Michael tried to move away from Fiona, who he thought was still asleep, but was surprised when Fiona's arms reached out for him. Instead of getting out of bed, like he had planned, Michael took Fiona into his arms, holding her close and kissing her lips.

"Where were you going?" Fiona asked in between kisses. Michael didn't answer. Instead he rolled Fiona onto her back.

While laying on top of her, he kissed her passionately. He gathered both of her wrists in his large hand and pinned them above her head. Looking into her eyes, he tried to convey what he wanted at that moment from Fiona. She stared back and knew exactly what he wanted from her. He wanted and needed complete control over Fiona. She nodded and let him dominate her, knowing this would make him feel better. She first experienced a dominant Michael in Ireland after a job went horribly bad and most of the group he was working with was killed. He came home incredibly shaken and near tears over the loss of life as out of a team of ten only Michael and another man survived.. A few other times in Miami he took the upper hand in the bedroom whenever he was feeling lost and scattered. Fiona found that if he felt he had control over her, he was able to better calculate what he needed to do next.

Michael's method of domination didn't involve inflicting pain, instead he would make her insane with desire but never letting her reach her total bliss until that last possible moment. He enjoyed hearing her beg for release and seeing her writhe beneath him. It wasn't Fiona's prefered style of lovemaking, as she prefered a more give and take method, but she knew this was the best way to make Michael feel like he was a capable and complete man and not the broken shell he thought he was.

After Michael and Fiona tumbled over the edge of oblivion together, he released her hands and with a shaking hand brushed the hair from her face. "You ok?" Michael asked, kissing Fiona's eyes, which were still closed as she floated back to reality.

Fiona nodded and reached up to touch Michael's face. "As long as I'm with you, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Better" Michael said. He continued to kiss and caress Fiona, giving her his full attention, something she hadn't had since getting out of jail.

He kissed Fiona gently on the head and rolled off of her while still holding her in his arms. Resting his forehead against hers, he said in a soft voice "This is it Fi, this is what I want. I want this moment to last forever. You and I together, like we are in the room, until the end of time. You make me feel so safe and strong. You and your love are the only things I am sure about right now." After giving her a kiss that was full of passion and desire, he whispered "Thank you for taking care of me."

Fiona pulled back a little and looked into MIchael's eyes. "You are my family Michael and that's what we do. We take care of one another. We will always take care of one another." Fiona placed a chaste kiss on Michael's lips. "I want to stay here too but we have to get going."

Continuing to speak in a hushed tone Michael said, "I don't know what to do now Fi. I don't know how to get out of Panama. I don't know how to fight against Card." Letting go of Fiona, he sat up in bed and continued, "He trained me, he knows all the moves I will make because he taught them to me. We have no money and we have no contacts. I can't keep you safe and I can't lose you again. I need you by my side. You make me stronger and keep me sane. I'm scared of what will happen once we step outside that door."

Climbing into Michael's lap, she took his face in her hands she forced him to look at her. "You are Michael Westen and you are the most fearless and bravest person I know. You brought down the people responsible for burning you while helping people who came to you when they had nowhere else to turn. You got me out of the federal jail and you found the man that was responsible for killing Nate. You have no idea what you have accomplished in your life. When we go out there, we have no room for fear. You feel afraid or out of control, you grab on to me. I am not going anywhere and I swear I will be fine. We wont be separated like that again."

Releasing her hands from Michael's face, Fiona climbed out of bed and got dressed. As she spoke she slipped her feet into her shoes. Michael watched her pull her hair into a bun as he began to get dressed. She continued her speech as she dressed. "We have to go out there. You have to focus on getting out of Panama, getting back home to Miami and bringing Tom Card to justice. That son of a bitch needs to be punished. Let's get out there and come up with a plan."

Michael, feeling energized by Fiona's passionate speech, finished dressing and walked out the door. Fiona smiled to herself as she heard Michael's voice booming through the building they were utilizing. Her time alone with Michael was enough to give him release from his grief and stress while at the same time giving him back his sense of control.

"Guys, we have to get out of here. Card's men will find us by nightfall if we stay longer. What do we know so far about where we are?" Michael asked. Fiona stood next to him. As he listened to Jesse explain to Michael the next round of traveling, Sam noticed Michael reached out for Fiona's hand, pulling her right next to him.

