This fanfic is written a couple of years into Michael and Nikita's future. Michael had become section's top dog and has gotten all the perks that come along with being the man of the year. You know the drill, these characters are the property of LFN, USA. They are created and belong solely to them. I am borrowing them and thrusting them into a future only a hopelessly romantic fan could appreciate. Yes folks they are actually very happy, but for how long? Some short spoiler from "Under the Influence" and the rest is pure fiction, so blast off into the future of Section One and check what your personal favorite characters are up to. Sorry no Aliens included. Just love in the year 2000.or not. Feel Free to let me know what you think Elise

"I look forward to see you George."

Michael closed his cellular and walked over to the window. From the observation deck he could see Birkoff working diligently at Com Centre. He nodded his head to acknowledge the two black clad operatives leaving for the egress. From above he could see Walter sitting on his workbench, fiddling with the new explosives he had been designing. He breathed a sigh of relief, the well oiled machine was working just fine under his command.

Michael left the deck and walked silently to his office. He flipped over the calendar on his desk and wrote in, "1st year completed". He sat in the plush leather black chair and turned on the computer. He typed in the password that allowed him full access to the surveillance cameras inside his home.

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Nikita pulled back her blonde hair and scrubbed her face vigorously with the soapy face cleanser. She wiped her still sleepy eyes with her towel and headed to the kitchen. "I`m hungry." She said out loud noticing the red light flickering above the entryway.

Opening the refrigerator door she scanned the shelves for something sweet. She picked up a container of plain yogurt. Then she saw it. Hidden behind the gallon of milk was a large piece of German chocolate cake left over from last night's party. She grabbed the cake and milk and sat down to have her breakfast.

She began pouring the milk into a glass.

"Good morning honey, see I am being a good girl." She said raising up her milk glass toward the camera.

The familiar chirp of her cellular rang. She picked it up from the counter and flipped it open.

"Oh come on let me eat it pleaseeee." She whined into the mouthpiece. "I promise I won't have any more sugar today."

Before the voice on the other end had a chance to object, she picked up her fork and stuffed a large piece of cake in her mouth.

"You can cancel me if I am lying." She mumbled her mouth filled with the second helping.

"Kita you know the rules, throw it away and have some fruit." Michael answered his mischievous young wife. She slammed the phone shut and noisily gulped down her milk.

Nikita wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out on her way to throw away the remains of the delicious cake.

"Manipulating maniac! Just for that I am coming in." She threatened with a large smirk.

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Walter looked up to the Sport's Illustrated calendar up on his wall. He checked out the photo of the red bikini standing next to a surfboard. Ahhh, what I would give to be young again. Time sure flies, he thought noticing the date on the calendar. Who would have thought those two would have ever had a chance for happiness in this hell-hole? It had all happened too fast for Section standards. Walter scratched his head. Change of command in upper management was a long thought out process with lots of red tape to unravel. Someone up there must have been really watching out for those kids.

"Thanks" he whispered looking toward the ceiling before returning to his workbench.

"Hiya Walter"

Walter stood up and walked to the back room. He picked up a chair and carried it over to where she stood.

"Take a load off, and I mean a load." He chuckled.

Nikita flopped down on the chair and frowned. Walter looked sheepishly at the sad look reflected in her blue eyes.

"Aw Sugar, you know I was just teasing, you're just as sexy as ever." He said fatherly patting her hand.

Nikita sniffled "Oh Walter, say the truth I look like a whale. Michael would be crazy to still want me. He probably wants to sink his teeth into the new recruit, I heard she is some number."

"I am crazy pour vous." Michael said cutting into the conversation. He placed his hands on her shoulder and massaged her neck. "You have something the new recruit does not have." He teased whispering softly in her ear.

"What? A big fat .."

"Heart." He said planting a kiss on top of her head. When she turned around to see him he had was gone.

Nikita bid her good byes to Walter and headed to Communications Central.

"Hey Birky." She said sneaking her hand into the open Oreo's Cookies bag lying on top of his desk.

The young man shook his head and laughed, before returning his full attention back to the Sim he was running.

