Hey! sorry its been so long. here's the next chapter. andI promise, next chapter will have them not drinking! the scenes I've been doing lately just happen to involve drinking. please please read and review! it keeps me going! and encourages me to update:)

They all ended up driving to Tony and Michelle's apartment, hoping they would end up less smashed there than at a bar. Michelle opened the door, and Tony walked in, picking up the jacket on the floor and the odd piece of clothing in the living room as Michelle let everyone in.

"Sorry for the mess," she said.

"Not at all," said one of the CTU guys jovially, scanning the lived in but not messy apartment.

They walked in and headed towards the kitchen, which had stools to sit on, finding Tony reaching into a high cupboard.

"Michelle, where's the vodka?" he asked distractedly.

"We drank it all," she said automatically, opening the fridge.

"No not that one," he said, "I bought a new one."

"Then I don't know," she said, pulling out beer.

Tony walked over to the refrigerator too, but opened the freezer.

"Ah ha," he said in triumph, "Vodka."

Michelle took a sip of beer.

"Will you guys excuse me for a second? I have to get out of these clothes," she said.

Tony started getting out shot glasses as Michelle walked in the direction of their bedroom. A couple of the people started walking around, looking at their surroundings. Michelle walked back in wearing jeans and a shirt, with her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. Tony was busy pouring shots for the guys, while some of the girls looked around and grabbed shot glasses. She glanced over at Tony, but something caught her eye. Not having expected that they were going to have company that evening, Tony and Michelle had not cleared the main room of a few of the pictures they usually removed when people from work were coming over. Tony's note to her was on the fridge.

Chelle-

Left for work early. Sorry. Didn't want to wake you.

Enjoy a free day!

I'll pick up groceries on the way home.

Love you, beautiful.

Sure enough, following the noise into the living room, she found Kim and two other girls from CTU looking at the photo album they had left on the table.

"Michelle I've been over here about a million times; you're basically my best friend. How is it possible that I've never seen this before," said Kim.

"Well we usually don't advertise," said Michelle, going over and grabbing the book, although stopping and looking at the pictures, grinning slightly.

"Where was that?" asked Kim, motioning to the picture Michelle was looking at.

Michelle laughed slightly and sat down in between the girls.

"That was at Tony's parents' house. His family's huge, that's not even all of them," she giggled, speaking of the picture in the middle of the page featuring Tony with his arm around Michelle and one of his brothers, both of them surrounded by other people.

"You guys are so cute," said Jenny, pointing at a picture of Tony sitting on the couch, Michelle on his lap with her legs outstretched on the couch and her arms around his neck, both of them giggling stupidly to each other with their faces very close together.

Michelle flushed pink slightly without comment before moving her eyes to the next picture.

"That's in their kitchen," said Michelle, pointing to a picture which showed Tony leaning on the counter and Michelle standing right in front of him, holding champagne, Tony's smile almost hidden by the fact that he was kissing the top of her shoulder softly, "Tony's parents always seem to be able to walk into the room whenever we're alone together."

She giggled slightly with the girls, turning the page.

"That's what I mean," she said quickly, hastening to go to the next page.

"No wait," said all three girls, Kim's hand stopping Michelle's and pulling the page back.

There were pictures of them kissing, all at different times. One looked like they both had had no idea the picture was even taken. Another had them laughing and pulling away from each other's lips, but still kissing. The last featured Michelle spinning in his arms as Tony kissed her.

"Okay now you've seen it," said Michelle impatiently, turning the page.

There was a picture of Michelle, holding a beer and halfway to an upright position from laying with her head on the armrest of the couch and Tony under her shoulders, mid laugh and about to flop back down into position. Tony was looking at her, laughing.

"Enough picture time," said Michelle as the girls giggled.

She put the book down and went into the kitchen with Kim and Jenny in toe. Just then the phone rang.

"Almeida," answered Tony.

"Hey Sammy, what's up?" he asked, "OK she's right here, hold on one sec," he said, with a slightly furrowed brow.

He handed the phone to Michelle.

"Hey Sammy," she paused, "Ok, calm down, what happened?" she asked.

The room was silent, and Tony stared at Michelle worriedly.

"Alright I'll be there in ten minutes. OK."

"What's going on?" Tony asked quickly as she hung up the phone.

"Nothing, she's fine. I'm just gonna go pick her up from somewhere."

"Then I'm coming," said Tony.

