So, the reason this chapter has taken so long is because after finishing the last chapter, I wrote the second half of this chapter, instead of the first. And so I apologize ahead of time for how bad the first half of this is. I can't describe how bad my writer's block was. So, here it is: And don't hate it please!

"Talk," Casey demanded, sitting in the chair across from me.
I was seated in one of the seats closest to the window, where I usually sat. Billy sat next to him, and Rick sat next to me.

I felt trapped, which I suppose was Casey's intention. "Talk about what?" I asked nonchalantly, picking an imaginary piece of thread off my jacket.

"About whatever's bothering you," Casey said quickly. "Just get it out right now. We need you on your game if we want to catch the smugglers. So get it out."

I rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed by Casey's tactics. "Nothing. I'm-"

"You're lying'," Billy interrupted. "In this line of work, you'd think that by now you'd know how to lie by now."

I sat silently for another moment, my 3 friends staring at me, before I spoke. "It's Hayley."

"What about her?"

I sighed as their eyes all looked at me expectantly. "Nothing, never mind."

Billy looked at me. "When was the last time you two went on a date?"

"I dunno," I muttered. "Maybe a month ago?"

"A month?" Billy gasped dramatically. "Why haven't yeh taken her out?"

"I don't have the time," I said. "But we see each other all the time at home!"

Casey snorted. "That isn't anything special. Of course you always see her. You two live together."

"Yes but-"

"Here's what you do," Casey interrupted me. "This is how to fix your love life

We finished the case in Milan quickly, so three days later, we were in the plane again on our way back to the agency. After we gave our briefing to a somewhat pleased Higgins. After that, we dropped the finished file off in Adele's office, and we all headed home.

And an hour later, I was back home. Checking my watch, I opened the door. 11:39. great; there was no way Hayley would still be awake now. I threw my small suitcase down on the couch. Then I quietly crept into our bedroom.

Hayley was laying there, the blankets kicked to her feet. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically. My God, she's beautiful, I thought. Sitting down beside her, I brushed the hair off her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," I murmured, climbing in next to her. I pulled the blanket over both our legs.
Whispering 'goodnight', I slowly fell asleep next to them women I loved.

The next morning, I woke up. Rolling over on my side, I watched Hayley for a few moments. After brushing a stray red strand of hair out of her face, I silently slid out of bed and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.

2 hours and 17 minutes later (yes, I did keep track), Hayley came out of our bedroom, yawning. She looked surprised to see me, but quickly crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here, sweetheart," I smiled. Hayley rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't you be in Paris or Japan or somewhere a million miles away, saving the world from some big terrible disaster?"

I sighed, and got up, moving to stand next to her. "I took the day off."

She snorted a walked around me. "Like that's going to last." I grabbed her waist, and pulled Hayley close to me.

"Hayley, stop ignoring me! What do you want?"

"I want the old Michael! The one who would sleep in with me every morning, who'd only get up out of bed to make me breakfast, and then we'd stay in bed until noon watching old Hitchcock movies, and then you'd drag me out of bed and we'd eat lunch at our café-the one we met at- and we would go take a walk in the park and then you'd insist in taking me shopping, even if I didn't want to, so we would end up just walking around the mall for the rest of the day, talking and laughing, and by the time we got home it would be time for dinner and we'd just order Chinese and when we finished eating we'd just go sit on the couch and you would open a bottle of wine and we'd drink and laugh and talk all night until I fell asleep on your shoulder and then you would pick me up and carry me to our bedroom and kiss my forehead and whisper 'goodnight' and it would have been a perfect day!" She blurted, before taking a breath and adding with a sigh: "I just… Want my Michael back. Is... Is it so crazy that I want the man who loves me back?"

"Hayley, I do love you," I cried, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You know that... You know I'll always love you!" I paused, and looked into her eyes. "I love you. And I was thinking that we should go away for a while. Get away from the CIA and DC for a while."

Hayley grinned. "That sounds wonderful." She threw her arms around my neck.

"When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"What? I have no time to pack! When were you going to tell me?" "

"I was going to tell you earlier, during your speech, but I was waiting for you to take a breath."

"Very funny."