When you're a spy, there are things you never get to see: the happiness of a family you helped saving directly or indirectly is one of the most important events you miss. It's good thing cause it doesn't make you homesick, and then, vulnerable. But as a burned spy who helps people for almost no money at all, there's something you get to see every now and then. But there's no way you can get ready for your ex-girlfriend being sensitive about her life... because you saved it.

Michael was upstairs, finishing his morning yogurt. No need to say that due to the previous experiences he had, he was looking over his shoulder 24/7. Being away from windows and try to listen to everything that goes around his place is standart procedure, but it gets tough at night when you got a club under your feet.
Someone knocked on the door. Michael promptly got his gun and aimed it at the door. There was few people on the not-to-shoot list and the rest of the world on the potentil threat list. Luckly, it was Fiona. She still had a bandage on her left arm and walked in rather calmly, even though her life was at stake too.

- "Fi!", Michael said while walking down the stairs. He took a good look outside, came back in and locked the door, to then move Fiona slowly until a safer spot than right next to the door. "It's good to see you're okay, Fi. It really is."

- "Thank you, Michael.", she said with a beautiful smile on her face, but feeling like something was wrong. "It's good to be alive. But I came here to talk to you..."

- "Don't tell me you're still going back to Ireland, Fiona! You almost got yourself killed last time. You know how..."

Michael, (un)fortunatelly, didn't get to end that thought cause Fiona rushed into his lips and kissed him passionately. He kissed back, his arms around her waist, her right arm around his neck, nevermind about the gun he was still holding. That moment went on for as much as they wanted it too, but not long enough. Then it came down to a awkward silence which Fiona broke moments later.

- "I came to talk to you, Michael."

- "I-I'm listening. What's up, Fi?"

- "You know, I have all the reasons in the world to brag about how I was right and you were wrong, how I had told you to pay attention to Strickler's moves and to think about something else but your job, about how that guy made me sick and how I knew he was a bad man who's trying to use you to do his gigs..."

Michael facial expression changed way before she could end her little speech, but he knew she was right and he deserved to hear it. Though listening to that was painful - cause he so wanted his job back and this time it seemed like he'd get it - it was also fair and square. She continued.

"...I'm not gonna tell you such speech. Not right now. Probably not ever, Michael. You saved my life and killed Strickler because of what he was and because of what he did to me, knowing that that would jeopardize your 'dream' to get back in. And I'm eternally grateful to that, Michael. And I want you to know I'd do the same for you. And I..."

On Michael's head, there was now a new level of awkward silence. He has blown out of his mind by that. Fiona looked way different from that ex-soldier she was, she was human and that was one the reasons Michael loved her so much. He stepped closer and held her against his chest, laying his head on the top of hers.

- "I know, Fi, I know. I feel the same way about you, you know".