"No," said Michelle, "Listen to me Sweetheart," she said with a softer voice and walking up to him and putting her hand on his neck and the other on his chest, "She needs a girl to talk to. That's why she called. I'll bring her back here, alright?"

"Michelle she's my sister," said Tony worriedly.

"She's fine Tony. I've gotta go. I'll be back in twenty minutes."

She turned and walked over to the door.

"Michelle," he called after her.

"She'll be fine," she said firmly but reassuringly.

And she left. Tony scratched the side of his face and sat down on a bar stool.

"You alright?" asked Kim.

"Fucking hell," said Tony, running his fingers through his hair.

"Why is your sister calling Michelle?" asked Dale.

"She's seventeen," said Tony, "She probably doesn't know who else to call. Judging by that call she probably went to some party or something. I don't know. She's going through a weird stage."

They sat around talking for awhile and before he knew it, the door was opening. Tony jumped up immediately and went over to the door. Michelle walked in closely fowled by Tony's sister. She was beautiful. She had long, curly, dark brown hair and big brown eyes, like Tony's.

"Sammy, are you okay?" he asked slightly frantically, walking over to her and grabbing her gently to examine her for any visible injury.

"I'm fine Tony," she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she said with a small smile.

"Well then what the fuck were you doing in this part of town this late?" he asked, changing his voice from one of worry to slight anger.

"Damn it Tony, I already have a Dad, same as you, I don't need another one, so don't fucking lecture me," she said quickly.

Off to the side, Dale whispered that this girl had guts, standing up to Tony when he was pissed off. Most of the time Michelle did that.

"Sorry," he said with a softened expression.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom," she said, walking past him and down the hall.

"Michelle?" he asked, once she had vanished from sight.

"She's been dating this guy. They had a date tonight and your parents knew about it. They went back to his house to hang out. Basically the guy was just a jerk who wanted to sleep with her and when she figured that out, she smacked him and told him to fuck off. Then she left and needed a ride. I think she was just embarrassed to call your parents."
Tony stood there for a minute then let out a breath of laughter.

"She slapped him? Nice, I guess I've taught her well," he smirked, making Michelle relax, as well as everybody else in the room.

"I didn't slap him," said a voice from the hall, a grin playing around her lips, "I full out punched him in the nose. Slapping is for people who can't throw a decent punch."

Tony laughed and tousled his sister's hair slightly.

"You're alright though?"

"Yeah, thanks guys," she said to both of them.

They walked with her back into the kitchen, rejoining the rest of the group.

"Guys this is my sister, Samantha," said Tony.

"Ughh, don't call me that, that's what Mom calls me, Antonio," she added, "I'm Sam," she said, putting her hand out and shaking Kim's.

"Kim," she said smiling.

"So, do you all work with Tony and Michelle?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," said Kim.

"Oh that's gotta be fun," she said with a laugh, but in a jokingly way.

They all chuckled.

"Hey!" said Tony.

"You trying to be offended would be a lot more convincing if you weren't smiling," said Sam with a smile.

At the exact moment Tony was going to retort, a jingly tune sounded.

"Oh that's my phone," said Sam, reaching into her back pocket and flipping open a silver phone.

"Hello," she said. "Hi Mom. No I'm not there anymore. Estoy en la casa de Tony and Michelle. Porque-"

And she started talking very fast in Spanish, once in a while inserting English words.

"Si Mama, claro," she said with a sigh.

"Tony," she said, handing him the phone.

"Do you speak fluent Spanish?" asked Jack. "Oh by the way, I'm Jack. Kim is my daughter. She also works at CTU," he said nodding to Kim.

"Nice to meet you," said Sam with a smile, "And yeah, I do. Like Tony does."

"Tony speaks Spanish?" asked Dale.

Sam laughed.

"Yeah, he better. He wouldn't be able to talk to any of our grandparents if he didn't."

Tony came walking back into the kitchen.

"Sí Mama. Está bien. Ella puede ser con nosotros," said Tony, continuing to talk in Spanish.

"De nada. Adios Mama."

He paused.

"Vos amo también. Hasta luego."

And with that he hung up.

"Mom and Dad wanted to know if you could stay with us a day early, since you were going to come stay here anyway the day after tomorrow. They said they want to get down earlier to see Isabel and the kids and since they'd prefer anyway that you just stay here tonight, they were wondering if it was alright with you if they left earlier."

"That's fine," said Sammy, "If it's okay with you guys?"

