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Date Posted: Wednesday, January 12, 05:50:31pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 127+" on Wednesday, January 12, 05:48:16pm
Michael nervously shifted his weight from side to side. He couldn’t believe that his machines seemed to be running so slowly. Logically he knew that this process was long, but emotionally, it felt like it had been forever so far.
Once this machine was done, then Michael had several more steps to do before he actually had a sample in the quality that he wanted it to compare out in databases. The reality was the probability of their daughter being in one of those databases was astronomically high that Michael tried not to think about it.
He wasn’t sure what he felt right now. He felt sort of hungry and he sort of just didn’t feel right. Michael was just agitated in his mind and he thought it had everything to do with this work. He had gotten enough sleep and he had eaten, so there was no reason to just feel so off kilter.
The phone rang and Michael was almost relieved to move away from the processing machine. “Davenport?”
“No. It’s Santa Claus,” Walter huffed; slightly annoyed of the way that Michael answered the phone. Michael rubbed his face and sighed. “Davenport was on his way back.”
“With Mick?”
“No,” Michael replied sadly as he wished Mick was found already. “We lost him when he left London.”
“Damn, I was hoping that it was something like that…” Walter spoke and Michael walked to the sink to get some water. “What?”
“I just have this feeling, Michael… You know…” Walter drawled out and Michael placed the glass down. Walter always famous for having these feelings, often before missions that had something go wrong, but Walter had supplied you with something to be sure that you were safe. “Is Nikita ok?”
“You gave her your recipes,” Michael accosted Walter immediately. It only served to make Walter laugh. Michael rolled his eyes. “You should have quartered some of those recipes…”
“Nothing with having crepes for a week, Michael,” Walter chuckled. He stopped quickly. “Are you sure that she is ok?”
“She isn’t telling me something… a lot of some things…” Michael admitted as he felt the knots in his neck starting to throb. “I think she is telling me all about her PTSD flashes… she talks for a good bit…”
“Are they things that she should be waiting until night to tell you?” Walter inquired as he was privy to the arrangement that Michael and Nikita had. There was silence as Michael tried to figure out how to answer. “Michael?”
“It seems sanitized,” Michael whispered as he dropped his head. “You know, Walter… maybe you are feeling the fact that I’m working on the DNA sample.”
“That’s not it,” Walter declared firmly. “I should come down…”
“Davenport is going to be back shortly,” Michael warned and he picked up the glass of water. Reality set in firmly. “You are already on your way down.”
“I can’t surprise you, can I?”
“You can surprise me, Walter,” Michael corrected as he walked back to the machine and frowned. “Don’t just go to the house… I’m at the lab.”
“I know,” Walter chuckled again. “I actually tried to call your cell phone before I left.”
“I should go get that cell phone. I left it at home when I had to get Adam to school,” Michael groaned as the machine started to beep, indicating that a process was done. “Hey, Walter… I don’t think you need to come down to us… but since you are… behave yourself.”
“I’ll come to the lab,” Walter sing-songed.”
“I have to go… I need to work on this,” Michael spoke as he placed the glass down and stared at the machine. He was getting closer and that was so important right now.
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