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After driving around for twenty minutes, Michael pulled into a parking lot. Fiona looked at the sign for the restaurant. She just looked at Michael with a you must be kidding me expression.
"Seriously Michael, Applebee's? She questioned.
"What, you said the first place with out a value menu. Well last time I was here, there was no value menu. C'mon, it could be fun. We could be like normal people for once." Michael parked the car and started to get out.
"Michael it is just about 6:30, dinner time. Do you know how busy this place is going to be?" Michael looked around the parking lot noticing all the cars. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Michael thought for a minute. "Yeah Fi I do." He got out of the car, walked to the passenger side, and opened the door for Fiona. He took her hand to help her out of the car. He closed the door behind her and they started to walk towards the doors. He put his arm around her shoulders.
"Such a gentleman today." Fiona leaned into his side. "I can get used to this Michael." As they made it to the doors, Michael opened the door with his free hand and escorted Fiona through. When he looked up, he saw how many people were actually inside the restaurant. Fiona was not sure but she thought she heard him gasp. "Are you ok Michael? We can still go somewhere else."
Michael just stood still and observed his surroundings for a minute. Once he learned where the exits were he turned to look at Fiona. "No, we are already here and I am hungry." Michael left her side just long enough to put his name on the list for a table. When he got back to Fi, she had managed to find a somewhat quiet corner to stand in. He had managed to wiggle his way behind her and wrap his hands around her waist. She leaned back into his chest and they stood there and waited. Finally, Michael broke the silence. "Have you ever been here before?"
"Nope, I think I would have remembered this place." she responded turning her head slightly to look up at him.
"Oh, well the foods pretty good and if I tell them it's your birthday they will sing you a song." He smiled and gave her a little squeeze.
"Don't you dare, since when do you try and attract attention to yourself?" She started to turn in his arms when she felt something vibrate on her stomach and jumped. "What the hell is that?"
"Relax Fi, its just this." he held up the pager that was given to him a few minutes ago, the lights were flashing and it kept vibrating. "It's not a weapon; it just lets us know that our table is ready." He started to walk past her but she did not move. "Fi, you coming?" He held out his hand to her.
She took his hand and he led the way to the hostess that would she them to their table. Michael had asked to be seated at a table in the far corner which just so happened to be near an emergency exit. One side of the table had chairs while the other side was a booth. Fiona took the chair so Michael sat in the booth. Once they were seated, an overly peppy waiter came over to take their drink orders. "I will have red wine." Fiona said and smiled up to the waiter. "And I will have an ice tea." replied Michael.
"I will need to see some I.D. Miss." the waiter looked at Fiona. Fiona shot him a look, and then suddenly wished he were anywhere else. Fiona dug through her bag and found "her" I.D., she showed it to the waiter and he quickly walked away.
"What I.D. did you show him? I've never seen anyone try and get away from you so quickly before."
"Bonnie Parker." she handed Michael the I.D. He just looked at it and laughed.
"Nice Fi. How long have you had this one?" He handed her the I.D. back.
"Not too long, a couple of month's maybe."
The waiter came back a few minutes later with their drinks. "Are you ready to order yet?
Michael looked at Fi briefly and then the waiter. "No we are going to need a few more minutes."
"Ok no problem I'll come back in a few minutes then." the waiter turned and walked away.
Michael and Fiona looked over the menus. A few minutes later, the waiter came back and they told them what they wanted.
