I've been looking forward to writing this chapter all day! Thanks again all of you who have been reading and reviewing. I've got ideas for a bunch more chapters so this story won't end for a little while. I hope you all keep reading!

Michael returned to his office. He had an idea and he would need some help. He picked up his phone.

"Ranger DiNapoli, how may I help you?"

"Hey Rebbecca, it's Michael Westen." Michael had met National Park Service Ranger Rebbecca (Stapleton) DiNapoli years ago when he was in DC for a stint in between missions. He had helped her with a scumbag boyfriend. She was now married to a really great guy and they had 2 adorable little girls. They had had lunch a few days ago and he told her about Fiona and how he hoped to be able to show her around DC. Rebbecca told him to call her if he needed anything.

"Hey Michael, how are you?"

"Just great Rebbecca. Hey listen, I need to call in a favor. Remember what we talked about at lunch?" He wasn't sure if he was allowed to tell people Fiona was in town, but he knew Rebbecca would remember.

"Sure Michael, when do you want me to set it up?"

"How about tomorrow, maybe around 6 PM?"

"Sounds perfect Michael. I'll see you up on the hill."

As Michael made his arrangements, Tim, another of his handlers, came to his door. Seeing Michael on the phone he paused. Michael waved him in and Tim held up a set of car keys, letting Michael know they had arranged for a car for him. Michael nodded and Tim took a seat in front of Michael's desk.

"OK, and can I park at Survey Lodge?" The National Mall Ranger Headquarters was the perfect parking spot for his plan.

"Sure, pop inside first and I'll leave a pass for you. See you tomorrow Michael!"

"Great, thanks Rebbecca, see you then!"

Michael hung up and said hello to Tim. He liked Tim. He had served in the Marine Corps and was close in age to Michael. Michael secretly hoped that Tim would be assigned as his permanent handler.

When he first met Tim he wondered why he was riding a desk instead of working out in the field. However, a few days ago he had noticed Tim walking with a barely noticeable limp. He had done some digging and discovered Tim had been injured overseas and he was still recovering.

"Hey Michael, your car is parked downstairs. Fiona's luggage is in the trunk. We've arranged for parking with the Ritz and before you ask, yes you can take the car into Virginia or Maryland."

Michael smiled. "Thanks Tim, that's great."

"So, Fiona's here, huh?" Tim said, carefully searching Michael's face for a reaction.

"Yeah, she's in with Roger and Nancy now. I'm taking her to the Ritz as soon as they're done."

"Good to see her Michael?"

"It's always good to see her Tim."

Nick, another of Michael's handlers, appeared in his doorway. "Hey Michael! Timmy, we have to go pick up you-know-who, you ready?"

Tim shook Michael's hand and said goodbye before leaving with Nick.

In the lounge, Fiona sat at the table with her hands folded, looking at Roger as she waited for his questions to begin.

"So, Fiona, how do you like DC so far?"

"I haven't seen much yet but it seems very nice."

"That's good. As you know, we have plans for Michael's future. And we want to ask you a few questions."

"I'm ready," Fiona replied, holding Roger's gaze.

"Well, Fiona, what exactly do you foresee as your involvement in Michael's life from this point forward?"

"My involvement?"

"Yes, you're very important to him."

"He said that?"

"He doesn't have to say it. But yes, he did say you had value."

Fiona smiled. That was so like Michael—the spy she first met all those years ago had said something very similar. "I want whatever Michael wants."

"And if that means he has to leave you again? Possibly on very short notice and with no guarantees when—or if—he will return?"

Fiona took a deep breath, willing herself to be strong for Michael. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she kept them back as she replied, "I've made it through that many times before and I would make it through again."

"Thank you Fiona, just one more question. Do you think Michael could be successful as a handler for other operatives, if that meant he could stay in one place for extended periods of time?"

Surprised by the question, Fiona paused and thought before answering. "I think Michael would be successful at whatever task he was given."

"Thank you Fiona. Nancy will take you to Michael's office now. He's been provided with a car and he will take you back to the Ritz-Carlton. He is in the Ritz-Carlton Suite. I think you'll find the accommodations acceptable."

Nancy led Fiona to Michael's office, where he sat behind his desk, finishing up the report he'd been reading earlier.

"Mr. Westen?" Nancy said.

Michael looked up, smiling when he saw Fiona standing behind the young agent.

"Hello Nancy. Is Fiona allowed to leave now?"

"Yes she is Mr. Westen. Roger would like you both here on Thursday at 10 AM. Until then you are off duty."

"Thank you Nancy. I'll see you then."

"Miss Glenanne, I hope you enjoy your time here and I will see you on Thursday." The young agent turned and left the office, leaving Fiona and Michael alone again.

Michael examined Fiona's face, trying to gauge how the questioning had gone. She smiled at him and looked undisturbed, which made him happy.

"Ready to go, Fi?" he asked, gathering his coat and keys and holding her jacket up for her.

"I'm ready, Michael," she replied as she slid her arms into her jacket, leaning back into Michael's chest as he briefly closed his arms around her shoulders.

