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Date Posted: Sunday, January 23, 10:51:18pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 139+" on Friday, January 21, 06:23:12pm
“Mick!” Nikita shouted as she was out the door of the museum, running quickly and following the man who was now running at full speed. She knew that it had to be him. She watched as he dashed across the street. Nikita dodged an oncoming car and jumped over a bench to follow the man into the woods. “Stop, Mick! Stop!”
He looked over his shoulder and Nikita almost stopped because she absolutely knew that it was Mick. She didn’t understand how he just suddenly showed up in the museum in the town where she was. After he had disappeared from London, part of her mind had decided that she would never see him again.
The leaves were slippery and Nikita slipped slightly as she started down the hill. But Mick was having the same problems. He hit into a tree trunk hard that had fallen, but he kept on moving. Yet, the jarring movement was enough to slow him down so that Nikita could launch her body against him and force him to the ground.
And then started to roll down the hill, head over heels several times over.
“Damn,” Mick swore as he leaned his head back against the ground as they finally got onto level ground. “Get off of me…”
“Mick,” Nikita huffed as she pushed her battered body to straddle Mick and to keep him pinned to the ground.
That was when there was another noise being heard. “Nikita!”
“Watch the camera!” Nikita ordered as she looked up at the hill and the path that she had tumble with Mick. She looked down to Mick and he was turning white. “Why did you run?”
“Is that Michael?” Mick pushed his arms to the side and tried to sit up. Nikita pushed him back down. “Why did you run?”
“You are the head of Section!” Mick declared and Nikita pulled her hands off of Mick’s body. “Section doesn’t exist any longer.”
“Kita…. Is it him?” Michael called out as he placed the camera down on a large rock so he could hurry down the hill to be by her. He had caught the tail end of her flight after the man to see her blonde hair twisting as she rolled down the hill with the man.
“Yes,” Nikita panted as she nodded her head up and down. She looked at Mick and nodded her head. “It is Michael.”
“How? I’m so confused…” Mick questioned as he shook his head. “You never said that he was alive.”
“You never asked if he was dead,” Nikita rolled back slightly, but keeping Mick right where he was. “You were in London.”
“So you had Davenport there.”
“For another reason,” Nikita swallowed hard as she turned her head to look at Michael. “Michael… this is hard.”
“Are you hurt?” Michael asked as he finally made it down. At that point, Nikita pulled away from Mick as she was sure that he wouldn’t try to run now. Michael would not allow him to run and it was clear that things weren’t as scary as Mick thought that they could.
“Ask my Popsicle, but don’t ask me? I’m the one that she tackled like I was the quarterback!” Mick declared with a huff as he stood up and started to dust the leaves off of his body. “But I’m fine.”
“Mick,” Michael spoke and Mick tensed up and looked at Nikita. Things were starting to click together in his mind and he shook his head. “Oh no you didn’t…. wait… you did…. And you made me do it for you.”
Nikita turned away from Mick and took a few steps away. Michael looked at Nikita and focused back on Mick. “We should go talk at the house.”
“You share a house?” Mick inquired as he stepped back and looked at Michael. Nikita may have been the head of Section, but he never scared Mick as much as Michael scared him. “Look… I didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t tell me anything. I guess I thought that there was a chance that the baby was yours, but it was never confirmed and I had thought that you were dead and I guess the timing just didn’t sink into my head… I would have never given her up if I would have known that you were the father, Michael. I would have found something else to do… I swear!”
”Hello, Jackson Whipple here,” Mick answered the phone as Nikita clutched the phone. She looked around the Perch and found it almost difficult to speak. Mick was growing tired of the silence. “Hello?”
“Mick,” Nikita finally spoke as she turned her back on the ground below and tried to think of somewhere else that was not Section. She wasn’t sure when the last time was that she had actually talked to Mick, let alone faced him in person. She usually had DVDs sent to him.
“Called to chat?” Mick questioned as he almost chuckled. Nikita felt her body shiver. “I wanted to let you know personally that you will no longer be needed for duty.”
There was a long pause and Nikita looked up at the ceiling. Mick always had some sort of comeback. “I haven’t been officially on the duty list for a long time, Popsicle.”
The way he said Popsicle made Nikita realize that she wasn’t ever going to hear it again. She exhaled and still couldn’t talk. It was Mick who finally spoke again. “Perhaps we can get together for some chow… talk about things.”
“There will never be any further talking, Mick,” Nikita snapped as she had to just finish this conversation. “It’s over.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This is what is best,” Nikita answered but she really didn’t give him an answer.
“How can I help you, Popsicle? You know… I want to do whatever I can…” Mick offered and Nikita wanted to tell him that he had helped her by doing the most important thing of getting her daughter to safety, but still now, it wasn’t safe to mention that inside of Section. “Live your life, Mick.”
“Michael,” Nikita turned and looked at him. “I had a flash…”
Michael moved towards Nikita and Mick frowned. “A what?”
“She has PTSD, Mick,” Michael snapped as he pulled Nikita into his arms. He didn’t think Nikita could talk right now. “You should come with us, Mick. We have a lot to talk about.”
“I don’t know where your daughter is!”
“We have other things to talk about,” Michael corrected Mick immediately. Michael pulled away and stroked Nikita’s face. “Can we get home and talk about this?”
“My camera,” Nikita rasped and Michael pointed up the hill. He rubbed at Nikita’s forehead. “Are you sure that you aren’t hurt?”
“I want to go home,” Nikita rasped as she suddenly didn’t even care if Mick came with them at all. Nikita didn’t even notice that it was Mick who retrieved her camera when Michael started to walk up the path with her.
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