The phone snapped both of them from a deep sleep.

He was still clearing his head and pointing his gun when Fiona hit her safety and flopped back to the mattress.

"Yours." She muttered. He rubbed his eyes, setting his 9mil on the bedside table and pulled his cell from the pocket of his pants.

"Yeah." He absently folded them, shaking out the wrinkles and smiling remembering just how they came to be in the heap.

"Was the homecoming worth it?" Dan's voice makes his heart stop for a moment, and he wasn't sure why.

"There's no place like home." He replied quickly.

"Listen I've got a job for you."

"Dan." Michael closed his eyes. "I-. We haven't really even talked about-."

"Mike come on. When you get the shit kicked out of you by a horse the first thing you need to do is get back on!" Dan exclaimed merrily.

"I'm not sure that's how that goes." He wandered out onto the balcony.

"Close enough. Listen. It's close to home. Just a little run down of some Vaughn's nearest and dearest. Loose ends on the burn notice. Sound like fun?" He had to admit that it did. "Nothing heavy or overseas until you've gotten your balance. Consider it training wheels."

"What about my team?" He whispered, glancing back at Fiona before closing the door.

"Yeah what ever. Let me know how many guys, specs.. you can have what you need." Dan sighed. "It'll be good to have resources again huh?"

"No." Michael swallowed hard, the moment of truth had arrived. "I need my team." He took a deep breath. "It's all or nothing. I want Sam and Jesse with me."

"That's not a prob-."

" And Fiona."

He waited in silence before Dan let out a long sigh.

"Ah Michael." Westen steeled his jaw and waited. "Do you know how many terrorist watch lists she's on? She's not even a citizen."

"About that." Michael added.

"You want me to grant her citizenship? Look Mike I know you love her and all. I get it she's sexy as hell, but she's a psychopath."

"Watch it Dan." Michael told him playfully. "You're talking about Mrs. Michael Westen."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"You married her?" It was more accusation than question. "With out asking me?"

"Yeah." Michael took a quick breath. "Sorry, family only. Lovely little ceremony at a church around the corner from my mom's. And after what I've been through in the last four years I deserve to have a little wiggle room when it comes to asking for permission don't you think? Yeah." He swallowed hard. "So.. my team or I get a nice little job working security like Lucy."

"Whatever. If you're so sure you can control your wife, she's in. But if she crosses the line once Michael? I'll toss you all out on your asses." Dan relented with a huff. "You're stuck with her."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled, looking back through the glass at Fiona still passed out face down on the bed.

…...

"What do you mean in?"

"I mean in."

"I don't know if you noticed Mikey, but I'm not exactly age of entry. I'm retired remember?"

"Sam you're ten years older than me. Come on! What are you gonna do? Play shuffleboard?"

"What are we talking here? Back to the days of running through mountains with people trying to kill us?"

"How's that different then running through Miami with people trying to kill us?" Fiona pipped up from her spot at the table. "You gonna sit here, eating fish taco's and drinking while Michael and I have all the fun?"

"Why is that supposed to be unappealing again?" He sighed. "I don't know, brother."

"Listen. Do this first gig with me. Tie up the loose ends of what we've been working on since I got back. Then you can decide. In or out." Michael looked at his friend carefully, Sam looked from him to Fiona before nodding and taking a long gulp of beer.

…...

"Where do I sign?" Jesse Porter was a lot easier to convince than Sam Axe.

"You're in?" Fiona's face bobbed up in surprise. Michael tried to hide his grin.

"You know what was waiting for me at the end of my rehab? Desk work. After what I've done this year you really think I want to go back to working behind a desk at CI?"

"I'm afraid until that legs back to normal you'll be pulling desk duty for us too." Sam arched an eyebrow.

"You cannot rain on this parade." Jesse told Sam with a stiff look. "Come on man! When has riding the bench in this little team ever been boring?"

Axe lifted his beer at him.

...

"What I want to know.." Jesse began as Fiona headed back to the car for her sun screen. "Is how you got the misses through."

"Told them it was a package deal. My wife, my team or I was walking away."

"Yeah?" Jesse pulled his eyes from her retreating form and turned his gaze back to Mike.

"She earned it." He swallowed against the sudden tightness of his throat. He'd been doing that a lot lately, thinking about how Fiona had stuck by him while he was in exile. Michael guessed realizing someone would choose death over loosing you makes you do that.

"That she did, Mikey." Sam sighed. "That she did."

"That I did what?" Fiona asked, settling down with her back to her husband and handing him the sunblock.

"Get lucky in the husband department of course." Michael lied somewhat clumsily before rubbing the goopy liquid into her small shoulders.

"I guess." She sighed. "If luck means having to almost get blown to bits before getting a proposal.. then yes."

Michael smirked and Jesse put his drink to his lips to keep from smiling. Sam laughed away.

"What about your mom?" Jesse said suddenly.

"My mom is.." Michael took a deep breath. "My mom is going to Nevada to spend some time with Nate and Trudy-."

"Ruth." Fiona inserted quickly.

"-Ruth. And I promised her we would all meet her their in August for the baby's baptism." Michael flashed a million dollar smile.

"The poor kid hasn't even been born yet and Maddy's already arranging it's social schedule?" Sam muttered.

"I think it's sweet. It's good practice for when Fi starts popping out little Westen's." Jesse raised his eyebrows, ignoring Fiona's death stare. This time Michael had to hide his smile.

"So anyway." Fiona redirected. "I thought Dan was calling with our new case?"

"What are we now? Charlie's Angels?" Sam grumbled.

"If so you have to be Jill because I want to be Kris." Jesse muttered tipping his beer at the older man. "Fi can be Kelly."

"I don't want to be Kelly!" Fiona moaned. "I want to be Sabrina."

"Kelly's the boss." Jesse shrugged. "I thought you'd want to be the boss. Fine. Mike can be Kelly."

"You don't want to be Kelly." Sam shook his head. "Trust me."

"I don't even want to know." Michael said slowly, widening his eyes and shaking his head. "I don't want to know."