They made their way down to the car, Michael's hand gently resting in the small of Fiona's back. She smiled up at him in the elevator before giving him a quick kiss. When they got in the car Michael reached over and took her hand in his, gently squeezing as he pressed a kiss to her fingers.

The drive was short, and Michael pointed out some landmarks along the way. They arrived at the hotel and Michael handed the car over to the valet before leading Fiona inside. They boarded the elevator and made their way up to the suite.

It was beautiful. Fiona took in every inch of the place—the huge living room with fireplace, the private terrace with an excellent view of downtown DC, the dining room that could fit their whole team—including Barry and Sugar, and the soaking tub and Jacuzzi. The walls were painted a beautiful cream color and the furniture and curtains all had golden accents.

Fiona turned towards Michael, taking off her jacket as he did the same. He reached for her, pulling her close and pressing small kisses to her lips. He could feel her trembling.

"Are you OK, Fi? Did Roger upset you?"

She smiled, pressing herself against his chest and closing her eyes. "No, Michael, it was fine. I'm just…" She struggled to find the right word. "Overwhelmed, I suppose."

Michael smiled and brushed the hair away from her face. He wanted to lift her up, strip off all of her clothes, and carry her into the Master Bedroom where he'd lay her on the soft down bedding and make love to her all night long. His whole body ached for her and he was certain she could feel the most obvious manifestation of that starting to grow where her body pressed against his.

"Michael," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

"Yeah, Fi?" he replied after returning her kiss.

"I promised your mother I'd have you call her as soon as I was able. I think it would be good for her to hear from you, even if it was only for a few minutes."

"Call my mom? Oh, yeah, I guess I can do that right now." He released his grip on her and retrieved his phone from his coat.

While Michael talked to his mom, Fiona explored the whole suite and accepted her bags from the busboy who brought them up to the room. She took them into the Master Bedroom as Michael finished up his phone call. She stood in front of the door to the terrace, waiting for him to come find her. After a minute she began to slip off her boots.

"Let me do that, Fi," Michael said, placing his hands on her shoulders as he came up behind her. She jumped slightly. She hadn't heard him come into the bedroom.

Fiona had resolved to be strong. She knew it was what she needed to do with things still so up in the air. But she couldn't deny that she wanted Michael. She wanted him on top of her and inside her, she wanted to hear him mutter her name in his husky, aroused voice, and she wanted to feel every inch of his naked body against hers. She knew it was what he wanted too, that much had been apparent when he hugged her. "I'll give this to him," she thought to herself, turning to face Michael.

He had taken off his suit jacket and tie. He looked down at her and thought she had never looked more beautiful to him. She was wearing a long sweater that clung to just the right places, leggings that showed off her amazing legs, and boots with a very slight heel. He leaned down, locking his hands around her waist and lifting her to him. He kissed her deeply, walking over to the bed as her arms closed around his neck.

Michael stood at the foot of the bed, kissing Fiona as if they hadn't seen each other in years. He grasped the hem of her sweater in his fingers, gathering the material and slipping his hand underneath. She groaned into his kiss as his hand massaged the bare skin on her back. Her fingers were tangled in his hair.

He broke away from their kisses, struggling to keep his breathing under control as he gently laid her on the bed. She sank into the down bedding and looked small and fragile, very unlike the strong, confident woman he knew she was. She slid back so only her feet hung off the end of the bed. He kneeled between her knees, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on the floor.

Fiona reached for him, pulling him close for a kiss. His erection strained at the front of his pants as she reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it, moving to the button and zipper. She lightly cupped him through his boxers and he cried out with pleasure.

Michael kissed her again, his hand gently snaking under her sweater and up her side. He let one finger lightly brush over her breast, tracing a circle around her nipple as her back arched and her breath caught in her throat. He quickly broke away, turning his attention to her boots. He made a show of slowly lowering the zippers before gently pulling them off of her feet.

"Michael," Fiona panted as he massaged her foot in the spot that he knew would get her aroused.

"Yes, Fi?" he replied, his fingers massaging her calves as he worked his way up to the waistband of her leggings.

"Make this good. Please." She was practically begging.

"Always, Fi. Whatever you want." He firmly grasped her ass with one hand, pulling her leggings and thong down with the other, smiling when he felt how soaking wet she was already. "Oh yes, Fi, this is going to be so good," he whispered, his lips only inches from her thigh. His hot breath made her squirm.

He briefly left her on the bed, smiling at the little pout that crossed her lips, and shed his pants and boxers before repositioning himself between her knees. He ran both hands up under her sweater, gently massaging her breasts as she struggled to take a deep breath. He leaned down and took her nipple between his lips through her sweater as one hand reached for her core. He traced lines where her thighs met her pelvis, making her squirm before one finger lightly brushed between her legs.

"My beautiful Fiona," he whispered as he slowly lifted her sweater, pressing open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin as he revealed it. She hadn't even realized she was gripping his arms until he paused. She lifted her arms over her head to allow him to remove her sweater.

