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A figure moved in bed…

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The figure turned itself again…

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The thing just wouldn't stop….After a while of the constant ringing, a hand shot out of the blanket and cut the alarm off...

After rolling a little bit more, Fiona Glenanne sat up in bed. Rubbing her eyes with the balls of her fists she threw the blanket, previously lying on her, to cover the asleep silhouette of her boyfriend. Then swinging her legs of the bed she stood up picking the alarm clock and squinting at it to check the time…4:00 AM…

Putting the clock back, she walked up to the sink, switching on the percolator; she fumbled along the cabinets trying to find the coffee grounds…

"I just bought some day before..." she mumbled.

Having found them she put them in and then sitting on the stool, she put her head on the workbench and shut her eyes…

A beeping noise from her percolator woke her up, reminding their coffee was done. Picking up a mug for herself, she poured out a strong cup of coffee. Settling back into her seat she stared at her curtains, the newly relocated workbench, Michael, her cup and then finally the alarm clock...

"Michael!...Michael! Get the hell up! Oh god I'm late! I was supposed to be having coffee with you right now! Wake up you great grand-dad!" She said as she took quick paces to his side of the bed.

"Michael, get up!" she said shaking him.

"….mmmm…No…uh…" He said as he turned himself over.

"What no! Get up! We're late already!"

"Time…what?..."

"7 minutes past 4! We're officially 2 minutes late now Michael! Now move your sorry ass out of bed!"

"It's 4 in the morningggg…me wanna sleep….let go..."

"You wanna sleep? Well, I never asked you if you wanna sleep or not! You promised me a week ago Michael! This holiday is much needed! We need to relax!"

"Can we start that….by…letting me sleep?..."

"Oh no you have slept enough! If you'd have gone to bed like me, Sam and Jesse at 8 this would not have been a problem…but no! you need to stay glued to those stupid dossiers!"

"Sam n Jesse didn't go to sleep that early….they were having beer with me…"

"Oh well….serve them right too! Birds of a feather huh?"

"Ya ya feathers on a bird….Can I sleep now?" Michael covered his head with the pillow.

Fi narrowed her eyes and then pulled the velvet soft blanket off him.

"Where blanket go?..." Michael murmured as he groped around for the blanket with his head still stuck underneath the pillow.

"The blanket go to hell! Like you will if you don't wake up!"

"I feel cold!"

"Its god-damn Miami, Michael! How cold do you think it gets here?"

"I don't know…I feeling cold!"

"Stop being an I-specialist! Now MOVE!" she said shaking him hard. In response, he rolled to the edge of her side of the bed. Exhaling audibly, Fi bent over giving him a light push spoiling the very delicate balance he had managed to attain.

"Owwwwwwww! I hit my head on the table Fi!"

"Good! Now you're awake! Now get up!" she said walking past him to the counter.

"Can I get a little help here Fi?"

"No you cannot! Thanks to you, my coffee is cold now!" she said throwing the dregs into the sink. "Now drink up!"

"Where you going?"

"To get the bag. Last minute check."

"Bag? Who's bag? What bag? Which bag? When bag? How bag?"

"Our vacation bag…"

"Vacation? We're going to the beaches of Miami Fi!" he said dragging every syllable.

"We're going for 3 days! Unless you intend on living like a stone-age cannibal covering yourself with palm leaves, I suggest you shut up and help me out a little bit."

"Help you out with what? You sat and packed from 5 to 7 in the evening yesterday! And then you had dinner…never served me and went to sleep without even saying a word to me!"

"Oh wait! Let's remember what you were doing at that time! Yeah when I mentioned packing, you ran away with Sam! When I called you to tell you that I made dinner, you in the nicest way possible, told me, I was a fricking mad woman to have food this early and then dismissed me off before I could say anything much of a good night, with a ' I can handle it Fi! Its fine, I'll wake up at whatever time you say. Just don't drag me to bed this early.'" Fi said air quoting his words and putting on his voice.

"Fine I get the idea. Just get that cursed bag!"

As she climbed up the stairs of the loft, he sipped on his lukewarm coffee. Suddenly feeling disgusted tasting coffee this early in the morning, he tipped his into the sink too.

Fi audibly yelled from the top "Oh my god! Why does this always have to happen to me! Michael….catch!"

"Fi what are you gonna-

Michael dashed across the loft as Fi suddenly threw her big cotton tote from the top. Catching it in the nick of time, even he had to buckle under the weight of it. He didn't expect it to be so….full!

"What was that for?"

"We're late Michael! Put it on the bed and go for a bath!"

"Now? It's cold and I'm still sleepy!"

"Oh screw the sleep! I thought we had this conversation before!"

"Maybe not enough! It's 4:15! What are we doing up this early! Is it even legal to go to beaches this early?"

"Michael, first of all…what happened to the all-spy resistance, the ability to stay up in all odd times, not feel cold in Miami? And we're not going to the beaches right away! We're going to watch the sun rise over Miami horizon!" she said grinning at him widely.

"I'm on vacation remember! Why are we doing this apparent aimless job of staring at the sun?"

