Tony began making breakfast.

"We should let the guys come in for some coffee. They must be freezing," I said, glancing outside to where there were guards stationed around our house.

"Sounds good," Tony said, grinning at me, "But I should make the coffee."

"I'm not that bad of a cook," I said, smiling at him.

"Uh, are you sure we want to go there," he said looking at me.

"Hey," I said, coming over and hitting him.

He spun around and put his arms around me. He then put his hand on my stomach and started tickling me. I screamed a little, squirming, and he continued to attack, a wide grin on his face. We were both laughing as Tony managed to drag me to the floor.

"Okay, okay, I surrender," I laughed out, "You can have anything you want, just stop tickling me!" I said, still laughing.

"Anything?" he said, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"Well, perhaps," I said with a slight grin, pushing him off me and standing up to check on the waffles.

"You're evil," he said, still propped up on the floor.

"Well, tough. I'm afraid you're stuck with me," I said, bending down at the waist to look it him like he was a little kid.

"Good," he said, grabbing me and kissing me.

I pulled him off the ground and he continued to kiss me. Right then, the coffee pot began to beep, signaling it was time to poor. My arms still around Tony's neck, I pulled back, resting my forehead against his chest, defeated. Tony went over to the coffee pot and began to get mugs out.

"Hey you boys want some coffee," I said, popping my head out our sliding glass door.

Ray Thomas was the closest to the kitchen.

"Yeah, that would be great Michelle," he said.

"Guys, come get some coffee," he said into the radio.

I motioned the four agents into the house. Tony had put some flannel pants on over his boxers.

"Hey guys," Tony said.

"Here's the coffee," I said, motioning to the mugs.

"Don't worry," Tony said, sneering at me, "Michelle didn't make it."

"Shut up Tony," I said, hitting him.

"Trust me. It would have tasted like mud had she made it," he said to the guys, laughing at my reaction.

"You'll have to ignore Tony," I said, "He's mentally deranged."

Tony glared at me with the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh, nice. Thanks. It was pretty cold out there," Dan said.

"No problem. You guys can sit in our living room if you want. That way if I come out and try to make a run for it you can still stop me and you can be warm."

"Thanks Tony," said Sam, "And again, we're really sorry we have to invade your privacy like this."

"No problem at all," I said, "Tony was just saying how he appreciated it because it means we never leave the privacy of our bedroom."

Tony gaped at me. I tried to conceal a smile, knowing I had got him. He stood there staring at me for a second, all four of the men trying hard to conceal their laughter at Tony's expression.

"Waffles are done," I said, walking over and turning off the stove.