A/N: I'm SO SO SO sorry! I haven't updated this in a loooooong time, in almost a year or so. Been a little busy with my SOA stories, but I'll probably take a little break from those, and start doing my other stories for a while. But then again, who knows! In this story, I'm not going with any of the story lines, I'm just making it up as I go along, and see where it goes. Anyhoo... on to the story! wOoT!
-Four-
After Julie took a shower and changed into capri's and a tank top, she checked on Riley, then went out into the livingroom. She looked over at Rachel as she sat down on the couch. "We'll have to go out to lunch or something."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Julie nodded. "Depending if Riley is feeling okay or not."
"Okay, just let me know when." Rachel paused. "So how was your drive over?"
"Pretty good, I just wanted to hurry up and get here, so I could move everything in, and get settled already."
"Yeah." Rachel nodded, then there was a knock at the door, and Rachel stood up. "You expecting someone?"
Julie shrugged. "Maybe the next door neighbor, he helped me with my TV's, and he's a cutie."
Rachel giggled, walking over to the door, opened it, then frowned. "What the hell are you doing here, Michael?"
"I need to talk to Jules."
"She doesn't want to talk to you."
Michael sighed, as Julie walked up to them, with a frown. "What do you want?"
"Just to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about Michael."
"Of course we do... please, let's go grab a coffee or a bite to eat." he smiled at her. "Come on, Jules, my treat."
"You don't have to go anywhere with him." Rachel said, crossing her arms over her chest. "After what he did to you?"
Julie groaned, slighty shaking her head, then she grabbed her purse. "Fine, just one cup of coffee."
"Are you crazy?"
"Rachel, it's fine... I'll be right back." she paused. "Can you keep an eye out and tell Gwen that I'll be back?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Let's go." Julie said, walking out the door with Michael behind her, then both of them got into his car, and he drove off. Julie spoke after a few minutes of silence. "I hope you know... this doesn't mean anything between us."
"Maybe I could change your mind."
"Fat chance."
Michael chuckled. "So what are you doing here in Miami anyway?"
"My job relocated me here."
"What do you do?"
"I'm Co-manager of this travel agent company and they sent me here, so they can branch off in different places."
"Oh, okay."
"I just can't believe... out of all the places that they sent me to, it happens to be in the same place you're at." she shook her head. "I can't believe it."
"It's fate."
"I don't believe in that shit no more."
"Awe come on, Jules."
"I seriously swear... I'm gonna jump out of this car."
"Okay, okay." he nodded, then ten minutes later, he pulled up to the diner. Both of them got out of the car, walked in, and sat into a booth. "So." he said, looking at the menu. "What's her name?"
"Who?"
"Our daughter?"
"Actually... she's my daughter and she's been my daughter for over ten years."
"Okay, well, what's her name?"
"Riley."
"Does she look like me?"
"Yeah, she does, but she also looks like me too."
A few minutes later, a waitress walked up to them with a smile. "Hi there, my name is Annabelle and I'll be your server tonight, what can I get you?"
Julie out the menu down. "Just a coffee."
Annabelle nodded, writing it on her note pad, then looked at Michael. "And for you sir?"
"Could I get a coffee and yogurt?"
"Sure... coming right up." Annabelle smiled, then walked back into the kitchen.
Michael noticed Julie shaking her head. "What?" he asked, innocently.
"Nothing." she shrugged. "It's just that... Riley gets the whole 'yogurt' thing from you, because she eats it all the time."
"That's my girl." he smiled. "Do you have a picture of her?"
"Yeah." she reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet. "These were taken about three weeks ago." she took it out and handed it to him.
Michael stared at it intently for a few minutes, then he looked up at Julie. "S- she's beautiful."
"Thanks."
"Can I keep this?"
Julie nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."
Minutes later, Annabelle came back with their stuff, setting it on the table. "Here you go, if you need anything else, just let me know."
"Thank you." Michael said, with a smile, then she walked away. "So you're living here for good?"
"For now... unless my job has to ship me else where."
"So when will you let me meet Riley?"
"That's not up to me."
"Does she knows about me?"
"Yes, she does... but she don't know what you look like, she just knows of you." Julie shrugged. "I'll talk to her, but I'm not sure what she'll say."
"Okay, so what type of things does she like?"
"Her cat Max, her teddy bear Cuddles- she's had since she was a baby, the Arizona Cardinals, Tinkerbelle, yogurt, and her favorite food is pizza." Julie paused. "That's pretty much the things she loves."
"That's cool." he nodded, taking a bite of his yogurt. They stayed at the diner talking for another hour, Michael was going to take her back home. "I'm glad you're here, I thought I'd never see you again."
"Yeah, well... it wasn't by choice." a few seconds later, Julie noticed Michael looking in either his rear viewed mirror or the side mirror. "What are you doing?" she asked, then as she saw her house, Michael kept on going. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked again. "My house is back there."
"Shit!" he yelled, then sped up, driving crazy.
"Michael, let me out of this fucking car, now!"
"Can't do that, they're after me... I have to lose them."
"Who?" she asked. "Who is after you?"
"I'll tell you after I lose them, right now I have to concentrate on driving."
"Ugh!" she groaned. "Unfuckingbelievable!"
After a half an hour, Michael lost the cars chasing him, and went to his loft. "We'll be safe in here."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, unless we're going to my house." she paused. "Now, take me there."
"I can't right now." he shook his head.
"You need to tell me what the hell is going on and why are people after you?"
Michael sighed. "I'll tell you, but can you please come in?"
She thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded. "Fine, but you better not leave anything out."
"Deal." he told her, then both of them got out of his car, and walked up to his loft. "You can have a seat where ever you want."
"Okay." she said, sitting on the bar stool.
He went into his fridge and grabbed a yogurt. "You want one?"
"No... start talking." he nodded, then for the next hour, Michael told her everything. Him being a spy, getting burned, and telling her about the people that are after him.
A little bit later, the door swung open, and Julie saw a woman and a man walk in. "Mikey, you need to tell Fi... to calm down with her trigger finger, we almost got our cover blown."
"Guys." Michael started, waving his arms.
"Who's this?" Fiona said, looking at the woman sitting in Michael's kitchen. "Your new client?"
"Client?" Julie asked, with a confused look on her face.
"Actually, no." Michael shook his head. "This is Julie, I used to know her a while ago, and we're just catching up." he paused. "Jules, that's Sam and Fiona."
"Nice to meet you." Julie said, with a smile, then looked at Michael. "I need to get home... to our daughter."
Fiona paled as Sam's jaw dropped to the ground, then Michael said "Well, then... um, let's go." he choked out, he couldn't even look at Fiona. He kept his eyes at the ground, as him and Julie walked out, got into his car, and he drove off.