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Date Posted: Sunday, January 16, 07:48:41pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 127+" on Wednesday, January 12, 05:48:16pm
Davenport walked into the house and looked around. He had stopped to talk to some of the other investigators that he worked with of late and asked them to work with Jason to find Mick Schtoppel. He just couldn’t believe that he had lost him in London and he just wanted Mick to be found. He wasn’t sure what type of piece he could be in this puzzle, but he was.
But in the kitchen in front of him was Dr. Ellie Hlad and Davenport knew that he had to do something about the tension that had grown between them. Both of them were here to help Nikita and he felt horrible for the way that he had treated her earlier. He had been scared and he took it out on her.
“How is everyone?” Davenport asked as he entered the kitchen. Ellie looked at him and turned away. “Michael is with Nikita. Adam can’t keep food down and refused to drink anything now.”
“And where is Walter? With Adam?” Davenport inquired.
“Adam doesn’t need someone with him at all times,” Ellie snapped as she turned on the water to the sink, deciding that she was going to wash the few dishes that were there.
Davenport knew that it was his fault for this reception and he put the ginger ale on the table and leaned against the refrigerator. “I didn’t think Adam would need someone with him. I’m just wondering where Walter is.”
“He went to Michael’s lab. In a couple hours I’ll get Nikita to a radiology lab for some x-rays and Walter is producing B4910,” Ellie stared at the bubbles as they started to multiple in the sink. “Do you want to question my decision?”
Davenport watched as Ellie turned to glare at him. She was stressed and Davenport sighed heavily as he attempted to look as soft as possible, which he knew wasn’t that easy for a man like him. He stepped closer to Ellie and leaned against the counter. “I’m not going to question about the plans. I would like to know what B4910.”
“You’ve had it a couple times,” Ellie snorted as she shook her head. “It’s a medical compound that Section developed to mend bones quickly. It has to be injected into the bone so the bone heals from the inside out. Normally we have operatives sedated just for an injection.”
“I thought I was given a shot or a pill… something like that,” Davenport leaned away as he thought about it. He started to rub his jaw. “You mean someone put a needle directly into my broken jaw, once?”
“For you, it was four times. Each side of the break requires the injection,” Ellie corrected as she looked at Davenport. “Be glad you were sedated.”
“You’ve mentioned that,” Davenport stated as he started to really think what she was saying. Then he jerked away even more. “You mean that Nikita is going to get this without sedation?”
“I don’t just treat my patients without their consent now that I’m out of Section,” Ellie warned and Davenport sighed. “Look… I know that you are upset at me…”
“You don’t respect me,” Ellie huffed and Davenport moved over to pull the water into the other sink before the bubbles overflowed. “I was scared, Dr. Hlad. Nikita means a lot to me and I don’t think I knew how much until I saw her like that today.”
Ellie looked at Davenport and dunk her hands in the sink as she thought about what he said. She sniffed and looked away. “I care about her too, Davenport. She got me out. I was the last one that she got out.”
“I didn’t know that,” Davenport whispered as he took the dish that she washed and started to rinse it and then dry it off. “She is pretty amazing.”
“I guess you know her longer…”
“I knew her when she was green and Michael was just saving her neck left and right. I guess I should have figured out that something was going on with those two a lot sooner than when I thought it started,” Davenport shook his head slightly from side to side. “But they were the two operatives that you wanted out on a mission with you. You knew the likelihood of you returning from a mission was a lot higher when you were on a team with them.”
“I can’t imagine what the pressure was like for people like you… the cold operatives,” Ellie swung her head from side to side. “It was difficult in MedLab… but we often didn’t have guns pointed to our heads.”
“You had to patch us all up again,” Davenport shook his head as he took the next dish that Ellie had washed. He rolled it in his hands and blinked his eyes. “And not only from missions. I remember the doctor that got completely verbally slaughtered by Michael when he brought Nikita back from the mission where she almost turned into an assassinator… if he didn’t get rid of the impacts of that brainwashing, you would have been having parts of that doctor all over MedLab even when you finally got brought in.”
Ellie smirked and picked up a glass to wash. “I’ve heard stories about how Michael would observe everything in MedLab….”
“And half the time Michael and Nikita got treatment from Walter and bypassed MedLab,” Davenport snickered as he thought about it. “I don’t know how they got away with it, really.”
Ellie had wondered that the more that she got to hear the stories from everyone in this make-shift family. She worked on the dishes and when she was pulling out the drain stop, she turned to look at Davenport. “Nikita was brainwashed?”
“One time it was by a machine… and it was really brainwashing… the second time was more like manipulation…” Davenport nodded his head up and down. “You didn’t know that?”
“It’s not in her files,” Ellie firmly announced. Davenport nodded his head. “Madeline and Paul wouldn’t have allowed that in any database pertaining to operatives. They weren’t to be doing experiments on any operative. Center would have fried Madeline and Paul for that.”
Ellie leaned against the sink and shook her head. “Brainwashing?”
“Yeah… and they never would have put anything on the record about when they gave Nikita a whole personality swap…. That Gelman Process was wicked…. But Michael might have records on that,” Davenport explained as if this information wasn’t that important. Ellie turned to face Davenport straight on. “Why wasn’t I told of any of this?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Davenport shrugged his shoulders. “Does it matter?”
“For a patient with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Added into the fact that she had been brainwashed like three times? Yeah, it’s important!” Ellie stomped away and into the living room. Davenport groaned as he followed after her. “Look… how am I supposed to know what is important?”
“You aren’t. So you should tell me everything,” Ellie huffed and Davenport turned around and slapped the wall. He looked at the wall and then turned back to see Ellie pulling out a laptop. He walked over and slapped it down. “You can’t handle learning it all. But let’s start with the fact that I went into that kitchen just now so I could apologize for being a jerk earlier. I reacted irresponsibly and scared. That isn’t normally who I am, but I guess you don’t care to know that.”
Ellie dropped her head and rubbed her forehead. She was just out of sorts and she had no idea where she was going. She wanted to tell everyone that she was guessing and that was an awful feeling for a doctor. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Davenport.”
“That’s a crock of bullshit,” Davenport tossed his head from side to side. “You are here trying to help like all the rest of us. We all know that we are going to make mistakes and we can’t be right all the time. So get over it and stop beating yourself up about not knowing it all. No one knows it all.”
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