TT 17 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 22:58:52 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 17
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Nikita sighed as she finished checking in with Section. She had just finished writing three profiles for important missions and she was beat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to report to the sub-station in Chicago next week and she still had to keep up her Section duties. Standing up she went to the answer machine, its little red blinking light beckoning to her. pushing the button she smiled slightly at the deep, accented voice on the tape.

�Hello, Nikita, it�s Michael Samuelle. I�m just calling to say thanks for keeping me company last night. I wanted to know if this weekend you would like to go see a movie or something. Give me a call at the firehouse. 521-0988. Bye.�

Glancing at her watch she picked up the phone and dialed the number. Biting her lower lip nervously she took a deep breath as the other line was answered.

�Hello.�

�Uh, I�m looking for Michael Samuelle. This is Nikita Pierce,� she said.

�Sure thing hang on, miss,� the man replied. �Yo, Chief, phone call for you.�

�Thanks. Yes,� he said as he put the phone to his ear.

�Michael, it�s Nikita.�

�Hi, how are you?�

�I�m okay. You?�

Michael smiled softly as he leaned against the wall, one arm crossed over his chest. �Better now.�

�I�m glad I could be of service. So what�s this about going out this weekend?�

�Would you like to go out with me this Saturday?�

�I�d love too. Pick me up around seven. As much as I hate to cut this conversation short, I�m beat.,� she yawned.

�Of course. I�ll see you Saturday. Sweet dreams Nikita.�

�Thanks, night,� she said softly before hanging up the phone.

Michael hung up the phone a slight smile curving his lips. His reverie was broken by snickers. Looking up he saw a few of the guys chuckling at his dreamy expression. Pushing off the wall he shook his head and began to walk away. When one of them moved to make a comment he raised his hand.

�Not one word or all of you will be running the hose drills until you vomit.�

When he was out of sight the sound of laughter rang through the firehouse. Laughing softly Michael sat at his desk and began typing on his computer.

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TT 18 -- Repost Fairy, 22:59:45 05/03/02 Fri