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Date Posted: Saturday, November 13, 12:41:30pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 50+" on Saturday, November 13, 12:37:29pm
Walter stood outside the room and looked from side to side. He had promised Michael that he would not enter Nikita’s room yet. He wanted to see her and just to tell her that he would protect her. Walter knew that it was because he saw the pictures of the condo that Nikita had set up. After escaping the place that she was trapped in and was dying in internally, she had made her own version of it once she was out.
To Walter – that was crazy.
Twisting his tired hands together, Walter looked down the hallway and saw the officers milling about and not really paying attention. It would have been so easy for Nikita to slip pass those officers. Walter hadn’t seen a sign of Davenport and he hoped that it was a good thing.
Michael appeared from the opposite direction and Walter exhaled. “You still are silent.”
“Some habits don’t disappear,” Michael replied as he glanced into the room and stilled.
“What is it?” Walter asked as he saw Michael’s frozen state. “Did she leave?”
“No,” Michael stepped back as he could not believe that Nikita had stayed in the hospital room. In ways, Michael had hoped to see the spunk he knew that Nikita had in her. He had hoped to find the room empty, although he wouldn’t admit it.
Michael turned and handed out his phone to Walter. “Look at the last picture.”
Walter groaned. “I can’t look at more pictures of her own private hell, Michael. I left that place behind.”
“Look at the picture,” Michael ordered Walter with a harsh whisper. Michael was looking from side to side, knowing that this Everett should be here any time soon.
Walter turned the backlight on the phone and blinked as he saw a beautiful picture of a sky. “Didn’t your son teach you how to make sure not to take snapshots when you are putting your phone away. This is the picture of the sky…”
“It’s the painting that is on the ceiling at Nikita’s condo,” Michael corrected as he took the phone out of Walter’s hands. “Hand-painted… even the birds.”
Walter’s worn face lightened up some and Michael slapped Walter’s arm. “She is inside that shell, Walter.”
“It’s going to take some time,” Walter warned and Michael licked his lips as he jerked his head up and down just once. “I need you to position yourself down the hallway… I don’t know what Everett looks like…”
“Walter!” a younger man exclaimed as he waved his hand in the air. Michael turned slowly and saw the barely twenty-five year old man with a small frame walking towards Walter.
“It’s good to see you Tom. I know that I had to take a few days away… and the boys are disappointed…” Walter conversed and Michael pressed his hands together. This was bad timing.
“Things happen and I’m sure that you have been busy with other things… more important things,” Tom replied as he shook Walter’s hands. “Hopefully no one in your family is ill…”
Walter nervously looked to Michael and then back to Tom. “It’s a complicated situation… I want you to meet my friend, Michael.”
“Hello,” Tom nodded his head as he extended his hand. Michael took the hand and stepped forward. “Your name isn’t Tom.”
“Hello Michael Samuelle,” he man spoke and Walter’s friendliness dropped as his mind started to spin. Tom lifted his hand. “Walter… I never knew that you were going to settle around me when I was assigned… and I had one specific task given to me and it is the only task I do in my part of my life there… I am Tom Geiger, operations officer for the Second Grandparents Program…”
“But he is also Everett D’Octavi, Nikita’s handler,” Michael finished as he pulled his hand away and put his body more in front of Nikita’s door. “I recognized the voice since you called me two more times since I said to meet me here.”
“I was hoping to find out what is going on…” Tom spoke as he looked around. “And we should probably do it without an audience. The officer down the hallway is probably calling Lieutenant McCarty as we speak.”
Michael was stuck and he opened the door to Nikita’s room. She turned her head and then rolled away. Michael heard the gasp from Tom and waited for him to enter. Then Michael nodded for Walter to enter. “Kita… you have some guests… to talk about how we are going to get you out of the hospital and out of the minds of the police.”
