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Date Posted: Saturday, June 13, 05:06:02pm
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's message, "Traumatic Amnesia 135+" on Saturday, June 13, 05:03:29pm
Birkoff walked into the building and looked around. He didn’t know why Michael had told him to meet him on the fourth floor of this non-descript building and to bring a laptop. There were a lot of things that Birkoff just didn’t understand about Michael, but he just didn’t ask those questions.
Not much had changed in Birkoff’s life once Michael was injured. He had been the boy wonder who worked for the police department in the dark room by himself. That was the way that Birkoff liked it. It was better that no one on the force really knew his face. That had changed once Walter ran into him one day in the lunch room and struck up a conversation with the young man. Walter instantly could tell that Birkoff often dabbled into more than just the police work that he had been assigned too. It was Walter that had brought Michael to meet Birkoff and Birkoff started to do side work for MJS.
The neighborhood where this building was located was a beautiful neighborhood. It wasn’t like the downtown offices of MJS and it wasn’t like the original location of MJS, but it was almost quaint. The building had original architecture and had sparse occupancy. It was about ten minutes away from the condo that Michael and Nikita had moved into just the previous day, so Birkoff was wondering why they weren’t out shopping or getting used to being at the condo.
Stepping onto the old style elevator, Birkoff groaned as he pulled the door closed and pushed the button. He could see why there was a sparse amount of occupants in this building since it had the old elevator. He didn’t particularly care to use one of these, but he did either way because he wasn’t about to climb that many flights of stairs.
Other than being told to come to the fourth floor, Michael had given Birkoff no other directions. Birkoff may have done police work on the internet, but he wasn’t a police officer in any means. He hated mysteries that weren’t detached from his life, so he disliked it immensely that he had no idea where he was going when he got to the fourth floor.
When the elevator stopped, Birkoff pushed at the door to find Michael standing there as if he had been there for a while. He had his hands shoved into a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt. Birkoff looked at the tiredness that was in Michael’s eyes and the ease that his body was in. Birkoff shook off the thought that Michael looked like a man that had a fun evening with a lady because it was simply too soon for Michael and Nikita to be at that stage in their relationship. “What’s going on, Michael?”
“I know that you aren’t working with the police any longer… thought you’d like to work up here,” Michael looked up and down the hallway. Birkoff stepped off of the elevator and placed his book bag down. “Work here? Doing what? Who is up here?”
“I purchased the building… I’m going to keep this floor for my endeavors…” Michael started to walk down towards the left. He turned and opened a door to a spacious multi-office space. “You can pick where you want to set up… Unfortunately internet connection won’t be live until next week but the building does have Wi-Fi.”
Birkoff looked around the office, finding it strange that it was partially furnished. Birkoff again placed his book bag down and cleared his throat as he tried to make Michael know that he had to know what was going on. “Michael… what work would I have to do for you? And how did you buy this…. Or did MJS purchase this….”
“I have money outside of MJS,” Michael offered as an answered as he turned and opened one of the connecting doors and smiled. “I know that you are used to working in an office that is dark… but I think this should be your space…”
Leaving his bag, Birkoff walked into the office that Michael had opened up and saw the whole side wall seemed to be glass. There was plenty of wall space, but the architecture was painted in a way that it just seemed to bleed right into the sky outside. This was the tallest building in this neighborhood and everything looked beautiful outside even as winter was about to occur.
Taken back for a second, Birkoff didn’t speak as Michael moved around. This office only had a desk and did not have chairs. But as Birkoff walked to the windows and stared outside, Michael found two folding chairs in a storage room and brought them back to the desk. It was the snapping of the metal onto the wooden floors that turned Birkoff around to look at Michael. “Why didn’t you have MJS purchase the building?”
“I have my reasons,” Michael spoke as he motioned for Birkoff to sit down. He moved to retrieve his laptop but stopped. He needed Michael to tell him what was going on and that wasn’t going to be found on his own laptop. “Michael… why do you need me to do anything for you? I’m not really interested in being in network administration or anything… that’s not my cup of tea.”
“That’s not what you would be doing,” Michael replied as he stood up and closed the door, although they were all alone on this floor. Michael walked back to the desk and sat across from Birkoff. “Did I ever have you start working on something for me on the side outside of MJS or a case I was working on?”
“No,” Birkoff shook his head from side to side.
“Well, that’s what I am going to have you do for me,” Michael stated and Birkoff leaned back in his chair. “Investigate your past that you don’t remember? Isn’t that against what Nikita would let you do?”
“I’m not going to have you do that either,” Michael rubbed his hands together. “I remember things… and I remember that there weren’t always answers for things that happened… and answers for why some people are acting the way that they are.”
“Michael… you are confusing me…”
“Rene… He needs me too much over at MJS. He is doing anything that I say… It doesn’t feel right and maybe it did take amnesia for me to realize this,” Michael outlined as he paused and looked around. “I don’t think I ever really knew how my parents died.”
Birkoff rolled his shoulders back. “That’s probably easy to look up.”
“I’ve already done the easy research and found things missing… malfunctions of records… a fire in a morgue….” Michael pulled out some papers that he had gotten this morning. Birkoff looked at the papers and sighed. “You could do this thru MJS.”
“Unless Rene has something to do with it,” Michael whispered as he sat back in his chair. “There is a reason why I did not go to work at MJS. It had to be more than I wanted to have a different career. MJS is so broad that I could have been happy in lots of careers there… there had to be a reason why…”
“And when you get your memory back…” Birkoff started and then stopped. He realized that Michael was talking about a feeling that he may have never verbalized or said to anyone. “Michael… I may never be able to find out…”
“My parents barely exist in records,” Michael declared as he looked at Birkoff. “I have memories of us being a family. I remember parts of MJS. But I really didn’t know what they did at MJS. I was just a child.”
Birkoff looked at the papers and sighed. “It’s going to be hard until there is internet up here… and what else do you have going on in this building… since you own it and all?”
“You’ll be the first to know about anything else that I want to do,” Michael stated and then saw that Birkoff really needed to know. It was clear that Birkoff liked to work alone, but he also didn’t particularly care to work in empty spaces. “There are a lot of people who are in the middle of life changes right now… some of them may need office space.”
“Dr. Jurgen,” Birkoff commented and Michael nodded his head. “And Mick.”
Birkoff jerked as he suddenly realized the one thing that he had noticed but hadn’t asked about. “Michael… where is Nikita? Home alone?”
“At physical therapy,” Michael stated and Birkoff sighed as he had forgotten about that. Michael glanced at his watch and saw that he had to leave soon. Until he got another floor empty for Kate to start her own place, it was going to be a half hour trip to get Nikita from either this building or from their condo. “I know that you are still consulting with the police department and you can do that from here…”
Birkoff smiled. “Sounds like a good deal.”
“Don’t you want to know how much you would be making?” Michael inquired and Birkoff laughed. “I saw a deposit into my account this morning… I take it that it was part of a salary…”
“A month’s salary… until I can get things more formalized into a two week pay… outside of MJS,” Michael nodded his head up and down, glad to know that Birkoff had already noticed the money.
Michael stood up and started to walk towards the door. “Michael...” Birkoff called out and he stopped. “What if I find something that is bad, Michael?”
“I need the truth,” Michael dropped his head slightly. He feared that Birkoff was going to find something that was not going to be easy at all to handle. Michael had enough questions to answer and remember about his life. But when records about his parents were disappearing, Michael realized that he needed more than his work on this. Michael trusted Birkoff to do this.
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