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When Fiona and Michael pulled up to the curb they were in the middle of a verry important debate.

"But Michael it's been ages since we went on an actual vacation, goodness knows we could use a break," Fiona told him.

"We went to the Caimens not to long ago." he pointed out. Michael had long since gotten used to fighting arguments that he knew he had no chance of winning. He had simply adopted the, argue-futily-and-later-pretend-it-never-happened attitude. It worked most times, and when it didn't their was always the shopping spree option. When it came down to argueing with his girlfreind Michael was not above bribery.

"Going under cover as a married couple to a resort in the Caimens for a CIA job, while very enjoyable is not exactly a relaxing vacation Michael." Fiona huffed.

"Fi, even if we did go somewhere I would still have to travel under a fake name. My life history was erased remember?" Michael reminded her as he shut off the car.

"Fine so go under a fake name and then we can go do touristy things like regular people."

"Can we talk about his later Fi?" Michael asked as they walked accross the street towards Maddys house. When they were about half way accross michael stopped and stared at the black SUV parked by the curb.

Fiona noticed this and stopped too. "Michael? What's wrong?"

Michael shook his head. "Probably nothing."

This irritated Fiona slightly. "Michael, right now there is no such thing as probably nothing. What do you see?" She had stepped closer to Michael and his arm had gone around her instinctively. They normally stood that way when they were in public and talking about a potentially dangerous senario. To the public they would look like a talking couple when really they were watching eachothers backs and maintaining clear shooting lines.

"That SUV has blacked out windows and G-Series license plates. It's a classic FBI vehicle. And the fact that it's parked right outside my mom's house isn't making me feel any better," he murmured.

"Let's get inside. While we're at dinner we can sweep the house."

Michael allowed Fiona to tug him up the front steps of the childhood home and opened the door.

Booth had experienced some awkward situations before. It came with his job. However, he could honestly say that being walked in on by a spy while peeling carrots at said spies kitchen table was one of the awkwardest things he had ever experienced.

As soon as Michael saw the FBI agent his gun was in his hand, fully loaded, with the safety off, and pointed at Booth.

Booth had been just as quick on the job bu what he hadn't counted on was having Fiona packing a gun too.

"Well..." Booth said. "This is akward."

"Your telling me. Now, do you mind telling me what the hell your doing in my moms kitchen?" Michael asked. None of them had lowered their weapons.

That was when Maddy entered the kitchen. "Oh all of you put those away! I'de hate to have to shoot all three of you." Booth slipped his firearm back into his hip holstere, Fiona slipped hers back into her bag, and Michael stuck his into the waiste band of his suite pants. "Good. Now Fiona, you come with me and help me get dinner. You boys go out back and talk." She ordered.

Michael's eyes narrowed infintesimaly before his face smoothed into an unnervingly wide smile. "Sure Ma. We'll just go out back and have a nice safe chat so we can establish some boundaries." Michael turned to the unnerved FBI agent and gestured out the door. "After you."

The two men had barely made their way out the door when Michael stopped abruptly, causing Booth to crash into him. Before he had been able to process anything Michael had stolen the Agents fire arm and had it expertly pointed at Booth's heart.

Booth jumped back. "This is what you call a safe discussion! Jesus Christ what is wrong with you people!" he exclaimed.

"My mother said a safe conversation," he replied. "Personally I feel a lot safer when you don't have a gun."

"Well I'm not feeling safe at all." Booth retorted.

"I can live with that." Michael replied calmly. He still hadn't moved the gun pointed at Booth's chest. "Now, I'm only going to say this once: Get the hell out. I have a life here now. I help people. I don't need more government agents getting involved and screwing that up. So get out of my life and never come back, because if you do I will rain hell down on you and everyone and everything you hold dear, and I am really good at raining down hell."

His voice had maintained that same low, cold, clear toan through the entire conversation. The words sent a cold shiver down Booth's back. He had heard plenty of threats before, it was part of the gig, but this threat was carried out so calmly that it left no doubt in Booth's mind that the threatener had every ability to carry out the threat.

Booth glared. "Oh like you helped Marine Lutenant Kevins by shooting him? Some help!"

"I didn't pull that trigger." Michael retorted icily. "I did pull the trigger that took out a Columbian drug cartel. Yo ucan thank me later." he contamplated what he had just said for a moment. "On second thoughts, don't. I really don't want to know you long enough for you to thank me."

"I don't want to thank you period." Booth retorted.

"Fair enough." Michael agreed easily. "Now get the hell out." Both men heard a loud screach and smelled burning rubber. They heard the loud chatter of gun fire and Michael and Booth immediately dropped flat to the ground. "Okay... scratch that!" Michael shouted. "You now have three options. One, run. Your in good shape you might make it. Option two involves me handing you back this gun so you can use it to shoot some Columbians. And option three involves me shooting you with it. Your choice!"

"Columbians? I thought you said you killed them!" Booth shouted back.

"Well obviously I missed a couple and now their pissed! Now take the gun and start shooting or I'm going to shoot you!" Michael shouted back as he started to try and map out a way back to the house.

Booth groaned and rolled his eyes. "Give me the god damn gun!

Michael did it without hesitation and then took off bak to the house. Booth followed after, keeping low to the ground and weaving to dodge the bullets. As a street light exploded above him he silently wondered just how mich tylenol it would take to get someone through this week.

When they got through the door the first thing Michael did was lock and bolt it. Then he was all plans. "Mom! Take the shot gun, get into the bathroom and stay down!" Maddy went without question. "Fiona, try and take down the guys from the top window."

"Got it Michael." she replied calmly.

"Do you have C4?"

"Some not much."

Michael nodded. "You know where the liquor cabinet and cleaners are?"

"Naturally."

"Good."

Fiona pulled out her cell phone and started punching in numers as she went.

"Who is she calling?" Booth asked.

"Backup." Michael replied as he expertly loaded a rifle. "You should call whoever your working with too. I normally try to avoid the feds at all cops but I don't see another way for us to get out of this."

Booth called Bones. She picked up on the first ring. "Brennan."

"Bones. It's me. Put Agent Booth on the phone right now."

"Booth? Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

"Bones! Gibbs! Phone! Now!" She handed the phone to Gibbs.

"Agent Booth?"

"Agent Gibbs! I don't mean to take your boss part here but if you, DiNozzo, Ziva, and McGee, could get your asses down here ASAP it would probably safe me getting really, really shot. And I speak from experience here when I say I really don't want to get shot." Booth shouted down the phone while he loaded his gun.

Gibbs replied immediately, already moving straight towards the door gesturing to Tony and Ziva who followed immediately. "Ten mintes flat." he barked and snapped the phone shut.

Booth nearly jumped four feet when the next thing he heard was a loud BOOM! "What the hell was that!"

"Fiona." Michael replied without breaking motion. "Mulitov Cocktails are a specialty of hers."

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Booth groaned.

"I doubt he's helping." Michael quipped dryly.

Booth thought breifly about trying to reply, but then gave up. Forget tylenol. To get through this week he was going to need tranquilizers.

There was another loud crash and Agent Booth and Michael Westen settled down for the fight of their lives.

A/N: Cliff Hanger! Please don't hate me. I know this took a little longer to post but please don't give up on me. I just had other things I had to do. Review! Review! Review! No ones reviewed in almost two days :(.