| Subject: Priority Mail 224 |
Author:
Nikita507
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: Sunday, May 01, 07:06:20pm
In reply to:
Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
Nikita pushed away from the desk in the dining room and walked into the living room where Michael was taking a break from his work before one of them started dinner. It was two weeks after the holidays and Adam was back in school and while Nikita was working with Jason to find their daughter, Michael was doing what he could for that search while catching up on the backlog of cases that he had taken on long ago.
“What is it, Kita?” Michael asked as he looked at Nikita. He sat up and clicked the recliner back into place. Nikita walked to the couch and tossed some papers onto Michael’s lap. “We need another vehicle.”
Michael looked at Nikita and tilted his head. “You mean that you don’t have one stashed somewhere?”
“For getaway,” Nikita replied like it meant nothing. She would never deplete her supplies for getaway. Her getaway cars were exactly that. They weren’t meant for everyday travel.
“And the SUV you have used?” Michael inquired as he looked at Nikita, finding this whole conversation a bit surreal. “The one that you used to pick up Adam?”
“I gave it to Jason,” Nikita answered as if it was nothing. Michael rubbed his forehead and tilted his head. “And why was that?”
“He was taking a cab everywhere… because the little Chevy car he got into an accident was in shambles… and it wasn’t right that Daisy was driving him everywhere when he wasn’t able to take a cab,” Nikita explained as she looked over at the papers. “This is a hybrid... and an SUV which is important because they keep on calling for snow.”
Michael handed the papers back to Nikita. “I don’t know why you are talking to me about this.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Nikita questioned as she placed the papers back onto Michael’s lap.
Michael shuffled the papers and then handed them back to Nikita. “You don’t need me to agree about this, Kita. You have your own resources…”
“I just thought…” Nikita flustered as she picked the papers up and made them sit together nicely. “I thought you’d like to have some say in a car that I may use to pick up your son…or when we find our daughter… and I thought that… maybe we shouldn’t just have separate accounts…”
“Married couples have joint accounts,” Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Sometimes.”
“Oh,” Nikita tersely spoke. “I get it.”
Michael watched as she stood up and left the room. Michael rolled his eyes. He didn’t feel well and this wasn’t what he wanted to be doing right now. He pushed up the chair and swallowed back the acid churning in his stomach and walked after Nikita. “Kita… look….”
“I was being unreasonable, Michael,” Nikita lifted her head as she went to the recycling bin and tossed the papers inside of it. “I’ll take care of it… if I feel that I need to.”
“You would have bought the car even if I said that I didn’t think we needed it,” Michael retorted as he leaned against the wall and rubbed his forehead. Maybe he was coming down with something.
“I just thought,” Nikita whirled around on her heels. “If you need to drive the car over to your office every day that maybe I wouldn’t want to have to walk in the snow to get the car that is by your office before going out to pick up groceries… or is it that you are afraid of me having the car?”
“That is not why I take the car… I’ve taken it because you always say that you don’t need it… and it isn’t that far…” Michael started to counter and Nikita groaned. “It’s over ten blocks… it’s like 4000 steps to get the car.”
Michael raised his hands in the air. “I won’t take it any longer.”
“I would never ask you not to take YOUR car, Michael,” Nikita hissed as she turned away from him. “Forget I even suggested it.”
“How can I now?” Michael questioned as he stepped towards Nikita but she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the plate that held the chicken that was to be made for tonight.
Michael felt his stomach flip and he swallowed at the acid that was building again. He hoped he had some TUMS upstairs.
“Move,” Nikita directed as she headed towards the stove and Michael shook his head as he backed away. “Kita… pouting isn’t going to solve this.”
“Nothing to solve. We only need the one car,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders as she still didn’t look at Michael. She was upset at him. He had commented about marriage just because he was trying to make her talk about it. But she wasn’t going to talk about marriage. Marriage was not meant for them! If that meant that she couldn’t have a car, then she would find a way to always switch out the getaway car that she could use if she wanted to use something that wasn’t over by the lab.
Michael rubbed at his face and dropped his head. “This is oh so very mature, Kita.”
“Maybe it isn’t… but oh well,” Nikita declared as she went to the stove and slammed the skillet down on the burner. “Let me make dinner.”
Michael looked at the chicken and dropped his hand to his stomach. He lurched but held back the churning. “I’m not hungry…. I won’t be eating tonight.”
Michael walked upstairs, knowing that if he had any TUMS it was in their bathroom. Michael heard Nikita curse and knew that she thought he was just running away. But he didn’t think this was serious. He was just working too hard to get all the cases caught up so he could help with searching for his daughter more.
But the medicine cabinet was empty of TUMS and Michael slammed his hand against the wall. He leaned his head onto the cool tile and wearily thought that maybe the tiles were cool because he was running a fever.
He dragged himself back to bed and eased back onto it, fighting against the nausea that was threatening to take him over. He swallowed and closed his eyes.
Maybe he just needed some sleep.
He knew that he would have to fix things with Kita later – and agree with her that they needed the second car.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 