TT 25 -- The New Alternate Universe of La Femme Nikita

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Date Posted: 14:44:25 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 25
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Three months had passed since Nikita moved to Chicago. Her time was divided between work, both the hospital and the �detective� agency. She had quit the dog walking business because she had no time between two jobs and her budding relationship with Michael.

She sat in her apartment watching television and eating some Chinese takeout. Her eyes glued to the discovery channel. Her mind half on what was being said she moved to quickly and her ribs screamed in protest.

She was on a mission two days ago and had to jump out of a five story building. When she landed on what looked like an air mattress, provided by Section, her mid-section took the brunt of the landing thereby bruising her ribs.

Wincing, she moved back to her previous position and took a small breath. She closed her eyes as she finished her food and put the plate on the floor with a groan as she reclined on the couch.

Her mind replayed her meeting with Madeleine yesterday before leaving Section. Rolling her eyes she mentally played back Madeleine�s words of her mission performance slacking and her profiles being skewed. She had to bite back her retort telling Madeleine where she could stick her skewed profiles.
The loud ringing of the phone brought her out of her reverie. She moved to answer it her eyes focusing once again on the polar bear special. Putting the phone to her ear she answered in a distracted voice.

�Nikita, its Michael, were you sleeping?�

�No, I�m just watching television. What are you doing?�

�Just sitting around, it�s not very busy tonight. How was your business trip?�

�It went well. We just did some routine stuff,� she chuckled, picturing her jumping out of windows.

�I was just calling to make sure you�re up for tomorrow night. I know how tired you get when you travel.�

�Yup, we are still on. I haven�t seen you for two weeks. I miss you,� she said quietly.

�I miss you, too.�

They talked on the phone for a few before Michael hung up. Nikita sighed as she hung up the phone her mind wandering to her mission. She and Michael had been together for three months and everything was going as planned. He was being to trust her and they spent every off day together. Closing her eyes she put a pillow over her face and screamed in it. Life really sucked.

She moved to her bedroom and fell into bed fully clothed. Her mind full of scenarios, egresses, profiles, and a certain French fireman with incredible eyes, mouth, smile, laugh...cursing softly she turned to her side. She was doomed.

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TT 26 -- Repost Fairy, 14:45:48 06/21/02 Fri