Michael couldn't believe his eyes, Fiona laying there surrounded by fire and smoke. How could anyone just leave someone? He knew if he was running this OP, something like this wouldn't happen. In his mind, it was his fault Fiona was in the predicament. If James had trusted him, then he would have been running this OP and Fiona wouldn't be hurt. He grabbed the fire extinguisher and threw it into the fire. It pushed the flames back just enough so he could go and get Fiona, and that he did. He picked her up and carried her. It reminded him of the time he carried her out of the water after she was shot by O'Neill.

Once he got to some safety, he stopped and put her down to check her. She was breathing, thank God is all he could think. He ran his hands over her body to check for any injuries. This was so hard for him. He hadn't touched her like this in such a long time.

Fiona knew that touch, it was Michael. She would know it anywhere. He did it again. He saved her for the third time since he came back to Miami. She knew she still loved him. She knew she also needed to rescue him from this dark road he was going down. As she started to open her eyes, she saw him, she saw the Michael she loved. At that moment, she knew what she had to do, to save him from James, Sonya and himself.

She looked at him, then she reached up and kissed him. Michael was stunned at first, but the returned the kiss. They kissed like the long lost lovers they were. When they stopped, they kept their heads together, looking into each other's soul. They still held onto each other, looking for the strength they both needed. Then at that moment Fiona knew what she had to do to save Michael. She needed to speak the words that she couldn't when she first saw him just a few weeks ago. As they clung to each other she whispered into his ear, "I love you, I have always loved you. My heart belongs only to you."

Those words so lovingly spoken by Fiona cleared Michael's addled mind, he whispered in Fiona's ear "I am so sorry, so sorry." And he kissed his way to her mouth, and they kissed again, only to stop when Sam called Michael.

"Mike, did you get her."

"Yeah Sam, I'll be out."

Michael turned his attention back to Fiona and said "I will end this. I want to be with you. It has been so hard without you. I am so lost, I need you."

"Michael I will help you to end this." Fiona said to him.

"Fi, I don't want you to get hurt, I can't lose you."

"Michael I can't lose you, I can't do that again, please let me help you." she pleaded.

With a heavy sigh, Michael agreed. He knew that she was the one who could keep him from losing himself. He also knew that no one could know that she was helping him. This would only endanger her more. They both knew they needed to keep this from everyone, to keep them safe along with the others.

Michael brought her out, no one the wiser of what had transpired mere moments before. Both Michael and Fiona knew how to keep this to themselves, their training always helped them with this type of deception, even Sam wouldn't be able to know.

Everyone went back to James' compound. Fiona was being cared for, when Michael entered the makeshift room they had her in. He went over to her to check on her. She saw his hand bandaged, and she asked "What's this."

He answered "This, it's nothing."

While she touched his hand looking at the bandage, he dropped a small piece of paper in her palm. No one could see it, and when she pulled her hand back she took the paper. They would have to find ways to communicate quietly, letting no one know what they were up to, the CIA, James, Sonya and even Sam, until it was necessary to include Sam and Jesse.

She quietly read the note, all it said was tonight your place. When Michael looked back, he got her answer, yes. They knew how to communicate in a way no one else could see, she just did a quick nod, which the casual observer would not see. They would get started tonight to dismantle James' network and end Michael's job with the CIA.