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Date Posted: Friday, November 19, 06:43:36pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 57+" on Thursday, November 18, 06:39:07pm
Nikita looked up at the quaint house that was Michael’s and paused at the end of the walkway. She had not left long ago and she had walked a couple blocks over and then around. She wasn’t sure where she was going until she found herself standing where she was standing right now. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Davenport and nodded her head slightly.
She had walked aimlessly before, circling back where she had been before. It happened often when she was at the convent. Usually whenever Rhoda would just push her too far on her past. Nikita now stepped forward towards the house and rubbed her hands.
There was no white picket fence and there was no dog, but it was still a family house. There were neighbors to either side, but not too close at all. It was not a small house even though it felt quaint. It was large enough for Michael to have a large area for his lab so he could work from the house. Nikita was even sure that there was at least one more guestroom that Davenport had been sleeping in. She wasn’t sure if Walter was staying over or not.
Inside that house were Michael and Adam. Nikita lifted her hand to her lips and she could still feel how Michael felt against her lips. She wanted to lose herself in those feelings – being in the moment. She was with the man that showed her what love was even in the worse situation that no one could ever imagine. Yet, Nikita dropped her hand, knowing that Michael was correct to pull away from her in those heated moments.
She wasn’t herself.
Nikita turned and sat on the stairs that led to the house. She looked out at the street and to the lawn. She leaned over her knees and took a deep breath, her mind filling with too many thoughts and none of them good. It was another reason why it was so easy to try to escape to the physical lust that she had for Michael, because her mind had stopped.
It was not a surprise when the door opened. She didn’t have to turn. Davenport had called as soon as she started towards the house. “Michael.”
“I’m glad that you came back,” Michael responded as he closed the door. He was moving slowly and he eventually sat down on the stairs with Nikita but with plenty of space between himself and Nikita.
“No where…” Nikita lifted her head to look up at the sky. She knew what she wanted to say and it hurt her that the words just didn’t fully come out. But there was a barrier, as if she spoke too much that she would get hurt. But she also knew that Michael would know what she was trying to say.
“You are always welcomed here, Kita,” Michael responded with a gentle voice. “I know about your condo… and I’m sure that your room at the convent is still there. You do have options and I’m just glad that you selected to come back here.”
Closing her eyes, Nikita rubbed her ankles with her hands and didn’t turn to look at Michael. “Use… alone…”
Michael didn’t speak right away and it caused Nikita to tentatively look at him. He tilted his head to the side as Nikita looked at him and merely nodded his head slightly up and down – he understood what she had tried to say. “Had… job to protect.”
“You could have explained to Walter… or someone more that you trusted… they would have stayed, Kita. They would have taken on that risk with you,” Michael pointed out as he knew that Walter would have given up his life for Nikita, if it helped her out at all.
“Too… dangerous…” Nikita shook her head as she looked up at the line of the porch, blinking back tears. She had thought about what Michael had said, but she couldn’t do what she was being asked to do without knowing that they were out on the outside. They didn’t deserve the evil reality that others had in Section when she had finally closed down Section. “Not given… date.”
Now Michael understood more. Nikita wasn’t given a timetable about when things were going to happen and when they were going to tell her to finalize the plans to close up Section One. She didn’t know if she had days, months, years, or what timeframe. She was willing to sacrifice herself and her own safety to make sure that she didn’t miss anyone.
“Missions… “ Nikita swallowed hard. “They didn’t end.”
Nikita looked at Michael with wide eyes as she could remember the many times that she had setup the Perch to look like she was observing missions while she actually left Section by herself, without the guards, to participate in a mission, because she had no one on the teams to ensure that they would occur. “Save the world… Keep safe,” Nikita muttered as she shook her head.
“You went out on missions? How?” Michael asked and Nikita looked at Michael. He was stunned. “You were in charge… you shouldn’t have gone out… at all.”
“Must succeed…” Nikita rasped as she sat up and rubbed her hands against her knees. She rubbed at her eyes, erasing the dampness that was there. “To be sure.”
Michael moved closer to Nikita. Nikita must have been threatened or at least felt threatened that if a mission went badly or perhaps a very important mission went bad, that orders to finish off Section would happen with her still inside also. He took Nikita’s hand and squeezed it. “You can talk to me about anything, Kita. I was in Section long enough to know the mind games that they do… even the powers that be…”
Nikita rubbed her neck a she could see her last contact with Section. She had gotten on the outside before issuing the commands that demolished all of Section and erased all traces of Section. Her two guards, a young guy known simply as Pimp and an older operative, who was dying of cancer but hadn’t been told named Ethan, weren’t told about what happened to Section. Neither were to live and Nikita had to make sure that they weren’t found.
Ethan was easy, Pimp wasn’t.
“My job,” Nikita rasped as she dropped her head, not wanting Michael to see her crying. She could see all of the blood that had to happen and she could remember disposing, destroying, and cleaning for what felt like weeks. Her handler-to-be had offered to take care of the problem of the guards. He had sent her the contact information and he had said a lot of things that Nikita wanted to believe. She had meant to call him, but she felt that if she was able to issue the commands to bring down all of Section, with living and breathing people inside of it – she should do the same for the two men that were guarding her.
“Let's go instead…. Get some coffee,” Michael suggested as he had stayed by her side as Nikita worked through whatever was stuck in her head. He also could tell that for now, Nikita was done talking.
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