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Date Posted: 23:26:15 03/31/01 Sat
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I walked by the exercise room and watched one of my Team Leaders basically whipping the floor with one of the newly cycled operatives. He effortlessly turned the operative around so that he was facing me and the other had his back to me. I shook my head at the questioning look. I didn’t care if he taught him to contour that or just continued to clean the room’s floor. “ Be humane.” I mouthed and left him. I didn’t want the operative to end up looking like he’d been tortured.
My mind however was not on new operatives, or which of my colleges was currently trying to over power Section One, where it should have been. It was on Michael and what was going to happen now. I ruthlessly turned my mind away from the more pleasing of my speculations, considering that here could be a disaster, I was never good at turning off my emotions once I let them take hold. Instead I considered practical aspects. Was he up to physical standards? What about the Level in the hierarchy? The story would work she knew that but she also knew that her colleges were going to have problems I mean look at Charles he had been a First Tier operative and had been out of Section for only 9 years and still he was canceled. But could she say Section had never really lost track of Michael or contact? My mind still swimming with those questions I turned to where I wanted to meet Michael. Not the Perch all that was, for all its intimidation in her other operatives was a glass cage. I could use the tower but that just never appealed to me, besides I would have to move the others out.
“ Tell Michael to meet me in my office.” I said into an intercom. I kept an office, for some of my more closed meetings it wasn’t as secure as the Perch but was made more so by reputation. Those granted the meetings held there said nothing of them or just ominous tidbits.
I entered my office and sat behind the desk, my office was characteristically not what one would expect. Instead of cold steel floors it boosted plush blue carpet and the cold furniture was replaced by some more to my taste. Pictures hung on the cold metal walls but I had not painted or otherwise decorated them. My desk was a cold metal construction according to Section standards but I had the hard edges curved and scattered the desk with paperweights and pens they gave the desk a sense of life and warmth to belay its cold construction. On one corner of my desk sat a flat screen monitor, but the keyboard could not be seen. A table in the corner held a holographic projector that now held an image of a waterfall but that was used for more malicious images as well. An entire wall of my office was dedicated to monitors displaying various areas of Section. I had hung pictures among the monitors. Behind me was a glass window overlooking a portion of Section few new the existence of. I had hung different colored drapes of sheer fabric over the wall offering both the occupants of that room and myself privacy. My office was definitely Nikita, with just enough Operations thrown in.
The phone rang, and upon answering I told the woman I would have to call her back, “ I just sent for, Michael.” I said by way of explanation. No more was needed with her. I was standing looking out my window when he finally entered.
“ You sent for me?”
“ Take a seat.” I said returning to my seat. A few seconds later, my, or I should say Jason’s security precautions in place, I nodded at Michael. “ Michael I…” I stopped and just stared at him. I didn’t know where to begin. “ It’s been so long.”
Michael looked at her saw the same look he knew so well. That love but that fear to let emotions go. “ Have you changed so much?” Michael asked softly rising. He had known that things would not go as they once had. They had even less ability to pursue their love now, but he saw at once that he must throw that caution away. Nikita was fast traveling the same path he had.
“ Yes.”
“ No.” Michael stood and came around the desk. The way she held her feelings in check would eventually destroy her, and yet he hoped her control wasn’t that iron clad. Michael stared at her and reached up to brush her hair with his fingers.
“ Michael-“ She started to protest as he pulled her hair down.
“ Don’t Nikita.” He said. Pulling her into his arms. “ Stop lying to yourself.”
Nikita knew she should stop him, move away, and do something. This was Section she had to remain in control. She new all that but her heart told her to ignore circumstances for once and live. Nikita allowed Michael to kiss her. She had expected something hard, desperate but ultimately controlled after all that was what she had received in the past. Instead the kiss was slow and smoldering. It stroked the long cold recesses of her heart. Hopes she had thought long buried basked in the heat of a love finally, entirely returned. Yearning was no longer; desperate for something they couldn’t have, but a promise for the future.
Michael pulled back and saw tears running down her face. Lifting her face in his hands he finally met her eyes as he said. “ I love you.”
“ I love you, Michael.” She said and clung to him as she said, “ It’s been so long-“
“ I am not going to leave you, Nikita! Understand that right now. You have too choices kill me or live with me, because I will not leave.”
“ Michael, how?”
“ We just won’t believe the lies.” He said. He didn’t ask her not to lie to him, he didn’t promise not to lie to her. Both of them knew that would happen in this place, there was no avoiding it. He simply told her not to believe them.
A beeping sounded as Section intruded on their lives. “ What is it?”
“ Sorry to interrupt but there has been an abnormality.”
Michael went to step out the room. Nikita hit a button and called to him. “ Michael?”
“ Yes.”
“ Don’t believe the lies.”
Back to his Section self he nodded, and left. Nikita would have thought he was totally unaffected if it hadn’t been for those haunting green eyes. Operations turned back to Section and for the first time in many years her smile reached her eyes as she thought haunting but not haunted.
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