I will be getting back to both Fi and Michael's list soon. Sam's hair was really bugging me.. and Fiona. :)

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"Hey Ma."

"Michael!" His lips twitched into a smile. "How's what ever it is you're doing?"

"Good Mom, we're all doing really well." He winced slightly as he sat back on the bed. He wasn't lying, they were for the most part doing really well. That's why Fiona insisted he called her this week, from their upgraded three bedroom suite at the Sukhothai, instead of from the hospital last week. "How's Nate and the baby watch going?"

Michael zoned out a little listening to his mother chatter on about the impending birth, switching his gaze out the door of the hotel bedroom. Fiona stood behind Sam with thin plastic gloves on her hands, carefully combing the hair dye through his gooey head evenly as they balked at each other.

"How's Fiona?" Michael swallowed a the question before answering.

"Right now she's playing hairdresser with Sam."

"Oo! Sounds like fun!" She sang. He watched Fi tug off the gloves, making a face as she tossed them in the trash. He stood up slowly, this time there was no twinge of pain in his side. He smiled at that in approval.

"I know she really wants to talk to you." His voice rose a little, and Fi's eyes flipped to him.

"Is that Madelyn?" His wife's face lit up and Michael's heart dropped a little. His smile didn't reach his eyes as he nodded at her. She grinned, grabbing at the phone.

"Talk to you soon Mom." He called as she pulled the phone away.

"Madelyn?" Fiona was almost giddy as the door to the bathroom closed with a bang. He looked at Sam.

"You look ridiculous." Michael stated, Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Why thank you Mike." Axe muttered. "Hey is she gonna tell me when to rinse this crap out?"

Micheal opened his mouth to reply before his phone rang.

"Westen." His voice was light and he couldn't help but smile. "Dan."

Sam turned his face towards his friend and Mike met his eyes before quickly looking away. Sam watched his Adam's apple bob before he pointed to the room Sam was sleeping in. Axe nodded and Michael closed the door behind him.

He sat there alone at the table for a few minutes before the door to the third bedroom opened and Jesse stumbled out still blinking exaggeratedly. He made a face at Sam.

"What's going on?" His voice was still husky with sleep.

"Well.. Mike's on the phone with our handler. Fi's on the phone with Madelyn and all my hair is going to fall out because I have no idea when to rinse this out." He pointed at his head.

Jesse let his eyebrow arch before shrugging.

"We got any yogurt left?" He asked sleepily, Sam shut his eyes.

"When do we ever not hav-?" The door to his room swung open and Michael made his way back out. He looked gravily at Sam before looking back down at the carpet.

"What's next?" Jesse sighed, scratching his side before bending back into the mini fridge.

"Mike?" Sam's voice was flat.

"Libya." He whispered.

Sam winced as Jesse's head smacked the roof of the fridge, he pulled back before looking at Westen with wide eyes.

"What?"

"They think we can get in a good position to-." Michael swallowed. "If an opportunity arises we have clearance to take out Kadifi."

Sam's mouth dropped open as Jesse sat down slowly beside him at the table. He and Mike continued to stare at each other as Jesse looked at the table. All three jumped when the door blew open and Fiona stuck out her head.

"Sam it's time to wash-." She stopped short, looking at the scene in front of her. She locked eyes with her husband before turning her face back to the phone at her ear. "Madelyn I better help him. I'll call you soon."

She dropped the phone to her side.

"What?" She was almost afraid to ask. Michael's lips pressed closed, and she gripped the doorway with her fingernails.

"New orders." Jesse whispered bravely. Her eyes switched to his, before looking at Sam again.

"Rinse your hair." She mumbled, he pushed himself up from the table and she looked back at Michael. "This is big?" He nodded, watching the look on her face change before she nodded resolutely. "I'll start packing." She left the door open and he watched her pull his mother's suitcases from under the bed and begin to unzip them.

"Me too, I guess." Jesse rubbed his face before moving past Michael and into his room. Westen swallowed still watching Fiona before dropping to the sofa and pulling a piece of paper from his back pocket. He dropped his eyes to Fiona's list, searching her reasons and the sacrifices she was apparently ready to continue making in order for him to do his job.