A/N~ For my friend Dusty who loves Sam dearly. 3


Sam arrived at the loft and started to climb the stairs. Seeing Fiona peek her head out the door, he said "Hey sister! How's your head today?"

"It hurts but I'm better. You better get out of here before Michael gets home. He's still mad at you for making him think I was dead. Actually, I'm mad at you too! Do you have any idea what you've done to him?"

Sam stopped at the top of the stairs. He threw his hands in the air and said "I said I was sorry. How was I to know you were going to be with him? I honestly thought he was talking about the Charger."

"I'm not even getting into with you right now. Do you know where Michael is right now?" Fiona yelled.

His first thought was to give a snappy comeback but then decided against since Fi was already yelling at him he gave a straight response. "I have no idea where he is. Knowing him, since you are up and moving around on your own, he's at work doing CIA stuff."

Fiona shook her head.

"Ok, he's has a client and is helping them?" Sam asked.

Again, Fiona shook her head.

Following Fiona into the loft, he noticed that something was different but he didn't know what. "Did you guys redecorate?"

"Kind of. Michael right now is with Tom Card. He's retiring from the CIA. He's retiring from helping the average citizen and he is getting rid of the bulk of his weapons and other gadgets he has collected over the years. He told me that without any doubts he's out of the entire business."
Fiona announced.

Sam looked at Fi in disbelief. "You are kidding me, right?"

"Nope. Apparently, the whole 'your girlfriend is dead' incident and the doctor keeping me for observation in the hospital was enough for him to reevaluate the direction his life was heading."

"Did you try to talk him out of it? I'm all for him leaving the CIA, but he should at least help people." Sam said in a frustrated tone.

Fiona knew Sam wouldn't understand, but she explained anyway. "Sam, when I was in the hospital and tried to check myself out, he wouldn't let me. He begged me to stay in the hospital overnight. You didn't see his face or his eyes. We knew this day would come when wanted to end it. Earlier, I was shredding files and he was so calm and happy. He's ready Sam. There's no talking him out of this and I don't think we should. If you want to keep helping people, then that's up to you, but Michael made the point we've had too many near misses in losing one another. Next time we might not be so lucky."

"Well, if that what he wants to do, I'm behind him all the way. I have some stuff to do though. You guys going to be around later tonight or tomorrow? I'll come by and try to smooth things over." Sam asked.

"If he's with Card right now, you might want to wait until tomorrow." Fiona advised.

Sam nodded, smiled and walked out of the loft. He was a man on a mission. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed a number and said before getting into his car "Franco! I'm glad I caught you. I need your help..."

Later that night Michael and Fi were doing dishes. Michael said out of nowhere "Sam was here. There was a beer missing. What did he want? Was he checking to make sure you were still alive?"

"Michael, that's not fair. I don't think you should harbor this grudge against him. He feels terrible. I even yelled at him too for making you worry. He knows he was wrong. He's Sam, right or wrong, you know he's always had your back. It was a simple mistake."

Michael slammed his hands down on the sink. "It was not a simple mistake. I'm not talking about this anymore."

They finished the dishes in silence. About an hour later, Michael was fixing the railing on the stairs, when Sam came by. Fiona greeted him, but Michael kept on working.

"Mike, you left your sunglasses behind when you walked off to the ambulance. Thought I'd drop by and give them back." Sam said, extending them out and hoping Michael would take them.

When he didn't take them, Fiona took them instead. "Sam, I'm sure Michael really appreciates you coming by with the sunglasses. You know how he loves these."

Sam looked at Fiona who just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, guess I better go. If you want to join us, Elsa and I are going to have drinks at the hotel later. You guys should come by."

Again, Michael said nothing. Fiona thanked him for the invitation and watched Sam sulk off. "How long are you going to punish him Michael?"

"Fi..." Michael said, in a loud booming voice. Fiona quietly walked up the stairs. "It's getting late, I'm going to shower and get ready for bed."

The next day Michael and Fiona were finishing lunch at Carlito's when Sam approached the table. "Hey guys. What's going on?"

"Hi Sam. Fi, I'm going to go get the car." Michael said as he got up and walked away.

Fiona smiled and said "He's starting to thaw! He said 'Hi' to you!"

Sam sighed and sunk back into his chair. "Fi, I tried almost everything. I have a peace offering that might help. Just make sure you are home tomorrow."

Fiona rose as she saw Michael pull her car up to the front of the restaurant. "Sam, I'll try my best to help. I hate to see you guys throw away your friendship." She leaned over and kissed him goodbye.

The next day, Michael offered to take Fiona to the beach for the day. Instead she pretended to have a headache and laid in bed a little more than usual. Around eleven in the morning, Fiona and Michael were playing cards at the kitchen table when they heard a car pull into where the Charger would have been parked. Michael got up and walked out the door.

"Sam, why is there another Charger sitting here?" Michael asked.

"Because this is my way of trying to tell you how sorry I am that I upset you. You wouldn't talk to me the past two times that I saw you. You wouldn't even look at me. I know this won't make up for me being confused and making you think Fi was dead, but I have to keep trying to get you to acknowledge me."

Michael came down the stairs and walked around the car. "Sam, you didn't have to do this. We restored the Charger. I know what it was worth and this is in even better condition than mine. I can't accept this Sam. It's too expensive. Get your money back. I'm fine, I'll buy a car on my own."

"This isn't about the money Mike. Look, the Charger was your Dad's. Then you came to Miami, took the car and we all did work on it. Even Jesse helped out on occasion with repairs. It went from your family to our family. Yeah, I think of us as a family and it kills me when I realize the pain I caused you. I would never want anything bad to happen to Fiona. She's my sister."

Sam swallowed as he spoke his voice cracked. "The worst part of this is that I'm losing my best friend and brother to a stupid misunderstanding."

Feeling bad, Michael sighed. "Sam...I truly appreciate the car and you are my brother too. God knows I would have never gotten through the past few years without you. Right now though, everytime I see you, I keep thinking back to that moment when I thought Fi was dead. That was the worst moment of my life and I'm having trouble getting past that. I will though. We'll be ok."

The two men leaned against the car, both looking straight ahead. Michael asked "Can you stay to help me fix the balcony door? Fi say it doesn't close right and I need help."

Sam answered enthusiastically "Yeah, I think I could stay. You got any beer?"

Michael laughed. "Sam, you were here the other day when I was out and you had a beer. You know I haven't touched them."

Sam gave Michael a hug. "I'm sorry brother."

Michael responded "I'm sorry too. Lets go fix that door so Fiona stops complaining. She's making me crazy."

"Women will do that to you...especially crazy Irish gals." Sam said as he climbed the stairs, feeling happier than he had been in days. His family was safe and happy once again.