A/N: Last mini-fic.

Prompt: things you said when you were scared from silver-x-cross

Paige swore that her heart stopped when she heard gunshots ring out. Panicked, she pulled out her own gun and was about to run onto the scene, when Johnny grabbed her arm.

"Give him a second," Johnny said.

"Let me go or I"ll shoot you," Paige demanded. She didn't care if this wasn't protocol. How long were they going to stand there like everything was okay when there was a good chance it wasn't? "Mike could've gotten shot! He - "

"I wish I could say it was a pleasure doing business with you..." Mike's voice said over the transmitter.

"GO! GO! GO!" Johnny ordered once Mike said the bust line.

The TAC team started moving towards the warehouse and this time Johnny didn't try to stop her from rushing onto the scene. Her eyes quickly scanned the warehouse, relaxing when she saw Mike holding one of Ochoa's men at gunpoint and Ochoa was slumped on the floor in a pool of blood.

One of other agents arrested the man Mike was holding at gunpoint, while the rest combed through the warehouse.

"You good, Mikey?" Johnny asked, kneeling in front of Ochoa, checking his pulse. "

Paige resisted the urge to run into Mike's arms, well aware of how many sets of eyes were on them. People knew they were dating. It wasn't a secret, but she didn't need her coworkers knowing anything about her personal life.

It was hard enough being a female agent. She needed the men she worked with to respect her as an agent. She didn't need them treating her like she was Mike's girlfriend.

"I'm fine." Mike holstered his gun and walked towards her.

Paige forced herself to take a deep breath, hoping it would alleviate some of the tension in her body. The warehouse was buzzing with activity. Everything was under control, but she should be helping, not standing around checking on Mike. He was fine. He wasn't hurt.

He wasn't lifeless on the ground like Ochoa.

But he could have been.

"Agent Warren," Paige said, trying to keep her tone cool. Because if she didn't, she was pretty sure she would crack.

Following her lead, Mike stopped in front of her and didn't make a move to touch her. "I'm fine. I wasn't even stabbed," Mike joked.

The tears that Paige didn't even realize she was holding back started streaming down her face.

Mike was a federal agent. They both were. Dealing with life and death situations was their job. They had to think under pressure and trust their instincts. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

Just because this was normal didn't mean his life hadn't been in danger minutes earlier. The people they dealt with were ruthless and sometimes unstable. Things were fine now, but she was well aware of the fact of how differently things could've turned out.

Mike wordlessly pulled her into his arms, tightly enveloping her in his arms. "I'm okay," Mike quietly said. He gently stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as he comforted her. "Not even a scratch on me."

Paige smoothed her hands over his chest, reassuring herself that he was really okay. She wasn't the type of girlfriend that broke down at the scene because her boyfriend was in danger. Of course he was in danger, it was his job. But when faced with the real possibility of losing him, she panicked. "If you do that to me again, I'll kill you," Paige murmured, resting her head against his chest.

"I love you, too."

THE END