I am officially obsessed with this show. I have watched two whole seasons in three days and I am ready for the new one. Anyways here's chapter three, hope you enjoy!

This City Is On Fire

I officially decided that I hate stake outs. I'd been in this car for two days now, snapping pictures and having a pair of binoculars practically strapped to my face. The heat was unbearable and I had only seen our target once. A drug dealer taking advantage of a woman with ties to a shipping company that could transport his drugs.

I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in my seat, deciding to give up for now and head back to Michael's loft. Slowly I pulled back onto the busy highway and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. I was stopped at a red light when my phone starting chiming loudly with a text message. Picking it up I smiled when Emma's name lit up on the screen.

Working my case, probably be home late.

I frowned at the words, and quickly typed out my reply. She had been working the same case non stop all week and I had barely seen her. Tossing the phone back down I slowed the car and parked on the street just outside the loft. I noticed a sleek black car parked closer and I felt suspicious. It wasn't Sam's unless he got it from another lady friend, and it definitely wasn't Fiona's. I approached the house slowly and felt to make sure I still had my gun.

Carefully I pushed the gate open and stepped inside. Michael stood at the bottom of the steps with Sam and Fiona surrounding him. Two people dressed in black stood in front of them, their backs to me.

By the look on Michael's face I knew they had to either be cops or Feds, so I lifted my hand off my gun and folded them in front of me. I cleared my throat and the visitors turned quickly on their heels to face me. The shock on my face couldn't be concealed as I looked at the girl in front of me. Her long red hair hung straight down her back and her green eyes were wide with fear and shock.

I saw the badge clipped to her hip and anger suddenly bubbled up inside of me. Emma was a cop. The man beside her didn't seem to notice the tension between us and immediately stepped forward with his own badge in his hands.

"Detective David Patterson, Miami PD. This is my partner Emma Stewart. Can I ask who you are?" I stared helplessly at Emma, then at the ground before I finally got the words out.

"Jesse Porter." I spoke directly at Emma and Patterson seemed to notice, as well as Michael. Emma looked up suddenly and turned back to Michael.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Westen, we'll be in touch soon." Her voice held a note of authority in it as her steely gaze locked onto mine one last time before she walked past me with Patterson. He stopped just before walking out and looked back at me for a brief moment.

"I'll have some questions for you next time Mr. Porter. Try to make yourself reachable alright?" I let out the breath I had been holding as they finally disappeared and made myself look at Michael. He knew something was going on and there was no way I could hide it.

"Mike," I tried speaking but he wasn't listening.

"You know her Jesse?" He walked down the last few stairs and gestured to where Emma had just been standing. I thought about lying, but I wasn't an idiot and lying to Michael Westen makes you an idiot.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Michael nodded, clearly thinking about what he wanted to say. He started to speak when Fiona suddenly interrupted him.

"Is that the girl you've been seeing Jesse?" Her tone was soft and gentle, a relief when compared to Michael's voice, tinged with anger and growing louder with every word.

"Yeah, it is." I finally said.

"Oh, that's great. You got yourself involved with a cop right before our biggest job yet." Sam said, speaking for the first time since I had been there. He threw his arms up and started pacing alongside Michael.

"Mike, I know this is bad but I swear I didn't know she was a cop." this seemed to make him angrier as he turned towards me so fast I thought his neck would snap.

"Didn't know? Dammit it Jesse, that should have been the first thing you found out. You've been dating her for what, a month, maybe even more?"

"Michael," Fiona reached out and layed a hand on Michael's arm but he shrugged her off.

"No Fiona, he needs to hear how badly he screwed up." I was staring to get mad but I drew in a deep breath and let him continue.

"What did you think she did Jesse?" hopelessly I looked at the ground then up at Michael again.

"She said legal work and I figured she was a lawyer or something. What were they doing here anyways?" I asked, not bothering to use her name.

"They had some questions about the explosions and gunfire out on sixth street last week." Fiona said quietly. I cursed under my breath, we were caught unless Michael could find a way out of this.

Suddenly Michael laughed dryly and rubbed a hand roughly over his mouth. He was still pacing, stopping in front of me and leaning in until our faces were just inches from one anothers.

"A lawyer? Hate to burst your bubble Jess, but she's not a lawyer. You know how bad this is?" I looked up and met Michael's eyes, surprised when I saw I look of sorrow in them. He breathed deeply then looked me dead in the eye as he spoke.

"You can't see her anymore. This whole thing will be compromised and all of us could end up in jail. We still have to find a way to get rid of Gomez without making them suspicious." I knew he was going to say it but it still didn't seem to stop it from hurting. Suddenly I was angry, angry at Emma for not just saying she was a cop and then I started wondering if she knew who I was. I was sngry at Michael for only thinking about the job and acting like leaving Emma would be easy. In that moment I wondered if our relationship was real or if she had used me. I had told her things about me that I hadn't even told Michael or Fi, or even Maddie.

Ignoring Michael calling my name I ran back to my car and swung the door open. The engine roared to life and I started excelling down the road, ignoring the whine of my engine as I went faster and faster.

I found myself outside of Emma's apartment so quickly I had to do a double take. Knowing she wasn't home I went inside anyways, using the spare key she has given last week.

I looked around at the place I was starting to call home, the place I shared with who I thought was becoming my best friend. My clothes were strewn across her floor and my razor was sitting on the sink in the master bath. A few of my things lined her shelves and if you looked hard enough, you would've thought we were married. A picture of us on our third date hung on the wall in front of the bed and I had the sudden urge to rip it down and launch it across the room.

All around me were reminders of us, the touches and gentle kisses we shared and the words of comfort I would offer when she came home in shambles after a case that seemed to rip her apart. I walked back into the living room and collapsed on the couch, dropping my head in my hands. I noticed they were shaking and mentally told myself I needed to gold myself together.

I went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, coming back to situate myself once more. I turned the tv on and took a swig of the beer. Leaning back I waited patiently for Emma to come home. We would talk, even if I had to beg her to listen.