Disclaimer: Matt Nix, Don Belisario, and Hart Hanson are just completely bizzare middle aged male aliases for a mostly normal teenaged girl. I actually have always, and will always own them all.

Yeah, them and the Taj Mahal.

Right.

Maybe in an alternate reality

Fiona Glennane and Michael Westen were not normal people. Normal people can't speak a minimum of five languages a piece. Normal people don't know how to blow up a building with bleach and tile spackle. And normal people defiantly don't have twelve possible identities to chose from. However non-normal people are often very good at pretending to be normal, so that's what Michael and Fiona were doing. At least, that's what they were attempting.

"Michael. We are supposed to be a happy couple at the Riviera," Fi criticized quietly into Michael's ear.

"Isn't that what we are Fi?"

She chuckled. "Michael I have seen KGB officers in interrogation rooms who had less tension in their neck muscles." she paused for a second and assessed his face, tacking special note of the tendons that stood out in sharp relief against his neck and jaw. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head slightly, "It's just post-job-paranoia acting up. I'm starting to think that any guy with a suite is a fed." He rolled his neck tierdly and glanced at Fiona. "Do you know a way to just turn off my brain for a while?"

Fi reached up and rubbed his neck gently, trying to relieve some of the tension. "The job went fine Michael. The marine was crooked. He was helping smuggle people into the country using information from the FBI. If you ask me the world is better off without him."

Michael sighed, "It's not that simple Fi. We took a man's life. It doesn't matter if he was evil in every possible sense of the word, he was still a marine who was working with the FBI. That means anyone who investigates his death will be reporting to two branches of government."

"So? What's one more set of feds to deal with? We've dealt with agents before and they all turned out to be tame as kittens in the end." In Fi's opinion government agents were a littlw like mosquitos. Sure they were annoying, but all they really did was whine.

"Because Fi! Twice the agencies means twice the agents, twice the resources, twice the hassle." he sighed and rolled his neck again. "We've dealt with the government before but it is never not a pain."

Fiona shrugged. "Well, we'll blow up that bridge when we come to it."

He sighed. "That's another thing we're going to have to cut back on for a little while until this whole thing has cooled down a little. We don't want to draw more attention to ourselves at the moment."

Fiona pouted for a moment before brightening up again, "Okay, well then you'll just have to take me to the fireing range," Michael groaned. "Now don't give me that Michael! The last time I didn't get to blow things up for an extended period of time I wound up fireing off shots in the apartment and you weren't happy with that plan either. So you can either take me to the fireing range tommorow, let me shoot things at your house, or find me a job where I get to blow things up!"

Michael sighed. "Fine. The fireing range it is."

Fiona narrowed her eyes, "You could sound a little happier about it Michael. We'll have a very nice time beating the range accuracy records."

Michael wrapped his arms lightly around her. "Fi, you know I enjoy shooting things with you. I'll get rid of Jesse and Sam and we'll bring a lunch. I'm sure it will be very enjoyable."

She snuggled back against his chest. "Your damn right it'll be enjoyable, besides, I have a lovely new 45 caliber I need to test out and it has been far to long since you had the chance to practice violence in a freindly, supportive, nurturing, enviornment."

Michael stopped for a second to try and process the obsurdity of the later part of the statement before finally giving up on it being completely and utterly impossible. "Yeah, a safe, supportive, nurturing, enviornment for violence."

"That's right."

Michael shook his head slightly and wrapped his suite jacket around Fiona's shoulders when she started to shiver. They stood watching the water for a moment. Michael was trying to work out his marine and FBI issues quietly inside his head while Fiona tried to figure out how to make him stop worrying about his marine and FBI issues. Eventually neither one of them could figure

A/N: So? What do you think? I need to get opinions from more than 3 people. I have a lot to do and I need to know weather or not this is worth writing. I don't care if you hate it. I have to know so I can remove this virtual Japanease water torture from the internet and my computer hard drive forever. The point is, review!

P.S. In the next chapter Booth is going to meet Michael and Fiona at the fireing range.