Authors note: This scene takes place during Smoke Alarm, between where Mike tells Juan he's done spying for him, and right before Mike goes to Bello's with Chinese and gets stabbed. Gives a little more of a punch to the hospital scene with Mike and Paige later on.

Rated T for sexual situations, but nothing that couldn't be aired on USA.

Paige is having a rough week.

This morning she had been working with the DEA to intercept a drug smuggling operation in the meat packing district. The driver had made a run for it, and Paige had chased him down. The guy had chosen an unfortunate escape route, which had resulted in Paige being covered in pig organs. Needless to say, when she got back to Graceland, a shower was needed.

She now sits in front of the mirror in her room, braiding her freshly clean hair, and swearing to herself she's becoming a vegetarian. A knock shakes her from her thoughts, and she looks up in the mirror to see the reflection of Mike standing in her doorway.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" He asks.

"Are you finally going to tell me what's been going on with you?" She asks pointedly. She's still in a bad mood after this morning, and hasn't forgotten him lying to her yesterday about the broken picture frame.

"Yeah, about that." Mike avoids eye contact like he does whenever they have this conversation. "I can't tell you what was going on, but I wanted you to know, I fixed it. It shouldn't be an issue from now on."

"Great. Whatever that means." She mutters under her breath, unsatisfied with his explanation.

"Look, it's not about you, ok? I promise. I'm trying here." She doesn't say anything in response and he fidgets awkwardly in the doorway. "So are we good?"

"It just doesn't feel like you're letting me in." Paige sighs, slamming down her hairbrush and turning to face him.

"I want to. It's just…"

"Complicated. So you've said." Paige huffs.

"Well, what do you want from me?" Mike asks, finally entering her room, and leaning over her vanity where she sits.

"Anything. Just give me something to work with here, Mike." She looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"Ok. Well…" Mike racks his brain. "When I was a kid, I thought I was superman. It was pretty bad. I tried to jump off the roof. I wore a cape all the time."

"That's it?" She asks unimpressed. "That's nothing, every little boy wants to be a superhero."

"No, Paige. This was like to a really embarrassing age, and I didn't want to be a superhero. I thought I was one."

"What age?" She asks skeptically.

"Too old. Trust me." He blushes, looking away.

"Whatever Mike. If you don't want to let me in and want to be all alone..." Paige stands up and starts to walk away from him.

"Oh God, I'm going to regret this." Mike can't believe he's doing this, but he begins to unbutton his pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" Paige isn't sure what she was expecting from him, but it certainly wasn't this. She hopes he's not about to tell her he has four balls or is a hermaphrodite or something. Some things she'd be ok with not knowing.

"Showing you something no one else knows."

"This is not what I had in mind when I said..." She stops talking and cocks her head to the side quizzically. "You're wearing Batman underwear?"

"Oh, not just Batman. Justice League." Paige walks back over and kneels in front of him, inspecting his underwear more closely.

"Like I said. To an embarrassing age." Mike says, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

"You wear these everyday?" She asks, looking up at him, a huge amused grin spreading across her face all the way to her green eyes.

"No, not everyday… Just, you know, when I need a pick-me-up… Um, Paige if someone walks in right now, this probably wouldn't look good." Mike laughs nervously, recognizing now how inappropriate this was of him to walk into her bedroom and take off his pants. He takes her hand and helps her to her feet.

Mike quickly realizes this was a mistake on his part as it only makes the moment seem more intimate. Now that she's standing at eye level, he notices their lips are mere inches apart, and his pants are still undone. He stares at her shyly, happy that she's smiling at him again. He hates it when they fight.

The silence stretches between them, filled with unsaid things. They're so close, Mike can see his nervous breaths ruffling her hair. Paige is the one who breaks eye contact first, taking half a step back and reaching down to her own pant's waistline. Mike's gaze follows hers down to her hip.

"What? You've got cartoon underwear on too?" He jokes. To his own ears, his voice sounds out of place in the silent moment.

She lowers her already low cut shorts and dips one finger in to pull out a red lacy strap of her thong that she holds out for Mike's inspection. Her eyes come back up to his face but his remain fixed on the thin piece of fabric peaking out from under her jeans.

"That's not quite the same." Mike says, his mouth suddenly dry.

"No, it's not." Paige murmurs. "But you showed me yours."

"You were wearing these the first night I met you." Mike runs his finger under the exposed strip of lace, his other fingers lightly grazing her hip.

"How did you…"

"Another secret about me," Mike whispers, watching her eyes carefully to judge her reaction, "When we first met, I had a small crush on you."

"And now?" She asks, her heart fluttering from his confession and the feel of his fingers skimming her bare skin.

"Now I know it's probably against the rules." He says cautiously, unable to stop fiddling with the lace and finding himself leaning in closer.

"Yeah, probably a bad idea." Paige agrees, staring at Mike's mouth.

"Terrible idea." Mike repeats, taking a deep breath and then closing the distance between them with a kiss.

His hands grip her hips, and her arms come up to wrap around his back. Months of pent up desires are released at once. Completely unwilling to let each other go, the two stumble backwards together in the direction of the bed.

"You don't think this is going to get in the way of the house do you?" Mike gasps as he yanks Paige's oversized sweater over her head.

"Think of it as a team building exercise." She says distractedly, focusing on unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh right. Like a trust fall? We did those at Quantico. This one time-" Mike babbles nervously, helping her shrug off his now unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"No more talking." She orders, pushing him back onto the bed where she wants him.

"Yes Ma'am." Mike gulps, looking up at her and feeling as self-conscious as the first time he met her in that women's bathroom. She straddles his lap, and he wraps his arms around her, tilting his head up to kiss her deeply.

"Do you have a condom?" She asks breathlessly against his lips.

"Shit." Mike swears, burying his head into her neck, trying to calm himself down. If he leaves now, she might come to her senses before he gets back. "No. Not on me. I didn't know I'd need one. I have some in my room."

"No, wait." She dives across his half naked body and opens her nightstand, groping around blindly inside until she comes out with a silver wrapper.

"Last chance." She tells him, holding up the condom for him to take. "You sure you want one more regret?"

"Paige, I could never regret you."

"Top of the class." She rewards him with a kiss, as he closes his fingers around her outstretched hand.