"I don't understand what the problem is." He said flatly. " I got the job you got the wedding. You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted." He knows it's mean. He really does Unfortunately, not until after he says it. She lowers the binoculars to her waist and stares out the window. He winces at the look on her face. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes you did." She says softly. "That's exactly how you meant it."
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that." He shook his head, closing his eyes. "I didn't-."
"That's just what every new bride longs to hear." She whispered still transfixed by windows view of the night sky.
"We both wanted to be together. If I was going to get my job back it was the only way.."
"Just stop." She pleaded. "I'm going to-." She searched her brain for something actual. Something job related. She came up blank. "I don't know what I'm going to do but it's not going to be standing around in this little room with you."
"Fi." He called after her softly, knowing full well she wasn't going to stop. "Fiona. I'm sorry."
The door shut on his apology midway through. He screwed his face up before cursing into the dark.
"How'd surveillance go?" Sam asked him playfully over a pile of Charger parts when Michael returned to he house a few hours later.
"Just tell me she came here." He moaned.
"She's inside with your mom. I wouldn't go in unarmed." Sam looked at his current project again before smacking it a few more times with a rubber mallet.
"I thought Nate's friends were coming to take a look." He gestured wildly to the pile of rubble.
"They did. They're ordering parts. I'm just still trying to salvage as much of the original as possible." Axe explained before giving his piece another whack. Mike crumpled into what was left of the passenger seat, wincing at the charred smell that still emanated from the wreck.
"This is a total disaster." He groaned into his hands.
"The car or your marriage?" Sam asked, tossing the rubber mallet in one direction and the newly un-dented piece in the other. "Cause I can help you with the car."
"I just can't stop opening my big mouth." Westen admitted.
"Ooh. Yeah Buddy. If you don't have anything nice to say-." Sam made a whistling noise to end the thought.
"She thinks I married her so I could keep the job." He explained.
"Is that wrong?" Sam shook his head. "That's why you got married isn't it?"
"No. I married her so I could keep her." He grumbled, Sam gave him a long look before he grunted and looked at his hands. "and the job."
"Yeah. I think she's just wondering if push came to shove which one you'd pick." He filled him in helpfully, stretching out to reach another part that was still shaped similarly to how it had been. "Pretty sure you guys are having the same argument you've been having all along."
"Yeah thanks for the help." Mike snapped, hoping out of the chair and starting towards the house. He stood in the kitchen looking out into the living room. His mother and wife, both leaning back from the table with arms crossed, turned in unison to glare at him.
"Look who's home." Madelyn called in her sweetest, most fake voice. "It's my son, Cyrano de Bergerac."
"Mom, can I talk to Fi alone please?" He asked, his head bobbing down.
"Sure." She sang pushing up to her feet and stomping off. "Nothing could ever go wrong with that."
He waited until he heard the door shut before taking a deep breath.
"You know you took the car right? And I left my wallet in there so.. I didn't have any money for a cab. So I walked. Like eight miles." She didn't move, just continued to stare. "Tell me what you need me to say."
"I don't think you can." She whispered.
"Fiona." He deflated, moving into the dinning room and sitting across from her, gathering her hand in his. "Why can't I want both?"
"I just want you to want me more." She whispered, he kissed her knuckles. "I want you to be married to me because you love me more."
"You think I don't?" His forehead wrinkled, and his hand cupped her face. "Fi.." She looked at his large hands over her own.
"I think if you had to pick.." She sniffed. "You did have to pick.."
"And I picked you. I told them it was up to them and that I wouldn't come back with out you."
"You tied their hands." She shook her head. "You knew they'd-."
"Fiona." He rolled his eyes, swinging his arms away from her and letting them smack against his thighs. "I can't do anything right here can I?"
She pressed her lips into a tight line.
"I don't know."
He nodded, running his tongue over his teeth.
"Okay." He pulled back his hand from her face, squeezing her hand before letting it go. "I'm going to go back to the loft before my meeting with Jesse. Are you staying here?"
She looked at her hands.
"I um.. need to run the Lieutenants file." She was still working. That meant something didn't it?
"So.." He looked at the ceiling. "Do you want to go back with me?"
"I'll pick you up?" She lifted her eyes. "On the way to Jesse's?" He nodded before standing, pressing his hands against the table. He leaned forward, hesitating for less then a second before kissing the corner of her mouth.
"Michael?" She called after him softly and he spun on his heels hopefully. "You don't have a car."
His lips twitched up a little, at least she cared.