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Jesse got to the loft fifteen minutes after he spoke to Michael. He let himself in with the key they had given him and went straight for the fridge dropping the bag he brought in with him on the counter. He grabbed a beer and a yogurt. Sitting at the counter he casually looked around at light fixtures, power outlets, anything that looked to be out of place. The one thing he noticed right away was the way the bed was left. Pretty obvious that they were not just sleeping in the bed today. He went into the bag and pulled out what looked like a cell phone but was actually a small bug detector. After turning it on, he was able to put it in his pocket and just walk around the loft a bit. As he made it to the balcony doors he started hearing a beeping that was getting faster the closer he moved to the doors. Trying not to make it look like he was looking for anything, he looked at a picture that was hung on the wall just next to the doors. After a moment, he spotted a little camera inside of a wood knot. It would have never been noticed unless someone was looking for it. Jesse left the camera where it was, opened the balcony doors, and walked outside. He picked up the towel that was left on the floor earlier and flung it over his shoulder. He was turning to go back inside when he saw across the canal a camera on a building. It was just a regular security camera but it looked to be pointing at the direction of the loft and not the street below the building. Jesse walked back inside dropping the towel on the bed. Jesse took his actual cell phone out and started to type a text to Fiona. Tell Mike found 2 cameras. Looks 2b just video. No signs of any audio. Will tlk to u l8r. He sent the text to Fiona and started to pack up his things. As he was zipping his bag, his eyes wandered up to the office part of the loft. Jesse put the bag back down, he still had the scanner in his pocket and he walked up the stairs. Once at the landing the beeping started again. Jesse walked closer to the computer and the scanner was a constant buzz. He was not sure if it was another camera or an audio bug that was near or in the computer. Jesse casually looked through some of the papers on the desk so it looked like he had a reason to be up there. After a few minutes, he went back, downstairs grabbed his bag and left the loft. Once Jesse was back in his car he dialed the burner phone Michael had called him from earlier, hoping Michael did not dump it yet. Michael answered on the third ring.
"Yeah Jesse what's up?
Jesse started his car and started to drive away. "Hey Mike I just left the loft, I found a camera in a wood knot by the balcony doors, another camera across the canal that looked to be facing the balcony of the loft. I am on my way over there now to check that out for you. I also found something up in the office. Not sure, what but the scanner went crazy. I left everything as it was, hopefully Anson or whoever is watching didn't realize what I was doing." Jesse heard a loud cheering in the background of wherever Michael and Fiona were. "Where are you guys? You said you were going to get dinner. Sounds like you are at a bar."
"We are out to dinner. It's not exactly a bar, but at the same time I guess it could be."
"Where are you? It doesn't sound like Carlitos or anywhere else you would go to."
"Honestly Jesse you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"C'mon Mike are you really gonna make me guess?" Jesse made it around the canal to the building across from the loft. He parked under where the camera was positioned. Jesse got out of the car and looked up to the camera; it was definitely facing right at the balcony of the loft. "Shit man that camera I told you about that I thought was facing the loft, is. From the looks of the camera, it seems to be high end with good zoom. Hope you guys aren't walking around the loft naked when the doors are open." Jesse chuckled a little. "Not that it would matter since there is another camera inside the loft."
Michael was quiet for a few moments. "Not funny Jess. Listen I would rather not talk now, I will give you a call later. Fi and I may not be going back to the loft tonight."
"Ok Mike, Ill talk to you later." Jesse was about to end the call. "Wait Mike you never told me where you guys are."
"Your right I didn't." Michael ended the call.
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Michael put the phone away and looked at Fi. "Jesse is done at the loft; he found a camera by the balcony doors and something up in the office." He paused for a moment. "He also noticed a camera across the canal that is pointing at the balcony. Seems to think its high end."
Fiona put down her glass that she had just picked up. "Michael you know that means that he saw us this morning. That he saw me naked outside." Fiona looked truly disgusted by the realization. "I don't want to go back to the loft tonight."
"I know Fi; would you rather go to my moms or a hotel?" Michael looked up as their waiter was coming with their food.
They both nodded to the waiter when their plates were put in front of them. "Well we could go to your moms and have her tell us all about her day with Nate and Charlie. Then question us why we aren't sleeping at the loft." Michael shook his head no. "So I guess we are going to a hotel." Fiona started to eat her salad as Michael dug into his chicken fajita. Fiona reached over and stabbed a piece of his chicken smiling at him as she ate it. "Mmmm this is good Michael." She reached over to grab another piece. Michael lightly smacked her hand away.
