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His cover blown, Michael turned tail and ran. A good spy knows a last stand is something people only enjoy on the movie screen.
Running across the tiled restaurant floor, Michael dodged the kitchen knife thrown at his back. But then his foot slipped on about a quart of hot sauce that someone had spilled all over the tiles.
Michael landed on his butt. Hard.
A young Latino man in a black apron came around the corner, pushing a freshly filled mop bucket in front of him. “Hey man, you alright?”
“Get out of here Jose,” growled the white thug as he pulled his gun out of the back of his pants. His two largely muscular men stood behind him with crossed arms.
The young dishwasher turned on squeaky shoes and pushed his mop bucket back through the swinging kitchen doors.
Michael’s pursuer walked over to the man sprawled on the floor and cocked back his gun. “You’re gonna tell me who you really are or I blow your head off at the count of three.”
“Back away from him or I blow your head off,” a feminine voice growled.
On the floor, Michael closed his eyes and smiled at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. It was distracting from the intense pain he wasn’t quite able to remove himself from.
“I said,” Fiona cocked the gun up higher, “back away from him now.”
“I’d do what the lady says,” Michael grunted.
“Boss, she has a machine gun.”
The lead thug gave Fiona another cursory glance and lowered his gun away from Michael’s head. He took a few steps back.
“Can you get on your feet?” Fiona looked down at Michael.
Michael grunted and stiffly stood up. He took a wobbly step past her. His teeth gritted.
Fiona walked backwards in time with Michael, keeping her very large gun aimed at the very large men. Steroids probably, she thought.
When they backed out of the restaurant doors, Fi lowered the gun and opened the door to the waiting Charger. Sam was driving.
Michael wanted to scream when he sat down in the passenger seat but he held it in. Barely.
“Mike, you alright? You’re looking a bit green-”
“For goodness sake, drive Sam!” Fiona yelled as she laid down covering fire through the back window at the restaurant.
“Alright, I’m going!” Sam pushed his foot against the gas and they tore down the street. Leaving the smell of burnt rubber.
“You gonna pay for new tires Sam?” Michael quipped. He’ll think I’m okay if I’m joking.
Oh, he thinks I won’t worry if he’s joking, Sam thought. He decided to play along though until they got to safety. “Might need to pick up a new gal pal to pay for it but sure Mikey.”
Michael grinned through the pain at his suave friend.
Back at the Loft, Sam and Fi looked at each other as Michael slowly walked up the stairs.
“Michael, you gonna tell us where you’re injured or are you gonna keep hiding it like a cat?” Fiona asked.
“I’m fine,” Michael let loose a small groan of pain as he leaned into his fridge for a yogurt.
“Buddy, I don’t know what happened in there but you’re clearly injured.” Sam, and Fiona, had been back up in the Charger while Michael was undercover. Fiona had barged in with her gun the moment she’d heard things start to go bad through the coms.
“I just fell. Slipped on some hot sauce. I’ll be alright.”
“Did you hurt your back?” Fiona laid one gentle hand on Michael’s shoulder blades.
Michael let out a sigh as he ripped open the yogurt cup and stabbed it with a spoon angrily. “I’ll show you if Sam leaves.”
“Whatever Fi has seen I’ve seen before-” Sam flinched as Fiona shot him a death glare. He was honestly surprised it hadn’t killed him. “Alright, alright I’m going. Text me later Mikey.”
Michael set to eating his large yogurt cup while remaining standing.
Fiona was texting on her phone.
Michael got a second flavor out of the fridge and ate that too. It was just as he was throwing it away in the trash can, luckily the lid was open so he could toss it and not walk, when there was a knock on the door.
Fiona dashed off to answer it before Michael could even ask.
When Campbell, Fiona’s ex who happened to be an EMT, strode through, Michael crossed his arms. “I don’t need medical attention.”
“Clearly, you do.” Fiona stood there glaring at him. Arms also crossed.
“Uh, Fi said you’d fallen and been injured…” Campbell let his words fall off. Michael and Fiona were dangerous people. But they were still people. And people with traumatic backgrounds like this group of vigilantes he’d gotten to know struggled with being vulnerable. He’d seen it on many calls with regular non-spy folks.
“Michael. Here’s the deal.”
Michael broke off his glaring contest to look at the friendly EMT. Aside from the time he dated Fiona, Michael liked the guy.
“You let me examine you. Five minutes tops. Then I’ll leave. Fiona can go grab you some real food because I’m sure you don’t have any in that fridge.”
Michael had to smile at that. It was true. During a job they ate out a lot. No time for cooking when you had to jump in the car at a moment’s notice. “Okay.”
Fiona grabbed her keys with a huff but she left.
Michael stiffly walked towards the bed.
“Woah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that stiffly.”
