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Date Posted: Friday, May 27, 11:00:24pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 246+" on Saturday, May 21, 11:00:56pm
“I don’t know why everyone feels the need to continue to interfere into this situation,” Michael grumbled as he placed the phone down after having heard Rhoda rant and rave about Nikita for about twenty minutes. Michael wondered if Rhoda had actually even spent twenty minutes with Nikita or gave up in about ten minutes.
Everyone’s good intentions were making things worse.
Michael hated to admit it, but he was starting to hate all the people that were around him and Nikita. They were trying to help and Michael knew that, but he also felt that they were making it impossible for Nikita to accept his way of helping.
Being direct right now was not the way to go.
“Sugar needs us all worrying about her,” Walter spoke as he looked at Michael from the stove where he was making some chili as there was nothing much more for him to do. Michael had tried to get Walter to go back to the cabin and to the adopted grandchildren, but he wouldn’t do that while Michael was still recovering.
Michael was days away from being allowed to drive and Walter still didn’t know why Nikita refused to take the car to the lab since she easily could. There was something there but Walter was walking on eggshells between Nikita and Michael’s moods right now. Neither were in a good place.
Add to the fact that Walter could swear that both were losing weight and Walter took another approach: to cook for everyone.
“I should worry about her,” Michael corrected as he stood up and wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing. So he stood there. “It’s my job to worry about her.”
“Not officially,” Walter pointed out and Michael closed his eyes while he willed himself to count to ten. He made it to three. “Asking her to marry me is not going to fix this.”
“Then tell her not to go,” Walter pulled the wooden spoon from the pot and looked at Michael. “If you tell her directly…”
“She could run away,” Michael warned as he shook his head from side to side. Michael sat back down and leaned his head back against the wall. “Maybe we were all wrong with telling Nikita not to be the angel.”
“What?” Walter roared as he shook his head from side to side. “Nikita being the angel was bad, Michael. She took risks that she didn’t need to be taking… she was living like she was in Section One.”
“But she was doing something that made her feel like she was doing something,” Michael pointed out with a firm voice. “I don’t want her to be the angel like she had… but at least it allowed her to use the skills that we developed in her from Section… skills that have no other way of being used right now. She hasn’t found anything else that has a meaning…”
“That will change once you find your daughter,” Walter spoke and Michael shook his head from side to side. “Can we chance that being this year? What if it is next year? Five years? Can Nikita really think her only purpose in life is to find her daughter? Isn’t that what she is supposed to be focused on now and is it getting us anywhere?”
Walter was quiet as Michael had a point. “I don’t think it is good for Nikita.”
“I don’t like it either,” Michael admitted as he looked at Walter. “But it’s better than this, right?”
“But she won’t even talk to you about what is going on. Do you think by telling Nikita to go back being the angel that it is going to open up the floodgates and she is going to start talking to you?” Walter shook his head from side to side. “That isn’t the magical key.”
Michael sat there and rubbed his head. Walter frowned and got a glass of water along with the pain medication. “This isn’t helping you.”
“I’m getting better,” Michael mustered as he took the medicine willingly and finished the whole glass of water. “It will get better when I can go back to work.”
“Yeah, but where will Nikita go then?” Walter asked as he pointed out the one thing that everyone was taking for granted – Nikita was going to the lab every day and everyone knew that if she wasn’t at the house, she was at the lab.
Michael swallowed and didn’t answer. Walter stirred his pot a few times and looked back at Michael. “Jason has identified some of her properties… nothing around this area… but we all have that feeling…”
Michael knew that he had four other properties in just the twenty mile radius also, so he could only imagine where Nikita was based elsewhere in the same radius. He also knew that it would be useless to use Davenport’s men to try to track her if Nikita decided to check in to one of her other locations.
The door opened and Michael saw Nikita walking down the hallway. She walked into the kitchen and sat down across from Michael. He forced a smile. “You are back.”
“You haven’t eaten,” Nikita bluntly declared and Michael shrugged his shoulders. “You haven’t either.”
“I’m not recovering from surgery,” Nikita pointed out and Walter arched an eyebrow at Michael. That was probably the most words he had heard from Nikita since Michael came home.
Michael was wondering where Nikita was going with this line of conversation. “We should both have a snack now.”
“I have some sandwiches in the refrigerator,” Walter chimed in as he moved to the refrigerator. Nikita didn’t say anything and soon the plate was between Michael and Nikita. It was Nikita who picked up the first half. Michael mimicked her and he swallowed the food. He hated to admit it – he was hungry.
“Why are you worried about this now?”
“You need to get back to the lab. That won’t work if you aren’t taking care of yourself,” Nikita pointed out and Michael polished off the half of sandwich. He grabbed for another one as he studied Nikita. “If I go back to the lab… what are you going to do?”
“I’m not going back to the lab,” Nikita announced and Walter whirled around on his heels long enough to see the warning from Michael’s green eyes to stay quiet. He forced himself to turn around and continue to pretend that he wasn’t there. He was right not the really large fly on the wall.
“What are you going to do?” Michael asked and Nikita grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands as she finished with the half of the sandwich. Clearly she wasn’t going to have more. “I’m going to work with Whitney. Sometimes I’ll be taking photos. Other times I’ll be creating a system to log her photos.”
Nikita stood up and looked towards the hallway. “Of course, we’ll have to come up with some sort of schedule.”
“A schedule?” Michael inquired as he was confused about what Nikita was talking about. He liked this idea a lot. This was a good thing, but something told him not to get too excited.
“We only have one car. Whitney’s studio is too far to walk and I’m sure that you won’t be ready to walk back and forth to the lab,” Nikita looked at Michael while speaking. When she was done, she didn’t wait for Michael’s reply. She left the room.
Michael finished the second half of the sandwich and found Walter staring at him. “What?”
“This is good,” Walter pointed at the direction that Michael had disappeared. Michael nodded his head. “And I need you to do some research.”
“About?”
“For the car that Nikita wants. If I’m going car shopping with her, I want to make sure that wherever we go has the car that she wants.”
“Is this all over the car still?” Walter questioned and Michael rubbed his head.
It couldn’t be that simple, could it?
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