A/N...I figure since we are all a weepy mess, we could use a little happiness...well-kinda happy...thanks for all the reviews & enjoy!
"Michael, since our latest job is completed, we should go out to dinner to celebrate. You owe it to me after leaving me to babysit that eighty-five year old man. If he pinched my rear end one more time, I was going to..." Fiona said as she laid in bed next to Michael, running her fingers up and down his torso. Michael ended her rant with a deep kiss, planting his hands in her hair.
When the kiss ended, Michael agreed to go out to dinner. In a low, deep voice he asked "How about Datillo's? You haven't been there since you've been home." Michael said, realizing this could be his chance to propose. "I'll make reservations today while you are out getting your nails done."
Fiona smiled. "My nails are terrible. I'm glad you made the appointment for me." Michael smiled back at her, thinking how nice it would be to hear her accept his proposal. He gave her another kiss that made her tingle from head to toe.
At dinner, Michael ordered champagne. "Michael, why champagne? My usual glass of red wine is fine." Fiona said. When the waiter set the champagne flute in front of her, she saw the engagement ring at the bottom. She looked at Michael who was smiling.
"Fiona, will you marry me?" Michael asked. Simple, to the point and most importantly he was Michael Westen proposing.
Fiona drank the champagne and took the ring out of the glass. She handed it back to Michael and said "Hold onto this for safekeeping." Her eyes filled with tears. This time she couldn't look at Michael, she did not want to see the shock and disappointment in his eyes. They finished their dinner and went back to the loft.
Before Michael opened the door to the loft, he looked at Fiona and asked "Do you love me?"
Without hesitation she said "I do love you. You know that. That wasn't how I want my proposal to be. Lets just go inside and go to bed. You have to take Sam to meet the new client in the morning."
The next day Michael and Fiona moved silently around the loft, avoiding conversation if at all possible. When it was time to leave for meeting Sam, Michael kissed Fiona on the head, inhaling her strawberry scented hair. He said "I will see you later." and walked out the door.
Fiona sighed and flopped down on the bed, wondering when Michael would figure out the perfect proposal.
The meeting with the client went fairly well. The job was straightforward and the pay was good. Since leaving the CIA, Michael had been taking more jobs helping people in Miami who needed assistance. Sam was annoyed with Michael because he knew Michael wasn't focused. Luckily Sam took notes at the meeting.
"Mikey, what's with you today? I don't think you heard a single thing that lady was telling us." Sam chided Michael.
"Her ex-husband is bothering her."
"Try substituting 'ex-husband' for angry lesbian ex-lover who is sabotaging our clients job trying to make her look bad and then you'd be right." After taking a sip of his beer, Sam's eyes widened. "You proposed to Fiona again and she turned you down. Oh Brother, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to tell you. I thought the ring in the champagne would have won her over! Tell me what you did, maybe looking back you'll see what went wrong."
Michael looked out into the busy street as he talked. "We were at dinner. I gave the restaurant the ring during the day, while she was getting her nails done, and they said they'd bring the ring before dinner came to the table. I ordered the champagne, she saw the ring in the glass and she drank the champagne. All I said was 'Will you marry me?' When she got the ring out, she handed it back to me and told me to 'hold onto the ring for safe keeping'."
"Ouch! Did you ask her why she isn't accepting your proposals? This is the second one she's already shot down."
Michael shook his head and frowned. "All she said wanted a different proposal, but I don't know what she wants."
"I'm just as confused. She loves you, you love her and that should be enough. You quit the CIA, you are taking clients that need real help...I just don't know what else she wants you to do."
As they sat there in silence, the phone rang. Sam saw it was Fiona. "Elsa, baby! Everything ok?"
Fiona was confused. "Sam, it's Fiona. Is Michael still with you?"
"You know it. I'm going to wrap things up with Mikey and then I'm coming home. Maybe we could go for a swim if your schedule is light today." Sam said, nodding at Mike who was motioning like he was getting ready to leave.
Once Sam saw Michael walk down the street and round the corner, Sam whispered "What the hell are you doing Fi? Stop turning him down and accept his proposal. He loves you and you know he's never going to say it, but I think getting you out of jail and quitting the CIA was a good indication of his love for you."
"Sam, I want him to say the words. Just once I want to hear how important I am to him. I don't need a showy display, I just need him." After Fiona said that, she bit her lip, regretting telling Sam. "Just don't tell him what I want. He needs to figure it out on his own."
Sam sighed and rubbed his face. "The last time we had a conversation this intense, you ended up in jail. You better know what you are doing Tinkerbell, because I don't think Mikey can take much more of this."
"Once he figures out what he needs to do, then I will marry him wherever and whenever he wants. Sam, just try and guide him. Tell him that I don't need anything fancy. I'm afraid he's going to hire skywriter or propose with neon lights."
Sam could feel Fiona's frustration. "Alright, I'll try and do that. Don't worry. It's all going to work out." Sam said goodbye and ended the call. He immediately called Elsa.
"Baby, do me a favor? Call Michael and tell him he has to come see you. Tell him you know that he proposed to Fiona a second time and she turned him down. All I need you to do is to tell him something like a woman like Fiona might not need something big." Sam told Elsa.
"No problem, Mr Cartwright. I'm sure we can accommodate your request. How about I call you after the meeting I'm in right now. Everything will be taken care of."
Sam banged his head on the table, eliciting strange looks from people sitting near him. "Mikey's there, isn't he?"
"You know thats true. Don't worry and I'll call you after my meeting." Elsa said. After being with Sam for sometime now, she understood his codes and played along when needed.
Elsa apologized to Michael. "Sorry sweetie. That was just someone who wants to book a conference room for some accounting conference. Now, let's get back to you and Fiona. Start from the top again and we'll figure out where you went wrong."