alex now and be done with it. Finally, giving a low growl, she decided she'd let Michael take care of it. For now.


"Who's your friend?" Sam called as Fiona and Alex walked up to the boys. Moz caught Alex's eye and sighed heavily, walking up to her.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed. Alex didn't reply, simply giving Moz a brief hard stare before turning her attention back to Michael and Sam.

"She's not my friend," Fiona said curtly, skipping to Michael's side. He placed a hand on her arm.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. Fi gave him an annoyed frown.

"I'm fine, Michael. You're the one the feds are after."

Michael smiled lightly in answer. Then he turned his focus back on Alex, business-like. "Who are you?"

"My name's Alex. I'm a friend of Neal's and I don't care what you say, I'm helping you get him back," she declared before anyone could make any sort of objection. Michael raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"You have fun with that." He gestured to himself, Sam and Fi. "We don't have the capability to help Caffrey out."

"Yeah, we've got unresolved issues of our own to figure out," Sam chided. Alex looked incredulous.

"You're just going to let him—"

"It's his own fault the feds were there," Fi muttered, loud enough for Alex to hear. Alex paused, intrigued by this bit of information.

"Okay..." she said slowly. "What's going on?"

Michael shrugged. "We were working on the same case and decided we could help each other out."

"However," Fi interrupted, continuing for him, "Michael's not exactly supposed to be in Chicago so there were problems with the whole 'friends with the feds' thing."

Alex laughed humorlessly. "I know the feeling."

Michael raised an eyebrow at the statement but continued the explanation. "Agent Burke, I'm assuming you know him? He informed his bosses that I'm here and they apparently tracked us down."

"And now they have Caffrey," Sam finished.

Alex didn't speak for a moment, eyes shifting from Michael to Fiona, then Sam, then Moz, and finally back to Michael.

"And you're not going to help him out because...?"

"It's his own fault!" Fi exclaimed, taking a step forward. Michael rested a calming hand on her shoulder.

"We need to focus on the case," Michael told Alex firmly. "Then we need to get out of Chicago. If you want to help Caffrey out, be my guest."

Alex seemed furious, eyes flicking back and forth rapidly between Sam, Fiona and Michael.

"Mozzie, I think we need to talk to Burke."

Moz jumped a few inches into the air at the sudden cutting tone in Alex's voice but didn't hesitate to follow her away from the Miamians. As they left, Sam turned to Michael.

"You two want to hang out here for a while? I'll go find us a place to stay for the night since the hotel is probably compromised."

Michael nodded in agreement. "Call me when you've got a place."

"Will do, Mikey!" Sam called as he hurried away. Once he was out of sight, Michael turned to Fiona, placing strong hands on her arms. She glanced at them, wondering what was the matter.

"You," Michael said forcefully but quietly, "need to calm down."

Fi looked up to meet his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"The moment you met Mozzie, Caffrey and Alex, you've itched to shoot them."

"And that's... new?" Fi asked, trying to brush him off. Michael placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him again.


Fiona mumbled under her breath before nodding briefly. "Fine. I'll tone it down a bit."

Michael smiled, a smile somewhere between amused and satisfied. Fiona finally succeeded in brushing him off and stepped back, placing her hands on her hips.

"So. What's the plan?"

A/N: Bahaha. I love the Alex/Fi interaction, I don't know about you.

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