She resisted the urge to run her fingers through her hair as she climbed the stairs to his office. She'd been working non-stop all day, and if he was going to give her more stuff to do, it was quite possible that she might have to shoot him. However, if he just wanted to see her, well she could do with the break.

He watched her climb the stairs, checking that everything was in place. As she opened the door, he shot her a smile and motioned for her to sit on the chair, trying to keep his anger under check. She was going to pay for this.

Slightly perturbed by his request, she sat herself in his chair as he closed the door. "Tony… What's wrong?" She didn't get any further, quick as lightning his hands had the handcuffs clamped about her wrists, attaching her to the chair as he brought his gun to her head.

His instinct was to pull the trigger, but that wouldn't be enough. She was going to pay for what she did, and she was going to spend the rest of her life paying for it.

For an instant, she could barely believe what was happening, refusing to accept it. This was Tony, he wouldn't hurt her, she could trust him. But as the cold metal of his gun bit into her skin, she felt tears form in her eyes as her worst nightmare was realised.

She'd told herself she could trust him, had spent hours convincing herself to let her in, but here he was, pressing a gun into her head, and here she was, again. Trying to reason with him, desperately trying to understand why this was happening, she heard her voice call his name, sounding so pathetic against the anger that radiated from him.
Hearing her calling her name, seeing the tears that he knew she would be forcing back nevertheless defeat her, he felt his resolve slip. This however, just made it worse. As much as he wanted to be angry at her, as much as he knew he should be hating her, he couldn't. Seeing her upset like this nearly broke him, he wanted to sweep her up in his arms, tell her that everything would be ok. He was so in love with her that he almost didn't care who she was, that she had betrayed him.

Somewhere inside himself, a comparison automatically leapt to his mind, one that he had desperately tried to avoid. Nina. That betrayal had been a particularly public one, everyone knew what had happened, and everywhere he turned, he was reminded of it. Yet somehow, it didn't sting as much as this did. He had convinced himself that he was in love with Nina, she had been an obsession that he had nurtured for months, and to actually have her was more than he hoped for. But he knew that the feelings weren't reciprocated, and if he was honest, his feelings diminished almost as soon as he got to know her better.

With Michelle, his feelings had, if anything, actually grown as he got to know her better, and after everything they had been through, he actually felt as though he needed her.

If she had betrayed him, he wasn't sure if he would cope. Even seeing her upset was destroying him.

Forcing himself to concentrate, drawing upon the anger he had tried to hide after Nina's betrayal, he threw the file at her, opening to the photo; ignoring the pain that her image then conjured when he compared it with the frightened Michelle that sat in front of him.

Seeing her image in the file, Michelle finally understood what this was about. She clenched her eyes shut, forcing back the tears. She was not going to let him see her like this, not if that was what he thought of her. It would almost be funny if the memories attached to that picture weren't so painful, and if Tony wasn't pointing a gun at her head.

As he saw understanding flutter through her eyes, he felt a grim smile pass his lips. Now she knew, knew that she was caught, knew that he had found out. Her tears stopped, and her eyes flicked up to his, the anger radiating from them matching his. The part of himself that was disjointed from his emotions whispered, "Got you," through his head, but the rest of him was completely numb. Something inside of him had been praying that somehow this was a misunderstanding, that she wasn't a traitor. But seeing her, he knew he was wrong.