Michael paused with the sweater covering her face, leaning down to take each nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before completely removing her sweater. It landed on the floor in a heap with their other clothing. He ran his hands up and down her body, his touch like fire against her skin.

"Talk to me, Fi," he whispered as he positioned his body over hers, leaning down to kiss her eyelids and forehead and cheek before lightly running his tongue over her lips. She parted them, pulling him down for a kiss, their tongues meeting.

She sighed into their kiss before pulling back slightly and smiling up at him. "So good, Michael. So good."

He kissed his way down her body, taking his time exploring the well-known territory. There were some new scars, and he paused at each one, lightly running his tongue along the mark. His hands massaged her thighs as his mouth worked its magic. He could feel heat emanating from her as she began to squirm under him.

"Michael, please. I want you Michael." She was muttering and growing closer to being unable to think clearly.

"Soon, Fi, very soon," he whispered against her skin as he continued to work his way down her body. It was even better than he had imagined.

He was holding himself back, trying to make it all about her rather than what he wanted, which was to crawl up the bed and pound into her with all he had.

Slowly his fingers walked their way up her thigh, eventually reaching their intended target. "So beautiful," he whispered as his fingers gently spread her apart, "just perfect." He looked up at her, relishing the look on her face before he leaned down and stroked her dripping wet entrance with his finger. His tongue brushed over her clit and she gasped.

Michael began a regular rhythm, slowly stroking her as she moaned and writhed under him, his tongue flicking over and around her clit. She was so close; he could feel her ready to fall apart with every touch. His cock was aching between her legs when, unable to wait any longer, he pushed his fingers inside her and completely encircled her clit with his lips, gently but firmly applying pressure as his fingers stroked her from inside.

She screamed his name as he continued to suck and massage her most intimate parts. She was gasping for air as he slowed his ministrations. His hands massaged her sides and her stomach, trying to help her still her breathing as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Shhh, Fi, I know, I know," he whispered, caressing her cheek as she struggled to calm down. He smoothed her sweat-soaked hair out of her face as she finally began to breathe more normally.

He paused to look at her, his cock brushing against her thigh as he moved up her body.

"Michael, your turn," Fiona panted, trying to draw him up higher on her body.

"Fi, I—" his breath caught in his throat as her fingers found him. She lightly grasped him as her small fingers wound their way around his swollen tip. She pressed her thumb over his opening, spreading the wetness she found all around. He had to bite his lip to keep from cumming.

"Fi, I can't wait. This is all for you," he said before leaning down to kiss her. He gently nudged her legs apart as he struggled to keep himself under control. Her hands gently massaged his lower back as she saw his throat clench. She knew he wasn't going to last much longer as she spread her legs wide around his hips.

"Michael," she whispered as she kissed his throat. She gently reached for his throbbing cock, rubbing it against her thigh before guiding him to her entrance. She thought for a few seconds before panting, "Make love to me, Michael."

They were words neither of them had ever used before. It was mostly his fault, he knew, but hearing the words on her lips almost broke his heart and made him want to show her just how much he did love her. Just like the kiss before he left Miami, he willed himself to put everything into his movements.

He slowly entered her, feeling her tight around him as he pushed towards her core. He whispered her name and leaned down to kiss her before slowly pulling back and starting to gently pump in and out of her. He felt her squeezing her muscles against his cock as her hands reached between them to lightly stroke his balls.

"Oh Michael, so good. I… oh, Michael!"

"Fi… Fi… Fi…" He whispered her name against her lips every time he pushed into her. He was building the tension slowly, relishing the feel of her little pulses and he pulled back a little every time to prolong the feeling. Although he still couldn't say the words out loud, he thought them with everything in him, willing her to hear them as he worked towards release. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

She began to gently rock her hips against him with every thrust. "Michael," she whispered, stroking his face. "Go ahead, Michael. I know you can't wait." She soothed him as he once again struggled to keep control.

Michael was lost in the feeling and smell of her as he quickened his pace. In. Out. I love you. I love you.

He could wait no longer, and he leaned in to kiss her hard before making his final drive into her. When she pulsed around him he spilled into her. They screamed each other's names over and over, their skin slick with sweat so their bodies made a smacking sound as they crashed together.

He collapsed on top of her then rolled off, rubbing her stomach as they both struggled to regain normal breathing. She moved up a little, allowing him to pull the blankets down.

"Let's sleep for a bit, Michael," she whispered in his ear as he drew her close and wrapped his arms around her. She pulled the blankets up and they lay encased in the fluffy bedding. She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips as he stroked her hair. "Just a little rest, Michael. You're my favorite pillow and I've missed you."

"Anything you want, Fi," he replied, rolling onto his back and pulling her onto his chest. She snuggled up against him, her ear positioned over his heart as they both drifted off for a midday nap.

OK so were you wondering at the start of this chapter whether I'd ever get to the suite? Please let me know what you think. I have the next few chapters planned out and hopefully I'll have time to write over the next few days.