Thank you to my lovies Tm12Brady & wwechristina for the feedback, support & love! This section was written by my girl Christine! Love you madly! I hope you all love it!

The RKO Incident - Part 2: The Irishman and The Phoenix

As they say at HQ waiting for Kevin to get his stuff together and brief them about Drew's situation, Christine glanced at Sheamus who was doing his usual, getting the surveillance equipment ready. He had all the latest toys to track and find a person missing. He chuckled, quietly mumbling to himself, "I should invent something that Muppet can swallow so I know where he's at." He scratched his head of messy red hair, looking up over his laptop at Christine, winking at her. She only sat back and sighed. There would be time for some makeup loving later on.

They had just reached two years of seeing each other. It wasn't easy. Kevin put them together undercover on a cruise ship to find out who was behind the organization intent on kidnapping Drew. Their cover was a newly married couple. The first few days was going through the motions, Christine holding Sheamus' hand as they walked around started to give her the feels. Feelings she swore off. Feelings she once had when she was that different girl.

Sheamus knew she hurt. He felt it from her touch. How her hazel eyes avoided his. It started to hurt him when he held her, Christine stiffened in his arms. That night, when they split up for the night, Sheamus stood by her door for a bit after they said good night. Christine sat on the bed, shaking. In a way it felt so good when he held her. As tough as the Phoenix was, Christine wasn't. As she still cried, she reached over to her bag, grabbing the dark green shirt she stole from Sheamus after they took a swim in the pool.

Christine slid it on, imagining he was with her in the room. She felt as if she could tell him anything. But Christine knew she'd probably scare him away with her past. No guy wanted to be wrapped up in some crazy nightmare that was her past. It was like she told Drew a while back, that no man would ever want to be with her. She'd rather walk the road alone then hurt someone. Or lose someone she loved again or be betrayed.

Sheamus went back to his room, cursing himself for not staying by her door more. He knew that she was in there crying. He got up, walking to the lower deck. There, facing the moonlight, looking at the quiet ocean, Christine stood. Dressed in his green shirt and a pair of Irish flag jammy pants. Christine didn't have to turn around. She knew he was there.

"Ya ok, Lass?" He said, standing next to her. "Yeah. Just a bad night." "Wanna talk?" He asked. She sighed, "I dunno. I'm tired, Sheamy." "Of what?" "Tired of living this lie. Tired of being afraid." He laughed, "Afraid?! The Phoenix? Afraid? I doubt that..." She hissed, "Yeah well I am!" "I'm...I have lots of fears." "Right..." He rolled his eyes.

"See? You're like everyone else! You, you just think I'm this awesome rock n roll let's fight chick who always has an answer...it's all smoke and mirrors." He asked, "What are ya saying, Lass?" "All you see...this. it's fake." "Nah, it's not. Ya wouldn't be an Angel if it was." "Yeah, well it is. I'm sorry, Sheamus. It's a big silly lie."

Christine walked back to her room, and Sheamus followed. "I'll stay with ya, Lass." He said. "No. It's fine. I'm ok." She went to shut the door when Sheamus held it open with a strong hand. "Please don't do this to yerself. I don't know what yer past is or what yer scared of. I guess what I'm saying is...I'm here. I'll listen."

Christine only shook her head and hung her head. "If yer needing a cry, I got big shoulders." He sat next to her, lacing his fingers with hers. "I think all this stuff ya wear is cool. I heard ya telling Muppet about yer family, these rings, right? How they're with ya." "It's stupid. They're not here. They are buried back in Ohio." "No. They are with ya. It's very noble. Very important." "It's not anything like that?" She cried. "All it is...it's excess baggage that is chained to me like all this shit I wear! A goddamned curse!"

Now she shook. Without saying anything, Sheamus pulled her into his lap, embracing Christine.

"Let me help ya." His voice whispered In her ear. "ya shouldn't be on this journey alone. Rest yer head on me." Christine couldn't help but to snuggle into his chest and neck. The tall burly Irishman was perfect. They fit together like two puzzle pieces lost.

After that night, he stayed with her, holding her when she cried, calming her fears. When she had a nightmare, he soothed her. When she thrashed in a night terror, he made sure she was safe. The last night of the cruise, they had dinner and retreated to the cabin. Both packed up and had their reports ready. They had some info, but couldn't find the mystery person responsible for funding the organization intent to get the title from Drew.

She said, "Our last night... Sheamy." "Uh huh." He stood at the bed, looking at her wearing his dark green shirt. It was open a bit to reveal her curves and bra. "Sheamy, sit..." She patted the spot by her, and he sat down. Christine crawled into his lap, facing him and giving him a kiss. "Thanks for...being you." She said, their foreheads touching. "Ah, Lass. Yer beautiful. I'm glad I was yer fake husband fer two weeks."

Both of them silent. Christine thought how much she'd love it if Sheamus was her husband.

"I'm glad I was your fake wife." She laughed. "And look, ya got another ring outta it." He held her left hand, both of them looking at the diamond and sapphire ring she wore. "It is pretty. You did good." "Ah, blame Lady Christina. Her idea." "Yeah well, she's not getting it back..." That was two years ago. She still occasionally wore the ring. It was their joke.