A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS-11

By LORRAINE 0.

PART 11

Michael sat at his desk, fingers moving over the keyboard with his usual easy manner. A small headache had started in the base of his skull due to tension and he found it frustrating to cope with. Usually he was able to get over the pain quickly but not this time. He wasn’t surprised as his mind was filled with self doubt and loathing over his actions of late.

How could he make love to Simone and turn around and want Nikita just as badly. She was the woman he had allowed himself to fall for completely. Nikita held his heart and soul like no other. Although he and Simone shared a past and he loved her, it was a different sort of love in comparison to Nikita.

Pausing over the keyboard, he closed his eyes, hoping to ease the ache. It was hopeless. He sighed and got to his feet. The only thing to cure his pain was a trip to medlab to request some painkillers. Clearing the screen of the computer, he buttoned the single button on his black jacket and walked towards the door. Opening it, he strode out into the hallway and headed for med lab.

The big glass doors slid open as he approached, allowing him entry into the bright white waiting area where a young woman greeted him.

Hello. Can I help you? She asked, setting her pen down and folding her hands delicately on the desk.

Michael, as usual, didn’t make much eye contact and instead looked about the immediate area as he spoke in his hushed voice. I need painkillers for a headache.

Simone sat at her desk, feet propped up on the corner, ankles folded over the other as she read the Intel from Birkoff. Tristan alive and under their care all this time. It was almost too good to be true. She closed her eyes, recalling the old days when she was happy, in love with Michael as much as he with her. The day she found out she was pregnant, that night when she had told him. He was so scared and yet so happy. She recalled how he had cried with her when Section told them she would carry to term but then the baby would be taken. The way he would lay beside her in their bed, hands rubbing her rounded tummy speaking in his native French to it, his head often would rest on her roundness and fall asleep like that.

The memories brought a tear to her eye and her mind skipped to the night she delivered their son. Michael had held her through the whole ordeal, helping her, calming her when the pain got too bad. She recalled how Tristan finally arrived and was placed in her arms for those few moments. Michael had kissed her, his green eyes bright with tears of joy at the sight of his son, squalling loudly on her breast. Michael had named him long ago, and was overcome with emotion when the baby was set in his arms. Cradling the squirming bundle, Michael had kissed the tiny cheek of his son, marvelling at the small image of Simone and himself.

The nurse came and gently took him from him, telling Michael the baby needed to be examined.

It was then Michael realized their true intentions. Two large operatives entered the delivery room, each taking a firm grip on each of his arms.

Simone, too tired from the delivery could only lay silently, her eyes glued to the tiny blanket held in the nurse’s arms.

Simone rubbed her eyebrow sadly, recalling how she had begged the nurse to allow her to hold him one last time. Her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. She had screamed a sad soul-wrenching cry as Michael too, had begged for mercy for their son. He too was overcome with emotion. The week that followed would be their only grieving time allotted them by Section.

Getting to her feet, Simone rubbed her temples lightly and paced back and forth in her office, the only sound were her heels on the concrete floor and her agitated breathing.

Hello Simone.

Madeline’s voice behind her startled her and she spun about on her heel.

Swallowing convulsively, she pushed back her long black hair from her eyes and walked back around her desk and sat down.

Madeline entered the room, closing the door firmly behind her. Smiling in her usual catlike manner, Madeline seated herself down with complete grace, crossing her slim shapely legs and got comfortable.

Simone remained silent, her dark brown eyes burning with hidden hatred for the older woman.

So, you now know that Tristan is safe and cared for. Now its time for you to get moving this along Simone. Michael must choose and choose soon. I am giving you both time off. Use this time wisely Simone. We will keep Nikita busy here in Section so there will be no interruptions. Do I make myself clear? She asked.

Simone looked away and then back, leaning on her elbows on the desk. Why was the mission cancelled today?

Because we knew it wouldn’t go according to plan. She answered plainly, her white hands rested comfortably on her linen skirt.

Simone made a disgusted sound, shaking her head. How did you come to that brilliant conclusion?

Madeline smiled. I wont let Nikita die. Sound familiar?

Simone arched her eyebrow in surprise. How did you?

Madeline cut her off with an amused soft laugh. It doesn’t matter how Simone.

Simone sat back against her chair and stared back at Madeline, no longer hiding what she truly felt.

Save that hatred for someone else Simone. Save it for Nikita. She is what’s keeping you three from being together.

Simone laughed out loud now, her head falling back. Oh Madeline, you really think you can make me believe you want Michael and I together, to have the chance to raise our son? I am a level 7 operative. That life for me is long over with. Why don’t you just kill her yourself and save us all the aggravation?

Madeline uncrossed her legs and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in the soft material. Good night Simone.

Operations were sitting on the perch’s long window ledge when Michael arrived. He watched the younger man lace his fingers casually in front of him, his eyes staring straight ahead, waiting patiently for him to speak. Operations glanced down at the activity below, making the moment last longer then necessary. There is something I need handled and I want you to do it for me Michael. It’s a delicate matter and complete discretion is needed. Michael kept his eyes straight ahead, listening carefully. Operations pulled out a silver case, opened it and took out a thin long cigar. Placing it between his teeth, he continued as he struck a match. The Intel is on your panel. You’ll leave tonight. He said shaking the match out and placing it in the crystal ashtray beside him. I expect to hear from you within 24 hours with a progress report. Operations twirled the cigar in his fingers watching the younger man in front of him with a perverted secret smile. Of course. Michael replied glancing at him with his deep green eyes. He didn’t like the sardonic look on his face and felt immediately ill at ease. Michael of course, hid any discomfort he might have felt as he had always done and instead, inclined his head slightly. That’s is all. Operations turned his attention away, dismissing him rather unceremoniously.

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