He should have written a note.

But what would he say?

Sorry work got in the way see you again soon!

No, he doubted he would ever see her again.

My mission is imploding, had to leave.

Again, no, he wasn't allowed to tell her why he had to leave.

I'm sorry.

Not perfect but it would have done well, actually, any type of note would have done. He could see her waking up and wondering where he went. He could see her searching all their old haunts, hoping that each one would produce a clue to where he went or why he left. He cringed that each place would build her hopes up only to be shattered when each place would be a bust. Explosions would follow next and he knew there would be lots of them all over the Irish countryside.

A faint smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he remembered the look in her eyes right after an explosion would go off. It was so, he didn't know how to describe it, it made her seem so much more alive as if each explosion blew apart something that was stopping her from being truly happy. He liked to think he had been part of that happiness but now, well now he just felt like a jerk.

The past few months had been the best of his life as he found a balance between work and play and a balance within himself. Fiona was the opposite of him, she was unpredictable and wild and was mostly composed of a shoot first ask questions later complex which he had a love/hate relationship with. As their relationship progressed they both opened up to each other. He told her how the scars related to his unfortunate past and in turn she told him about growing up the youngest of six.

He remembered waking up to his cell phone vibrating with the text message:

There's rain coming to wreck your parade.

It took him a moment to figure out what it meant but then he remembered six months ago, or was it six years ago, when his handler Alexander Spire told him the code words that would let him know when the mission was a bust. At first Michael hoped it had been a joke but he knew Alexander and while he was a fun loving man when it came to his work he would never kid. He had slipped out of bed as silently as possible and dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, black t-shirt and the black leather jacket Fi had bought him. Michael knew it was a minor miracle that he had gotten out of her apartment without her waking up.

Now he was in a different country all together, sitting in an apartment waiting for Alexander to come and explain what the hell went wrong with the mission. The past thirteen hours had been long and there was nothing Michael wanted more than was to curl up in bed with Fiona, have some fun and fall asleep to the sound of her breathing. After leaving her apartment Michael had stolen a car and driven to a field in the middle of nowhere Ireland and waited and waited and waited until finally a black Mercedes rolled up and told him that they were his ride home from the parade. The ride had been comfortable through the rolling countryside and winding roads until they arrived at a second field in the middle of no where except this field had a concrete landing strip in the middle where he was picked up by a private jet and taken to London-Heathrow airport. From there he had been given an address by the pilot which was five hours away in a little town called Truro.

After showering and eating he was stuck waiting for Alexander to arrive. He had known it was going to take a while, Alexander liked to take a while just to make sure he didn't have a tail. Finally there was a knock on the door and Michael pulled out his Sig Sauer before walking to the door and peering out the peep hole.

For the first time in thirteen hours he smiled, Alexander hadn't changed in six months. He still had a shock of fiery red hair that stuck up like it was gelled and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. It was almost identical to the outfit he had worn when Michael walked onto the plane that would take him to Ireland "Who is it?" he asked

Alexander snorted "The rain man."

Michael opened the door "Good to see you." He said unknowingly still using the Irish accent.

"Where do you think you are, still in Dublin?" Alexander asked as he walked into the apartment.

"Sorry" Michael said, switching to his natural American accent "So what exactly happened?" he asked, desperate to know what had caused him to leave Fiona in the middle of the night.

Alexander sighed "That, my friend, is not your problem."

Michael sighed "Come on Alex this was my mission and you can't tell me what went wrong?"

"Mike, don't make me do this. You know I can't tell you why it went south."

Anger was now boiling up in Michael and he was having trouble containing it "Alex, listen, I have picked up and left everything on a mission three times before but this" he paused and took a breath "this was different ."

Alex looked at Michael an incredulous look on his face "What's wrong with you?"

Michael knew he couldn't tell anyone about what happened in Ireland so he lied "Sorry, it's just going a little crazy right now. With the mission going south and having to flee the country it's been a wild day."

Alex nodded "Sure, what ever but I can tell you it's nothing. In fact you might say that you got a gold star on your file."

Michael forced a smile "Now that you're here I can sleep. You take the first watch." He said and turned into the first bedroom.

As he undressed into just boxers his mind slipped to Fiona. What was she doing right now? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts so he could sleep. As he lay in bed he wondered what had gone wrong on this mission. What had gone so wrong that he had to flee Ireland? Maybe he would never know but he would sure as hell try and find out.

So Michael doesn't know what went wrong and no one is telling him? Will he ever find out? Next up is Fiona, she finally get's her door fixed and it's time for some explosions but the police may get a little to close.

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