"Mikey, I need to show Fiona some weapons I found in the basement. Maybe we can figure out a way to arm ourselves while you and Jesse look at maps." Sam said.

Michael gave Fiona a panicked look. Sam and Jesse both saw his face change when Sam mentioned separating from Fiona. Fiona, sensing Michael's trepidation, reached her hand to his face and simply said softly "You'll be fine. Focus on the maps and I'll be back before you know it." Michael nodded and turned his attention to the maps, like Fiona had instructed.

As Fiona and Sam walked down the stairs to the basement, he told Fiona, "I saw him reach for you and give you that look when I wanted you to come to the basement with me. Level with me, how is he? I have to know if he's able to be part of the team or is he a mess?"

Fiona watched as Sam opened the basement door. "He's ok Sam. He might need a little extra reassurance and bolstering but he'll be able to work. Apparently he saw his mother before we left and she said hateful words and rejected him again. He started to believe that he was a monster and he'd just get us all killed. I built him up as much as I could but she's done so much damage to his mind since Nate's death. If you see him falter or doubt himself, just remind him how good he really is in these situations and we are a team no matter what."

Sam and Fi picked through supplies that were in the basement, trying to figure out what could be carried easily and used quickly if needed. As Sam dug through a tool box, he said quietly to Fiona "You know, I'm glad you are here with us. I know Jesse and I couldn't handle Mikey without you. Mikey will yell and be aggressive towards me when he's really hurting, but he'll unload to you all the stuff he locks away inside of him."

Fiona smiled to herself and said "We've come a long way haven't we Sam? When I first saw you in Michael's loft all those years ago, I wanted to kill you. Now you are like a brother to me and I don't know what I'd do without you."

Sam felt a lump rise in his throat. He felt the same way about Fiona but never knew how to express it to her. The only words he could get out of his mouth without losing his composure were "Same here Fi."

As they continued to look around the basement for weapons and supplies, Jesse and Michael were upstairs looking at maps. Using binoculars to get better feel for the land that surrounded them, Michael tried to figure the best route to a more populated area where they could steal a car. While he scanned the land, Jesse highlighted several routes they could take. "Hey Mike, you doing ok with everything? You seemed kind of off last night."

Michael continued looking out the window. "I'm fine Jesse."

"Ok. I just want to let you know that I have your back. Anything you need, I'm here for you." Jesse said, hoping Michael understood that he meant he really was there for Michael no matter what.

"Thanks Jesse. Just hearing that means a lot to me."

Fiona and Sam came up back upstairs and set down the supplies and weapons they took from the basement. "I'm not sure how well these guns will work. They were in a box in the basement. They didn't look damaged but we won't know for sure until we load and use them." Fiona said.

"I found some ammo, some thin steel pipes, tools and some knives that were tucked away. Whoever was here last seems like they left in a hurry. There's more guns and ammo but we don't want to be weighed down. This should get us to the next place we spend the night at." Sam said.

Fiona walked up to Michael who was looking out the window again. "Where are we spending the night? I'm the only one who isn't in the loop on this plan."

Taking Fiona's hand, he pointed out the window in the general area he wanted Fiona to look. "There's another building that we can reach by nightfall. I've been watching it for most of the day and I haven't seen much movement on the inside or outside. We stop there. In the morning, we need to steal a car and start driving. On foot we are that much easier to catch."

Fiona took the binoculars from Michael and looked out the window. While Michael was explaining the route they would take, Jesse and Sam began to pack up their supplies. Sam said quietly to Jesse, "How was he when you guys were looking at the maps? Everything went ok?"

Jesse nodded. "He was a little quiet. I asked if he was ok because he seemed 'off' last night, but he said he was fine. Told him I have his back. Otherwise we looked at the maps and used the binoculars to check the lay of the land."

Sam was relieved. "Good. We have to have his back on this one, even more than usual. We also have to make sure he's acting rationally. I have a bad feeling he might fly off the handle at the worst time, so let's keep watching him and make sure that doesn't happen. I'm not in the mood to die in Panama so let's get going."

The team left their lodging and heading through the jungles of Panama, hoping to find a way home.