A/N...I must give credit to BurnerNoelle / Burner4Life (same person) as she wrote the letter from Michael to Fiona! I could not have written a better letter myself! Thanks to WritePassion, Amanda, Kris & Ali all for reading parts here & there. Much love to all my gals on Twitter & readers here. I love you all! Hope you all enjoy!

Fiona arrived back at the loft several hours later. She didn't see Michael's car parked there, but she still hoped he was inside. Entering the loft, she looked around and didn't see Michael waiting for her as she had hoped. Fiona dialed Sam's phone number. "Sam, he's gone." was all she said when he answered.

Sam sighed. "I'm sorry. After you left, Jesse and I talked to him a little. I thought we had gotten through to him. Come to the hotel like we talked about before. I'll have Elsa get you a nice room and anything else you need. She's working tonight, so I could come and keep you company."

"Thanks Sam. I'll be there soon." Fiona said, ending the call.

Before she left, she sat down on the bed, the same bed she had shared with the man who she thought loved her more than anything in the world. She let out a loud scream as she laid back. It was a scream mixed with heartbreak and frustration. As her head hit the pillow, she noticed a letter that laid next to her. "At least this time you had the decency to leave me a letter telling me goodbye." she thought to herself.

Feeling tears come to her eyes, she quickly stood up and grabbed the letter, her purse and phone. She ran down the stairs and into the street. Walking, for what felt like hours, Fiona came across an Irish pub and decided she needed a good strong drink before she read Michael's letter. After two strong drinks, she decided to open the letter. Her fingers trembled as she read what she assumed was Michael's good-bye to her.

My Dearest Fi,

I have so much to tell you but I don't know why I can't actually say them to your beautiful face. Instead of telling you not to leave me here, in this loft, I let you walk out the door. I'm a fool and I'm sorry I've pushed you to giving me an ultimatum.

I guess I'll start at the beginning. You know my childhood was less than happy. Love and affection was never shown much in my house. Mom tried her best to show me love but it always felt conditional. I thought that was how love worked. I do something good and I am shown love. You changed all that. You showed me that love was to be freely given and only depended on that I was honest and true in return. No matter how bad our fights were, I knew you still loved me.

I never expected to fall in love with you. I fell in love with you shortly after I met you and I don't regret that. You were an asset and I knew better than to fall in love with one, but I did it anyway. There was something about you that seemed different from all the other women I had been with. Our relationship was far from easy, but I knew I wanted you and needed you in my life. You brought out a side of me I never knew was there, a soft side, a side that was more gentle and loving. I had all these walls built up around me and you managed to tear them down. I know I said we were profoundly unhappy but by the same token, you always made me the happiest man in the world.

Do you know my biggest regret? My biggest regret is being forced to leave you in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye. I had to leave in order to keep you safe and protected as my cover was blown. You were in danger because of me and if I stayed, you would have been killed. I NEVER wanted to leave you. I wanted to take you but I couldn't. I tried but it wasn't possible. To this day I am truly sorry for never saying goodbye and breaking your heart. Truth be known, my heart was broken too. I never knew what a broken heart felt like until the night I left you in Ireland.

I never expected you to be waking me up after I was dumped in Miami. I know you wondered why I kept your number in my wallet. There were two reasons: one was I did not want my mother to know where I was and the second was that I always hoped that we would meet again. When you decided to stay and help, I was happy to have you back in my life. I know you wanted me and Lord knows I wanted you. I wanted to feel your touch, hear your voice and feel your lips kissing mine. However, since I was recently burned, I know I had to focus on my priorities. It was so hard to focus sometimes but I had to get to the bottom of why I was burned. I wish I could have put you before the job, but I was so blinded and narrow minded. All I could think of was getting unburned. I apologize for not putting you first more often.

You pursued me and I fended off your advances. I pushed you away for fear of not being able to give you the love I thought you deserved and wanted from me. We may have been unhappy together, but you were always the one for me. Part of the reason I pushed you away was that leaving you in the middle of the night in Ireland devastated me. I was always afraid that if I loved you, you could be taken from me at any moment and I knew I couldn't live through that again.