"Fine with me," said Michelle, "I've been wanting to show you something in this store anyway."

They both smiled wickedly at each other. Tony always made fun of them for shopping, saying 'women, just going out spending my money'.

"Good," said Tony, "Cuz I kind of already told them it was fine."

"Oh by the way Tony, how have you never talked in Spanish at work? I would've thought you would've at least sworn in Spanish," laughed Sam.

"I dunno, I just don't," he said.

"Joder," she said in a Spanish accent.

Tony let out a breath of laughter.

"Not fair when we have no idea what you're saying," said Michelle, motioning to everybody's clueless smiles.

"Fuck," said Sam, "That's what I said," she added, giggling as everybody went silent at her first word.

A look of comprehension dawned and everyone seemed to smile again. They continued talking for awhile with everybody.

"Hey Sammy, you want something to drink?" asked Tony after awhile, "And before you ask, no alcohol, you are currently in a room full of government agents who have sworn to protect the law. Although you could ask Jack, he has a habit of ignoring orders," teased Tony.

"Thank you, I appreciate that," said Jack with a grin.

"Relax Tony," inserted Sammy, "Don't automatically assume I'm as bad as you were at my age. A soda's fine. And I'll get it," she added, walking over to the fridge.

"Do you have stories you're holding out on us about our boss, Sam?" asked Dale, introductions having already been made.

"Loads," giggled Sam.

"Well," said Dale expectantly.

"He was a bad boy," she sniggered.

"Sam!" said Tony, "No sharing stories from my past with the people I have to work with every single day," he said pointedly.

"Oh relax, Tony," said Sam.

"Now is this stuff I've heard or that I'm going to want to hear?" asked Michelle, a grin playing around her lips.

"You know it all," said Sam.

"Sam!" said Tony again, then muttering to himself as he went into the fridge, "Got to stop having them hang out together, going to the mall, spending my money, women!"

Michelle and Sam looked at each other, both dying laughing, but silently. Tony pulled his head out from the fridge and they both stood up strait and tried to look innocent, or at least Sam did.

"What are you smiling at?" asked Tony, trying to glare at Michelle.

She just smiled at him, walked over and stood close to him, taking the beer out of his hand and walking over to pop it open with the bottle opener on the counter. He just watched what she was doing, his feigned glare gone from his face as he watched her quizzically, staring at her back to him.

"It's funny how much power she has over him; it's great to watch. He's so whipped," giggled Sam to Kim, having gone over to the other side of the counter.

Michelle raised her eyebrows at Sam with a grin playing around her lips then turned around.

"Here," she said, standing closer than necessary to hand him back the beer.

He took it from her. She lingered for a second longer than necessary, then turned around and walked back over to the counter to talk. Tony stood with a lack of understanding of what to do with himself before walking up behind her, placing his hand in the small of her back and whispering into her ear,

"You're evil."

She smiled slightly and took a swig of her drink.

"I'm going to go change," he said, walking out of the room in the direction of their bedroom.

"Sammy, hold down the fort," said Michelle, "I'll be right back."

And she went after Tony, opening the door to their bedroom quietly, closing it just as soundlessly behind her.

"Hey bad boy," she said seductively, playing off of what Sam had said before, and a malicious grin forming around her lips.

He jumped slightly but smiled at her comment, turning around to her.

"Almeida aren't you supposed to be changing?" she asked.

He sniggered.

"So if I undress does that mean you do too?" he asked.

"No see, I've already changed," she said slyly, "But I thought you might need some help."

She gave him a sexy smile.

"Michelle what are you trying to do to me, here?" he asked, dropping the act and chuckling slightly.

"Nothing," she said innocently, although her actions certainly weren't the same as her tone of voice.

She walked up to him, standing very close, and began unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers graze over the skin she was uncovering. She started kissing his neck. He moaned quietly into her throat where he had nuzzled his head to the side of hers. In response she kissed him on the lips. As soon as she felt his lips pulling at hers she pulled back smiling then kissed him again. Each time he responded longingly, and she pulled back, teasing him until he groaned in frustration. Usually when she teased him like this they ended up having sex, but with everyone in the next room, that wasn't exactly an option. Having finished unbuttoning his shirt, she slipped it off his shoulders slowly, much too slowly for his liking when he felt like just ripping off her clothes and making passionate love to her right there on the floor. She reached to his belt and undid the latch, feeling him reach for the belt loop of her pants, pulling her into his body even more and him starting to lift her shirt.

