Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.

Booth was having a truly bizzare day. It had started out normally: get up, take shower, argue with Bones. He was pretty sure he could pinpoint where things went wacky at about "talk with Michael Westen's mother." Where he thought things had definently jumped the curb on normality was "go head to head with a deadly super spy." And where he thought things had boarded the space ship out of Normal's atmosphere was around, "take on a pissed of Columbian drug cartel with Michael Westen and team."

Now Booth was crouching at an attic window with a rifle he was pretty sure had been purchased illegally and smuggled into the country by an ex-IRA operative, with next to no clue about how he had ended up there. However, since he was fighting for his life, he hadn't taken that much time to dwell on the matter.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound on the attic stairs and Booth spared a moment to look around. He saw Michael enter the attic. Booth looked back out the window and took out a few more Columbians.

"Nice shot." Michael commented as he rooted through a box.

Booth assessed the man more carefully and his mouth popped open. Michael looked... completely normal. No cuts or bruises, no stains on his suite, not a single hair out of place. He wasn't even sweating in the sweltering heat of the attic.

Michael turned back to Booth. "Can I help you with something? Because, if not I would really appreciate it if the Columbians stopped getting any closer." he said casually. Michael reached for another box.

"What are you looking for?" Booth asked between watching the Columbians.

"Something, anything. Besides my mom wanted me to clean out the attic. The more things I can blow up the better. It saves me tripps up the stairs.

Booth fired off the shot quickly and efficently. He turned back to Michael who was still sorting through boxes. "So... what? Is this just another typical day for you? Because otherwise their is no way you could be this calm." he stated

"Pretty much." Michael answered

Their was a shout from below and Booth fired off more shots. "How on Earth are you still breathing?!" he called over another explosive bang.

"You know your not the first FED to ever ask me that. I'll tell you what I told him, I have no clue other than the fact-" he was interrupted by another explosion. "I eat a lot of yogurt!" He shouted.

Fiona sprinted up the stairs. "Michael, your mother has a very expansive liquor cabinet and a never ending supply of cigarrete lighters but I can't keep this up for much longer."

Michael finally found what he was looking for in the boxes and set the items down on the floor. "Well if this works right you won't have to."

Booth surveyed the items. They looked common place, screws, computer cables, bungee cords, a toilet brush, windew, ball barings, toy army men, some christmas lights, dairy creamer, tile spackle, and some type of metal box. "How exactly do you plan on saving our lifes with half the contents of the dollar store!"

"Whatch and learn. You learn super-secret things at spy school. Fi? Can I have your bomb kit and your hair pin?" Michael asked.

"Fine." she grumbled. "You owe me a new one on both!"

Michael stopped exasperated. "I owe you for a hair pin that will save all of our lives?!"

She smiled sweetly. "I'll spot you for the hairpin."

"Why do I always end up owing you for saving your life?" Michael wondered out loud as he began his work.

She kissed him lightly, "Because you love me." she informed him.

"Yes I love you." Michael worked quickly for another moment frowning slightly. "Give me your left hand."

"What?"

"Just do it Fi!"

"No! You have two perfectly functioning hands! Use them!"

Michael made a sound half way between exasperation and amusement then grabbed her hand in one of his, which also happened to be holding a box, while his other hand worked on his explosive. This made Booth nervous but decided not to voice this thought as the couple was clearly having an important moment.

Michael gave Fiona back her hand and went back to work. Fiona examined it as Michael worked and Booth took pot shots between glancing back into the attic.

Fiona got past examining her hand and grabbed Michael for a kiss.

"Should I take that as a yes?" Michael asked.

Fiona kissed him again. As Booth provided cover for two men sprinting into the house. Foot steps echoed up the stairs a moment later and someone who looked wierdly like Sam Axe and a tall bald man came on scene that Booth recognized as Jesse Porter. Jesse spared a glance at the couple and grabbed the bomb in progress and started to work.

Booth was momentarily side tracked. "Sam?"

"Oh. Hey Booth. Guess you met Minke and Fi."

Booth stuttered for a moment. Their was another bang. "We have a lot of catching up to do buddy I know this great bar-"

"Sam!" Jesse barked and looked over Booth. "Guy with a riffle who Sam knows but I don't. Plan your buddy catch up later when we aren't about to die."

"Oh! Jesse this is-"

"Sam! Angry, heavily armed, Columbians!"

"Right."

Fiona released Michael to breath and looked at the diamond now sparkling on her second finger. "it's beuatiful."

"I'll tell you how I wound up wih it if we don't die." Michael promised.

Fiona kissed him one more time. "This still doesn't get you off the hook for the explosives kit." she informed him before going to help Jesse with the bomb.

Michael was smiling after her and he shurgged slightly before murmuring. "I figured it wouldn't."

"Hold up!" Booth protested. "Did you just propose to you rgirlfreind in the middle of a deadly fire fight?" he questioned.

"Apparently." Michael said still smiling.

"And she said yes?" Booth asked still a little bit confused. Michael looked at him as if to say 'well duh!' Booth shook his head and gave up trying to understand anything that was going on.

"Wow!" Sam exclaimed. "Mikey you proposed?" Fiona lifted her hand for him to see the sparkle. "Good job Mikey!" Sam said smacking him on the back.

"The explosive is ready!" Jesse called. He stepped towards the window and lobbed it out. BANG. "Now the explosive is..." he said. Examining the damage. "Mixed with little bits of Columbian drug dealer."

"Nice." Michael commented. "And we didn't even blow up the house this time."

"This time?" Booth asked.

"We deal with strange people." Michael said, shrugging.

Booth followed the others down the stairs. "Mom! You can come out of the bathroom now!" Michael called.

Maddy came out of the bathroom with her shot gun and a new cigarrete.

"Hey Booth!" Sam called from the window. "Your backup is here!"

Booth turned and was half way out the door when he stopped. "Well are you coming?" he called.

"Mike?" Jesse asked. "Are we coming?"

Michael summed everything up and frowned. "I guess. I really don't want to spend more time with the government than what's necessary."

Fiona took his hand. "Oh look on the bright side Michael." she told him. "This will make a great story to tell the kids."

Michael groaned.

A/N: Well? What do you think? reviews!

I did this late at night so no time to spell check. Sorry.