I know I pushed you into dating Campbell. All I wanted was to see you happy and I thought he made you happy. I don't know if you'll ever realize how much it hurt to see you hanging on him or even touch him. I never wanted you to date anyone else. I always thought you were mine and I was yours. I was relieved when Campbell broke up with you because then I could pursue you and win you back. I never wanted to lose you to Campbell.

I hate that feeling when I think I've lost you. It splits my heart in two and makes me sick to my stomach. Like the time I thought you were burned in a fire at Gary Poole's house, I was so distraught. All I could feel was blinding pain. Everything hurt and nothing seemed real. I was so relieved that you were waiting for me back at the loft. At first I thought you were a visage, a ghost or something totally unreal. Once I touched you and felt you, I knew you were real and alive. I made love to you that night to show you I was still very much in love with you.

I feel my heart breaking as I write this letter because I find my thoughts wandering to when I almost lost you to Ireland and Strickler. Finding you in the water, bleeding from your gunshot wound, sent waves of terror through my body. When you were in prison, that was the hardest to get through. I was dead inside. The loft didn't feel much like home and I couldn't sleep, eat, or think straight. I remember sitting in the Charger with your letter in one hand and my gun in the other. I hope you know that I need you with me regardless how bad things are between us because without you, I'm lost. The more I think about it, the more I know I can't lose you again. I want you to know that you are my love, my life, my strength, basically you are everything to me. I never could have made it through the aftermath of Nate's death and his funeral without you by my side. You were so strong for me, when I couldn't be strong myself.

At first, I wanted to be mad at you for making me choose between my work and finding Nate's killer or choosing a life with you. You can't make demands like that on me. Its not fair. Then I realized all of the things you have gone through with me just so we could get to this point in our lives and I realize that I can't be mad at you. You have given up so much to be with me like your country and family. I want to thank you for standing by me all these years, even when things were rocky between us. You never gave up on me. You should have. You've always been there for me, even when I couldn't be there for you like you needed. Thank you for saving my life more times than I can count. Thank you for being my best friend. You could always do better, but you'd rather be with me. You will always be the most important person in my life. I love you Fiona Glenanne with all my heart and soul and no matter where we are and no matter what the future holds, there is nobody I would rather be with than with you.

Love Always,
Michael

Fiona placed the letter down on the bar. She carefully folded it and placed it back in its envelope. Leaning on the bar, placing her head in her hands, she softly wept. Feeling someone tap her on the shoulder, she sat straight up thinking the person behind her was checking on her. She said "I'm ok."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The person behind her proceeded to tap her shoulder again. Not wanting them to see her tears, she said more forcefully, "I said I was fine, so leave me alone."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Feeling rather annoyed at this person behind her, he began to gather her belongings and count out cash to leave for her drinks. She did not turn around because she didn't want to end up punching the person who was bothering her. She froze when she heard a familiar American voice ask "Would you like to dance?"

Fiona gasped and turned around. "Michael...I thought..Panama...your job!" Realizing Michael stood right in front of her, she threw her hand to her mouth and tried to prevent the sob that was threatening to escape from her body.

"You left me and I was alone. I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you." Michael said, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes he took her face into his hands and gave her a kiss. Breaking from the kiss he rested his forehead against hers and said "We can talk later. Right now all I want do is dance with you. I want to do is start over. Am I too late? Can we have a new beginning?"

With tears in falling down her cheeks, Fiona whispered "I would like nothing better." Fiona hopped off the bar stool and grasped his hand tightly in hers. Michael led her over to the jukebox where he picked a slow song. As the song played, they danced cheek to cheek. He held her tight, keeping his eyes closed, while swaying to the music. Michael occasionally kissed Fiona above the ear, telling her over and over that he was sorry, he loved her and would never leave her again..

Towards the end of the song, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers. He never wanted the moment to end. The song finished and Fiona said "Take me home." Fiona took Michael's hand as she went to grab her belongings and walk out into the night with the man who gave up everything for her.