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Date Posted: Saturday, January 01, 10:11:03pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 107+" on Saturday, January 01, 10:10:07pm
Nikita paced back and forth in the room and finally pulled the chair out at the desk and opened up the laptop. She rubbed her tired eyed as she opened up application after application in her need to do something productive.
It had been hours and hours since Davenport left the house after coming on her request. She had a headache when she left the room and she continued to have a headache, but she couldn’t sleep. Michael had tried to get her to go to sleep, but she wouldn’t have it. Instead, they had words and Nikita went into the guest room as a way to get away from Michael.
He didn’t let up. About an hour afterwards when Nikita had finally paced back and forth in that tiny room alone, she had gone downstairs to the den that she was in now. Michael had followed her and suggested that she was agitated because she was having acute symptoms related to PTSD. He offered her the Ativan and they had more words.
Nikita didn’t take the medicine.
Now Nikita had been up since then, most of the time moving back and forth, trying to get thoughts out of her mind. But finally as she started to research things after she connected to one of her other networks that she hadn’t told anyone about, she started to think about things other than her life.
It was so easy to slip into the work that she had done as the unsung hero of the area. Nikita hadn’t even known that they had dubbed her the angel until Adam had showed her all of the articles that had been written about her work. In the end, Nikita just wanted to stop the bad people from doing bad things and to spare the good people from having something bad happen to them.
Nikita didn’t start being active in what she was doing. It had started with phoning in tips to various law enforcement agencies until she realized that most of the tips that she had submitted hadn’t been followed up on. She had tried to stay with being inactive in what she was trying to do. But when things she saw were going to be bad, she couldn’t help herself. Nikita had been trained to do a lot of things and at least now she could be sure that she was doing it for good.
As she narrowed down on someone that she had been watching for a long time, Nikita saw an opening. She about jumped to her feet and then stopped. She turned her head and saw the door to the lab and felt like she was suddenly weighted down with concrete shoes. She slowly sat back down and knew that she couldn’t handle this. She had to hand this over and Nikita felt powerless for several moments.
Chewing her lip to almost the point of causing it to bleed, Nikita saw the phone across the room and yanked it up with just three steps. She dialed and waited as the phone rang and rang.
“Who is this?” Lieutenant Nathaniel McCarty snapped as he finally answered on the tenth ring.
“Nikita,” Nikita simply replied as she went back to her computer. “You need to get a team… I mean, some officers down to the warehouse district… on 51st Street and Railroad… there is a deal that is going to include weapons…”
“What?” Nat asked as he groaned. “You are calling me at four o’clock in the morning…”
“You only have ninety minutes before it happens… and they are some weapons that you don’t want on the street,” Nikita swallowed hard as she looked at the inventory list and shivered.
“And you know this how?”
“I intercepted an email with the bank code, the manifest and the plans for the meet. The funds are being redirected to charitable organizations already,” Nikita snapped as she typed. “You will need to have at least six tactical officers there since you will send a team…”
“I can’t send a team with that kind of evidence…”
“My evidence wouldn’t be allowed into court. But I’m giving you a tip,” Nikita replied back as if it was nothing.
“Why are you calling me with the tip and not 911?”
“They won’t take me seriously,” Nikita replied back as she leaned back. “You are going to send a team, correct?”
“I’ve already texted for them,” Nat explained as he groaned. “I won’t be the angel’s dirty man.”
“I don’t think what you are doing is dirty. You are saving lives,” Nikita countered and she stopped short of hanging up.
“I thought you weren’t going to do this any longer. You promised me!” Nat complained and Nikita turned off her computer. “I said I wouldn’t take care of things myself… I didn’t say that I wouldn’t try to stop it from happening.”
“Stop what?” Michael inquired from the doorway. Nikita clutched the phone and stared right at Michael. “Good luck Lieutenant.”
Michael stepped in and looked at the laptop as Nikita disconnected the phone. “What’s going on, Kita?”
“Just getting the police on task,” Nikita stated as she tried to flip the screen away but Michael grabbed the laptop up and walked away. He jerked his head to look at Nikita. “The condo is gone… where are you running this from?"
“I have other places. Untraceable to hear…. I am careful,” Nikita held her head up high. Michael shook his head. “You said you had a headache…. Or was that a ploy to do this?”
“I couldn’t sleep and I had to get my mind off of things,” Nikita dully spoke as she stood up to reach out for the laptop. She got a hold of it and snapped it shut loudly. She was almost sure that she did some sort of damage to it to. Nikita rolled her head to the side. “Just leave me be.”
“How can I do that, Kita? You have me so worried… just yesterday we were enjoying time together… and today, you are distant… and icy…” Michael questioned as he shook his head. “You don’t need to protect the world now.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Nikita spoke again and Michael shook his head from side to side. “No… I don’t think that is it. Why couldn’t you sleep?”
Nikita looked at the lab and then back at Michael. Her body started to twitch. She started to hurt actually as her body tensed up. Nikita exhaled and looked at the door again. “She is in there.”
Michael felt like he had just been thrown in ice water. He knew what Nikita was saying, but his words came before his thoughts did. “Who? What are you talking about?”
“I can’t stay,” Nikita shook her head back and forth as she rubbed at her elbows with her hands. She stared at the lab and Michael stepped in front of the door. “Kita, it’s just evidence…”
“It’s her,” Nikita rasped as she stepped backwards. Michael reached for Nikita to only have Nikita push him away. “It’s in there… it’s in this house… I can’t… I can’t even rest…”
“You did yesterday,” Michael commented as he pointed out the truth. Nikita looked up with her blue eyes and then she stepped away. “Don’t make this harder, Michael.”
“You can’t go.”
“I can’t stay,” Nikita rubbed at her chest as her body hurt so bad right now. Michael walked around Nikita and blocked her path. “The condo is gone…. Rhoda isn’t at the convent any longer…”
“Then I’ll make sure that the police actually do their job… I’ll go do something productive,” Nikita hissed out as squared her body to Michael. “Don’t make me hurt you to get out.”
“You already are hurting me,” Michael whispered as he looked at Nikita. “It hurts when you can’t let me in and you can’t listen to me… I can tell that something is really wrong right now… That your mind is speeding along and you can’t stop it.”
Nikita didn’t flinch. She stared at Michael as she chewed the inside of her lip. “I can’t stay…. I have other places.”
Michael didn’t doubt that. He held a laptop that had showed that she had at least one other place that was running equipment. He rubbed his hand through his hair. “What if I go into the lab right now and start processing? Will that help?”
Nikita didn’t answer. She glanced at the door and Michael took a chance. He moved towards the lab and saw that Nikita was studying his moves. He entered the combination to the lab and opened the door.
But once in, the door was slammed and Michael knew one thing.
Nikita had left.
He learned another thing quickly too.
She locked him in.
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