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Dollars for Sense by eli (PG-13)
Fandom: BURN NOTICE
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Length: 4886
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elishavahAuthor Website: http://archiveofourown.org/users/eli/pseuds/eli
Why this must be read:
This is a cute little case fic, complete with bickering with Fi, favors to Sam, and a client that is in over their heads. The voices are spot on for the most part, and it will satisfy your BN-fix needs.
Excerpt: When Sam Axe comes toward you through a public parking lot at something more than an amble -- even if it was with at least a glance spared for every female he passed -- it's safe to assume that there is something seriously wrong.
When he raises a hand and calls, "Mike!" the moment he's in ear-range, the proper response is to ignore Fiona's muttered comments about old feds and new speeds, and ask through a forced smile, "Yeah?"
"Hey, wow, am I glad I caught you," Sam said as he came up even with the Charger, his breathing likewise just a little bit too fast.
"Is there something aimed at any part of my body?" Michael asked, the smile unchanged.
"What?" Sam darted a look around, then waved off the question. "No. I just...it's a little lady trouble."
Fiona snorted as she yanked her door open and slid into the car, not bothering to hide the smirk that said almost every word she was thinking about Sam coming to Michael for advice in this area. Michael had learned the Speeding Sam Lesson, though, back in '94. So while he shifted his grip on the grocery bag in his left hand and swung the bag gently onto the back seat, he was watching Sam's face carefully when he said, "Care to share?"
"Oh, you know..." Sam grimaced, scratched his neck.
Michael also hadn't forgotten a single signal ever worked out with a partner in his life. "Beer's getting warm," he said, jerking his chin at the car. "Wanna tell me about it over a cold one back at the loft?"
Sam's wide grin flirted with slyness. "Only way to do it, Mikey. Not just the best -- the only."
Dollars for Sense
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Length: 4886
Author on LJ:
elishavahAuthor Website: http://archiveofourown.org/users/eli/pseuds/eliWhy this must be read:
This is a cute little case fic, complete with bickering with Fi, favors to Sam, and a client that is in over their heads. The voices are spot on for the most part, and it will satisfy your BN-fix needs.
Excerpt: When Sam Axe comes toward you through a public parking lot at something more than an amble -- even if it was with at least a glance spared for every female he passed -- it's safe to assume that there is something seriously wrong.
When he raises a hand and calls, "Mike!" the moment he's in ear-range, the proper response is to ignore Fiona's muttered comments about old feds and new speeds, and ask through a forced smile, "Yeah?"
"Hey, wow, am I glad I caught you," Sam said as he came up even with the Charger, his breathing likewise just a little bit too fast.
"Is there something aimed at any part of my body?" Michael asked, the smile unchanged.
"What?" Sam darted a look around, then waved off the question. "No. I just...it's a little lady trouble."
Fiona snorted as she yanked her door open and slid into the car, not bothering to hide the smirk that said almost every word she was thinking about Sam coming to Michael for advice in this area. Michael had learned the Speeding Sam Lesson, though, back in '94. So while he shifted his grip on the grocery bag in his left hand and swung the bag gently onto the back seat, he was watching Sam's face carefully when he said, "Care to share?"
"Oh, you know..." Sam grimaced, scratched his neck.
Michael also hadn't forgotten a single signal ever worked out with a partner in his life. "Beer's getting warm," he said, jerking his chin at the car. "Wanna tell me about it over a cold one back at the loft?"
Sam's wide grin flirted with slyness. "Only way to do it, Mikey. Not just the best -- the only."
Dollars for Sense