Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Rating: Ehh... Idk. :D

Disclaimer: -sigh- I don't own them, mannnn.

Summary: Taking the meaning of "wrong place, wrong time" to a whole new level.

A/N: Finals are over and summer is here! Now, while I wait for June 14th like the rest of you, I'll be writing a lot more(hopefully). So here's the last chapter. I hope all of you like it and I can't apologize enough for not updating this sooner. There's really no excuse except for sometimes I can be REALLY lazy and useless. LOL Sorry for any grammar mistakes! Enjoy!

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The club was packed with some of Miami's finest. A fast-paced song played throughout the entire building. It was so loud, people had to nearly scream at each other to talk. A great number of people were dancing in the middle of the club, strobe lights and fog machines everywhere. Michael led her through the bustling crowd with her hand in his. He pulled her along gently, looking back every now and then to find her slightly dancing, then smiled and stopped in front of one of the club's many bars.

"Sam's upstairs in one of the hotel rooms. We tapped into the security feed, so he'll let us know if we have any surprises headed our way."

"Right. So our mystery man comes in, you swoop in and introduce yourself... and... where do I fit into all of this?" Michael, after motioning to the bartender for two drinks, pointed directly to the dance floor. Fiona followed his line of sight and by the time her head swung around to refuse, Michael had already backed away, sipping on his drink with a grin on his face.

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She swayed in the back of the dance floor, keeping her eyes directly on Michael and the guy he was "dealing" with. With her watered down drink still in her hand, she tried to move closer to where Michael was sitting. As she made her way across the dance floor, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her back. She looked back to see who it was and all but rolled her eyes. Not wanting to making a scene with Michael so close to dealing with their mystery man, she continued dancing with the random guy attached to her backside. By now, she was in clear sight and Michael could easily see her.

Suddenly, a voice came through on her headset and she did roll her eyes this time.

"Okay, Fi.. uh... everything looks clear on my end so..." There was a bit of rustling in the background and a feminine sigh could be made out faintly through her earpiece. "I'm gonna... go use the restroom.."

She sighed as the two men in front of her shook hands, but almost froze on the dance floor when both of them turned their heads and pointed.

–

"Hey man, isn't that your girl out on the dance floor?" Michael nodded and leaned back in the chair.

"Yeah, I didn't want her to interrupt us or nothin', so I told her just to go dance and drink until we were done with business," Michael explained in one of his many acquired accents.

"Well I'd say business is done here. I'll give you a call tomorrow, Mr. Preston." Michael nodded, reached forward to shake his hand again, and got up from the couch where he had been dealing and talking with this man for almost an hour. Fiona sighed in relief when she saw Michael was heading to the dance floor.

She turned around and gave the guy behind her a look, then removed his arms from around her waist.

"Playtime's over. Get lost."

She felt another hand on her upper arm and suddenly, she was spun around.

"Ready to get out of here?"

"Actually, there's something I need to take care of first..."

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She led him to the elevator and waited patiently for it to open. She pushed him inside quickly when the doors opened and shoved him against the wall as the doors closed them in. She reached behind her quickly to press the floor's button and then went back to loosening his tie and belt. She dragged her lips across his neck and watched as he gripped the metal handrail that went around the entire elevator.

"Fi..."

"Shut up and follow my lead."

"Wha-" The doors opened and she grabbed his tie, pulling him out of the elevator and down the hallway until they made it to a certain room. She let her hand trail down his chest and let it linger just above his unbuckled belt until she reached into his pocket and grabbed the card to unlock the room.

He took over, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other hand to forcefully push open the door. His lips sought her's out and they met in a heated kiss. His fingers loosened the ties that kept her dress together, but he was stopped by a loud scream that wasn't Fiona's.

The two couples instantly looked at each other, one man in particular growing red in the face, but not from embarrassment.

"Oh, no! Michael! Look what we've done," Fiona exclaimed dramatically, fixing her dress and wrapping her arms around Michael to conceal his loose trousers and opened shirt.

Veronica rolled away from the couple standing in the doorway, picking up her clothes as she ran into the bathroom. Sam pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly. Michael caught onto what was happening and tried his hardest not to smile.

"Oh, Fi. How unfortunate. I guess we just walked in at the wrong time, huh?"

Fiona nodded her head and placed a hand on Michael's chest, pushing him out of the room.

"Sam... we are so sorry. So.. very sorry," she muttered as she closed the door behind her and grabbed Michael's hand once they were alone in the hallway. "My work here is done."

"Home?"

She nodded.

"And lock the damn door this time," Sam yelled out from inside the hotel room.

A/N: Hahaha. I wish I could've made this story a little longer for you guys, but I ran out of ideas. If you guys have any story ideas you'd like to see me write about Fiona and Michael, shoot me a message or something. I need some inspiration. Hahaha. Love all of you and thank you for all the reviews! You guys are the best!