This story happens at the end of the Burn Notice mythology. This how I view Michael's story ends.

I wish I owned these characters. But, I love writing about them.

Chapter 1

He opened the door to the loft. It was quiet and still. Barren. The loft was a metaphor for Michael's life. What it had become. Everything was gone. The flowers. The sheets. Any trace of their life together had vanished. The bed they had shared was in the same position he had first found it. Oleg had cleared out the place soon after they had disappeared.

Michael threw down the innerspring and mattress and sat down on the end of their bed. Although he had beaten management and had taken part Anson, he felt defeated.

Earlier that year, Michael had come clean with Fiona about who and what he was doing. He was convinced after that conversation, he had lost her forever. Later that night, she came back to the loft to kill him, literally. And she would have, but she stopped. Not because she didn't want to, but because he didn't fight her. He didn't have the heart. She came as close as she ever did to killing him. She hated him. As prepared to slit his throat, she whispered in his ear, "You ruined me, you bastard. Why?"

"I owe you the truth. I owe you my life."

"You're not capable of telling the truth. I don't even know why I bother asking." Fiona looked at him with fury in her eyes. "Why?"

Michael began to review the operation in analytical terms. The CIA had found that Michael was next on the list to be burned by management. This was their in. They approached him. He felt like he had little left to lose. That he could go in deep cover and dismantle their organization or become part of it unwillingly.

"Why, Michael? Why do it?"

"What choice did I have? To go in as deep cover and keep some standing if I destroyed them or be burned with no choices?"

"Why me Michael? Why Sam? What did I have to offer you other than the tactical assistance?"

"You taught me to trust. You were the only person I have ever known that I trusted completely. Sam was loyal. He would watch my back. I never thought about my mom. That's how arrogant I was. I thought it would be over and I would be gone. I never thought I would become who I am. I never thought I would care. I didn't think I was capable of it."

"Why should I trust you now, Michael?"

"I don't have an answer for that, Fi. I wish I did."

She paused. Fiona cut the quick ties and left him alone in the loft.