I still do not own these characters. I just really like to play with them in my head.
Michael pulled into the valet of the Viceroy Hotel. Fiona looked at Michael.
"The Viceroy Michael, very nice." Fiona said as Michael stopped the car. The valet opened Fiona's door as he walked around to the drivers side he gave Michael a ticket. Michael went around to the trunk and got their bags out. The valet took the bags and followed them inside so they could check-in. Fiona stayed attached to Michaels side as he checked them in. With her arm wrapped around his waist. When check-in was done they went up to the room and got settled in a little. Michael was just tipping the busboy that had brought up their bags when Fiona came out in a bathrobe. Michael closed the door and turned to see Fiona standing behind him.
"Michael I'm going to take a bath to get the sand off of me. Would you care to join me?" she tousled his hair and a little sand came out.
Michael's arms wrapped around Fiona, "I would love to." As they walked into the bathroom Michaels phone rang. "Shit." he took the phone out of his pants and looked at the caller ID he sighed when he saw it was Anson. Michael motioned for Fiona to go into the bathroom but she stayed right where she was. Michael answered the call. "Hello."
"Michael where are you" You were supposed to let me know where you were going."
Michael shook his head, "Actually Anson I said if you need me you could call me, and that you didn't need to know where I was."
"Well I need you, so tell me where are you?"
Fiona sat on the bed; Michael sat next to her and decided to put the call on speaker. "What is it you need Anson, I'm a little busy at the moment."
"Tell Fiona you need to leave for a while, I need you to meet me in an hour about what you are going to be doing tomorrow."
Michael looked over at Fi, "You just told her. Where is it you want to meet?" Michael took hold of Fiona's hand and kissed it.
"If you tell me where you are I can make things easier for you Michael. I'm assuming you are staying at a hotel since you partially blew up the loft this morning." Anson paused, "So Michael where are you staying?"
"No need for you to know, just tell me where you want to meet."
"Michael are you forgetting that I hold Fiona's fate in my hands. You may want to be a little more cooperative if you want to keep her out of prison."
"I will ask again. Where do you want to meet? I am not telling you where we are."
"Ok Michael don't tell me. How about we meet at the bar in the Viceroy Hotel?" Michael and Fiona looked at each other. They couldn't figure out how he knew they were there. "Michael are you there? You're awfully quiet. Did you really think I wouldn't know where you were?"
"Yeah I'm here, I want to know why and how you know where we are?"
"Its like I told you Michael I know everything about you. Now meet me in the bar alone in an hour. That should give you enough time to de-sand yourself. Remember Fiona I want him to come alone." Anson ended the call.
Fiona stood up from the bed. "How did that son of a bitch know where we are?"
Michael stood up to stand in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I don't know Fi, but I better go get in the shower." Michael went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Fiona sat down on the bed again knowing that Michael needed to be alone to think of what his next move was going to be. Once she heard the shower turn on she figured she would stretch out on the bed and get comfortable. When Michael emerged from the bathroom he had on a bathrobe. He saw Fi relaxing on the bed. He went over to sit next to her. "I'm sorry I have to leave you Fi, it shouldn't be too long."
"Its ok Michael I understand, just get back up here as soon as you can." Fiona sat up and kissed Michael on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
Michael thought about blowing off Anson and stay in bed with Fiona but thought better of it. He pulled away from her and stood up, "I should get dressed." Michael grabbed his bag and went back into the bathroom to get dressed. When he came out the second time he had a button down shirt and slacks. He was about to put on a tie when Fiona got up and stopped him.
"You don't need a tie or jacket your meeting that son of a bitch downstairs to find out what he wants you to do tomorrow. Then I expect you to come right back up here. The less you have on the less I have to strip off you when you get back." she smiled at Michael. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him down for a kiss.
When he pulled away he smoothed the hair out of her face. "When I get back we'll order some dinner and discuss what we will be doing tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok Michael."
"What are you going to do while I'm gone?" Michael put on his belt.
"Oh I dunno I was thinking of still taking that bath." Fiona fixed his collar and started for the bathroom letting her robe fall to the ground before she got there.
Michael just watched in amazement at how even though he has seen her naked thousands of times she still took his breath away. He heard the water turn on in the tub. "I'll be back soon Fi." She didn't respond and he left the suite and headed down to the bar.
