AN: Hope everyone hasn't forgotten about this one. This is the fic that won the poll of which fic you all wanted me to write next. Hope you like it. Cowritten with the lovely RosieColes95. Please let us know what you think. Reviews feed the muses.

Chapter One ~ Dead to Rights

Mike Warren swallowed as he watched his girlfriend bite her bottom lip. Abby looked at him with wounded chocolate eyes. "Is this real?" she queried.

His glance momentarily flickered to the badge in Abby's hands. "Yes," Mike nodded.

Abby took a deep breath, "Is it yours?"

He hung his head. This was bound to happen eventually. Deep down Mike knew Abby would find out, but he didn't want it to be like this. His mind raced trying to think of what he was going to do. He locked eyes with her in hope she would understand; he was telling the truth. "It's mine," Mike confessed.

Her shoulders shagged and her chest fell. "I guess you're not a pilot," she sighed.

"No, I'm not," he admitted, "I can give you a number to call if you want to confirm the badge is mine."

"You lied to me," Abby shook her head. There was none of the anger Mike expected in her voice, just sad realization in its stead. He couldn't tell which was worse.

"I know, I'm sorry," Mike began.

She looked down at the badge she now tapped between her hands. The emblazoned initials FBI seemed to laugh at her. "Who are you, Mike?" Abby inquired.

"You know who I am," he insisted.

"Do I?" she questioned. Tears began to sting her eyes. Abby wiped her face with her fingers.

His ocean eyes watered as well. In that moment Mike hated himself for hurting her like this. "I am still the same guy that held your hand as we walked along the beach that night we met," he answered.

She closed her eyes remembering how he draped his jacket over her shoulders to protect her from the chill the breeze was blowing in. Abby blinked the memory away. "I am such an idiot," she muttered.

"No, you are one of the smartest people I know," he contradicted, "This is my fault- I'm undercover FBI-."

"You could have told me before," Abby cut him off.

"That's just it, Abs, I couldn't," Mike rubbed the back of his neck.

"Don't call me that," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I haven't been allowed to tell you," he restated.

"What do you mean 'allowed'?" Abby's brow furrowed. She tilted her head.

"Can we sit?" Mike requested. He motioned towards the bed. Abby bobbed her head. She couldn't shut off her feelings for Mike. Abby at least owed it to him to let him explain himself. She let him lead the way to his bed. Abby sank down into a seated position on the foot of the bed. Mike sat down beside her. He angled to face Abby. She pivoted to him as well. Their knees brushed against each other's. "I'm sorry for the way you found out the truth about my job," Mike started. Abby had freaked when she saw his gun, but the badge, while it hurt as well, softened that blow. There was a reason behind this- just what she didn't know.

"What about us? I thought you cared about me- was that all a lie too?" she demanded, "What was I to you?"

He shook his head vehemently. "My feelings for you are real," Mike asserted. He licked his lips. "You have been, you are my sanity," Mike took her hands. Abby didn't pull away. He let himself relax at that. "I can be myself with you," Mike continued, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Except you had to lie about your job," she pointed out, "Don't you trust me?"

"This secret is not just about me," Mike said, "There are other people involved in this- other agents. If the wrong people found out about them, they would be killed or worse."

"I won't tell anyone," Abby promised.

"You won't," Mike agreed, "I know that, but these agents they don't know you like I do."

"I know undercover FBI work can be dangerous so please don't think I am minimalizing that at all," Abby said.

"I don't," he replied, "I just wanted you close- I am new to all of this."

"Can't imagine it's easy," she shook her head.

"I'm not even supposed to have you here," Mike said.

"You're not allowed to bring people home?" she inquired, "Is that the rule you said we'd be breaking?"

"Well, you're welcome on the bottom floor- it's against the rules for anyone without a badge to be on this level," he replied.

"Is everyone that lives in this house an undercover agent?" Abby asked.

"I can't tell you that, but this place is a safe house," Mike answered. Abby shoulders relaxed. Yes, Mike had lied, but at least it was for a good reason. "I didn't want to lie to you," he said.

"Would you ever have told me the truth?" she queried, not sure if she wanted the answer.

"Yes," Mike affirmed.

"When?"

"When it was safe," he said.

"When would it have been safe?" Abby pressed.

Mike straightened, "When we got out of California- this is just a temporary assignment." She pursed her lips then nodded her head in understanding. He continued, "I meant what I said at the rock on the beach- I want to go back east. I want to go home. With you."

Abby let his words wash over her. She had kissed him the night they met, even before she knew about his supposed job. Then and there Abby made up her mind. "You want to go home with me?" she said breathlessly. Her brown eyes widened and brightened.

"I don't have any right to ask you to forgive me and you have every right to break up with me," Mike began to ramble.

"I'm not breaking up with you," Abby pronounced.

"What?" he blinked.

"I want to do the opposite," she added.

"Really?" Mike beamed. Abby bobbed her head for confirmation. He chuckled at her turning his own words back to him. "You do realize staying with me means you could be in danger," Mike said, "If the people I'm investigating found out I'm undercover they could target you to get back at me."

"We'll be careful- you're worth it," she assured him. He brought her into his lap. "You're a pretty good guy even if you aren't a pilot," Abby teased.

"Do you still wish I was? A pilot I mean," Mike asked playfully.

"Nah," she crinkled up her nose in jest. Abby brought her face to his. Mike's ocean eyes focused on her red painted lips. She leaned in a breath closer. "Besides," her lips hovered, taunted his as they reached for a kiss, "FBI agents are sexier than pilots." Abby quickly closed the gap between their mouths. Mike drew his hands up her upper arms. His fingers laced in her hair. Tongues caressed, explored until the need for air broke them apart. Still out of breath she kissed down his jaw then began to devour his neck. Things were getting too heated too fast.

"My house mates are going to get home anytime now," Mike cautioned.

Abby pulled back and frowned. "I guess you want to get me out of here before anyone else sees I've been up here," she shrugged.

"Unfortunately," he apologized. Abby sighed. Mike cupped the back of her neck. "It won't be like this forever," he encouraged.

Her face brightened at the thought. She slipped off of him, "Let's go on our date."

"All right," Mike pushed himself to his feet. He looped his arm.

Abby slid hers into the offered opening. "You owe me a drink, Agent Warren," she grinned.

Mike brought Abby to face him. He grabbed her hands. "None of this can leave my room," Mike caught her eyes.

"Of course not," she agreed. Abby would never do anything to jeopardize Mike.

"The fact that you know about my real job needs to stay between you and me," he said.

"Roger, Roger," she winked, "It's our secret."

"Our secret," Mike smiled.

Abby pushed up on her toes. He dipped in and kissed her once more. They smiled at each other when they parted. With a tip of his head Mike led Abby out of his room, down the stairs and out of Graceland.