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Date Posted: 11:14:23 04/10/02 Wed
Author: Leigh
Subject: Re: Holiday, 52
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Holiday, 46" on 01:14:00 04/01/02 Mon

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Nikita let herself quietly into Michael’s apartment. Her flight had not arrived till after 8pm and by the time she had gotten past traffic and reached his apartment, it was almost ten o’clock.

The lights were off except for a small lamp in the hall. Disappointed at the thought that he had already turned in for the night, she closed and locked the door quietly and then set her bag down. A moment later she jumped, startled, when light flooded the room. Michael stood by the kitchen watching her.

Nikita let out a relieved sigh, her hand at her throat, and then she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “You scared me. I thought you were asleep.”

“You should have told me,” Michael said, walking toward her. “I would have come to the airport.”

Nikita met him halfway, a smile on her lips. “I wanted to surprise you.” Her weariness from the day’s travel melted away as Michael held his arms out and she stepped readily into his embrace. “Surprise,” she whispered, a moment before she closed her eyes and tilted her face up to his.

His kiss was warm and welcoming, his hold on her tight. Nikita gave a small moan of satisfaction when he finally released her. She leaned against him, her arms draped round his neck and her forehead pressed to his. “It’s good to be home.”

Michael didn’t say anything, but his pulse quickened further at her choice of words. “I’m glad you’re back too,” he said.

Much later, when they lay in bed and Nikita was half-asleep in his arms, Michael ran his fingers very slowly and lightly down her back. She relaxed under his touch and snuggled closer to him.

“You had some phone messages,” he said, his voice very quiet.

Nikita made a small noise in the back of her throat. She didn’t open her eyes.

“I wrote them down for you.”

She gave a half-nod. “Thank you.”

Michael paused, uncertain if he should go on. If he didn’t tell her, she would find out anyway. Still moving his hand slowly over her skin, Michael leaned over and pressed his lips to her hair. And then he said in that same quiet voice, “Stephen Caldwell called.”

It took two seconds, and then Nikita awakened and stiffened beneath his touch. She pulled back and her eyes, widening, met his. “Stephen?”

For a brief second Michael felt almost guilty, as if he had peeked in on a secret that he shouldn’t have. His eyes lowered. He placed his hand over hers and linked their fingers. “Your calls were forwarded here,” he explained, and Nikita, remembering, gave a small nod. But she still remained silent, lost in her own thoughts. After another long pause, she sighed and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling, the sleep gone from her eyes. “Did he say what he wanted?”

“No.”

A minute passed with nothing said, and then Nikita turned her head to Michael. Her eyes searched his, seeking an answer to a question she didn’t want to ask. Her lips formed a small smile but her eyes were shuttered, hiding her thoughts from him. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” she said, finally, and then leaned over and brushed her lips over his. “Goodnight.”

Michael watched as she turned over and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. She wasn’t going to tell him anything. That surprised him. And then, feeling slighted and disappointed, Michael lay back and stared into the dark for a long time before sleep finally came to him.

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