"I know your trained to pick up and leave in thirty minutes or less but" she said as she walked away from the last packed box.

"It's not easy for everyone." He said it the accent that had first drawn her to him, totally Irish but with something different that pulled her to him, it seemed like a millennia ago. She knew exactly what he was referring to, that time six years ago, that time that still felt like yesterday, the time that was always in the back of her mind, serving as a reminder not to get to close.

New York 2007.

It was the perfect get away for Fiona and after the events of the past years she needed to get lost in the tourism. She spent the first week spending money on anything and everything that caught her fancy in the stores. After drowning herself in clothing she moved on to Broadway and with a different show every night that occupied her for two weeks. Three weeks into her vacation she decided took her first job: the middle woman for an arms deal just outside the city limits.

After that New York had a whole different spin for her. By night she did arms deals mostly, started making a name for her and by day she did side jobs for people that needed help. She got a strange satisfaction from helping people out with their problems…plus it was a reason to explode things and if the situation asked for it…shoot people.

It was a Friday and she was currently in a free zone, she had no shipments coming and no clients to help, so he decided it was time to splurge a little. She was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a form fitting white tank top along with a new pair of wedges she had bought last week. Walking out of her apartment she hailed a taxi and directed it to Times Square.

Half an hour later she was cursing the idiotic drivers of the American roads. Traffic was a b*tch on Friday evenings but at least she paid by the mile and not by the minute. Suddenly her phone went off. This aws not unusual because she was building up a reputation for helping people but this was different. This phone was not a number she gave out to anyone. In fact, she was pretty sure the only person who still had this phone was…him.

After a moment of digging in her purse she pulled out the phone. She stared at it for a second. She had kept it all these years hoping for this moment and now that it had come she wasn't sure if what to do "Hello." She said

The woman on the other end of the line sounded hysterical "Hello! Are you" there was a brief pause "Fiona Glenanne?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I am at a hotel in Miami. A man was dumped here and you are listed as his emergency contact. His ID says he is Michael Westin."

Her heart froze and the taxi cab she was in seemed a million miles away "What?" she whispered, after all these years she was still his emergency contact?

"You are his emergency contact and you need to get to Miami now!" her voice was more urgent every time she spoke.

"Is he dying?" she asked not sure if she wanted the answer.

"I don't think so he is just unconscious but he has been for a while. You need to get here."

Fiona took a deep breath, this was it. She could continue on to Times Square or go to the airport book a rushed flight to Miami and see Michael "Driver, take me to the airport." She said suddenly. Fiona had been waiting for this moment for six years and now she was hours away from a reunion with the man who had lied to her, loved her then left her. It was going to be interesting.

Ireland 2001

If Fiona had to choose one emotion that was currently swarming around her like some bees it would be anger. She was angry. She was angry at him for fooling her in the first place with that stupid accent. She was angry at herself for falling for him. She was angry that she had thought it would ever work. She was angry that he had left her with no note, no explanation. He had just hopped up and left in the middle of the night, like the spying bastard he was. She was angry that she had allowed herself to get too close. However most of all she was angry that he had been able to just up and leave from this life they had shared, like none of it had mattered to him.

Fiona tried to purge herself of his memory but it wouldn't work. Every time she closed her eyes his handsome face with his dark brown hair and matching dark eyes popped into her mind like an annoying bug she couldn't swat away. She remembered the feel of his hand as he traced small circles on her back when she was sick. Even more prominent was the sound of his breath, quite and even on the nights when nightmares of Claire's death kept her awake. She remembered the gun he had given her in Germany, it had only been a month or so ago but it seemed like an eternity.

Had he been giving it to her as a parting present? As she thought back on the past weeks it seemed like every moment they shared had been part of some sign that he was leaving, a sign she had missed. Had she been that oblivious? Had she really allowed herself to get that carried away in his world that she missed all the signs? Examples rushed forward eager to prove how stupid she had been, and even worse was that she couldn't stop them. Each memory was like a dagger, ice cold and merciless, as it stabbed through her already broken heart.

The warm water pounding her back felt amazingly comforting but could do nothing to stop the memories from coming and going. As she rinsed the last of the apple scented conditioner from her hair she realized it had been his favorite, she almost rinsed it out and used the mango one instead but it would be a waste of time. Stepping out of the shower she wrapped her hair in a pale green towel and then wrapped her body in a towel of a similar color. She began to rub the towel up and down her legs, drying them as quickly as possible, when suddenly there was a knock on her apartment door and her heart leapt. He had come back! He hadn't actually left her! Granted there would be a lot of explaining to do but in the end she would forgive him for leaving her without notice and seemingly without cause.

