A/N- This is the last chapter- if you've got this far leave me a review 

Ignoring him completely, she went to leave his office, mostly to wind him up. The smile which he had left upon her face was still there. And although she could still feel his gun pressed into the back of her head, she could also feel his fingers gently caressing the swollen skin about her wrists.

It was then that she noticed that he'd left her attached to the chair, and it was then that reality sunk in. She was in his office for God's sake. What the hell was she doing? Everything, all the things that she'd tried to keep hidden for so long had poured out, she had told him everything. All the emotions that his smiling eyes and soft kiss had been able to push away came flooding back, fear, anger, humiliation. She curled herself up as best she could in the chair, breathing in his soft scent and trying to calm herself down.

There was no way in hell that she was going to be able to go back to work right now especially not if the case was about David.

She rubbed her eyes, knowing that there were no tears there, but in a silent memory of the tears that she had cried. She wasn't going to cry now, that was over. It was just hard, that was all.

Tony had been standing at the door for a while now, watching her. She really was the strongest person he knew. The photographs attached to the police reports said more than words ever could. He'd seen the terror in her eyes, the way her breathing quickened when she thought about it. And yet she was still here, still holding herself together.

Without saying a word, he moved himself closer to her, allowing himself to settle in her hair before speaking.

Her eyes met his, and he felt his heart miss a beat. They were still red and slightly swollen from where he'd forced terrified tears out of them by pointing a gun at her. That was not however, what caught his attention, he found himself melting in the trust that he saw there. So much so that when he finally found the nerve to speak, his voice was hoarse and broken. Pulling himself together under her teasing grin, "They're bringing him in, for interrogation."

Her face fell, and for a moment he found himself staring into the agony she had had to endure. But then she nodded and went to leave, again forgetting that she was still attached to the chair.

Seeing the plea in her eyes, he went to undo the handcuffs, but grasped at her fingertips before she could escape. "I spoke to Jack…He agreed." Michelle looked at him in confusion, but he brushed her objections aside. "You can't be here, conflict of interests. I'm going to take you home."

He watched the smile break out on her face as she pressed herself against him. As she reached up to kiss him, he tried to look indignant as he whispered, "Hey, this is my office you know."

Ignoring him entirely, she kissed him anyway, then replied, "Well, you better take me home then." Which brought a smile to his face as well.

They detached themselves from each other long enough to walk from his office to his car, at which point he kissed her again, secure that his blackened windows provided them security from the CCTV cameras and any prying eyes.

Eventually, still trying to catch his breath, Tony drove her back home. Initially the car fell into a companionable silence, but this turned awkward fairly quickly as Michelle's mind went into overdrive and Tony tried to find something to break it.
When his car pulled up in front of her apartment, she almost wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to go and sit in her apartment alone, she'd had enough of that recently, and all she really wanted was to melt into his arms. And she sure as hell didn't want him going back to CTU and interrogating David. She didn't ever want Tony near him. But she also knew that he had to go back to work. He was the director, he shouldn't even have driven her home, although she appreciated that he had. But he could hardly take time out of work to babysit his girlfriend. That thought brought a smile to her face that she tried to repress, but didn't quite manage.

Seeing the anxious expression on her face break into a smile, Tony made a decision. Switching off the engine, he turned to her and asked, "Do you need a hand?"

Not quite sure what he was referring to, Michelle replied, "What?"

"With getting your stuff," he answered, enjoying the confusion his words created.

"You're coming back to mine. I'm going to cook you dinner, and I don't actually think you own any food."

Ignoring that for the moment, Michelle replied, "But you can't, you've got to go back to CTU," despite the fact that her face suggested that she liked the idea of going back to his as much as she did.

"They're hardly going to let me back in, I've never even met him, and already I want to kill him," he whispered as he twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers.

She smiled, and this smile was the first in a long time that wasn't tinged with pain and fear.

He presumed she was asleep, her breathing had become soft and regular as she lay in his arms. Very carefully, so as not to wake her, he brought one of her hands to his mouth, kissing the tender skin; the apology which he had been unable to form earlier coming to him now. "I am so sorry I thought you were her, you're not. I know that. I'm so sorry. I just… I love you. I would never, ever hurt you. I'm so sorry." His soft whispers mixed with her breaths to fill the room, so much so that he was surprised to find her staring back at him, her eyes thick with tears.

"Hey," she whispered, brushing at his eyes which he was surprised to find were leaking tears onto her hair. "It's OK. I'm sorry too. I thought you were him, I was scared to trust you. But its OK." She pulled herself closer to him, aware that tears were now pouring from both of them. "I love you and I trust you."

He hugged her to him as tightly as he could, not ever wanting to let her go. The voice that echoed about him was his, but not as he had heard it, almost broken by the happiness in it, "Tomorrow, I'm taking you out on that date, dinner and a movie, like I promised."

Her tone was decidedly more seductive as she answered, "In which case, tomorrow I'm taking you home."

"What's that supposed to mean," he teased her.

"I think you can work it out," she giggled as she shifted so that her back was against him.

Hearing her sigh, he kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Go to sleep," content just to watch her until she did.