Michael’s eyes flashed but softened as he gazed at Campbell’s. They were just so soft and empathetic. He couldn’t bring it in him to dislike the guy with the big heart.
“Here, sit down,” Campbell pulled a chair closer to Michael.
“I can’t sit down.”
“Oh.” Campbell let go of the chair. “Think you could lie down on the bed?”
Michael nodded and continued his painful walk to the bed. He flopped down onto his stomach.
“I’m just gonna run my hands over you. Let me know if anything is extra tender okay?”
“Fine.”
Campbell started at the back of Michael’s head. Checking for injuries. His hands gently moved along Michael’s spine. As they neared his tailbone, Michael’s breathing tightened.
Campbell stopped. “It’s your tailbone you landed on ain’t it?”
“Maybe,” Michael said.
“You should probably get an X-ray. See if it’s bruised or broken.”
“Would you be able to tell?” Michael turned his head back to look at the man sitting on the bed next to him.
“Alright.” Campbell touched the hurt area and Michael drove his head into the mattress, biting it.
“The tailbone is actually four little bones. None of em feel out of place. You’re probably just badly bruised.”
Michael let out a sigh.
“You should be glad it’s not dislocated.”
Michael turned to look up at Campbell. The man had a knowing, joking smile. “Why?”
Campbell’s face turned a bit red as he stared at the patient’s blue eyes. “You uh, move it in place by touching it from the inside and the outside.”
Michael’s brow wrinkled then he started laughing at the image in his mind of Fiona walking back into the Loft to find Campbell with his fingers up Michael’s ass trying to move his tail bones back into place.
That would be one way to get her back for trying to make me jealous with him years ago.
“Since we don’t have to do that and your fingers are clean, want to stay for dinner? Fi always buys too much.”
Campbell began putting his med kit back together on the bed. “Sure. I never say no to free food.”
“And could you-” Michael quit halfway through the lump in his throat. He hated asking for help.
Campbell just waited quietly, giving Michael space to talk.
“Could you help me take a quick shower?” While Fi would help Michael if he asked, she’d only worry. Since things usually had to be really bad before he’d do that. Like asking her to bring a bunch of C4 bad. “I don’t want to risk falling.”
“Sure thing. As your not-doctor, I advise against any bending over anyways.” Campbell closed up his case, all the medical supplies packed away again.
Campbell ended up taking his shirt off so it didn’t get wet as he leaned over the shower tub to scrub at Michael’s lower legs with a soft cloth.
Michael had insisted, with a slight blush, that his underwear stay on when Campbell had helped him undress on the bed, pulling off his socks one by one then his pants. He wasn’t sure why he cared. He and Sam and Jesse had taken emergency outdoor showers together before. Entirely naked. It just felt different with Campbell for some niggling reason.
Campbell of course had just smiled and said “Alright.”
The sound of the front door opening with the whirlwind that was Fiona made Michael’s closed eyes jump open.
The hot water had felt good against his sore body. Campbell had a gentle touch too. Michael tried not to focus on that.
“I leave you guys alone and you’re taking a shower without me?”
“I’m not technically showering,” said Campbell with a smile as he gazed at Fiona who was leaning in the red bathroom doorway.
“And I’m not even naked,” blurted out Michael.
Fiona looked at the mostly naked Michael and the shirtless Campbell. “Close enough for me to enjoy the view,” she smirked.
Fiona then yanked off the dress she was wearing, tossing it to the floor. She now matched Michael with just underwear on. Since she never wore a bra.
Campbell focused his eyes on the floor as Fiona stepped over the tub into the shower with Michael. He stood up and made as if to leave now that Fi was there to help Michael get the rest of the way cleaned up.
“You gonna join us?” she tapped Campbell’s shoulder. “I think Michael is into it already.”
Michael put his hands in front of the part of himself that had gotten kinda excited at Fi accusing him of showering with Campbell.
“I don’t think he’s medically cleared for any of that,” Campbell said. Which wasn’t a no.
Fiona tilted her head to the side and looked at Michael. “I think maybe he could just watch. Spies are good at that.”
Campbell stood up and slowly removed the rest of his clothing. As he stepped into the shower, he pulled the curtain that had been open for access to Michael closed behind him.
Curtain closed, Fiona turned the water onto a fuller blast.
“Okay boys. Let’s have some fun.”
Sam got worried when neither Fiona or Mikey answered his texts. So he drove back to the Loft and used his key to unlock the door.
He got a few steps in before he saw the tangle of three naked bodies sleeping on the bed. Or semi naked, Michael never slept naked which Sam couldn’t understand. You need to let the boys breathe, you know.
“Oh.” Sam smiled and turned right back around.
Mikey would be fine. He had a guerilla fighter and EMT to look after him and his injuries.