"You didn't see a thing." She instructed as before turning around. Nikita's blue eyes widen as she swerved her large proportioned body to avoid a head on collision with a very stern looking Michael.

"Why are you following me?" She asked licking off the smudge of white filling from the corner of her bottom lip.

Michael glared at Birkoff before stuffing the exposed bag of cookies into the young man's desk drawer.

"Keep the stash out of sight." He ordered before removing three other cookies from his wife's tight little grip.

"Here" He said tossing her an apple. "What time is your appointment?"

Nikita polished the apple against the leg of her kaki Cargo jumper.

"Ten, are you coming?" She called out, the two blonde ponytails bouncing against her pink cheeks, as she happily waddled away munching on the tasty apple.

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"Let's see how we are doing today." Said the curly brown hair doctor as he squirted some jell on Nikita's large abdomen.

"Looks like he is awake." Nikita giggled as the baby made her stomach protrude outward in wave like motion.

"By the look of your earlier examination, he seems to be getting in position rather quickly."

"How is the pressure?" The white lab coat man asked rolling the ultrasound probe over her stomach.

"It's pretty bad, sometimes I think if I squat down he'll slip right out."

"Dr. Davis, what was the result of the lab work up?" Michael interrupted.

The physician recalled the first time he had seen fear in Michael's emerald eyes. He had come back from his first field mission with a twelve-inch gash across his right thigh. He had managed to stop the bleeding, by closing up the wound with dental floss stitching. Unfortunately, the makeshift stitching had produced an allergic reaction, and the souvenir he had received in combat, was oozing with infection. When he asked him why he had done something so stupid. Michael had answered defiantly, "Just to piss off Operations."

The Michael back then was young, rebellious and reckless. Dr. Davis wondered if the angelic looking mother-to-be was aware just how alike she and her mentor had been in their formative years.

The doctor pointed to the fully developed fetus moving around in the screen, "Looks like he is sucking his thumb."

"Michael the blood test confirmed my suspicion, she has Gestational Diabetes. It is common in pregnancy and most women's sugar level stabilize after the birth. "

"So young lady no more sugar for you comprende?"

He helped her to sit up on the examining table and removed his gloves.

Michael smiled a very smug "I told you so."

She retorted a look that told him clearly "Oh, just shut up."

Dr. Davis felt the tension in the room rising. He knew the history of the two operatives far too well to let their little silent tiff to get out of hand. Years ago he had seen a fight erupt between them when he was working close with Madeline on the Karl Peruse case where Nikita was to profile the terrorist's fiancee. They had asked his expert opinion on the chemical agent used to transpose her strong feelings from Michael to the terrorist. He wanted to appeal to their sense of decency but knew better than to oppose the plan without a valid reason. After all it had not been the first time Madeline had threatened him with his possible cancellation for being "too humane."

He had watched helplessly how Nikita's untainted love for Michael had been used to achieve Section's personal agenda. As much as he liked his new boss, he had to admit that the top Op had deserved the slap his protegee had given him, when she realized he was the one that handed her the disk laced with the emotion enhancer.

Watching the young couple walking out of his office he lifted a silent prayer of gratitude. Finally all the painful sacrifice their relationship had endured was water under a bridge.

"Remember the first sign of contractions you let me know." He said closing the door behind them.

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Inside Michael's office Nikita sat starring into the computer screen.

"We are having trouble with Red Cell again?"

"You are on maternity leave, stay clear of Section business!" He lectured in a higher than normal tone. He reached over and shut off the computer denying her access to the classified mission files.

Nikita stood up, she arched her back and winced.

"Stop treating me like a shrinking violet! In case you have forgotten, I still hold the title of Head Strategist around here and after I deliver your child I will be "Second In Command." She flaunted her words with an air of superiority.

Michael paced back and forth; a grim expression covered his pasty white complexion.

"Excuse me, may I have a word with you Michael." Madeline said walking into the crossfire.

"Nikita how are you feeling?" She asked her dark eyes fixed on the operative's enlarged stomach.

