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Date Posted: Saturday, November 06, 06:48:45pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 34+" on Saturday, November 06, 06:47:33pm
Michael winced with physical pain as he saw the first picture of Joe. Without a doubt, it was Nikita. To see her like that, a shell of the woman that Michael knew her to be, told Michael that he did not need to worry so much about this being a mission. He had to worry about her emotional health.
Walter had seen the photographs first when Davenport did not want to turn them over to Michael. After Michael had told Davenport to start watching her, it had taken Nikita three days to be found. But since then, Davenport and his partner, Jasper, had been watching Nikita pretty steady. Jasper had even been in the convent as part of the police recruits to place some cameras and he had walked passed Nikita the previous day and she didn’t even look at him.
Davenport said he was being careful but he felt that he didn’t need to be because from watching Nikita, she wasn’t acting at all like the trained deadly operative that she had been. In fact, Davenport had urged Michael to move quickly. It was when Michael said that he needed proof about why he should move before having the full truth that Davenport decided to hand over the photographs that had been gathered.
Michael got to the next photograph and turned his head away. They hadn’t told him that they had managed to put a camera in Nikita’s room and once Michael found out, he told them to disable it. But there was a still photo and Michael could tell that Nikita was also physically hurting.
It also was more proof that somehow she was pulling off all of the work that the angel was doing. While he understood Nikita’s mind telling her that she had to make up for what she had done, Michael worried that she wouldn’t stop. Her body showed bruises when she had pulled her shirt off that were a mottled mess of old healing bruises and new bruises.
It also showed how thin and slender Nikita had gotten. She always was on the slender side, but after training with Michael, she had a muscular body. Now, the muscles were there, but it was clear that her body was wasting away.
“Dad?” Adam called out as he stood at the opened door to the lab. Michael had gotten Jason to tighten up his security on his computer so that Adam couldn’t break into it. Within four hours of doing so, Adam was trying to do exactly what Michael had feared. His son was too smart for his own good and Michael was worried about all of the childhood milestones that he was robbing Adam of because of his own life.
Turning the pictures over, Michael turned to put his body between the pictures and his son. “Yes, Adam?”
“Can you go for her now?” Adam asked as he stood there, looking at his father tired.
Adam had told Michael about how he had been close to the convent when Walter had dropped him off that day. He told Michael everything and Michael didn’t punish his son for doing what he had done. Michael had been driving in the area a few times himself, although he never got out and the tinted windows would have never showed him to Nikita if he had seen her.
“I’m thinking about it,” Michael admitted as he sat there. “But even if I go to see Nikita, it doesn’t mean that she is going to come back here. You do realize that, right?”
“Why wouldn’t she? We can be her family,” Adam replied and Michael dropped his head slightly. “Adam…”
“I know that all of you are worried about how she is… but maybe once you show up… that will be enough to heal her!” Adam declared and Michael stood up and pushed Adam out of the lab and into the kitchen. “I know that this is taking forever, Adam. It’s natural to just want things to be better right away. But Nikita is going to have to explain about a lot of things and I’m sure that coming back here right away will be too difficult for Nikita.”
“But once you are together you can go for my sister!”
Michael rubbed Adam’s shoulders as he stopped at the sink and got some water. Michael swallowed the liquid even as he heard Adam’s foot impatiently tapping up and down. This was something that Michael wasn’t prepared to talk about. He had many mixed feelings about this and he wasn’t about to discuss them with his son. It had to be something that he had to talk out with Nikita first.
“Dad!”
“Adam,” Michael snapped as he placed the glass down on the counter. Counting to three, Michael turned and looked at his son. “If we look for her, that will be a decision I make with Nikita. I won’t just do that because you want a sister.”
Adam looked like he had been slapped. “But you always said that my opinion matters!”
“This would be a decision for me to make with Nikita,” Michael declared again and Adam stomped. Michael jerked and then Adam turned and stomped up the stairs while declaring that his father hated all children, didn’t understand how much it would mean to his sister to have the family that she should have and how wrong his father was that his opinion didn’t matter.
Michael placed his hands on either side of his body against the counter and slumped. He had found a way to push his thoughts about his daughter to the background and now she had to be moved back even further. The first step had to be about Nikita and Michael knew that the first step was not going to be easy. There was not going to be an instant fix there. He could only hope that Nikita didn’t run.
But she could.
Hell, Michael was sure if the positions were switched, Michael would run.
Michael would find out what Nikita would do.
Tomorrow.
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