Fiona attempted to dress as quickly as possible but her jeans stuck to her still wet legs and it took a good minute to pull them all the way up. As she slipped the form fitting tank top over her dripping hair she decided she would deal with that later. Running out of her bathroom she was about to reach the door when there was a crash and a loud thump. Instinctively Fiona reached for the gun she had tucked in her jeans. Holding it out she approached the door only to be met with a gun in her face "Connor?" she said putting the gun away "What did you do to my door?" she nearly shouted, all other emotions currently lost as she looked down at her door. It was lying on the floor in two pieces.

Connor looked away sheepishly as Rory, Keenan , Riley and Sean all stepped over the door and into her apartment "And you brought the entire family?" she asked "Jesus Connor."

"Look, I'm sorry about your door but we needed to know you were alright." Connor started but Fi interrupted

"Well I'm just cheery so why don't you five go and get me a new door now that you know I'm all safe and sound." She glared at all of them.

Connor took a step towards Fiona and crossed his arms "Fiona, you haven't talked to any of us in three days and I'm pretty sure the recent explosions probably have something to do with you." Before she could use her usual lie her continued "And considering they were in a remote field I'm pretty sure you were letting off steam rather than actually doing business."

"I was checking out some prototypes for a compound." She lied quickly

"They were all C4 detonated." Rory said from the side

Fiona turned on him "Have you been following me around or something? I'm not six, I can handle myself."

"Where's McBride?" Connor asked

Fiona paused, this is what they had come for, they hadn't trusted Michael from the moment they had meant him "Working." She said, it was the truth but not the whole truth. For some reason Fiona couldn't give them the blood they were looking for, she couldn't tell them what Michael had done to her, to them.

"Where?" he persisted

"Why?" she asked, deflecting

"Just answer the question." He said smoothly

"I don't know." She admitted

"So he didn't tell you or he just left?"

"Why are you interrogating me?" Fiona retorted

"Because none of us have seen you this angry since" he paused "Since Claire died. We just want to make sure you're alright."

The jab about Claire stirred more emotions than she cared to deal with at the current time so she played it off "Well, as I said before, I'm just perfect. So buzz off and get me a new door before Caitlyn's damn cats wander in here."

Connor sighed, not believing a word of what his youngest sibling said "If you say so."

Fiona glared after her five older brothers and watched as Sean attempted to place the door back in its frame "Just leave it." Fiona said, out of all over her brothers she and Sean had been the closest. He had been there when Claire had been murdered and he had been there when O' Neal had sworn revenge after she sent him a box of squirt guns instead of the shipment he was expecting. Out of all of her brothers, Sean had been the only one to trust Michael.

Sighing Fiona fought back the tears that had unexpectedly sprung to her eyes after her brother's left her apartment. Still holding the gun she walked over the fridge and pulled it open to see, nothing. So he had abandoned her and taken her food? Now that an unplanned grocery trip was in her future the sudden desire to get out of her own home consumed her, she desired to leave the place so filled with memories.

However all wishes had to be put on hold until Connor came back and fixed her door. This posed a problem because she knew that he would corner her into telling him everything and she wasn't ready for emotional rollercoaster yet. Right now she needed to blow something up but considering that that also required leaving her apartment she resigned herself to playing Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty on the PS2 she had received from her brothers as part of her birthday present. While it wasn't as good as actually blowing things up and shooting people, it managed to tame some of the fury welling up inside her. Behind the fury was hurt, the kind of hurt you only feel when betrayed by someone you trust and (not that she would admit it now) love.

Here is the general idea behind this story:

I am saying that roughly six years passed between the date Michael left Fi and the day she got the call from the hotel in Miami. Depending on the amount of feedback I get I may or may not be telling you what went on during those six years.

I plan to alternate between Fiona's POV and Michael's POV every other chapter, along with some flashbacks to the good ol' days thrown in.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think about this. I have a few more chapters already written but if I decide to continue the story I am going to get more written before I post again.

Thanks,

AllOverTheWorld

P.S. Thoughts on the season finale?

Hey! So first of all thanks for reading the first chapter, tell me what you think with a …REVIEW! Also, a bit of what I hope this story to be about. Everyone writes tidbits about what happened during those years when Michael and Fi were apart