Michael got down to the bar and Anson was already there waiting for him. When Anson saw Michael approach the table he stood up. "Hello Michael, nice to see you." Michael ignored Anson's extended hand and sat down. Anson sat after Michael did and took a sip of his drink.
"I'm here Anson what do you want?" Michael shook his head no when the waitress came up to see if he wanted a drink.
"Michael you seem grumpy, is your sunburn bothering you?"
"I am not here to discuss anything but what you want. You said you have something for me to do tomorrow, what is it?" Michael was getting angry.
"All I need you to do is go to the airport and grab someone for me. Simple, if you want you can bring Fiona with you. From what I've seen she is good at snatch and grabs."
"Fine who is the target?" Michael got angrier hearing Anson use Fiona's name.
Anson leaned forward, "Ronald Helfer."
"Ronald Helfer. And who is Ronald Helfer? What has he done to you?"
"That's really none of your business. If you feel you don't need to tell me where you are then you don't need to know why you are grabbing Ronald." Anson leaned back in his chair.
"Fine, I do this then we are done? You give me what ever you have on Fiona and stay out of our lives."
"Sorry Michael that's not going to happen yet. I still have more work for you to do. Tomorrow you grab Ronald and we shall see what I have you do next."
"Ok." Michael gritted through his teeth. "But I want you to stop watching us. There is no need for it. I answer when you call that, should be enough." Michael stood up to leave. "What time is Ronald going to be at the airport, and where the airport is a big place you know?"
"All I know is that he has a 2:30 flight tomorrow leaving Miami International. May I suggest you Google him to figure out what he looks like."
"Ok and where am I bringing him?"
"Oh don't worry about that I'll call you when you have him and give you further direction." Anson also stood up.
"Fine, are we done now. I haven't eaten all day and would like to get some dinner."
"You can go Michael; enjoy your night with Fiona." Anson went to walk away but Michael grabbed him.
"Listen to me Anson I get that you want me to do your dirty work for you. While I'm doing it you can watch me all you want. But when I am not doing a job leave me alone. Stop watching us. Let me do what you want so I can get away from you for good." Michael let Anson go and walked away.
Michael walked back to the elevator and got in. He was trying to remember his and Fiona's day to see if he could remember anyone watching them while they were at the beach and the hotel. When Michael got back to the room he slowly opened the door and looked for Fiona. She wasn't in the main room. "Fi?" he called out. Not getting a response he made his way to the bathroom figuring she was in the bathtub. He lightly knocked on the door before pushing it open. She didn't hear him come into the room. Michael knelt down next to the bath tub. Fiona saw a shadow through her closed eyes and then opened her eyes.
"Michael, I didn't hear you come in." she sat up in the tub.
"So I noticed." he moved some of Fi's hair out of her face and kept his hand on her cheek.
Fiona turned her head and kissed his palm. "Care to join me, plenty of room?" she leaned over the side of the bathtub and started to undo his shirt buttons.
Michael stopped her, "Sounds nice but how about you come out of there and we order some dinner. We haven't eaten all day." Michael got up and grabbed a towel; he held his hand out for Fiona to take so he could help her stand. Michael wrapped the towel around her shoulders and helped her step out of the bath tub. He helped her dry off, and then led her into the bedroom.
Fiona adjusted the towel so it was under her arms instead of over her shoulders. As she did Michael couldn't help but watch her. "See something you like Michael, your starring at me?"
Michael moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck. "Michael I thought you wanted to eat. You and I both know if we start this eating won't happen till much later. And I'm also hungry." Michael stopped kissing her neck and backed away.
"Ok Fi, what would you like to eat? I'll call and order room service now." Michael walked over to the phone.
Fiona picked up her bag and put it on the bed so she could get out some clean clothes. "What are you going to get?"
Michael looked at Fiona 'Why are you going to take half of it?"
Fiona glared at Michael, "Possibly, why is that going to bother you like it did the other night?"
"It didn't bother me I was just curious why you always ate off my plate. Now that I know your going to do it I'll make sure to get something we both like."
"Aawww Michael that's so sweet. But get what you want. If I decide I want some I'll take some." she smiled at Michael.
"Ok, well I'm just going to get a burger and fries. What would you like?"