Nikita turned her head again and she did not seem to register Tom at all. But her body jerked forward, then away, then forward again as she saw Walter. Walter was frozen in that moment and he was also taken back by how Nikita looked. “Oh, Sugar…”
Nikita didn’t speak. She looked at Walter. Her hand moved to the railing as if she was going to reach to him but it stopped. Michael nervously looked at Walter was pleased that Walter wasn’t rushing this. Walter had heard all that was going on and knew that it was not the woman he knew.
It was also easy to see that Nikita was being inundated by memories and not all of them were pleasant. She finally turned her head away and her hand bounced up and down. Michael stepped towards the bed. “Nikita, do you know Everett D’Octavi?”
“You were to call me,” Tom spoke as he stayed where he was. “I offered to help you with everything… but you said that it was your job to finish…”
Michael looked at Tom and he rubbed his hands together. “You could have given yourself friends as your guards those last couple months, Nikita. You took men that you didn’t trust to guard your life… and I know that you had to get rid of them after Section… That was not meant to be your job.”
Nikita’s shoulders tightened up and then she slapped her hand against the railing. “Leave.”
“You were to contact me, Nikita. I had funds arranged for you and even had some training opportunities… we wanted to give you a good start to things… We know of the personal sacrifices that you did – how you let Michael go,” Tom shook his head from side to side. “We were going to help you find Michael if you didn’t go find him yourself.”
Michael stepped as he knew that this was a rough way to do this. Although he didn’t like what this man had done as Nikita’s handler, Michael tended to believe him. He had the intelligence to not get into a tough love scenario with Nikita and did not even seem too upset that she had waited months to contact him – and that was only because Michael had found him.
“I think it will be easier for all of us if we could have this conversation in a private location,” Michael spoke up as he looked at Tom. Michael wasn’t even concerned about the dual identities that this man had. It was clear that Tom had done that to split his life in the intelligence community separate from his other life. Some people had that luxury.
Nikita looked at Michael and swallowed hard. “You found the penthouse.”
Michael nodded his head up and down. Nikita closed her eyes, but Michael wasn’t sure if it was because of shame, anger, or any other numerous reasons. But none of this was the appropriate place for this. Not with Nathaniel McCarty coming soon. “Can you help get through some of this legal paperwork?”
“Get around the police?” Tom chuckled slightly as he already started to nod his head up and down. “I can have that managed within the hour… it will take longer for the doctors to work on the discharge papers.”
Michael eased away from the bed and nodded his head. It was clear that Nikita was not going to talk to Tom or Walter right now. She was shutting down the entrance into her life right now and Michael knew that Tom had lots of questions and would need answers to handle getting Nikita out of there to the point that Nat wouldn’t bother them any further.
And Michael wasn’t sure what to do about Rhoda.
“We can go and take care of these things… I can give you details,” Michael offered as he looked at Walter. Walter could stay in the room with Nikita.
Slap!
Michael heard it as everyone did along with feel it. Nikita’s hand had moved off the railing and had clasped roughly around his arm. Michael looked down at the hand and then over to Nikita. Her face was pressed down against her shoulder and the pillow. She couldn’t look at him and she didn’t mutter a word – but it was clear.
She wanted him to stay.
Michael took a step backwards in the hopes of getting Nikita to loosen her grip, but she continued to press her fingers tightly around his arm and Michael noticed the small shakes her entire body had right now. She was in a bad place but had reached out to him.
“I know most of the details… probably more than you know about what happened after that day,” Walter jumped right in as he stepped forward and placed an arm out to guide Tom towards the door. “I’ll take care of this part, Michael.”
“I can fix whatever has happened with the police… it won’t be an issue,” Tom indicated and Walter grinned. “And the physical evidence should be gone momentarily…. Within in the next couple hours.”
Walter paused and tilted his head to the side. He didn’t need to say it. It would probably almost be done if Michael’s son had sweet-talked Jason into letting him help.
“I’m staying here, Kita,” Michael said out loud for her benefit as he used his other hand to pat her hand. She pulsed her squeeze and Michael watched as the two men left the room. Michael saw the police officers pass the room to glance in to see that Nikita was still there. Michael stood there as Nikita held onto him like a life preserver.
She had reached out for him.
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