Author's Note: Yes, I know I shouldn't start new stories while I'm still trying to finish two old ones, but sometimes you sit down to write and can't help what comes out of your fingers.

Mike shrugs off the attention of the nurse who's trying to bandage his black eye. Ripping off the bowtie on his neck and pulling at the collar of his tux, he storms down the hall. Police officers and staff jump out of his way as passes through the narrow quarters. When he finally reaches his destination, he throws open the door and bursts into the small interrogation room.

"We need to talk!" He yells, letting the door slam behind him.

For a moment Mike almost forgets his anger. There in the small room, flooded by light, stood Paige in a gorgeous white dress, her blonde hair perfectly styled and flowing down her shoulders. She is startled by his entrance, and turns around from the desk she's leaning over to stare at him with smoky green eyes. It nearly took his breath away from how perfect she looked.

"Hi." She says cheekily. Seeing his face, concern washes over her and she walks over to him, seeming oblivious to his rigid stance shaking with anger. "Your eye. Poor you. He really got you didn't he?"

Mike brushes her gentle hand away from his temple and continues to glare down at her. He wishes she would show just a little more emotion over how the day had turned out. She seems remarkably blasé about the whole incident and he is so angry he can't speak.

"What's wrong?" She asks, looking up at him confused.

"Things didn't go exactly to plan there did it?!" Mike growls between gritted teeth.

"What are you talking about? We just arrested the most notorious drug lord on the west coast. We've got enough dirt on Sebastian Conseco to put him away for life. He was about to flee the country, hell he'd already left, and we still got him. We had no casualties and we proved how well Graceland can work together with interdepartmental cooperation." Paige is still elated from today's victory. "This was a damn good day."

"Right, except for that one small detail you're leaving out…"

"Look, I'm sorry you got punched in the face, but you kind of asked for it." Paige tries not to laugh at the ridiculous pout on Mike's face. "Plus, the black eye's kind of hot. It makes you look tough. Sexy..."

Paige leans in flirtatiously, letting her fingers trail down his jawline to his neck, making him shiver. He is not in the mood for her teasing though. He finds his willpower and steps away from her. He is not going to let her change the subject by distracting him.

"Ok Mike, what's up?" She asks, rolling her eyes. She doesn't understand how he can be in a bad mood at a time like this. There were years of work behind this victory. They'd probably all get medals of honor.

"You know if we hadn't arrested Conseco, right now we'd be at the reception." He says softly, looking down at the paperwork on the desk and not at her.

"And that upsets you because you really wanted to eat prime rib and do the YMCA?" She asks glibly, crossing her arms over her chest. He is making way too big of a deal about this.

"You know damn well why that upsets me!" Mike growls.

"No, I really don't. Today was a good day, Mike. Don't ruin it." Paige pushes herself up to a sitting position on the desk, preparing herself for what she's sure is going to be a long fight.

"Today was your goddamn wedding day!" Mike yells at her. "You're sitting there in the dress, acting like nothing's wrong!"

"Because nothing is wrong! Look, the guy had already fled the country and we found a way to get him back. We won. Let's celebrate." Paige begs. Sometimes she wishes Mike would be a little more easy going and not freak out about every detail. He takes everything so seriously. He's going to give himself a heart attack before forty.

"The plan was to arrest him BEFORE you two entered the church! Not afterwards." Mike runs a frustrated hand through his hair, once again replaying the day in his mind in disbelief. He can't believe it all went so wrong. He still is trying to find a way he could have stopped it from happening.

"Yes, and despite some delays that required a quick reshuffling of plans, we still managed to arrest him." Paige is starting to get annoyed at Mike's negative attitude. "Even with your incredible act of stupidity."

"MY stupidity?! You think I'm the dumb one here?" Mike can't believe after what she did that she could say this. Was he the only sane person left in the world?

"You objected! No one ever actually objects when they say 'speak now or forever hold your peace'. It is a complete formality! You especially don't object in the middle of a wedding where there's about fifty armed mobsters! You're lucky you didn't get shot!" Paige's good mood is swiftly evaporating as Mike seems intent to pick a fight. She was willing to let his reckless behavior slide because it had all turned out ok, but if he was going to bring up minor details so was she.

"Of course I objected to you marrying a drug lord! The real question is why didn't you?" Mike screams.

"Because I'm a professional and I get the job done." Paige is starting to get angry.

"We're not talking about you flirting with a bouncer to grant you access to a club, Paige. We're talking about you getting married to the drug king of Cuba!"

"See you said you were fine that night and I knew you weren't ok with that!" Paige feels a brief moment of satisfaction for being right. He had claimed that he didn't mind that she had hit on the bouncer to get in, but he'd been pissy the whole week afterwards. Now he finally admitted it. The gratification is short lived however, because she knows that she's going to have to put up with a pissy Mike all week. Lot's of long runs, and the silent treatment peppered with sarcastic comments. "Here we go again... Mike, it's just part of the job."

"Yes, and so are the lies."

"I don't lie to you." Paige insists immediately. It's not like Mike has room to talk, he only lied to her and the whole house for the first several months he lived there.