Nikita turned to faced her teacher, " Fine Madeline, if you are not busy later I would like to go over the new recruits' psyche files."

Madeline looked toward Michael trying to read beyond the facade. Hidden in the depth of the hazy green patented stare, was a note of disapproval.

Madeline walked over to Nikita and patted her stomach, "As much as I would like to continue with your training, I think it is best for the baby if you remain in a more pleasant frame of mind. Some of the new recruits have quite colorful pasts."

Michael stepped in before Nikita could throw another temper tantrum. Her emotions lately had been on a roller coaster and there was no telling how far she could go if provoked.

"Kita why don't you go see Heinz and Parnel, they are back from the mission to Guam."

Nikita's eyes brightened, "Finally something to do around here."

After Nikita had left the room, Madeline sat across from Michael. She could tell by the lines across his forehead, his wife's pregnancy was causing him a higher level of stress than he had bargained for.

"You are not sleeping well."

"No, she cannot find a comfortable position to sleep in any more."

"And you don't want to offend her by sleeping in the spare room."

Madeline smiled, "It's very commendable, however I know Oversight will expect to find their new appointee, at an optimum level of performance."

Michael held back a yawn, "I am aware of the protocol, I will get some rest before George and his cohorts come to call."

“The situation with Red Cell is still not contained, Anderson and Milos were sent to retrieve the missing disk."

Michael rubbed his chin, "I take it Jonas, finally broke."

"Yes it was Nikita's idea to give him one more chance before canceling him. I think perhaps we should start evaluating her sense of compassion as an favorable asset rather than a weakness."

Michael interjected, "So you admit that her unorthodox manner can be beneficial to the department."

Madeline smiled uncrossing her legs, "We have used it in the past toward our advantage, I don't see why that should change. She is an excellent choice for Second in Command, as long as you can keep her emotions from overriding her sense of duty."

"It was a task in the past, but she has matured enough to understand the purpose behind our motives." Michael added to his wife's defense.

"Unfortunately the wrong motives were what drove Operation away from the seat of Power." Madeline said her voice sadden with regret.

"I am sorry Maddy"

Michael knew that Madeline's decision to save Section from Operations had been heart breaking. Detaching herself from the man she had spent most of the life with had not been easy. Yet, she had gone through the torturous process without hesitation. The iron maiden had always been Section through and through and he admired her for her unwavering loyalty.

"Michael, Operations was convinced your relationship with Nikita would be a stumbling block if you ever had to assumed his role. He was wrong,"

Madeline gathered her feet, and stood up. Dressed in her charcoal gray suit, she looked as professional as always. Never a hint of emotion escaped from her control. No one but herself would ever know that she was slowly dying inside. Michael and I are so much alike, we have our masks to shield us from the stark reality of what we really are..disgustingly vulnerable.

"It has been a tough road you have tread, tell me was the pain and sacrifice worth it?" She said probing into the psyche of Operation's young successor.

He looked at the Section One Emblem appearing on his screen.

"Yes..As it will be for all those who come after me." He philosophized.

"Congratulations on your first year." She said her voice steadying the harsh emotions welling up from the pit of her stomach.

Madeline took the hidden staircase up to her office. She disabled the surveillance device, and once she was certain of the status of her sanctuary, she allowed herself to relive the painful memories she had locked away in the recesses of her mind.

Operations and her had shared not just a physical intimacy but a soul bonding. He had been the pillar strength that had kept her focused through the death of her mother. In turn she had reciprocated by allowing him to find haven in her arms. It was his slow descend into the trap of narcissism that had dulled her emotions toward him. Not only had he abandoned her in the quest for World Domination, but worse of all he had forsaken his loyalty to Section, and that she could never tolerate. After weeks of trying to shine some light into his delusions of grandeur, Madeline had no alternative than to inform George of Operations underhanded intention to splinter Section from the Agency. At first they had some trouble believing her until she disclosed the surveillance video performance of Operations canceling Adrian.

After his unveiling, Operations lost all sense of reality. He became obsessed with destroying the Agency and had George's grandchildren kidnapped to prove his point. Michael had been the mastermind behind the successful mission of recovering the old man's priceless possessions. After the unpleasant course of events had ended, everything including Operation's tittle had been handed to Michael on a silver platter.

