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Date Posted: Saturday, May 07, 04:26:09pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
Mick pushed the door open and saw the long ponytail of blonde hair moving around. “Popsicle, why aren’t you home with Michael? You couldn’t have gotten any sleep.”
Nikita turned around with papers in her hands. She looked at the fax machine and then leaned her head back slightly. “Nat’s email won’t accept the file via email… and the fax machine just…”
Nikita dropped the papers and slammed her hand against the machine. “It’s so old that I can’t figure out how to make it work!”
Mick moved and picked up the papers that had floated away from Nikita and then he used his hips to nudge her away from the fax machine. He had to admit, it was a bit of an antique kind of fax machine. “Are you sure that Michael had this in here for use or was he saving it thinking it might be worth something in the future?”
Nikita didn’t even chuckle. She looked up at the ceiling. “I just want to get the fax out, Mick.”
“I’m working on it, Popsicle… I have been known to be able to charm a fax machine or two in my past…” Mick chuckled as he leaned over the back and started to check the connections. He stacked the papers and dialed the number. It started to pull the paper and he turned around and saw Nikita slumped in the chair, tears rolling down her face. “Hey… look… it’s pulling the paper thru…”
“I couldn’t even get him to stay in the hospital,” Nikita shook her head as she swiped at the tears, hating that she couldn’t stop the words. She didn’t want to talk about this with anyone but yet the words happened. “He should have stayed. At least one night.”
Mick moved a chair to sit beside Nikita as he shrugged his shoulders. “You both can be stubborn people… especially about hospitals and doctors and such… why should you get off easy if Michael would have stayed? I’ve heard that you were a hellion at times.”
“But I stayed… with I had the concussion…”
“Not as long as they wanted you too,” Mick shook his head from side to side. “You look exhausted.”
Nikita sniffled and turned her head away. “I’ve had to work on things.”
“You didn’t sleep at all?” Mick inquired as he touched Nikita’s shoulder. She shook her head from side to side. “Catnaps…”
“And have you had anything to eat?” Mick asked but Nikita pulled away. It was clear that she hadn’t. “Come on… upstairs.”
“I have to get back to the house… I slipped…”
“Walter called,” Mick declared with a shrug of his shoulders. Nikita dropped her head back and looked up at the ceiling, disappointed. Mick paused and then sighed. “One of Davenport’s men saw you.”
“I just had to finish this report… and then get back to Michael…” Nikita looked at the fax machine as it started to print out a confirmation sheet. Nikita took it from the machine and sighed. “See… all done.”
“Why don’t you get something to eat before you go back? You have to be starving and since you walked…” Mick offered as he now was in the process of guiding her upstairs. He was hoping that he could talk Nikita into letting him drive her home, or at least the man from Davenport’s company that was sitting outside this house. Nikita looked towards the outside and then made the turn to go upstairs. She walked into the rooms and stopped.
“You haven’t decorated,” Nikita muttered as she turned to look at Mick. He shrugged his shoulders. “It is really Michael’s place… I’m just helping out protect the lab.”
Nikita shook her head from side to side. “No… I mean, the walls weren’t even painted once… you can see the joints of the drywall… if Michael didn’t want you to pain, he would have told you that.”
Mick walked into the small kitchen area that he had pushed together here and Nikita frowned. “There are no counters.”
“This is the second floor of a house, Popsicle,” Mick shook his head from side to side. “A kitchen wasn’t originally planned for up here… but there is a sink, a small stove and a refrigerator…”
“But you like to cook,” Nikita looked as Mick pulled out a turkey wrap that he had usually had pre-prepared when he would go downstairs and force Michael to eat at lunch if he didn’t go home to eat lunch with Nikita. He handed it to Nikita and he leaned against the closed door of the refrigerator. “Why didn’t you drive over? You know that it is supposed to start snowing soon, right?”
“It’s Michael’s car.”
Mick stayed right where he was when Nikita started to walk around his space, shaking her head. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be staying here. He was afraid that if something didn’t go right in finding Michael’s and Nikita’s daughter that he would be rushing to get out. He didn’t feel that it was the right time to put down roots but he also saw that it was disturbing Nikita. But he didn’t plan on having her up to his place very often.
“I saw you the other week in that gray Dodge Durango… where did that go?” Mick inquired. Nikita was chewing her food while she turned slowly to face him. He swore that she had gone paler than she had been which would be a feat because she was pretty pale to start with.
Nikita struggled to swallow as she didn’t want to think about the car issue right now. “I knew that you saw me in it so I had to get rid of it. It was a backup car and I shouldn’t have been using it for personal use.”
Mick waited but Nikita was staring at him, waiting for him to respond. He felt that he was opening up a big wound, but he did it either way. “Everyone keeps pointing out to me that Section is gone… so why are almost all of you still acting like it’s still here? You should have a fun car… a red one… sporty…”
Nikita’s head jerked and she shook it. “I’m past that part of my life Mick… and I can’t be too sure…”
Mick pushed away from the refrigerator and shrugged his shoulders. “Then buy a car that you can use…. Or use Michael’s? Why can’t you use his? It isn’t like he is going to be allowed to drive for a while.”
Nikita jerked her head to the side again. “Leave it be, Mick.”
“Ah…” Mick realized quickly. “You want a car but Michael isn’t sure about it.”
“Drop it,” Nikita snapped as she turned away and Mick was surprised when she started to eat the turkey wrap again.
She didn’t finish it all before she return the plate and threw away about a third of it into the trash. “You need to paint… decorate… and get a real kitchen…”
“I’ll do that when you get a car,” Mick shrugged his shoulders. Nikita felt Michael’s cell phone ringing and she looked at Mick. “Thanks for the food. I’m going home.”
“Good,” Mick announced as he walked down the stairs with her, waiting until she was outside to pull out his phone to call Walter.
Nikita snapped the phone up. “Your report finally went in… right?”
“Thank you, Nikita… I never meant that you had to leave Michael to do this…” Nat whispered and Nikita shook her head.
Someone had called Nat and Rhoda. “Who?”
“What?” Nat questioned.
“Who?” Nikita asked the question again, knowing that she didn’t need to explain any further what she was asking.
There was a heavy sigh. “Rhoda got home and told me… I was out on patrol when she heard and she didn’t think to call me… She is tied up with the clinic and hours at the hospital that she couldn’t be Michael’s private nurse…. She got her friend Helen to go.”
Nikita snapped the phone closed.
A small petite woman with a brunette bob.
Everything that Nikita wasn’t. More like Elena. Nikita blinked back her tears as she looked up at the sky. It was so clear out and she didn’t see the clouds at all. She was almost sure that the snow was going to miss them.
And then she headed home.
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