He blinks, repeatedly, to make sure he is not seeing things.

The voice and the face belong to Rachael!

"Surprise!" She stands within his eyesight holding a flute of chapange.

Surprise was not one of the choice words running through his mind right now.

"You let yourself slip this time Weston." Rachael quietly says as she looks into his questioning eyes "Oh wait, where are my manners let me get you decent." She moves down his body and pulls his jeans up, zips, buttons and rebelts him. Then starts to rebutton his shirt.

She continues to talk as she dresses him. "Remember that little town near Glasgow, you tied me to the bedframe that night so I wouldn't follow you? Then you gave 'me one for the road'. " She giggles "Consider this payback."

Then she pulls up a stool next to him. He watches as she changes, it's like a different personality is taking its place. What happened to the Rachel he knew, the woman he has spent the last week with. "You're not supposed to trust people Michael! And you let me in. Let me give you a little background. I've been on a leave of absence, so the company can't touch me or tell me what to do. I got an offer to do this job and the pay is more than worth it."

Michael glares at her in anger and struggles.

"Careful now, we don't want any unexplained bruising or marks. The reason you're restrained is we know how slippery you can be. Everything was going to plan until Fiona got curious. You know can't stop her; especially when she thinks you're straying. She'll do what she wants no matter whom it hurts. And now, thanks to you, I know the target was tipped off that I'm here for him. So there has to be a change of plans. That's why we had to expedite this operation to take care of the three of you.

Three of us?

"Well, I guess its truth of dare time, only I'm the only one playing. I need to answer some of your questions. I met your mom about 4 years ago; it was after our weekend together. You remember that don't you?" Rachel pauses and sighs for effect, then starts to pace. "Anyway, she was having some problems and since they knew I knew you they sent me down to Miami for a couple of weeks. And I got to know and like her. Oh she has her moments, but I liked her and she knows how to keep a secret. Nate, I could have done without, but he came as a package deal."

She pauses to run her hands through his hair. "My partner gave me your cell phone number and I sent you the message about going to your mom's house for dinner and was hoping you would take the bait. Oh my, the look on your face when you say me, wish I had a camera. I thought Madeline was going to spill the beans during dinner but thankfully she got the hint and didn't.

The sounds of a door opening are echoed through the room.

"In here, he's awake now." She calls out to an unseen visitor. "There's my partner now. He was getting jealous that I was sleeping with you. Hey, don't get me wrong, I've missed you and I enjoyed the fringe benefits." As she caresses his cheek with her hand. "And this last one for the road was worth it. But this is business."

Last one?

Michael strains to look at the visitor as Rachael paces again before walking over to a small table and picks something up.

"You kept asking about your burn notice. I got caught in a jam and used your name to get out of it and it rolled downhill from there." She confesses and tells her story. "So it seems I'm responsible, my partner is partially, he helped me set up this hit. Good money." She almost shyly says as she finishes. "And we'll be donating some of the money to your mom to help her out financially. We need to take care of her."

Michael hears footsteps, then the sound of kissing and moaning, and another voice. "Fiona's been taken care of, I've got the receipt right here."

Michael eyes look toward the visitor in disbelief. The loud shirt, the cocky walk. His mind screams this is your partner!

Sam!

Sam walks into his view, afraid to get to close, with a serious look on his face "Sorry about this Mikey, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"Now its time for you to go back to sleep. We'll get the receipt for you and don't worry; we'll make sure your funeral is well attended. Sam and I will be your grieving best friends." As she inserts the hypodermic needle in his arm and pushes the plunger down.

She kisses his eyelids and the tape covering his lips as he is enveloped by the cold and darkness, the last thing he hears is "Remember be careful what you wish for. You just might not like what you get."