Subject:  Ahh....very nice sweet HR moment ! Thank You and I looking forward to more :) |
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Date Posted: 21:04:32 03/08/01 Thu
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Asrai
's message, "Mirage - 11" on 05:23:10 03/07/01 Wed
>Mirage - 11
>
>When Michael got home this evening, it was late- even
>for him. His car watch showed 2.14 a.m. when he
>finally got out of the car and took the elevator to
>the apartment. Nikita would probably be asleep; it had
>been a hard day for her, too. He missed her. Having a
>recruit changed her schedule and she hadn’t come to
>see him today. Only one day without seeing her and he
>already missed her. Talk about weaknesses.
>
>As he opened the door, he couldn’t have wished for a
>more beautiful sight; his wife, still fully dressed,
>soundly asleep on the couch. He smiled and shut the
>door with a soft click. Nikita didn’t stir. He slowly
>approached her, lying his coat on a chair and kneeled
>in front of the couch so he could see her face. It was
>peaceful; she looked like an angel with her blonde
>hair around her face. Michael didn’t want to wake her
>but he couldn’t resist the temptation. He gently
>touched her lips with his, letting them linger there
>for a moment before he leaned back and cupped her face
>with his hands.
>
>Nikita’s eyes fluttered open and when she saw Michael
>she smiled broadly and embraced him. It was an awkward
>position: she, still lying half on the couch, he,
>sitting on the wooden floor. But it didn’t matter now.
>He was home, with her; that was all that mattered.
>
>She awoke in the morning, feeling quite refreshed and
>relaxed despite it was just 6.30 a.m. The smell of
>fresh coffee greeted her, which could mean only one
>thing: Michael was still home. The last week had been
>pure stress, due to the absence of both him and her
>for a week. Not that Madeline wasn’t capable of doing
>her job, but one person alone couldn’t run Section,
>not even Madeline.
>
>Michael was making French toast when a pair of warm
>arms slipped around his waist and he was greeted by
>Nikita’s somewhat sleepy “Good morning”. He grinned
>faintly. She’d never been a morning person and could
>have a very bad mood if she didn’t get enough sleep- a
>fact that Michael had learned the hard way.
>
>“Good morning. Slept well?” “Mmmh.” Nikita murmured.
>“I always sleep good with you beside me...” Which
>wasn’t too often in this days, he knew that. As
>Operations he always had to be on call and near
>headquarters. Some of the Sub Stations were revamped
>and in headquarters itself a new area especially for
>trainees was built; and sometimes when Michael’s work
>was done he’d look at his watch only to realize that
>it was already morning. But Nikita had known this when
>she married him and she never complained- almost never.
>
>Although they talked during breakfast, they only
>talked about things a normal couple would discuss,
>too: a new novel, the articles in the newspaper
>(although the articles about politics were awfully
>wrong sometimes) and Nikita wanted to do a bit
>redecorating. Again.
>But they avoided the topic Section One almost
>completely- it was an unspoken agreement between them
>not to discuss job related matters in their free time
>unless it was necessary. It was an attempt to beware a
>sense of normality and to keep their job separated
>from the rest of their life- the most time they spend
>in Section anyway and although relationships were
>generally allowed, open displays of affection were
>not. Most of the operatives didn’t even know that
>Michael and Nikita were married; it was better so and
>they had decided to keep it that way.
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