"Fi, you do this every time we go out to eat. You order a salad then you end up eating what ever I order." Fiona reached over again this time he let her take the chicken.
"You can't share Michael? You never seemed to mind before today." She reached over for a third time this time stabbing a pepper.
"Of course I don't mind Fi. I'm just curious why you insist on ordering a salad when you never eat it?" Michael reached over to her plate for a tomato and popped it in his mouth.
"Michael you know I love the tomatoes." She looked slightly mad at him for a minute.
"Do you want it back?" Michael stuck out his tongue with the tomato still whole balancing near the tip of his tongue.
Fiona reached out to hold his head still then leaned in and sucked the tomato out of his mouth. Michael just looked shocked that she actually took the tomato back.
"Really? You can take from my plate but I can't take from yours? Sharing goes two ways you know." Michael went back to his own plate and started to eat.
Fiona just looked at Michael who appeared to be angry. After a few minutes, she decided to break the silence. "Michael, are you mad now?" Michael shook his head no. "You seem like you're mad. You won't even look at me."
Michael looked up at Fiona. "I'm not mad Fi I just know if I take my eyes off my plate your gonna steal more of my chicken." Fiona stood up and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" Michael asked grabbing her wrist.
"The ladies room. I'll be right back Michael don't worry." Fiona walked away.
The waiter came over to see how everything was. Michael asked him to bring a small cup of tomatoes. He brought them over to the table before Fiona made her way back to the table. Michael saw Fiona approaching and he stood up to pull out her chair for her. As she was about to sit she saw the extra tomatoes on the table. She walked over to where Michael was sitting earlier and slid into the booth.
Michael looked at her questioningly. "Fi, what are you doing?"
"Nothing Michael, come sit with me." She patted the seat next to her. He sat down still confused why she decided to switch seats. Fiona picked up one of the tomatoes and held it to his lips. He slowly opened his mouth and she dropped it in. "Michael don't look so scared, I'm not gonna take it back this time." Michael started to chew while Fiona reached over, slid her plate in front of her, and started to eat. Michael picked up his own fork and started to eat again. They ate in silence sharing quick glances occasionally. Fiona finished first and rested her hand on his thigh, and leaned into his shoulder.
Michael pushed his plate away and put his arm around Fiona's shoulder. Their waiter came over to the table asking if they wanted any desert. Michael looked at Fiona who shook her head no. "Just the check please." Michael responded. When the waiter walked away, Michael leaned over to kiss the top of Fiona's head. The waiter came back with the check, which Michael paid. As he was trying to figure out the tip Fiona took the receipt out of his hand along with the cash, she dropped a couple of bills on the table and put the rest in her pocket and started to walk away. Michael just shook his head and followed her.
They got back to the car and once again, Michael opened the door for her, she got in and he closed the door and walked to the driver's side. "So which hotel would you like to go to?" he asked as he started the car.
"I haven't been to the Fontainebleau in a long time, how about we go there?" she smiled at him knowing that he could not say no to her right now.
"The Fontainebleau it is." They drove in silence stealing glances of each other. When they got to the hotel, the valet opened Fiona's door and she got out. Michael walked around the car and put his arm around Fiona's shoulders as they walked inside. Michael checked them into a suite while Fiona browsed the gift shop. When Michael found her, she was just checking out. "What did you buy?"
She went to walk past him and she smiled grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the elevator. "What floor?" she asked.
"Fourth floor." They got into the elevator and she pushed the button. Michael leaned against the wall and Fiona leaned against him. Michael wrapped his arms around her waist.
Once they got to the room and checked everything over to make sure they were alone. Not that anyone knew where they could possibly be. They made their way to the bed where their clothes were quickly discarded.
I am going to stop there. I have the next chapter planned out. I just have to find time to type it out. Working retail during the holiday season has been taking a lot of my time. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.