It was the worst weather Miami had seen in twenty five years and that was saying something considering the number of storms that passed through yearly. A few days before the rain started there had been a monster hurricane not sixty miles off of the coast of Florida and it was those after affects they were feeling. There was no running water, no electricity and no way to leave the city unless you wanted to swim; anyone that was there was trapped. The waves that crashed onto the shore were anywhere from five to fifty feet high. The National Guard was trying to send people in but the eighty mile an hour winds blew most helicopters off course or there was no suitable/ safe landing spot. It was a disaster.

When you're a spy you are trained to go days with little food, you're trained to take extreme heat and you sure get used to begin cold a lot. What they don't train you for is boredom, they don't tell you how to resist the urges to try and swim your way to Mississippi. Boredom is a spy's nightmare.

I looked around at the loft wondering how much more I could take of the constant pounding of rain on a tin roof or having to wake up every few hours to change over the buckets that were currently stopping my loft from flooding. So far I had worked on my Polish from a fairly worn polish text book, cleaned all of my guns at least twice and I was on my umpteenth game of solitaire. Throwing down the cards in disgust I walked over to the radio I had been working on converting to a camera and microphone for when I leave and I get unwanted guests. I was almost done but with out a few micro screws and copper wire I was as close to being done as I was to learning about my burn notice.

I flipped open my cell phone and was about to dial my mother's number when I remembered the lack of cell phone service was doing a great job of not letting me knew whether or not my mom was alright. I set it down on the bed next to the jumble of cards that was used for solitaire only moments ago. I was jealous of Sam who was probably sitting at some poolside getting his tan on in Las Vegas while I was surviving on bread and blueberry yogurt. I glanced at the garbage can where I had tossed the three cups of yogurt I had eaten in the past two days and watched as the drip of water that had steadily been falling into it grew to a drizzle. Sighing I stood up and searched for another bucket to put there and my heart sank as I realized that I was out of buckets.

As I stood there in minor despair wondering when on earth this was going to stop I realized that I had been in much worse. Afghanistan was a prime example of this: I had to travel three days through the desert with a packet of crackers and three canteens of water with some rebels closing in on me. That had sucked just like this sucked now. Another example was Russia: I was stuck in a cave for thirty six hours with no heat in the middle of the winter while the people on the other side decided to kill me or not. Compared to those this was heaven but still stuck with very little food, no electricity and no one to talk to was driving me crazy.

I was so wrapped up in all these thoughts that I didn't hear the putting of a motor outside my loft, as this new sound finally connected inside my brain I grabbed my gun and walked to the window. I looked out and saw to my shock Fiona making her way up the stairs but the torrent of water falling down the stairs with the wind was making in hard. I scanned the loft quickly and grabbed my last dry sheet before heading over to the door. I opened it and stepped out into the monsoon of water pouring from the sky, I saw Fi's eyes flit up before resuming the struggle to climb the stairs. Instantly I tossed her the sheet and she grabbed hold using it to haul herself up the stairs. We tumbled backwards into the loft together with me landing on my back and her on top of me. "Hey." She said before rolling off of me and taking off her soaking shirt "Do you have anything dry in this place?" she asked as I pulled myself to my feet and grabbed her soaking shirt from her. I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked soaking wet, her hair plastered to her face and back.

"Not really" I said trying to pull my eyes away from her and make an attempt to scan the loft "Everything is damp."

She sighed and climbed up the ladder to the 'second floor' of my loft and started looking through the piles of stuff I had stuck up there to prevent water damage. I heard a triumphant shout and waited as she changed out of her stuff and into a pair of old sweatpants and a gray t-shirt I had lying around. As she climbed back down the stairs I finally asked "How did you get here?"

"The floor above me caved in, or at least the living room did. They told me that it was no longer safe for me to be there and I had to make other accommodations. Lucky for me a kind man offered to take me to where I needed to go."

She walked over and sat down on the bed wrapping herself in the covers trying to get warm. With her being there all the boredom that seemed so ominous minutes ago was gone. I walked over to the bed and sat behind her wrapping my arms around her and letting her lie back onto my body. Her head rested on my chest and I knew she was listening to my heartbeat. It was something she used to do back in Ireland. We would just lay there in silence and she would listen to my heartbeat and I would sleep, until her older brother Craig would come back from the pub in which they would fight and I would feel awkward. "You're thinking about Ireland." She said quietly

I shifted slightly to get more comfortable "How did you know?"

She laughed a little "Your heartbeat sped up."

I smiled "Craig never liked me did he?" I asked suddenly and I felt her tense up slightly as I mentioned her eldest brothers' name.

She rolled over and placed her chin on my chest so she was looking me straight in the eyes "It's not that he didn't like you it's just that he didn't trust you. He never trusted anyone after Claire-" she cut herself short of saying died "He thought you would break my heart and he would never see me again."

There was an uncomfortable silence that neither of us seemed willing to break, finally though I spoke "I loved you, you know that right."

She did respond instead she just rolled back over to I couldn't see her face, her head resting on my chest.

"Fi-" I said almost begging, every time we talked about this she either attacked my or went silent "I didn't want to, you-"

She cut me off "You didn't want to leave me but you did anyway. Not so much as a note?!' she said her voice rising and her Irish accent becoming more prominent in her voice.

"I'm sorry." I said softly, I was not going to tell her why because it would only lead to fighting and in these cramped quarters that was not the best idea.

She remained still and silent for five minutes before rolling over and looking at me her hands tracing a pattern on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her holding her still chilly frame to me and she smiled moving closer up my body so her head was now nestled in the crook of my neck. Eventually our breathing slowed to a steady rhythm and after a while we fell asleep like that.

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When I woke up I realized something was different, I'm not sure if it was the fact that Michael was not in the bed or the fact the raining had lessened. I sat up clutching the blanket to my now naked body and looked around the loft; it was a mess there were buckets of water everywhere along with an old polish textbook and a handful of notes to go along with it. I saw Michael standing at the door evidently talking to somebody. Based on his posture and the lack of a gun in the back of his pants it was no one threatening. I lay back down and waited for a few minutes before Michael turned, closing the door behind him. "Who was that?" I asked

"Coast Guard, they were making sure everything is okay." He said as he carried a box of supplies given to him by the coast guard and set them on the bar.

I got out of bed and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his neck "what did you tell them?" I asked softly

He smiled and responded my kissing my lips, at first it was softly but after I returned the kiss it became more passionate. I walked backwards to the bed and fell onto it and…….

Well, I think you know what happens there ;)

I'm not sure what the inspiration behind this was, but hey just a little bit of Mike/Fi for you. Please Review! Any suggestions are welcome!

AllOverTheWorld

P.S. I'm not sure how accurate I am with the conditions and such so just bear with me and know that it was bad.