(FIC) (Burn Notice) "The Rule Book" (3/5) (Sam & Fi) (PG)
Title: The Rule Book
Parts: 3 of 3
Author: Missy AKA rise_your_dead
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing/Characters: Michael Westen, Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne
Rating/Category: PG; language; friendship/humor/action
Spoilers: Set mid-season 4; general series spoilers.
Disclaimer: none of these characters belong to me.
Summary: After Jesse blows up Fiona’s house and goes rogue, Michael suggests Fi move in with Sam at Ms. Reynold’s place. There will be rules, semi-voluntary bonding, microwave popcorn and grudging admiration.
Notes/Warnings: Dedicated to gypsyjr, who suggested Sam and Fi as roomies.
Sam eyed the unassuming warehouse Michael had directed them to. He glanced at the piece of paper clutched in his fist before looking up at the building. “All right, this already looks like a bad idea.”
“Well, Michael does tend to be right,” she held out a bag of chips and leaned against the door of her sedan, watching it for activity. “You don’t think Jesse kidnapped him?”
“He wouldn’t be that stupid. Jesse worked in intelligence for years - he wasn’t always a desk jockey.”
“But back then,” Fiona declared, “he didn’t have forty thousand pounds of C4 hidden in a warehouse.”
“So we’ve got one choice,” Sam declared. “We call the cops or we bust in and see what we can find.”
“I think you’re approaching this violently, Sam. Let’s think peace,” she pulled a can out of her handbag. “and hairspray.”
Sam cackled as she snuck toward the building, staying as close to the exterior as possible. Using the spray to fog it, Sam jimmied the bolt and then kicked down the door.
It was a completely empty warehouse. Oddly, utterly, totally empty.
Fiona backed toward him, her hands on her gun, throwing glances over her shoulder. “Do you see…”
He pointed toward the ceiling. “Call box,” he said. “Someone’s recording us.”
Fi responded with her middle finger, and a shell from her forty-five.
“Geez, kid, you’re gonna get us shot!” Sam was busy ransacking the desks in that orderly way of his, making it look less like a robbery than a natural disaster had hit the room.
“He’s going to get himself shot,” she replied. “We’re going to thrive,” she smirked. “And look wonderful doing it.”
“Just try not to get killed.” Sam replied. He grinned. “Got it!” Suddenly he was holding a very small microphone receiver, just as Michael had told them - sitting taped to the bottom of a dresser draw. Sam rips it off and Fiona wedges a small, easy-to-mistake-for-the-real-thing device in its stead. a dresser draw. Sam rips it off and Fiona wedges a small, easy-to-mistake-for-the-real-thing device in its stead.
They leave in a trail of dust and chemical haze.
***
They eat ice cream while they listen to Jesse listen to them talk about James Dean.
“Weird night,” Sam remarks.
“I’ve seen worse,” she replies, and wipes off his melted cream mustache.
Parts: 3 of 3
Author: Missy AKA rise_your_dead
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing/Characters: Michael Westen, Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne
Rating/Category: PG; language; friendship/humor/action
Spoilers: Set mid-season 4; general series spoilers.
Disclaimer: none of these characters belong to me.
Summary: After Jesse blows up Fiona’s house and goes rogue, Michael suggests Fi move in with Sam at Ms. Reynold’s place. There will be rules, semi-voluntary bonding, microwave popcorn and grudging admiration.
Notes/Warnings: Dedicated to gypsyjr, who suggested Sam and Fi as roomies.
Sam eyed the unassuming warehouse Michael had directed them to. He glanced at the piece of paper clutched in his fist before looking up at the building. “All right, this already looks like a bad idea.”
“Well, Michael does tend to be right,” she held out a bag of chips and leaned against the door of her sedan, watching it for activity. “You don’t think Jesse kidnapped him?”
“He wouldn’t be that stupid. Jesse worked in intelligence for years - he wasn’t always a desk jockey.”
“But back then,” Fiona declared, “he didn’t have forty thousand pounds of C4 hidden in a warehouse.”
“So we’ve got one choice,” Sam declared. “We call the cops or we bust in and see what we can find.”
“I think you’re approaching this violently, Sam. Let’s think peace,” she pulled a can out of her handbag. “and hairspray.”
Sam cackled as she snuck toward the building, staying as close to the exterior as possible. Using the spray to fog it, Sam jimmied the bolt and then kicked down the door.
It was a completely empty warehouse. Oddly, utterly, totally empty.
Fiona backed toward him, her hands on her gun, throwing glances over her shoulder. “Do you see…”
He pointed toward the ceiling. “Call box,” he said. “Someone’s recording us.”
Fi responded with her middle finger, and a shell from her forty-five.
“Geez, kid, you’re gonna get us shot!” Sam was busy ransacking the desks in that orderly way of his, making it look less like a robbery than a natural disaster had hit the room.
“He’s going to get himself shot,” she replied. “We’re going to thrive,” she smirked. “And look wonderful doing it.”
“Just try not to get killed.” Sam replied. He grinned. “Got it!” Suddenly he was holding a very small microphone receiver, just as Michael had told them - sitting taped to the bottom of a dresser draw. Sam rips it off and Fiona wedges a small, easy-to-mistake-for-the-real-thing device in its stead. a dresser draw. Sam rips it off and Fiona wedges a small, easy-to-mistake-for-the-real-thing device in its stead.
They leave in a trail of dust and chemical haze.
***
They eat ice cream while they listen to Jesse listen to them talk about James Dean.
“Weird night,” Sam remarks.
“I’ve seen worse,” she replies, and wipes off his melted cream mustache.