really fi? said Michael.

Fiona ignores him and yells, "why is it that whenever it comes to me,everything is so complicated for you!"

"Fiona-please.i cant do right now". he says and steps closer to her but Fiona immediately raises her gun to his forehead.
Michael is flabbergasted.

"you're not gonna do this". Michael declares,confident that Fiona would never actually shoot him.
"that's what you think". Fiona growls and pulls the trigger and a loud spit cracked through the air.

the bullet shattered a vase that was placed right behind Michael on the bed side table.

the same vase that he and fi had shopped for when she had moved in with him.

Michael gulped.
he realized she was serious.
She turns towards the door and locks it so that Michael couldnt t leave for his meeting and then has him on gunpoint again.
"fi-look .."Michael starts to explain but she cuts him off.
"I am sick of this michael!do you even know how difficult you are!you seriously need to get a life!

i want us to move on Michael!"

Michael is speechless.

he looks into her eyes.

she stared boldly,almost challengingly into his eyes.

it was the same look she would have every time she would become so damn furious with him.

he remembered how rebellious she would become every time he would say something that was likely to set her off.

he recalled how every violent fight of theirs would end with both of them with very little clothes.

he knew loving this woman was like playing with fire but deep down he also knew that she was made for him-for better or for worse.
It was almost funny how they still stood at the same place-trying to strangle one another.

several of the scars Michael processed marked the nights of love-making with Fiona.
He realized their was no pint of arguing with her.

still locked into her gaze,michael dropped his coat and apologised,"you win fi-youre right".
she can't believe what she's hearing."now is that so."she said.

"believe it or not."he murmurs and digs his hand into his pocket to pull out his revolver and he throws it over to the couch.

"i know im not good at this fi-but i don't take you for granted.i never did."he goes on.

"and i need you to understand that. i don't have the strength to do this with you-not again."he explains.

this was shocking for Fiona.

it was unsettling for her when he was that sincere.

he didn't want to fight.

Fiona would never run away from a fight but she eventually puts the gun down and sighs."you should go."

michael,who still hadn't looked away from her gaze slowly walks to her.

Fiona realises he wasnt going to leave.

she takes a step backward-right onto the door.

the door knob pressing hard against her back.

he came up close.

she did not expect any of this.

he begins to stroke her cheek lightly with his fingers.

"you do realise that if you're not gonna leave im going to whack you across the chops."she says.
michael chuckles.
"if that's what you want."he replied,his lips suddenly closer to hers.
"i hate you."she whispers back.
"so ive been told."he murmurs and swoops down low to press his mouth against hers.
Fiona slides her arms around his neck-force of habit.
michael slams her body back against the door,his hands in her hair.
ordinarily,Fiona is never clear-headed in situations like this.

she lets her temper get he best of her.

but in this particular case,she realises she and michael had moved on with their relationship.

she had been wrong.
a wave of hysteria made it impossible for her to pull away from his smothering embrace.
as michael kisses her,he realises that this was what he wanted.

the CIA would have to wait.
...

they lay in bed,limbs tangled together,rumpled bed sheets and their clothes scattered ont he floor...what a perfect night!