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Date Posted: Saturday, March 26, 08:15:33pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 204+" on Tuesday, March 22, 07:50:38pm
Mick walked up the sidewalk, relieved to see that Michael’s car was not there. He had left no long after telling Michael what he should have told Michael and Nikita a long time ago. He didn’t want to be seen by anyone right now and he had stayed out of the house since that conversation the previous day. It was passed dinner time so Mick was sure that Michael would be home with Adam and Nikita.
He had been at a local bar last night, nursing the one beer for way too many hours. In ways he expected Davenport or Walter to confront him, but that did not happen. He didn’t know if he should feel relief over that or if he should be scared about that. In ways, he deserved anything that those men could dish out to him.
Instead, he nursed that beer and picked at some smothered fries for too many hours. Women tried to cheer him up, but Mick wasn’t interested. Several even sent him drinks which he tried to return and then accepted when the women weren’t going to give up.
One even stayed till close and offered to take Mick home to nurse his broken heart.
They had no clue what he was having him hiding out in the bar.
Once the bar closed, Mick walked back to his car and then started to drive. He drove for hours, not sure if he was going to turn back around and come back. He was in a mental fog as he drove, tired, but still functioning. It was as the sun was coming up that he turned off onto a scenic overlook and watched the sun rise higher in the sky.
And he knew that he had to help Michael and Nikita find their daughter.
He then went to sleep a few hours in the car before a state trooper knocked on the window. He went to a coffee shop, got some espresso and turned back around. Yet, the resolve to help started to wavier the closer he got back and he stopped an hour outside of town to sit in a dive of a diner. He ate some sort of greasy hamburger and picked at some fries as the weather forecast came on and he knew that it was dinner time for Michael.
Yet, Mick still could not just park at the house. He parked by the bar and almost went back in. Instead, he walked back to where he was now, walking up to the house and grateful that no one was there.
Tossing the keys in his hands, he opened the door and walked into the entrance. Going straight thru the next door would take him to the areas that were best described as being Michael’s lab. By taking the door to the right, would take him to the second floor and third floor where his part of the house was. He didn’t have much up there, only occupying the second floor right now.
At one point he had thought about having Nikita help him furnish the place. He hadn’t been into decorating since he left that apartment that was across from Nikita’s apartment. When things were simpler.
He dropped the keys in the bowl that was at the top of the stairs on a rickety stand and reached out for the light switch. He jumped back as he saw the blonde head of hair first and then Nikita’s blue eyes as she was leaning forward sitting on his couch.
“You need better furniture, Mick. This one hurts my back,” Nikita dully spoke as she tilted her chin to look directly at him. Her hands were leaning against her knees and Mick looked down at his feet. “How did you get in here?”
“I didn’t need Michael to give me keys,” Nikita replied and Mick shook his head. “How did you get in here?”
“Do you forget that I was Operations?” Nikita questioned as she shook her head. “I didn’t need Michael’s keys to the place.”
Nikita leaned back and shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out the single key and dropped it down onto the table. “But I see no sense on making it harder on myself.”
“Michael knows…”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded her head up and down. “I’ve been here since this morning… Michael was wondering if you were even going to come back.”
Mick stepped forward and rubbed his hands nervously together. “I wasn’t sure…”
“Sit down, Mick. I’m not going to bite.”
“Maybe you should,” Mick stammered as he looked around and sat on the wood chair that he had near the couch. He looked at Nikita and looked towards the window. “You could have turned a light on.”
“And then you would have not come in.”
Mick jerked his head up and down as he leaned back in the chair. “Popsicle… look…”
“Don’t,” Nikita shook her head as she leaned forward again. “We have done the best that we could do with the circumstances that we have been dealt.”
“Don’t start that,” Mick shook his head from side to side. “I know you Popsicle… you may have been Operations and you may have thought that you were cold and hardened… but you are blaming yourself for the directions that you gave me… and I am blaming myself for ever following those directions… for not finding a way to get around them.”
Nikita looked to the side and blinked her eyes. “I’m not blaming you, Mick.”
“But you are blaming yourself,” Mick pointed out as he shook his head from side to side. “Like I am blaming myself. We are both doing the same.”
“And we are going to find a way to make up for those things,” Nikita whispered as she looked at Mick. She looked to her hands and then back to Mick. “I can’t have you running away, Mick. I need you now just as much as I needed you on the day my daughter was born.”
Mick blinked his eyes and then looked at Nikita. “Why are you worried about me right now? You should be looking for her.”
“It might take a long time to find her, Mick… even with all of us knowing… and working…” Nikita rasped as she swallowed back the emotions that almost overtook her. “So I am going to struggle… with finding a balance… of trying to figure out what life can be like… because I’ve never really had a normal life… and balance that with trying to find her.”
Mick looked at Nikita and almost felt some sort of ease come over his body. He didn’t know what to say and he just looked at her.
“We are going… to have a holiday… so I can finally have a memory of what a holiday is… Christmas will be for us to celebrate what we have… because even with all the things we don’t have… even with my daughter out there… I have a lot right now that I never thought I would have,” Nikita explained as she slid forward to the very edge of the couch. She sat up straight and looked at Mick. “I don’t blame you, Mick.”
He nodded his head slowly and swallowed hard. “Thank you.”
Nikita nodded her head in return. “You will be there.”
“Popsicle…”
“You will be there,” Nikita reiterated and Mick exhaled. “Of course.”
Nikita stood up and pulled the key from the table. She walked towards the stairs and Mick stood. “Popsicle…”
Nikita turned and looked at Mick.
“You did what you had to do. You did nothing wrong,” Mick pointed out with tender words. Nikita rubbed her elbows and leveled her eyes to Mick’s. “I’ll believe that when you believe that you did no wrong.”
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