Just like Michael had refused to acknowledge his true feelings for Nikita, she too had been playing the denial game. Now torn by the bittersweet reminder of Michael's ascension into power, she cried silent tears finally confronting the undeniable truth, she still loved Paul very deeply.

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Nikita sat on top of her desk, leaning back on her elbows. She had finished debriefing the operatives and needed to slow down. She felt her stomach tighten and then relax. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

"Interesting pose."

She opened her eyes and looked at her smiling husband.

In the last year she had managed to somehow introduce the concept of color into his limited wardrobe, and she was very pleased with the final product.

Michael leaned against the wall. The contrast of his black suit against the spiral red and yellow tie had that bathed his chartreuse eyes with a flicker of Gold.

"Nice Tie."

She reached over and pulled him down until he was inches from her face.

"My wife gave it to me."

Nikita kissed him, "She has good taste."

"Impeccable."

Nikita pushed him away and crouched forward holding her stomach. He stroked her back trying to help her breathe.

"We need to get you back to Medlab."

He was ready to lift her up into his arms, when Birkoff's voice came booming through the intercom.

"Sir we have a problem."

"Go on Michael, I can walk. this is just the preliminaries."

“We will let Dr. Davis decide that."

Nikita stomped her foot, a habit dating back to her former years as a stubborn trainee.

"Tell George I still want to give birth at County General." She reminded him, obediently walking toward the door.

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When he arrived at the scene Madeline was already barking orders. There was a familiar fog of tension hovering over the Com Central, he had not felt since his days as a Level Five Operative.

He pushed past Birkoff's team who were jumping nervously from one computer to another, trying to assess the situation. Placing his hand on the back of Birkoff's chair, he peered into the screen.

"We have been breached." Birkoff explained.

"By whom?"

"I don't have a signature yet. Someone from the outside copied the security code. The directory and all of the substations intel has been compromised."

"Birkoff abort all missions, Madeline start a general inquiry, I want one-hundred percent containment before George arrives."

"Sir, approximately how long to we have?" Gail inquired biting her lower lip.

Michael gave her a solemn answer, "forty eight hours." Then he walked away his ghost like steps adjoining the click of Madeline's hurried pace.

After Dr. Davis was sure Nikita's contractions had been a false alarm he led her to a room to the far end of the hall. He requested she close her eyes, explaining Michael had prepared a surprise for her. He opened the door and guided her in gently.

Nikita looked around the room her blue eyes taking in all the beauty. The sterile white looking walls had been painted over with a mixture of blues and pinks. A paper border with white rocking horses and brown teddy bears covered over the rim of the high ceiling. In the middle was a bed draped in a blue bedspread and on top was a huge furry teddy bear with a handwritten sign "Pour Le Bebe."

On the other side of the room were a rocking chair, changing table and a fully equip incubator. She dried the tears that were streaming down her face and hugged the doctor.

"He really does love me doesn't he?"

"Always" She heard Michael's husky voice answer from the doorway. She laughed, when would he ever learn to stop creeping up on people?

"I know your heart was set on delivering in a civilian hospital. Since I couldn't give you the whole experience, I thought I bring the best part of the hospital to you."

She ran to him waddling from side to side like an oversized duckling.

"Is this one of the perks of being "Second in Command?" She said grabbing his chin playfully and winking at the doctor.

"No, behave yourself." He ordered removing her long magenta colored nails from his ticklish stomach.

"Or what, you will have me canceled?" She toyed with him, running her fingers through the waves of his reddish brown hair.

"No we'll just keep you sedated until you deliver."

Nikita punched him in the arm, "Like hell you will."

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"Cue up." Michael ordered, clasping his hands behind his back.

Birkoff briefed him on the holographic layout of Section's perimeter. Madeline had suggested placing the abeyance team as floating backup to guard the entrance to Section One Headquarters.

"I will be in Video conference with Oversight, keep me informed of any anomalies." Michael instructed.

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