"Oh yeah? How did Conseco get back into the country, Paige? Isn't it a little convenient that you go to Tijuana for a weekend, don't take your phone and come back with this on your finger?!" Mike grabs her left hand roughly, holding up the huge diamond on it to the light.

"I told you. I didn't sleep with him." Paige yanks her hand away from Mike's grasp. "Why don't you trust me?"

"Because this is what you do, Paige! You make men blind. They fall in love with you and they can't see the lies. Look at Conseco. He's going to spend the rest of his life behind bars all because he couldn't resist coming back for you." Mike says harshly. "How do I know that you're not playing me too?"

"Playing you for what exactly? You think I'm fucking you to get out of chores?!" Paige laughs sardonically, "What does dating you possibly offer me other than trouble?"

"Oh we'll that's real nice. If that's the way you feel, I'll stop inconveniencing you." Mike says pulling away, and Paige realizes how harsh her words came out.

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded, and you know it! Mike, I am risking everything to be with you. We both know our lives would be easier if we weren't together." Paige presses up against him and brings her hand to his cheek trying to force him to look at her. "I'm here willingly, because I would gladly risk everything for you. I love you Mike, no matter how I try to fight it. I do."

"It's all lies! I don't even know who you are." Mike insists. He is so tired of having this fight with her. This was the very first fight they had in the kitchen about Abby, and over a year later they're still having it. Mike will never get used to the lying in Graceland. Especially not when it concerns Paige.

"I'm your girlfriend." She reminds him firmly.

"Yeah? Well now you're Conseco's wife!" Mike spits harshly at her.

"So what? They're mutually exclusive?" Paige asks.

"Kind of! Yeah!." Mike yells back. "Don't give me that, 'Mike's a prude' smirk. This is not me overreacting."

"There's a difference. Conseco is the job. I have to do this or people get hurt. You are my choice. I choose you Mike." She presses up against him speaking softly, trying to calm him down. She presses soft kisses along his jawline, from his ear down his neck, nuzzling him affectionately, trying to make his firm stance melt into her. She promises softly, "He doesn't matter."

"I want to believe you." Mike closes his eyes at the familiar feeling of her lips. He just can't let go of the anger inside him.

"Then why don't you?" She murmurs into his neck.

"Because in that church, you said the same thing about me. When I objected you told Conseco that I didn't matter. That I had a foolish crush on you, and it would be crueler to make me watch you get married than shoot me."

"I was saving your life you idiot. You objected. What was I supposed to do? Watch you die?" Paige pulls back away from him to stare up at him in disbelief. How could Mike really hold that against her?

"You should have just let them shoot me!" Mike's heart feels like it's breaking all over again at the image of her kissing another man on that alter.

"I really think you're being a bit melodramatic here." Paige rolls her eyes, "Look it all worked out ok? He's behind bars, no one's shot, and I'm here with you."

"You're married."

"Yes. To a man I don't love, who's going to serve consecutive life sentences in a federal prison." Paige whispers wrapping around him as he turns away from her, "When we started this, you promised you would be fine with it. You swore you wouldn't get jealous. Mike, you know what my job entails. I don't enjoy this part, but even on my worst days I have you to come home to."

She kisses the back of his neck, her body pressed up closely to his back, her hands skimming over his chest, and Mike's body predictably starts to melt under her attention. It would be so easy for Mike to give in, and make love to her in this small room. They've done it dozens of times before. It's like she's conditioned his body to expect sex after every completed mission they have together. No matter how tired or torn up he is from a day in the field, it's his way of assuring himself that she's safe. That she's alive in his arms.

"Paige..." Mike wants to believe her, but she's so good at the lies.

He loves her but he can't deal with the jealousy that's eating him inside. Every time she leaves for the night, he's plagued by thoughts of who she's with and what she's doing. The times he's under with her are even worse, because then he sees how she smiles at other men, the way she flirts and laughs and sways.

She works her way around him so when she kisses his lips, he's lost in her. She's like his version of heroin, shooting through his veins. Her lips getting him high, making nothing else seem important. She runs her fingers through his hair and he grips her waist possessively.

Her kisses seem to calm him, and he feels the anger draining. She's here with him right now in this moment, and that has to be enough for Mike. Any day he might lose her. To another man, to death, to the lies. All sacrifices that Graceland requires. But right now she's here with him.

She feels him melting into her kiss as he pushes her back up against the desk they've made love on so many times before, returning her kisses.

"Come here." She murmurs, pulling him closer. She lets out a soft moan as he pushes her back to the table, feeling the familiar heat of him burning her skin and teases him playfully, "So you ever have sex with a married woman?"

Mike immediately turns ice cold.

"You're unbelievable." Mike grumbles, as he swiftly pulls away from her and turns on his heal, storming out of the room.

"Come on it'll be hot! I can keep the dress on." Paige calls after him laughing. "It'll be like you're my dirty pool boy! You can call me Mrs. Conseco!"

The door slams behind him, and Paige rolls her eyes. He's so sensitive sometimes. She hopes the run home calms him down a bit. She is not looking forward to dealing with a cranky Mike when she gets home. With a sigh, she adjusts her dress, bringing herself to terms with the fact that she is not getting any right now so she may as well get some paperwork done.