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Date Posted: Tuesday, March 22, 07:54:51pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 204+" on Tuesday, March 22, 07:50:38pm
The door closed as Ellie left and Michael stared at the door for a while. He wasn’t sure if he was able to turn to face Nikita. He could feel her presence and he hated that she had figured it out. Of all the time that they relied upon this connection that they had, this was the one time that Michael wished that she wasn’t able to read him.
He wasn’t sure what he could say.
But Michael also knew that he couldn’t leave Nikita standing there. Her mind could not know exactly what he knew, but it knew that there was something wrong. He couldn’t allow her to have the wrong idea for too long because it would kill her from the inside out. Michael turned and looked at Nikita as she stood there.
Without a sound, Nikita moved into the living room and walked to the mantel. She touched the donkey and the hippopotamus with her hands, stroking them both as if she was trying to pet them in order to calm herself down.
“Kita…” Michael spoke as he stood in the door frame. She jerked her head up to look at the mirror behind the mantel and to Michael’s reflection. “She is dead, right?”
“No,” Michael shook his head as he stepped forward. Just as quick, Nikita whipped around and glared at him. “Something bad is going on with her.”
Michael stopped as his chest ached. It was so much easier hearing it from Mick. This was draining his resolve to be strong right now. He wanted to be strong for Nikita, but he feared that being strong would give Nikita the wrong message. “It could be.”
Nikita shook her head negatively as she looked at Michael. She walked away from him and sat down on the edge of the couch. “Is she sick? Hurt?”
“I… Kita… I don’t know…”
“Did someone find out about her? Did they find out that I had a daughter? I was careful…” Nikita rambled out and Michael moved to the coffee table and leaned over the wood to grab Nikita’s hand before she could pull away from him. He yanked at her and forced her to look at his eyes. “I know that it isn’t going to be easy. That’s all I have confirmed right now.”
Nikita slipped her hands away from Michael as she leaned back in the couch. She clenched her jaw as she blinked her eyes, trying not to cry. “Mick did something wrong… right? He tried to keep tabs of her…”
“Kita,” Michael spoke as he took the wide stride over the coffee table and sat down right on top of it, not giving Nikita the opportunity to slip away from where she was. He was afraid that she was going to leave the room and that would make this more difficult. “Mick did exactly what you told him to do.”
Nikita flinched. “I did… something wrong.”
“No,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “You had no control over what happened. You couldn’t have foreseen what happened.”
“But something happened?” Nikita inquired and Michael nodded his head up and down. He waited as Nikita pushed her hands into her thighs and then pushed them to the couch. “What?”
Michael leaned back a little bit, feeling that right now Nikita was staying where she was. He swallowed against his raw throat and licked his lips slowly. “Did you hear about the children’s service office that was attacked by an organized crime family?”
“The mob?” Nikita questioned as she shook her head. “I didn’t hear anything about anything… I blocked news media stories about adoption… and things…”
Michael felt the stab in his heart grow broader once he realized how much Nikita had hurt inside of Section and how many drastic things she had done to protect herself. It would have been easier if she had any knowledge about what had happened.
“The church that Mick left our daughter… fed into this service office… and around that time a mistress to someone in the organized…”
“The mob,” Nikita corrected and Michael nodded his head. “The mob… the mistress gave up a baby instead of having it grow up in the mob… and the mob went to get the child back once it was found out.”
“And they took our daughter instead?” Nikita gasped and Michael shook his head and then frowned. “It’s much more complicated than that.”
“But the mob has her.”
“I don’t know,” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “There ended up being more children there at that center than there should have been… and all of the records were destroyed… meaning that they needed to have parents come forward to say that they really wanted their child up for adoption…”
“But I couldn’t do that,” Nikita gasped and Michael nodded his head. “You weren’t the only one… and there were children from about five years old to infants… they were scattered around the states… to protect the possible child that they aren’t sure was left there or not… and they…”
Michael stopped. He couldn’t say it. But Nikita’s eyes filled with tears. “They couldn’t be adopted.”
Michael nodded his head up and down to confirm. Nikita swallowed back hard as her instinct to purge of some sort almost took over. She inhaled and then swallowed. “I thought… she would have a family…”
“Some have been put into foster care…”
“I thought she would have a real mother, Michael… a real father…” Nikita hissed as she wrapped her arms around her body. “I failed.”
“You couldn’t have known this,” Michael leaned forward to look at Nikita, but she turned her head away. She was in pain and she didn’t want to look at him. Michael leaned back to where he was and waited. Nikita slowly turned to look at him. “We are going to find her.”
“We won’t,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “And she has no family at all…”
“She could be with a foster family…”
“Or she could have been bounced from family to family to family to family… and hopefully not have anyone abuse her… you don’t know foster fam-"
“And you do?” Michael questioned and Nikita turned her head to the side. “I told you that you didn’t know everything about me.”
Michael exhaled and clutched the table with his hands. He wanted Nikita to talk more, but he wasn’t sure if anything he was going to say would matter right now. Nikita leaned forward and rubbed her neck. She looked at the mantel and the tree before looking back at Michael. “I… I don’t want to change Christmas because of this.”
Michael wasn’t expecting that at all. He wasn’t sure what Nikita was going to say, but that was absolutely not what he had thought she would say. “Wh-what?”
“We stay the course,” Nikita rasped as she leaned forward to bounce her legs as she sat on the edge of the couch. Michael knew that she was calculating her exit from the room but yet he did not move. “What are you talking about Nikita?”
“This is our first Christmas together as a family… the first true Christmas,” Nikita blinked back tears and she took a moment to compose herself. “Adam needs that.”
“We can’t pretend like we didn’t find this out… Mick was working so hard to try…” Michael rattled out and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “He comes to Christmas still…. And we all wait until after New Years to deal with this.”
“We can’t act like…”
“I’m not going to act like I didn’t find this out,” Nikita shouted as she stood up. “But I’m not… going to let it… rule my life right now… That would be what I would have done if I was in Section… but I’m not there… so I can still have a family holiday… and know that there is this bad thing to deal with later… but it isn’t going to ruin Christmas.”
Michael stood up and Nikita pushed away from Michael’s touch. “I need space, Michael… just give me some time… just an hour… please…”
“Running away-“
“I’m not running,” Nikita hissed as she put more distance between herself and Michael. Michael stood there and lifted his hands slowly to indicate that he wasn’t going to continue down that statement. Nikita waited and looked to the hallway. “I’ll be down for dinner, Ok? I just need some time to myself… before Adam gets home…”
Nikita walked to the hallway and up the stairs. Michael sat down right there on the floor and looked at the stairs. He had already called Davenport to make sure that he could get his men around the house incase Nikita would run. He didn’t expect this reaction from Nikita. He wanted her to jump right into searching harder for her daughter.
Yet he wasn’t sure if this was good or bad.
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