As a spy, sleeping with someone you don't love is fine. Sometimes it is even encouraged. Sex is a good way to turn assets of the oposite gender. But there are times when that goes wrong. Like when you get engaged to the asset you are sleeping with, or fall in love with the asset you are sleeping with, or just plain have too much fun with the asset you are sleeping with. At that point the best thing to do is cut your losses and leave. That's never as easy as it sounds.

Kensi was breathing heavily next to me, though I imagine my breath was louder than hers. We were both staring out the window, guilt was washing over me. I could feel it in waves, hitting my heart and piercing me like bullets. What kind of person was I? I had just ruined the life I had made in the three years that I was here. I had just killed any chance I had ever had with Fiona, betrayed my love for her for a few hours with psychopathic killer-for-hire.

And while I was doing it, the only thing on my mind was what I was doing. I wasn't thinking of Fiona. I wasn't thinking of Bly. I wasn't thinking of Larry. I was thinking of Kensi and I was enjoying it.

Fiona was going to kill me. Great.

I pulled my mind from these thoughts. What's done is done. I sighed. There is still work to do. There is still an un-dead spy ready to kill me. There is still an un-dead spy ready to kill Bly. I looked at Kensi.

"Why did you hire Larry to kill Bly, Kensi?" I asked, putting my hand on her lower back. She looked at me like I was the crazy one.

"I have no idea what the hell you are talking about?" Kensi told me, her face pulling together.

"You didn't hire Larry to kill CSS Agent Jason Bly?" I demanded, sitting up straight on the mattress.

"Noooo." She lengthened the word.

"Are you okay, Michael?" She demanded, seeming concerned.

"Not really." I said, getting off the bed and searching the floor for my clothes.

"What's wrong?" She asked, getting dressed as well.

"Well, let's see. Larry is going to kill one of my contacts for unknown reasons. Larry is going to kill me because a psychopath hired him to, for unknown reasons. You show up in Miami, for unknown reasons. Fiona is going to kill me, for completely known reasons. And I have to go prevent three of these things and figure out the fourth." I told her, walking to the door and pulling it open. She scrambled after me, pulling on shoes and clothes as she stalked after me down the hallway.

"Michael Westen?" A male voice called out from a few feet behind me. I spun quickly on my heel and caught Kensi who plowed into me in her effort to catch up to me.

"Bly, how nice to see you again. Does anyone know you're staying here?" I demanded, getting right to business.

"Why?" He asked as someone shot four round through the window of his room. Bly jumped as one of them hit him in the calf.

"That's why." I said pulling him up by the arm and letting him lean against me to get to the elevator and through the lobby. We all got into Kensi's car.

"You're staining my leather." She wined, driving to my place.