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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 07, 10:28:24pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 299+" on Sunday, August 14, 04:28:38pm
Jason pushed the keyboard away with a groan. He had been trying to help out Tom but things weren’t going well. Maybe Laura’s father thought he had a lead, but it had dried up quickly. Again, it was like they were all chasing a ghost.
He felt the knots in his back and he exhaled as he shook his head. Lately the stress of searching for this child was just eating him to pieces. It started when the first lead brought the man that Tom and Laura were looking for too close to where they were. Jason found himself in a full blown panic attack about what would happen if Nikita’s daughter was just in this city. It would be awful for Nikita. She would be wondering about every child about that age passing by being her daughter. It scared him to the core.
Even as Daisy helped him prove that it wasn’t right, it didn’t stop the new worries. They had wisely not told Michael or Nikita about this direction but now Jason’s sleep was being disrupted. Daisy had kept his nerves down for the most part but this past week she started urging Jason to either to talk to Ellie so he could sleep thru the night or to talk to Beatrice.
Beatrice. Jason thought with a snort. He couldn’t even start to deal with that relationship. He had seen the woman a couple times and didn’t feel any ill harm to her. But he didn’t see how Beatrice could help him.
She was his aunt!
Jason picked up the phone and it automatically dialed at this time. He got voicemail and sighed. “Hi Tom… I got nothing on this end. I need a break from the screen or I’m going to break a monitor or two… there has to be a way to find this man… he has to have something out there… but this is harder than tracking down some of the terrorists that I had to for Operat—ah- I mean for Nikita.”
“I had a feeling, Jason…”
“It’s not ok,” Jason slapped at his desk as he shook his head. “I should have found her by now.”
“Jason…” Tom spoke and Jason hung up. He dropped his head as he tried to take some deep breathes as he knew that he had to calm down. He never knew when Nikita might call and she would know that he was upset. He had been dodging her for a couple days now and that wasn’t going to be allowed to continue.
He wasn’t sure how long it was but he finally was standing up from the desk when he heard the front door open. He slid out of the office to see Daisy walking in the door. “Hey…”
“Hi,” Daisy gently spoke as she stood at the door and studied Jason. “Bad day?”
“Yeah,” Jason admitted as he started to turn away but he stopped. He wondered why Daisy was still standing in the doorway. He turned and watched Daisy walk in. Then Beatrice walked in behind her. “I didn’t know we were going to have company.”
“I couldn’t tell you,” Daisy admitted as she closed the door. “You have been distant and I know that you have been trying to deal with things…”
Jason looked at Beatrice and then back to Daisy. “This isn’t going to help.”
“I didn’t come to be a therapist at all, Jason,” Beatrice spoke as she stood there. “Daisy was hoping that maybe if you didn’t worry about our relationship…”
“You are my aunt. I had no idea that I had an aunt.”
“And you didn’t even know you had a twin most of your life,” Daisy pointed out as she stepped forward and reached for Jason’s hand. He almost pulled it away but she got it. “You couldn’t talk to him. You can talk to her.”
“Damn it, Daisy… I’m confused enough about Birkoff…” Jason winced as he shook his head back and forth, feeling the emotions on the forefront of his mind. This was too soon after having the bad news come through the computer that he had hit another dead end. Once he found Nikita’s and Michael’s daughter, he was done with computers.
“I am confused too,” Beatrice offered as she didn’t step any closer to Jason. “It’s better to be together in confusion than by ourselves.”
Jason studied Beatrice and shook his head. “You can’t just turn off the therapist hat.”
“No,” Beatrice shook her head from side to side as she took a tentative step forward. “But I tend to believe that a therapist is a good family friend, only gets paid for it. Since I’m not getting paid... I can just be that good family friend for you.”
Jason could tell that this wasn’t just Daisy’s decision. He closed his eyes. He shouldn’t have avoided Nikita.
“She isn’t the only one worried, Jason,” Daisy spoke as she walked into the living room with his hand in hers. “Davenport indicated that he was worried too…”
Jason turned to see Beatrice waiting in the hallway. He swung his head around and cleared his throat. “It isn’t much of a living room… I think I used the rooms wrongly and used the master suite for my office… so the master suite should have been the big family room or something like that.”
“It’s quite charming,” Beatrice commented as she entered and settled down.
For the next half hour or more, Jason and Beatrice talked about small things. It was as Daisy went to the kitchen for the premise of making ice tea for all of them, that Jason dropped his head slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I think you would have thrown a bigger fight if you didn’t want to talk about it,” Beatrice shrugged her shoulders slightly. “I can’t imagine what you are going thru…”
“I think it is easier to think of having an aunt… than it is knowing that I can’t find the girl…” Jason spoke and Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “Is that it? Or is this more about not knowing that you were a twin?”
Jason winced and rolled his shoulders back. “I never met him… but I feel like I’m in some odd sibling rivalry thing… or I’m somehow trying to be him…”
“Did you like who you were before you knew?”
“Yes…”
Beatrice didn’t comment. She simply stared at Jason and he groaned. “Ok… so maybe when I look back now I realize that I was kind of a womanizing jerk… but back then I didn’t know that I was a womanizing jerk and I liked the life that I had.”
“Really?” Beatrice inquired and Jason twitched. “I had to change.”
“So you blame Nikita?”
“NO!” Jason jumped almost off the couch where he was settled. “I didn’t say that.”
“But wasn’t sure one of the reasons why you changed?”
“Section was a big reason.”
“But not everyone changed in Section,” Beatrice pointed out and Jason rubbed his face slightly. “I hear that he was a good man. He did things I wouldn’t have done… give his life…”
“If you found yourself suddenly in Section again… that this was a dream… and you found the same position that Birkoff was in?”
“I would have found another way,” Jason smartly stated and then he looked to the floor. He had looked at the facts back then. There hadn’t been another way. “Ok… so, maybe I do agree with what he did.”
“Then you honor him by being a bit more like him,” Beatrice shrugged her shoulders. “But you aren’t becoming him. From what I hear, he would have been scared to live with a woman.”
Jason found himself chuckling and he leaned back on the couch a bit more. “You are good at this.”
“I’m just trying for the first time to be an aunt,” Beatrice stated and Jason snorted. He looked at her and he could sense that she truly meant that. “So… if I wanted to talk about the dreams I’ve been having.”
“I’d listen,” Beatrice offered as she leaned forward. “As your aunt.”
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