For The First Time

A.N: This will be a multiple chapter story written by us and in honour of the wonderful Beejed, who has helped us to heal AND introduced us to Fan Fiction. Hope you like it as well. A special thank you Jedi's Pal for all your advice, support and inspiration, we are very grateful. Love Louise and Thelma (Thelma and Louise, which is what Beejed called us in the hospital, was already taken) At press time we did not hear back from Matt Nix or USA Network so unfortunately we do not own these wonderful characters.

Chapter 1

It was unexpected, so very unexpected. He was meant to approach her, use the incriminating evidence that he had over her not so legal ventures to push her into assisting him in his operation, assistance she would not have given otherwise. He walked up to her. She was in the Black Sand Pub, nursing a Jamison whiskey, her auburn hair hanging in loose curls and wearing a short grey skirt and black tight shirt. He knew from the surveillance photos she was a very good looking woman, but as he approached her, he stopped dead. When she turned to look at him, he realized that no photo could do her justice and he felt his heart skip a beat or two when he looked into her eyes. They were green then blue, flashing and changing like a kaleidoscope. The colour reminded him of the Irish Sea. They sparkled with an amusement, a secret joke that only she knew, and a confidence that was refreshing and frightening at the same time.

The operation was momentarily forgotten, his approach abandoned and he said in a lilting Irish accent (the one thing he did remember) the only thing on his mind. "Excuse me, would you care to dance?"

The eyes that had mesmerized him looked at him curiously. The green-blue shimmered even more, a bemused smirk appearing as quickly as the snub nosed revolver that was now pointed at his chest.

Determined that he would not fail in his mission to come in closer contact, a mission that had nothing to do with his CIA operation, he smiled and said "I assume that means yes."

The revolver was tucked away, her eyes still glistening with a mixture of interest and something else he could not place. She nodded and allowed him to take her arm and lead her to the dance floor.

They danced close together, her small size fitting perfectly into his arms. "Well you are a fine dancer, and who might you be" she asked with a lilt and a smile that burned through him.

Still lost in her gaze, he said "My name is Michael, Michael McBride".

She smiled and continued to hold him close, tucking her head in the hollow of his shoulder. "Nice to meet you Michael McBride, I think I' m going to enjoy getting to know ya"

He sighed and held her tighter and for the first time in his life, Michael Westen felt pure and unadulterated happiness.

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