"Michael, because it is a memorable way to start a vacation, even if the only kinda vacation you'd let happen in Miami is the kind that starts Friday morning and gets over Monday morning!"

"No the only kinda vacation I'd like would start Sunday morning, end Sunday morning! You extended it on either sides!"

"Well, when I asked you guys whether we needed some R'n'R you guys said 'no' so I vetoed 'yes'." She said pushing him towards the bathroom.

"That's because we really didn't need-

Fi shut the door with a resolved 'bang' behind him. "Take a bath quickly, and Don't. You. Dare. Wet. The goddamn bathroom!"

Then picking up her mobile, she conference-called Jesse and Sam…

"PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE ALREADY!"

Mike jumped inside the bathroom in fright. Speeding up his rate of putting the toothpaste on his toothbrush. When this woman had decided, she'd do anything to get it done.

Fi called them for the third time, this time a very tired Jesse picked up the phone.

"Hullo?"

"WAKE UP!"

"whoa! Where? What? Huh?"

"PICK UP YOUR ASS, TAKE IT TO THE BATHROOM, WASH IT, CLOTHE IT AND MAKE IT DRIVE THAT FANCY CAR OF YOURS TO THE CARLITO'S!"

Sam finally picked up his phone.

"Uh?"

"YOU TOO SAME THING!"

"What?" Sam exclaimed.

"She's telling you to pick your ass and wash it and clothe it man! And oh ya….and make it drive your fancy car to the carlito's!"

"What?"

"MAYBE I WAS NOT BEING CLEAR! I THINK I WAS BEING QUITE CLEAR, WASN'T I JESSE?"

"Can somebody please tell me why a guy and a fricking mad woman are calling me up in the middle of the night and teaching me ass-cleanliness?"

"Because you can't do it yourself man." Jesse said matter-of-factly.

"ARE YOU JUST ABOUT DONE IN THERE?"

"Who?" both the voices came in simultaneously.

"I'm doing it alrite Fi! Can I just shave in peace!" Mike yelled from inside the bathroom.

"Is that Mikey?"

"No it's just some other seedy guy I just picked up from the bar last night….OF COURSE ITS MICHAEL! YOU IDIOT!"

"What is he doing?" asked Jesse.

"WASHING THE BATHROOM FROM THE TIME HE'S TAKING!"

"I can hear you!"

"I KNOW! THAT'S WHY I'M SAYING IT OUT L-O-U-D! AND YOU TWO! WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S GOING ON HERE? HAPPY HOUR! DO I HAVE TO ELUCIDATE EVERYTHING I SAY? GO-TAKE-A-BATH!"

"YES MA'AM!" all the three went….

Mike came out of the bathroom grumbling and shivering. "Why is it called a holiday…Stupid sun…who goes to see the sun anyway?"

"There you are!" Fi said. She looked up at him holding her phone in her hand. Apparently she was screaming at them in loud-speaker mode.

"Are you two just about done there?"

"YEAH! HOLD ON!" yelled Jesse.

"Can't a man just put his trusted Old Spice on!

"What are you doing taking a bath in Old Spice? Just put it on already! What are you trying to court the sun?"

"Don't hurt his manly instincts Fi" Michael finally managed to speak up instantaneously regretting it.

"Oh you shut up Michael! Wear that T-shirt quickly! What trying to make me melt with your abs or something? Not working! Fold that blanket! Put those abs to some good use!"

Michael pouted while Sam and Jesse laughed in the background.

"Now what are you two laughing about!"

"Nothing nothing!" they both went.

"Still applying overbearing musk?"

"No! I can't wear my jeans with one hand!" Sam exclaimed.

"What's the other one upto?"

"Wearing a pair of shorts! Leave me alone! Pester Mike instead!"

"Shut up! You two I'm letting you off the hook right now! Meet-me-and-Michael-at-the-Carlito's-at-5:30. Is that clear enough?"

"Yup!"

"Yeah!"

And the clicks of two phones could be heard. "And now what the hell are you doing?" Fi asked Michael.

"Now I'm going for a bath. Dare you, so much as even look at the bed, let alone sit or lie, I swear to you Michael Westen! If you don't sleep on the loft stairs for the rest of your life then my name is not Fiona Glenanne! And oh yeah! No sex for a fortnight!"

"But-

"zip!"

"Fortn-

"Shhh or it's a month!"

Michael pouted and sat on his favorite green chair. "Can I at least have yogurt?"

"This early in the morning? Yuck!"

Fi gave him a look of disdain and then picking up her towel walked into the bathroom.

Michael looked at the bed….it looked so tempting! But the woman wouldn't have sex with him if he violated the code of trust! "Who does that? No sex for a fortnight!" staring grumpily at the blanket neatly folded by him, he suddenly got an idea.

She didn't say anything about where he took the blanket! He picked it up and walked out of the loft towards the Charger. "At least I'll get some sleep there!"

Author's note: So that was the first chapter. Last time lots of peps were like… "It's a one shot right?" n "Oh I thought it was a one-shot!" so no this is officially NOT a one shot…you guys just have to suffer me for a little longer…..

On another note….loved writing Fi this time! Hope she's not too overbearing! :D