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Date Posted: Friday, February 04, 07:29:08pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 156+" on Friday, February 04, 07:27:24pm
Nikita held onto Michael’s hand as she walked to their bedroom and closed the door. She held onto that hand and cleared her throat. “I’m fine Michael.”
“I know that,” Michael confirmed as he moved in closer and rubbed her shoulder. “You know that I did what I had to do that day.”
Nikita moved her head up and down as she stared at Michael. “And I’d want you to do that again if I got like that.”
“I don’t think you’ll get like that again,” Michael whispered as he rubbed her cheek gently with his hand. “I should have told Ellie.”
“I don’t feel bad about her not knowing,” Nikita rasped as she stepped away and sat on the bed. She waited for Michael to join her as she had not let his hand go yet. Nikita looked at the wall and then over to Michael. “I know that Walter… and Adam… are worried because I’ve been quiet.”
Michael gazed at Nikita and sighed slightly. “Maybe we’ve pushed you too fast to talk more.”
Nikita forced a smile and took her other hand and took Michael’s other hand. “Thank you.”
“I’ll talk to them,” Michael rasped as he knew that it took a lot for Nikita to say something like this. Nikita exhaled slightly and parted her lips. “I’d rather you not.”
Michael was taken back but he didn’t say anything about it. He merely nodded his head and then Nikita slipped her hands away from his to lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I shut off whole parts of my emotions when I became Operations.”
“You had too…”
Nikita winced as Michael eased his back down beside her and started to stare up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. “I didn’t realize… I was that mad at you.”
“It was one emotion that you really had to bottle up, Kita. I know that isn’t the only feeling you felt back then. You’ll probably feel those other emotions at other times,” Michael spoke as he didn’t want Nikita to get overwhelmed again by feeling more emotions. “Kita… we are going to get thru this.”
“We survived Section,” Nikita spoke slowly. She then pushed her body up and looked down at Michael. “We are here… and Section is gone.”
Michael hadn’t thought about it that simply. The look on Nikita’s face told him everything and he could feel it just like she was. Never did he ever think that there wouldn’t be a Section One, but it was gone, and he was still alive. He was alive and he had a family.
“We survived Section,” Nikita stated again as she leaned over Michael and pressed her head against his chest. “I know that it will always be a part of us… but I have to find a way so that it still doesn’t beat me down.”
Michael had found it difficult to form words since Nikita spoke that they had survived Section. He blinked his eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of Nikita’s head. “You made me survive, Kita. I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.”
Nikita tilted her head up to look at Michael’s face to see him looking down at her. “I think you are the reason why I think I can live.”
Michael kissed Nikita’s lips and rubbed her back, not saying anything more. They were like that for a long time and Nikita’s hands moved slowly up and down Michael’s clothed chest. She stopped and then giggled slightly. “I haven’t talked to Mick at all, have I?”
“We’ve been busy.”
Nikita chuckled again. “He can be a handful.”
“You had to teach him more skills,” Michael retorted as he slightly rolled his eyes when he knew that Nikita was looking at him. Michael stopped and his expression turned more solemn. “You doing that for him made Mick a better man… a man who hasn’t complained about not talking to you... or really to me yet.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for some of those things,” Nikita admitted and Michael nodded his head. “Then we don’t talk about those things. We need to plan for what is next.”
“You need to work,” Nikita spoke as she exhaled and pushed her head back down against his chest, not looking up at Michael’s eyes. “Work on things for the police…. And the families… and wait…”
“Wait on looking for our daughter?” Michael questioned and he felt Nikita’s head move up and down although she never confirmed it verbally. “Until the holidays are over… we can start at the beginning of the year.”
“And we can have time… to be…” Nikita whispered and Michael smiled as he couldn’t have agreed more. If they were going to find their daughter, they had to get this part fixed first. It would tear them apart if they didn’t fix this part.
“Do you think that Davenport is going to be ok?” Nikita questioned as she then cleared her throat. She did feel guilty about Davenport’s headaches. She didn’t realize that they were that bad.
“He is with Ellie,” Michael commented and he jerked as Nikita rolled her head up to have her chin on his chest but to look at his eyes. “But I thought he didn’t like Ellie.”
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