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Date Posted: Saturday, September 08, 08:28:22pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 482+" on Saturday, September 08, 08:23:21pm
“Hi Dad,” Adam spoke as Michael picked up the phone while in the lab. “Adam.”
“How are things?” Adam inquired and Michael frowned. “You are at soccer camp. Why are you calling?”
“It’s raining,” Adam answered and Michael glanced out the window. Adam wasn’t too far away and it was drizzling outside right now. Michael rubbed his head and didn’t sigh although he wanted too. His son would hear it and he just didn’t want to get into it with Adam right now. “Adam… isn’t there something else for you to be doing other than calling me?”
“I just wanted to call to check on things,” Adam spoke and Michael frowned again. “Adam… stop this game.”
“Is Nikita ok?”
How did Adam know that something was going on?
“Everyone is fine, Adam,” Michael replied as he glanced at the clock and knew that Nat was going to be stopping by shortly.
“Really?”
“Adam… I’m working right now. So can you get to the point?”
“I think something is going on with Nikita,” Adam stated with a tone that Michael knew to be Adam’s firm resolve. Michael, again, held back his sigh. “What evidence do you have to this?”
“Beside how you are talking to me by asking a question with everything that I say?” Adam postured and Michael groaned mentally as he closed his eyes with a growing headache. “Lisa emailed me.”
“I thought she wasn’t talking to you, Adam. When did that change?”
“Another question? After I called you out on it, Dad? Really, you usually stop that for a while after I point out what you are doing,” Adam chided his father with a voice of annoyances. Michael cleared his throat and said nothing more. He knew that Adam was smart, but he wasn’t going to just get away with these things because he was at camp.
“Ok… Lisa emailed me to say that Nikita stopped her internship because of me and demanded that I stop interfering with her life…. And I didn’t know what she was talking about until I emailed Jason,” Adam explained.
“The camp is a soccer camp.” Michael was careful not to add a question into what he said in response to Adam’s speech.
“We can’t play soccer all the time. That’s why you wanted me to come to this camp. We went on a hike today before it started to rain,” Adam chuckled slightly. “Come on, Dad… why did Nikita get rid of Lisa? I’m already having enough problems with Lisa and this is going to make it worse!”
“But Lisa emailed you. That must be good,” Michael pointed out, but it was not enough for Adam as he groaned in response. “Adam, Nikita felt that she wasn’t giving Lisa the best experience. Did Lisa tell you that Nikita got her to a photography day camp out at the college instead?”
“Lisa didn’t tell me.”
“But Jason did,” Michael figured out quickly as he rolled his head to the side. “The studio got really busy Adam and Nikita was working too much.”
“Because she has Angel things to do? Maybe you should get me out of camp and I can come help out at home.”
“Working too much on photography… she has hired a new photographer…”
“Oh, that must be Dmitry.”
Michael rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “If you know everything, why are you calling me?”
“Because this is more,” Adam bluntly spoke. Michael closed his eyes and counted to three. “Adam, there is nothing that you need to worry about going on.”
“Dad…”
“I have to get back to work,” Michael stated, thinking that he was lying to his son until he looked out the window and saw Nat’s car pulling in. “You have to find a way to find some common ground with Lisa. There is nothing that I can do, or Nikita can do, to fix things.”
“Who said that I wanted to change things? I’m fine with her not being my friend. I just don’t want to be blamed for something that I didn’t do,” Adam huffed and Michael groaned this time. “Enjoy camp, Adam. All this other stuff doesn’t matter. Be a kid – you don’t know when that is going to end.”
“Spoken like a Section One top operative,” Adam sarcastically replied and then hung up. Michael groaned loudly as he stared at the phone as Nat knocked at the door. Michael opened the door and then returned to the phone to the desk as Nat entered. “You look troubled, Michael.”
“Adam is to be enjoying camp and somehow he is still tangled up in fighting with Lisa. When is it going to stop?” Michael questioned as he grabbed the Tylenol off of the desk and took some to combat the headache that was growing. Nat watched and shrugged his shoulders. “We’ve been waiting thru the same thing.”
Nat sat down at the chair as Michael did the same at the table and placed his hands on the table. “Lisa won’t even admit that she is having more fun at the camp… which we know she is because she goes on and on about what she has learned and taking all kinds of pictures.”
“Stubborn,” Michael shook his head. “Like Adam.”
Michael reached out for a folder and some disks. “I need to give you this all back.”
“Michael…” Nat rasped as he shook his head at the case materials that he had given Michael. “I thought that Nikita brought on the photographer because she was getting involved in this.”
“I didn’t involve her,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “I started with Jason and he couldn’t find anything like these items… so then I spoke to Walter…”
“And now you left the best resource out of the loop?”
“No,” Michael tapped at the folder and then opened it. “Walter ran tests on the metals… there are trace materials that indicate that it was forged in the area of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire.”
Nat jerked his head and Michael nodded his head up and down. “I’m taking that the location helps narrow down some people you have in mind.”
“Yeah… but we tried to run those tests…”
“Not from the middle of the materials. Walter said that some of these things wouldn’t work as designed either way,” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I take it that the tie to terrorists has lessened even more.”
“Dramatically,” Nat rasped as he pulled the folder over and shook his head. “I’m sorry… I guess I got used to the Angel… and hearing the stories…”
“The Angel was… is… against bad things… never has been about terrorism. You got caught up in the mythology of something that all of us who were there wished never happened to us,” Michael was stunned with Nat’s statement and almost hurt. Michael shook his head and took a deep breath. He was overreacting because of the call from Adam.
“What’s going on?” Nat asked as he leaned forward. “You would still work on this… and I think you are turning it back to me because something else is going on.”
“You know that I’m eccentric with what I do,” Michael shrugged his shoulders as he looked to the side. He wished that he could tell someone, probably not Nat, about Nikita’s pregnancy, but he had promised his wife for now that it stayed between them.
Nikita was right. It was early to tell anyone. It wasn’t like either of them had parents to confine in. The closest person to that was Walter and Nikita was clear that she wasn’t ready for Walter to know. She felt that Walter was going to be almost as excited as Sabina. For some reason, the thought of someone being excited for them scared Nikita.
It made Michael worry that Nikita doubted this pregnancy more than she was letting on.
“Michael?” Nat called out and Michael turned his head to look at Nat. Nat raised an eyebrow. “I lost you there for a little bit. Something is going on.”
“Nothing that I can talk about,” Michael said before adding, “But nothing dangerous.”
Nat leaned back and finally picked up the folder and the other things. “I have to arrange to come back for the rest of it.”
“Of course. I thought you would want to start with the reports,” Michael commented as he nodded his head up and down.
“Does this mean that you are done with… this work again?”
“No,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “But it was too close to that old life. That’s over.”
Nat shook up with slide nod of his head, “Ok.”
“You’ll break the case,” Michael forced out a half smile. Nat smirked. “You already did it. You just refuse to admit it.”
Michael walked towards the door with Nat and he stopped before walking out of the house. “Nikita is going to be fine.”
“I didn’t say anything was wrong with Nikita.”
Nat arched an eyebrow and silently left the house. Michael closed the door and leaned against the cool wood door with his eyes closed.
How long until they were able to tell people?
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