He had seen them fight. Sure, they argued all of the time, but this…he'd never seen them do this.
"Shouldn't we stop them?" Nate asked. He'd just shown up to the loft to talk about a job. He was almost hit in the crossfire.
"I tried. They told me to stay out of it!" Sam exclaimed. "It's kind of interesting to watch. I mean, I don't want to see them get hurt, but I always wondered who would win in a fight between the two of them."
They winced as they watched Fiona kick Michael into the staircase. He got up and tried to restrain her, only to end up back on the stairs with a thud.
"I say Fiona is gonna win," Nate commented while he grabbed a beer.
Sam laughed. "Nope. Mike will."
"How can you say that? He's way too high and mighty to hit a girl, especially his girl."
"I've seen him hit girls! …bad girls. But I've seen it done! Besides, when it comes down to it, no one can calm Fi like he can. …or piss her off like he can."
She kicked Michael right in the chest. He caught her leg.
"Fi-" he attempted.
She slugged him across the face without a second thought. He let go and the fighting continued.
"I'm enjoying this way too much," Nate smiled. "My older secret agent brother is being clobbered by a girl half his size. She's vicious!"
"It's the Irish in her. For a little thing, she hits hard. Mike does too. I think the odds are pretty even."
"Do you want to make this interesting?"
Michael and Fi ran into one of the makeshift tables. A loud crash followed. Sam and Nate took a step back.
"I don't think it can get any more interesting," Sam sighed.
They slowly got up off of the floor. They exchanged glares that were sharp enough to cut through concrete. Fiona made the first move. He easily caught her before she hit him. At first, it looked like he was going to yell at her. Instead, he started more of a nonverbal conversation.
"Okay, I was wrong. It just got more interesting."
"Gross! I don't want to see that!" Nate whined.
"When they fight, they fight. And when they make up, they really make up."
"More like make out."
"How about we go to the Carlito and talk about that job? I have a feeling they aren't in a talking mood."
Fiona started pushing him closer to the bed where they toppled over, completely unaware of their audience.
"I'm going to be scarred for life," Nate grumbled.
Sam set his beer down and grabbed his car keys. "You and me both, brother."
I regretfully inform you that this is my final installment of Burn Wednesdays. I'm still going to be writing other fics, so keep an eye out. The weekly updates are simply too difficult given my work load at home, work, and school. Thank you to all of you who read, review, favorited, or subscribed. I hope you enjoyed reading these as much as I've enjoyed writing them.