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Date Posted: Saturday, June 15, 08:18:24pm
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's message, "The Outside Operative" on Thursday, May 23, 11:22:41pm
”I told you not to trust Lynn,” Nikita spoke as Michael stepped onto the dilapidated porch of the log cabin that Nikita had gotten to first. Michael leaned against the post, after being sure that it was not going to collapse and folded his hands in front of the waist. “I didn’t trust her. But I didn’t have many options.”
Nikita snorted but didn’t say a word. She looked out towards the woods.
“I won’t be able to stay off grid for long,” Michael commented after long moments of silence. Nikita dropped her feet from the railing and gingerly stood up. “I guess that is code for get naked on the bed so you can bang me before you have to leave. I thought we had more than that.”
Something was physically wrong with Nikita.
Michael watched as she moved into the cabin, trying to hide whatever was wrong. She knew that he disliked when she got involved in missions – that she risked being found out. There had been too many times that it almost happened. Michael was almost sure that she should have come face-to-face with Davenport while they were taking down the designer warrior program by using the genetic materials of unwilling participants.
Not chasing after her, Michael took a moment and then followed into the cabin. “Section isn’t going to just let me grieve. I am going to have to be off a bit in a couple missions… then they’ll give me some time to pull things together.”
“To mourn for the child that isn’t even really yours. I guess it does them no good to tell you that,” Nikita spoke as she was at the small sink that had a window that looked out towards the overgrown road that led to the cabin. It wasn’t that she was worried that they would be found. She was upset and did not want to look at Michael.
She also wanted to hide whatever was wrong.
“Lynn failed in her assignment,” Michael stated as he knew that Nikita needed to hear that. He had trusted her, but his hands were tied. Section wanted a female operative close to Michael while things imploded with Elena and her father. It had been so easy to poison Elena to take her sick and Lynn didn’t even have to be there. Michael was going to do it no matter what.
“Don’t I know it,” Nikita slapped her hands against the sink. “And you didn’t want me in that hospital.”
“Correction,” Michael’s usually voice rose in volume. “I’ve never wanted you involved in any of these things. And now it is obvious that you got hurt and I have a feeling that because of whatever you allowed to happen to yourself was how that mission ended… while I was being pronounced dead to my wife.”
Nikita didn’t speak and Michael moved to her. He touched her shoulders and could feel the tension engulf her. Michael slipped his hands down and pulled Nikita’s shirt up until he saw the white gauze taped near her ribs. “Did it require stitches?”
“Surface wound… I had to be quick so I could help tend to Elena’s emotional breakdown,” Nikita brushed Michael’s hands away. Michael pulled the shirt back up and then pulled the bandage off, finding stitches and redness. “You are a nurse, Kita. This looks infected.”
“Not all redness is an infection,” Nikita turned and pushed Michael’s hand away. “Elena had to be sedated… but only at first.”
“Let me clean that up…”
“The boy that is not your biological son… didn’t know what was going on. But Elena pulled it together for him,” Nikita continued and Michael turned Nikita to face him. “I knew that this was going to be difficult for you… that’s why I didn’t want you in that hospital.”
“The mission would have failed if I wasn’t there,” Nikita pointed out and Michael jerked. Nikita rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it ironic that Section keeps finding operatives that are tall and blonde to pair you with? And they got rid of me for being a bad operative. How many missions have I saved?”
“I will never be able to thank you enough,” Michael whispered as he leaned into Nikita’s body, taking a deep breath of her being. “But this isn’t the life I wanted for you.”
“It’s the life I will have until you are out,” Nikita lifted her blue eyes that were brilliantly bright as they looked at Michael, telling him that she was speaking the only truth that she would have.
Michael stepped back and took her hand, pulling her towards the small bed, just slightly bigger than what they had in Lyons. He sat down and pulled Nikita’s shirt up, kissing below her wound and then kissing at her stomach. “We’ll find a way out of this.”
“Not if we are just passively handling the situation… we have contacts that know about me… we should have done more while Adrian was in play.”
Michael kissed at Nikita and looked up at her. “Later.”
Nikita placed her hands into Michael’s hair and pushed them thru. “I don’t mind these stolen moments, Michael… they are fine for now….”
“There will be more for us. I promise,” Michael declared as he reached up to pull Nikita’s face down to his, finally kissing her and feeling as if he was home. She was home. It didn’t matter which hole in the world they found, when he was with Nikita, he was home.
Nikita whimpered as her resolve to stay away from him weakened. She sunk to straddle Michael’s lap and to push into the deepening kiss. She pulled away and looked at Michael’s eyes again. “I just hope that there is time for us together once we get there.”
Jerking out of the sleep that didn’t occur very often, Michael pulled himself away from the railing of Nikita’s bed and glanced at her body.
Her blue eyes were open.
“Kita…” Michael whispered and he watched at her eyes blinked and then closed. There was not a sound and Michael could not be sure if he hadn’t imagined what he had seen.
But he was sure that he had seen them looking at him. He felt it.
He stood up and kissed Nikita’s forehead before slipping out of her room to walk down the hallway. He then stopped while he saw Walter walking down the hallway with Birkoff beside him. “What is he doing here?”
“I want to see her,” Birkoff’s voice squeaked with a sign of uncertainty as he pushed the laptop bag back onto his shoulder.
“Not like this,” Michael blocked the entry as he looked at Walter. “I didn’t tell you that you could tell him.”
“You didn’t tell me not too,” Walter challenged Michael back. Michael shook his head. “No.”
“I just want to thank her for helping you figure out… well, save me… and while I didn’t like the Southern accent… she saved my life,” Birkoff stammered around as he looked down at his feet. Michael couldn’t believe how quickly Birkoff dropped the characteristics of Jason that he had to be for long enough.
Michael didn’t want to face this now. Not when he was sure that he had seen Nikita’s eyes open. But he didn’t tell anyone. While he was sure, there was no proof. He was not going to give anyone the ability to lecture him more on unrealistic expectations. “You can tell her when she is awake.”
“Ok,” Birkoff nodded his head as he looked up and down the hallway. “I have to check on that auction… I’ll just be in that waiting room… it looks like there is a soda machine in there…”
Walter shook his head as Birkoff trotted off. “Man, Michael. That was just low.”
“You should have asked me.”
“You weren’t her only friend,” Walter huffed and Michael crossed his arms. “Look, Michael… the boy is a bit lost… partly because of the identity crisis of being Jason but being Birkoff did to him… and the fact that he never had a childhood. He is creating a huge debt of buying comics….”
“It isn’t a debt,” Michael rolled his eyes. “Birkoff is fine.”
“So he may have another account or two…”
“No one is hurting financially,” Michael declared as he continued to stand there. “I don’t have time to help you with him. My only priority is Nikita.”
“Maybe you need a break,” Walter suggested but after a staring contest, Walter lifted his hands in surrender. “Ok… ok… I’ll go see about some soda myself… it’s friendlier in there than here.”
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