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Date Posted: Saturday, November 27, 11:30:24pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 63+" on Thursday, November 25, 03:17:47pm
The Perch was dark as Nikita rolled her head to the side. There were three important missions in action right now, but she just wanted to sit down. Everyone was scattered around Section, working on their parts and Nikita was isolated above, like she had been for months.
She glanced at the computer screen and could see the tracking dot on Mick Schtoppel. He was exactly where she had anticipated that he would be at this time and she knew that it would be important information to have.
The ripple of pain radiated down her spin and through to her slightly distended stomach. Nikita placed her hands down on the roll of her stomach and exhaled as tears rolled out of her eyes. In the months since that night on the bridge, Nikita had worked hard to not think about Michael. She always had, but she had done a good job forcing herself not to want him to be there – until now.
Their child was going to be born. She was alone in The Perch, in what she considered to be hell, during a time that should be a happy moment. She felt the tremendous guilt for not being able to tell Michael and knew that the level of guilt that she felt right at that moment would only be toppled by the guilt that she would feel when she would send the baby out of Section.
She did not even plan on holding the baby.
Nikita sat down as she exhaled. It would be too early to call Walter. She had read enough about labor and knew that she was just starting labor. To tell Walter too soon would be dangerous. He would find a way to talk Nikita into keeping the baby or trying to tell her that it would be safe to somehow get the child to Michael. During a time that the pregnancy hormones would be more in charge than her rational mind, Nikita couldn’t give Walter that opportunity. He would not be called until she was ready to push.
As Nikita force her eyes to close, she felt the wetness that indicated that her water broke.
There was a pounding on the door and Nikita opened her eyes, ready to face someone who was trying to see her when she couldn’t be seen. However, what she saw in front of her wasn’t The Perch and she was no longer pregnant.
“Nikita, it has been four hours. You wanted us to move every four hours,” Ethan spoke as he opened the door to the small apartment that they had rented out for a week, although they would only be staying for a couple hours. Nikita clutched her mouth as she rubbed her hands together, knowing that Ethan soon had to die – or those who ordered Sections closed could come and find her and finish her off along with the two guards that Nikita couldn’t find a way to save.
“I’m just gathering information on what happened,” Nikita spoke as she looked up from the computer screen, not letting the wise man see the screen. She was actually playing some random game that she had found on the internet to pass time. She knew that she would not find any information about Section and she did not even want to access anything official in any way.
“You make the rules around here, Operations,” Pimp spoke as he wedged himself into the room. “Why can’t we help with the research.”
“Protection detail,” Nikita reminded him and Pimp rolled his eyes. “We’ve done this game before… maybe not for you… but we didn’t stay in these dive hotels… they have less security. We should be staying somewhere more upscale… I don’t know if I can trust what you are saying any longer.”
“Pimp,” Ethan warned and Nikita was stunned as Pimp stepped forward and snagged the laptop away from Nikita. “A game! A game!”
Nikita watched as the laptop was thrown against the wall. She shifted and prepared for what she should have done a while ago. Without hesitation, Nikita pulled her gun out and started point the gun and aim.
Nikita sat up in bed with her pulse racing and her body drenched. She gasped for air and found her hands tangled in the blanket. Her mind flashed to the memories of how Pimp looked as the first shot when right through his face. He was dead instantly and he probably never saw it coming with how fast that Nikita had moved. If she could have walked away from that, maybe it wouldn’t hurt, but the other memories swarmed her mind of disposing the bodies.
And the look of Ethan’s face when Nikita turned the gun towards him, he knew what she was doing.
With unsteady feet, Nikita moved out the bedroom and to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, but she couldn’t get her heart to stop racing. Her mind was flickering through the memories that she wanted to forget forever.
Walking out of the bathroom, Nikita stopped. She thought maybe if she went for a walk that her mind would stop. That was always what she had done. Walk until the memories stopped. Or find something to save until she could only focus on the mission and not on the memories.
But Nikita knew that she was tired. Her whole body simply hurt. Nikita didn’t feel like this even after she was beaten up. Everything felt heavy as if it was telling her that it would not find the off switch to her memories if she started to walk. Nikita turned her head slightly and saw Michael’s bedroom right there.
Using all of her skills, Nikita eased into the room without a sound. She stood there, on the side of the full size bed that Michael had in his room. She wasn’t sure why she thought he would have a larger bed. It confused her why the guest room bed had a queen size bed and his own room had a smaller bed. But it did not matter – Michael still slept on the one side and had a spot open for her to slip onto.
But as she eased on the bed and Michael’s breathing paused, but then settled right back into the slow inhale and exhale, Nikita knew that she needed more. Her heart was pounding. She closed her eyes and willed that just being near Michael would be enough – but her mind flashed back, combining those memories of the hours of labor alone along with pulling the trigger and disposing of the bodies together. She knew that she was crying and Nikita knew that just being there wasn’t enough.
Reaching a hand out to touch Michael’s arm, his skin felt hot.
Michael jerked in his sleep as something cold touched him. Flipping his head to the side quickly, he was shocked to see Nikita in his bed. He instantly could take in the rapid breathing, the tears in her eyes, the cool touch of her hand, but the damp look of her hair that spoke volumes. “Kita… are you ok?”
Nikita moved her head slightly from side to side in that negative motion. She looked at Michael as he shifted slightly, rubbing his eyes. She squeezed her eyes tightly and then looked at Michael, afraid that he would take her back to that guest room.
“What do you need, Kita?” Michael inquired as Nikita tightened her legs as she was curled up from her waist down. She twisted her hands around as she considered his question. Without a word, Nikita leaned her head towards Michael. Michael exhaled at a normal rate although his own heart was racing. “You have me here, Kita…. What else do you need?”
Nikita pushed at Michael and placed her head on Michael’s chest while he eased back down to the bed. She could hear Michael’s heart beat as Michael wrapped his arms around her body. The memories stopped coming on some strong as Nikita could hear Michael’s heartbeat in her ear.
Michael held onto Nikita tentatively. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but it was clear that right now Nikita needed him to physically be nearby for whatever reason. He also knew that this was not the time to talk. She needed to rest and Michael stroked her back gently while he could feel her body starting to relax.
Michael whispered to Nikita that it was going to be ok. He could tell when her mind finally drifted to sleep.
But he wasn’t about to sleep.
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