"I'll have Sam take me." She nodded, still looking down at the table.
"Hey it's the newlyweds." Jesse called, pushing himself up from the desk and maneuvering his crutches under his arms.
"Don't get up on our account!" Michael held his hands out.
"How's it going?" Jesse grinned between the two of them.
"May I?" Fiona smiled, holding her palm up to his computer, he nodded.
"What happened?' Jesse asked quietly rolling his eyes back. "What did you do?"
"It's nothing." He waved him off, looking towards his wife, she bit her lip and starred at the keyboard. . "Work stuff."
"Yeah right." Jesse rolled his eyes. "What ever. Let me tell you what I found out about-."
Michael lifted his hand to stop him before sliding up behind Fiona at the desk.
"Com code first." He reminded, tapping in her newly acquired numbers. "Then ID." He nodded at her and she entered her ID, looking back at him to insure she'd done it correctly. "Now password." He kissed the top of her head before moving away.
She watched him before returning to the key pad.
"Rookies." Jesse teased, before lowering himself into a chair. Michael forced a smile before listening to his coworkers latest update.
It was the first night they didn't go to bed together. He had still been sitting on the balcony with his lap top when she had turned out the lights and climbed under the covers. It was the first night since they'd been married that he hadn't carried her, led her, or tossed her, onto the it himself.
He stood at the foot of the bed for a few minutes watching her sleep. God he loved her. He loved her more than anything. Anything.
He didn't really understand why he couldn't tell her that. Why he couldn't drop to his knee's beside her right then and tell her what she meant to him.
Fear was part of it. Fear was a big part of it. He pulled off his t shirt and slid under the comforter. She shifted towards him instinctively and he welcomed her warm body and the silky tickle of her hair. He wrapped her body in his arms, clenching his eyes shut and inhaling the scent of her.
"I'm sorry." She whispered softly from his chest.
"No." He exhaled, kissing her head. "Don't."
"Do you want me to pick?" His chest was tight, and the words grunted out of him. "Do you want me to walk away?"
"From what?" She teased and he gripped her more tightly.
"The job Fi." He whined. "Do you want me to-?"
"Michael I want you to be happy." She sighed. "The job to makes you happy."
"I need you." He told her bluntly, his hands sliding up and down her slim arms. "I need you more."
"You have me." She sighed, slipping her hands to his chest.
"I want you to be happy."
"Then remember I'm here." She told him.
"What?" He pulled back and looked at her like she was insane.
"You only remember I'm here when you think I'm about to leave." It wasn't an accusation. It was a statement of fact that he couldn't argue with. He took her for granted. "I want to be with you. That's why I'm here. Don't forget that." Her threatening tone was back and he almost relished it. "Or I'll have to remind you."
He laughed a little and she pinched him hard.
"Oh poor baby." She teased, pressing her teeth to his neck.
"Fiona." He hissed, digging his nails carefully into her sides.
"Michael I love you." She told him sharply, her hands laying on either side of his breastbone and traced the hollow of his throat with both thumbs. "I do."
"You know I do too, don't you?" He breathed. "You know that just because I can't-." She nodded. "I'm scared." He confessed. "Those words scare the hell out of me. My father claimed to love my mother and he beat the crap out of her Fi. He said he loved us.."
"Shh." She slid her hands up his neck and cradled his head. "It's alright."
"But I do."
"I know." She kissed him. "I know you do."
They wrapped up their first job the next day and he let Fiona choose the restaurant, laughing when she'd chose something in Bayshore, the most expensive neighborhood in Miami.
Michael pretended to be aghast when she ordered five bottles of the most expensive red wine, and pretended to wince when she knocked over two glasses trying to pour bottle number three.
"Sleep safe tonight America!" Jesse called to her from across the table. "Fiona's on the job."
He shook his head at her when he stood up from the table, running his fingers through the back of her hair.
"Don't break anything while I'm in the bathroom please. " Her eyes shone at him.
He whispered something to the band before he started back, the vocalist nodded enthusiastically as he collected the handful of bills.
Forever can never be long enough for me
Feel like I've had long enough with you
Forget the world now we won't let them see
But there's one thing left to do
She was right. About not seeing her until she threatened to take herself from the picture. Or until some one threaten to take her out of it.
The picture with out her was something he'd faced before.
Leaving her the first time, something that he was still sometimes amazed he'd actually been able to do, had shown him that picture.
He had filed their moments as a bonus. Something he didn't deserve to have and he'd pretended to be thankful that he'd had it for as long as he had.