"Mmm that sounds good, but I think I'll have grilled cheese and tomato soup. I don't know why but it's just a craving I've had all day." Fiona had her clothes picked out which ended up being just a tank top and cotton shorts.
Michael turned to the phone so he could call room service. After he placed the order he turned back to Fiona who was half naked and putting on her tank top. "Did you have to change in front of me Fi?" he walked over to wear Fiona was putting her hair into a pony tale. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her shirt a little so he could feel her bare stomach.
"Michael food first." she covered his hands with her own to stop him from exploring any further.
"The food will be here is fifteen minutes, we have some time." he whispered in her ear.
Fiona kept his hands from moving under her shirt any more then they already were. "How about instead you tell me what Anson wanted?"
Just hearing Anson's name he stopped trying to move under her shirt, he removed his hands from under her shirt but kept them on her waist. "It's just a snatch and grab at the airport tomorrow. I can handle it by myself." he leaned in to kiss her neck again before pulling away.
Fiona turned to face him, "Well who are you snatching and where do you bring them?"
"Its some guy named Ronald Helfer, and I don't know where I bring him yet. Anson said he would be watching and would call to tell me. Oh yeah he also has been watching us all day. Or has had someone else watching us." he sat on the edge of the bed.
"He told you he was watching us?" Fi sat next to him but made sure there was some space between them.
"He didn't say it but it was implied when he asked if my sun burn is bothering me."
"That reminds me, how is your sunburn?" she moved on the bed to kneel behind him, and started to pull his shirt out of the back of his pants.
"Fi what are you doing? Wouldn't it be easier just to unbutton the shirt?" Michael turned sideways to look at her.
"Yes Michael it would be easier but then I'll have to look at you with no shirt on and I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."
"Fi, I'm pretty sure between the two of us we can keep things under control." he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop onto the bed. He turned his back to Fiona. "So how bad is it?"
Fiona let out a little giggle as she pressed her hand on his back and it made a white imprint that went away after a few seconds. "Its not as bad as I thought it would be. How does it feel?"
"Not too bad." Fiona kept poking at his back. "It would feel better if you stopped poking at it though." Michael turned to face her so she would stop.
There was a knock on the door and Michael grabbed the shirt he just took off and put it back on but left it unbuttoned. He answered the door and the busboy brought in the cart with their food on it. Michael tipped the busboy and he left. Michael brought the cart over to the balcony and set the food up on the small table that was there. When they sat down to eat Fiona was eyeing Michael's burger.
"Fi do you want some of my burger? Michael asked when he saw Fi looking at his dinner.
"Would you mind Michael? It looks really good."
"I don't mind Fi" Michael picked up half his burger and put it on her plate then picked up half her grilled cheese and put it on his plate. "See now we can both be happy."
Fiona reached over and took a fry, "Sometimes you can be so smart Michael."
They ate there dinner in comfortable silence. When they were through Michael wheeled the cart with their plates into the hallway. When he went back into the room he saw Fiona digging through her purse. "What are you looking for Fi? He asked as he lay on the bed and grabbed the remote for the TV.
Fiona looked up when she heard the TV go on. Then she looked back in her purse and found what she was looking for. "Since when do you watch TV?" she asked as she made her way over to the bed. She climbed on the bed next to him and showed him a bottle of Aloe Vera. "Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach."
Michael did as he was told. "I figured since we have a TV in here might as well see what's going on in the world." Michael brought his arms under his head and used them like a pillow.
"Well I don't care what's going on out there." Fiona took the remote and turned off the TV. She poured some of the aloe on his back which caused him to gasp at the coldness on his burned flesh.
When Fiona was done she gave his butt a light slap to indicate she was done. When he didn't move she leaned over him and licked his face. He jumped right up then. Fiona laughed at the way he jumped.
"What was that for Fi?" he asked sitting up and rubbing his face.
"You fell asleep Michael I figured it was too early to sleep so I woke you up. Why would you rather sleep?" her hands made their way to his belt.
Michael lay down on his back and let Fiona take his belt off. "I definitely don't wanna sleep Fi." he pulled her down to him and his hands started up the back of her shirt as he kissed her. The rest of their clothes ended up in a pile on the floor. They had the night for themselves tomorrow they go back to work.
This could be the end of the story. They had some Time Alone but more could be arranged. After all Pearce gave Michael two weeks off. The questions is should I continue the story?