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Date Posted: Thursday, January 03, 07:43:05pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 506" on Tuesday, January 01, 11:48:20pm
“I thought you had an appointment to see Keane this morning,” Davenport spoke as he settled down on the bench beside Nikita. She didn’t look at him and turned her head further away from him. “I thought you stopped following me.”
“For some reason, I had a feeling that something was up,” Davenport shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at Nikita and pulled his coat off. “It’s colder than you expected it to be.”
“I’m not cold.”
“You are pregnant,” Davenport fired back as he tossed the jacket over Nikita’s shoulders. She looked at him and sighed as she pushed her arms into the jacket. “Sorry.”
“You are going thru things,” Davenport shrugged his shoulders slightly as he leaned forward. “I can’t imagine how it felt to be… Operations… and close that place down.”
“And learn things that I shouldn’t have ever learned,” Nikita shook her head. She looked at him and blinked her eyes. “You thought I was going to go do something as The Angel?”
Davenport didn’t comment and Nikita closed her eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
“Sorry,” Davenport glanced over his shoulder up to Nikita. “But I’ve seen you at your worse, Nikita.”
Nikita rubbed her knees and leaned back against the bench. “The dreams have nothing about being pregnant.”
“I think we all figured that out. You got pretty good at telling us about those,” Davenport admitted as he shifted and turned towards Nikita. “You know, I’m thinking you are still scared about what happened to Adam.”
Nikita flinched and Davenport groaned. “Those that you trained with… that was the worse group ever thru… injury prone. My group… not one…”
Nikita knew that. She knew that Davenport’s training class didn’t have cancellations due to injury. There were a couple that tried to escape but for the most part, Davenport’s cohorts didn’t see the types of things that she saw. Michael’s class was bad. Less than a quarter of them ever become operatives. “He didn’t deserve it.”
“I know that,” Davenport nodded his head and then he shrugged his shoulders. “But Adam is a good boy… almost a man now… and this will just give him more good character. You know that.”
Nikita pressed her lips together and rubbed her hands against her forehead. “Sabina… is going to try to help too much… She even got almost all the way into the hospital’s network…”
Davenport chuckled. “Man… you and Michael… we all knew that the combination was special.”
Nikita smirked as she looked at Davenport. “Michael knows where I am.”
Davenport nodded his head up and down. “I didn’t call him.”
“No,” Nikita shook her head. “But he followed you.”
Davenport clapped his hands together and shook his head. “We are out of Section… but we still act it… and I know that it won’t stop. That’s good for us… and for others that we help… because w are doing good… and you with Adam and Sabina… and this baby… they are going to make a difference in this world.. there is a reason for us to be out like this, Nikita. A purpose.”
Nikita soothed a hand over her stomach and swallowed. “I wish I could stop the dreams.”
“It’s PTSD… we all understand that you can’t will that away, Nikita.”
“I feel like it’s a failure of myself that I can’t stop it,” Nikita shivered inside of Davenport’s jacket as she said it. “I overcame over things… big things… bigger than this… hell, I survived Section…”
“It’s ok,” Davenport whispered as he looked at the tears in Nikita’s face. “I don’t want to be… the messed up mother… I don’t want Adam – Sabina… this baby…” Nikita glanced at her stomach and closed her eyes. “I don’t want them watching out for me.”
“And you know that PTSD isn’t always going to be this bad… it’s a phase,” Davenport stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “And it will go away at some point…. But you won’t know when.”
Nikita glanced at Davenport and swallowed. “Experience, huh?”
“I don’t know… if any of us didn’t have some form of it… and one of the reasons why I like protective detail… being the investigator.. it allows me to be… vigilant,” Davenport explained. “I didn’t get that being the photographer…”
“Dav…” Nikita whispered as she reached for him. “You’ve done so much of that… I didn’t mean to force you.”
“You haven’t,” Davenport clapped his hand over Nikita’s. “It’s not as bad as it was before… I think I’m enjoying the photography now… where before I knew that I was faking it.”
Nikita sat there and exhaled for a while. “Sorry about this morning walk.”
“Well, you probably need to eat something and you should get home… because the sooner you get to Keane… the sooner you can spring Adam from the hospital… and my beautiful girlfriend can only help out for so long with that.”
“You need to marry her,” Nikita stood up and Davenport looked around. “So… your husband…”
“Around the corner,” Nikita spoke as she turned to the left. “With a jelly donut for me… and hot chocolate.”
“Oh?” Davenport inquired as he started to walk beside Nikita.
“He got you coffee too,” Nikita nodded her head up and down. He narrowed his eyes. “Nikita….”
She held up the phone and looked at Davenport. “He texted me.”
“And asked what you wanted to eat?” Davenport shook his head. Nikita smiled and laughed for a moment. “Oh… he knew that… it’s been breakfast… for days now.”
“At least he got me coffee,” Davenport grumbled as he wasn’t sure if he needed to have followed Nikita this morning, but he thought it helped some.
Because Nikita did need more people in her life. Michael was her life, but she still had other family that cared for her and she cared for them.
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