Like it was enough.
He was good at convincing. He was Michael Westen after all.
Now sweeping his eyes across tables at the restaurant, smiling at the way her head was tossed back, laughing at Sam, he knew he'd never have enough time with her.
Now that the weight has lifted
Love has surely shifted my way
Today and every day
He made his way back to them, grabbing her flailing hand mid gesture and tugging at her.
"They're playing our song." He told her, when she let herself be pulled against his chest.
"This is our song now?" She grinned. Her eyes glazed slightly from the wine she'd been drinking.
"Mm-Hmm." He backed her up to the small dance floor pressing her back keeping them molded together. "It was playing in the car when I asked."
"When you demanded." She corrected.
"When I pleaded." He gave her his most humbled look.
If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
"Are you drunk?" She teased, kissing his chest at the edge of his shirt.
"Not as drunk as you." He countered.
"Celebration of a job well done." She smiled. "And to future jobs well done."
"Careful! You almost sound excited about working for the government.
"Pft." She blew her Cabernet breath into his nostrils and he chuckled again. "I love things that go boom. You've promised me lots of them."
"Lots." He nodded. "I'll let you blow up what ever you want when we end up in some third world crumbling mess."
"You say the sweetest things." She purred.
Together can never be close enough for me
Feel like I am close enough to you
You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love
And you're beautiful
"You are." He said softly.
"What?" She wasn't listening to the words, she wasn't sure if she could focus on anything between his hands and the wine.
"Beautiful." He pressed his cheek to the side of her head. "And I do."
"Love you." He sighed, feeling her cheek twitch.
"Say it again." She whispered, pulling him tighter.
"I love you."
Now that the wait is over
And love and has finally shown her my way
Today and every day
"So, when I need to hear you say it all I need is a bottle of Alexander Valley?" She raised her eye brows and then pursed her lips. He smiled until his eyes crinkled, then nodded.
"I should order a case then." She pressed her head against his chest.
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will
Say you will
"Remember the first time we met?" He asked her softly.
"When we met or when you first started your surveillance of me?"
"Met." He growled in fake irritation, turning her a little quicker than she expected before yanking her back against him.
"You thought I was going to be a push over."
"I thought I would seduce you with my charm." He teased. "And I did."
"Of course you did." She mumbled.
You'll always be
Happy by my side
I promise to
Sing to you
When all the music dies
"I knew I was in trouble right away." He admitted.
"You still are." She snickered he nodded.
"I've never been sorry."
"Never?" She smirked until he shook his head and cupped her face.
"Never." He let his lips close over hers tasting the Alexander on her.
And marry me
Today and everyday
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will
"We got married." She snickered.
"It's been two weeks and you're just realizing that now?"
"Maybe." She exhaled. "Husband."
"I like that." He sighed. "Mrs. Westen."
"Westen." She said crisply. "Fiona Westen. American super spy."
He laughed at her before kissing her again.
"Get a room!" Sam yelled from their table.
"We have one thanks." Fiona shouted back as Michael drug her away from the dance floor.
Say you will
"Good Morning, Sunshine." Jesse laughed as Fi stumbled out onto the hotel balcony and joined the rest of the team at the table.
"This better be good." Fiona grumbled, taking the spoonful of yogurt Michael wordlessly offered before Sam poured her a glass of orange juice.
"Dan Called." Her husband said calmly.
"New marching orders?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Was he impressed with our work?" Jesse sighed.
"Apparently." Michael looked slowly around the table.
"Mike. I'm not liking the whole short sentences theme you go going on here." Sam swallowed.
Westen grunted uncomfortably.
"Michael?" Fiona whispered.
"How's the leg, Jess?"
"I'm walking." Jesse told him warily. "I'd need a mean cover story. How long?"
"Four? We need four week researched covers for this?" Sam rubbed his face.
"What's going on?" Fiona turned her head from face to face, no one met her gaze."Michael?" Her husband reached out and laid his hand over hers.
"Sam." Michael set his eyes on his old friend. "Now's the time to decide if you're in or out."
"Do I get to know what I'm getting into if I'm in?" Sam grit his teeth when Michael shook his head slowly. "Of course not."
"I want you on this Sam." Westen whispered. "But I understand if you need out."
Sam looked at the table for a minute before rubbing his face with a sigh.
"I don't have anything else going on."
"Will someone please tell me what in the hell-?" Fiona raised her voice.
"We have a new mission." He told her blankly.