Hello! Sorry, but this chapter is going to be a short one. I didn't want to mix to much action into one chapter anyway, so i thought it might be okay. Thank you all you people for reading, please comment, favorite, and follow! 1 more episode until Burn Notice is over forever! And it airs tonight! Unfortunately, I'm unable to watch it until tomorrow! :( So please, if you see it before September 14, please do not write any spoilers in the comments. Thank you! :) :) :)
Michael opens his eyes to see a beautiful woman staring at him. He jumps back and puts his hand on the bedside table drawer, where his gun is held. But then the events of the night come back at him, and he smiles.
"Sorry. Ye startled me." He says, faking his irish accent. He immediately feels guilty. I should be telling her who I am. I'm lying to her. He thinks.
"Thats alright." Fiona replies, smiling at him. He then moves closer to her in the bed and she rests her head on his shoulder as he puts his arm around her neck. He lays there for a moment, then he suddenly sits up abruptly. Work! He thinks frantically. He glances at the time, which reads 9:30. He has just 15 minutes by the he has to be at the CIA base! He jumps out of the bed and quickly puts on his pants. Fiona looks up at him, confused.
"Where are you going?" She asks sleepily.
"I...I have to go to work." He says. He is disappointed that he has to leave her, but glad that at least for once he didn't have to lie to her.
"Work..." She mumbles as if trying to process what the word meant. Michael looks at her concerned. Then all of the sudden her hazel eyes widen. She then sits up quickly, frantically grabbing her shirt and throwing it over her head. Michael half smirks at her. She is so cute, He thinks chuckling.
"Hey! What are ye laughing at?" Fiona asks pretending to be mad as she throws her hair into a high messy bun, her messy bangs hanging just above her perfectly rounded eyebrows.
"Nothing." Michael replies, still chuckling as he grabs his work shoe and attempts to quickly tie it on. Fiona sticks out her tongue at him and Michael laughs harder as they both frantically throw on their clothes. Michael turns his back to Fiona and discreetly sticks his gun from the beside drawer in his pants waist. Little does he know on the other side, Fiona has her back to him as she grabs her gun and puts it in her pants waist. As Michael grabs his duffle bag full of supplies, Fiona runs out his apartment room giggling and calling out, "FIRST!".
Michael chuckles and races after her, his duffle swinging over his shoulder as he quickly locks the door behind him. He runs as fast as he can after her, and he slowly begins to catch up as they run down stairs and through halls to get to the bottom floor of the building. He is having so much fun that he doesn't even process how fast she is actually running, which is at least 3 times faster than the average female. After about 5 staircases, 3 emergency exits, and 10 deserted hallways, he finally catches up to her. She giggles and tries to pump her legs to go harder, but she is almost out of breath.
"Good, but not good enough!" Michael teases as he passes her. This most have infuriated her, because she runs so fast Michael almost doesn't even see her pass him. As they near a staircase, Fiona skids on the floor and falls back, panting between giggles. Michael nearly runs into her, but he slips too and falls down, laughing. After a minute, they collect themselves and the silliness wears off. Michael leans into her, and at the exact same moment, she leans in, too. They kiss romantically for a second, but then pull away, reality starting to drift in again. Fiona stands up, and Michael does the same.
"Uh, work." Michael says, slightly embarrassed.
"Ah, me too." Fiona says, feeling the same way. Michael grabs his duffle and Fiona readjusts her gun that was digging into her side.
"Well, I'll cya." Fiona says, smiling a sweet small smile.
"You to." Michael replies, also smiling kindly. Then they both then head off in opposite directions, neither of them wanting to go.