"Hey," she said, "I thought we were undressing you?"

He kissed her hungrily, and she instead felt his hands slip up under her top rather than staying at the bottom, trying to remove it.

"Michelle," he said huskily, "If there weren't people on the other side of that door I would be making torrid love to you right now on this very spot."
Despite herself, she lost another little bit of her self control.

"Couldn't even make it to the bed, Almeida?" she asked with that turn of her lips that was driving him absolutely crazy.

"Nope, right here on the damn floor Michelle."
She could hear it in his voice, and the words he used: he wanted her. Bad.

"We can pick this up later," she said, softening and suddenly feeling slightly, although not really, bad that she had teased him when neither could do anything about it, "Now before they all assume that you're getting lucky, I'm going to go back out there. You get undressed."

She smiled as she said this, seeing he didn't really have much left to do.

"You took care of most of it," he muttered against her lips, kissing her passionately, then letting her go, trying to ignore the fact that she had him so turned on that it was almost impossible to let her get away without something.

Michelle took her time lingering in the hallway. The fact of it is was she was tired, she wanted to be with him, and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. As for Tony, he stripped out of his clothes as fast as humanly possible and threw on a pare of jeans and a shirt, running out into the hall in the hope that Michelle was doing exactly what she was.

She felt hands on her hips, lips on her neck and smiled as she ran her hand over his, tilting her neck to the side and forward slightly as he kissed her softly, not allowing his lips to linger as much as he normally would as they were just about to turn the corner into the kitchen. Tony moved to the side of her, keeping his hand around her waist, she brought her hand up the front of his shirt, as his body was still turned into hers, and rested it on his chest.

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you," she whispered back.

They stared into each other's eyes as they turned the corner. Everybody looked over at them.

"Well, here they are," said Chase, obviously well on his way.

Tony smirked sarcastically and Michelle gave him a similar smile. No one could deny how good they looked together. It was rare to see them acting like a couple, even more so in regular clothes, and they looked completely comfortable. The few times since their engagement that people had seen them together, it was clear that they were incredibly attracted to each other and in love, but they didn't walk around, arms around each other, like they had just begun a relationship. That's what it looked like. They had been together for over a year and they looked like new lovers, completely dumbfounded with their love for each other. The way they looked at each other was just so knowing, adoring. Once in awhile you could catch them inadvertently staring at the other one, or see their eyes catch if you really watched for it, but right now even the slightest glance in the other's directions was consumed with compassion, adoration, and quiet hearts beating in perfect sync.

He easily brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and grazing his hand down over her neck, complacent with everyday action that few besides her ever saw, ever knew how much he loved those curls.

"You hungry?" he asked her.

The corners of her lips turned up.

"I'm okay. Thanks though," she smiled at him.

"I would offer to make something but"

"We both know that would be a bad idea," he finished for her.

Common joke, constantly played but never old. And whoever started it always knew the other one would know how to finish it.

They both giggled slightly.

"I'm surprised you found the fridge without me this morning," he said, eyes gleaming, knowing that would get her.

"Shh," she giggled despite herself, poking him in the stomach and turning around to look at the people sitting dumbfounded in their kitchen.

"So," said Sam, "I was just telling everyone about the racecar incident," she smiled.

"Sammy," Tony said as he rubbed his forehead and looked down, Michelle smiling slightly, "Must you make me look like a fool. That story has been exaggerated beyond belief. And whoever told it to you, I'm guessing Chris, am I right? Well, it's not exactly that true."

"Joe told me," said Sam, "And if I remember correctly, he was in the car with you, so he would know now wouldn't he? Plus I remember hearing Mama yell and yell at you."

"She didn't just yell. That was the only time she ever smacked me across the face, and God knows I deserved it. That's saying something as Abuela's smacked me and all our brothers about a million times for all the shit we got into. Now onto something else."

"Whoa whoa whoa," said Jack, "We only heard the beginning of this story and I'm thinking we're gonna want to hear the rest to know why your Mother, who I've met and seems like the nicest woman in the world, would ever be that pissed off."

"Yes this sounds way too good to pass up," said Chase.

"Basically I took my Dad's new car out for a joy ride with my brother, started racing with some preppy kid in a nicer car than mine, and crashed it," said Tony.

Everybody laughed, and the conversation turned back into regular chat.

Enjoy:)