Michael didn't waste any time. He said hurried good-byes to his mother and Nate and rushed out the door, headed straight for the Charger. He knew it was a long shot, but, pedal slammed against the floorboard, he drove to Lilith's mansion. When he arrived and stepped out, he frowned. There was an ugly sense of foreboding lingering in the area. He stared at the mansion, cautiously walking towards it. It seemed... quiet. Too quiet. But not in the "something is about to happen" sense. It was the quiet of after a battle.

Michael halted when he stepped over the threshold of the mansion. He hadn't seen carnage like this since Afghanistan. Afghanistan... He shook off the bleak memories of that place and continued his careful trek through the destroyed mansion. Men and jaguars lay strewn about, all dead or close. Lilith must have escaped by pure luck.

Slowly, Michael made his way to the courtyard. There, the battlefield was even worse. Michael stared around in wonder and grief. Scenes like this weren't supposed to happen in places like Miami. But, unlike tragedies such as 9/11, this one would be swept under the rug, never known to the common public.

The faint sound of a voice made Michael snap out of his reverie. He looked around the courtyard for the source and saw, underneath a rather large jaguar, a man trying desperately to free himself. From the amount of movement, Michael could easily tell this man was dying, but maybe, just maybe, he could get some information about where Lilith could've taken Fi. Quickly, Michael rushed over and pushed the jaguar off the man.

"Gerald!" he gasped, sinking to his knees to cradle the man in his arms. Gerald winced at the movement.

"Westen," he chocked. "You got out."

"I'm sorry about all this," Michael whispered. "You were fighting a losing battle."

Gerald smirked past the pain. "Yeah, but she lost as well. She's alone."

Michael paused, biting his lip before asking, "About her... Gerald, she made it out of this alive. She kidnapped a friend of mine. Do you have any...?"

"Idea where she might be?" Gerald finished. "Yeah, I do, actually." He stopped, wincing again. "She's got a large storage room out on Key Biscayne." He relayed the address with difficulty. "Go," he added, putting a great deal of force behind the syllable. "Find your friend. Don't let Lilith take everything from you like she did to me."

"We have to get you to a hospital," Michael pointed out, moving to hoist Gerald up to his feet. With surprising strength, Gerald grasped both of Michael's arms, shaking his head.

"No. It's too late for me. Your friend still has a chance and if you wait too much longer..."

Michael gritted his teeth. He knew Gerald was right. And he knew he would never forgive himself if Lilith did something to Fiona, but... Michael hated to see Gerald like this. It was strange how a man who had almost killed him several times had suddenly turned into an ally. Someone he could relate to, someone he felt for.

"Go," Gerald repeated hoarsely. Gently, Michael set Gerald back down on the ground.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, then ran back out to the Charger.


Fiona woke up feeling like one giant throbbing bruise. Life just was not fair, she decided. Especially these past few weeks. A girl couldn't just go outside for some fresh air, could she? No, of course not. Because then she would get jumped by the crazy lady who's trying kill/seduce (who could tell which) her ex-boyfriend. Fresh air. That's all Fiona had wanted.

Making an effort not to groan, Fiona shifted, opening her eyes. Her head was pulsing steadily and both her chest and leg felt like they were on fire. The world swam in her vision for a moment and she bit back a sudden rush of bile. She closed her eyes again tightly, trying to prevent her innards from spilling out. Cautiously, she opened her eyes again, taking in her surroundings.

"Fiona Glenanne, correct?"

Okay, that was a lot louder than it needed to be. Fi winced, looking around for the source of the voice. There she was, sitting on a chair, sharpening something. Fi squinted past the headache. A dagger. Holy shit, was this woman trying to be cliche?

"What do you want, bitch?" Fiona hissed as she strained to pull herself up. Lilith's lips curled into a tight smile.

"You're the reason Michael won't join me. Why he put those foolish ideas in my men's heads. Why they attacked. Why I am where I am now." Her voice was steadily rising in both pitch and volume as she got more and more frantic. "It's all your fault!"

Fiona opened her mouth to give a snark retort but before any sound could come out of her throat, Lilith jumped to her feet, flinging the dagger towards Fi. The dagger hit it's mark and a scream filled the air.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!