CAPTIVE FREEDOM PART 10

Nikita got to her feet, her mind racing wildly as she glared down at him. Bending forward, she pushed the box back across the table to him none too gently. I would gladly give up my freedom for your honesty Michael. She spat at him, her blue eyes shiny with unshed tears.

Michael felt himself wilt under her stare, her statement repeating over and over in his head like a bad dream. Drawing on all of his training, he got to his feet and picked up the box, holding it out to her.

Go now. He forced the words out; thankful his voice didn’t quiver like his insides. Everything he had screamed out to draw her into his arms, beg her forgiveness and tell her of their baby she carried yet he found the will to resist. They had to be free even if it meant giving them both up.

Nikita looked down at the box he held and then back up to his face once again.

Go back to Ireland. It’s the last place they will look for you. He said quietly forcing her to take the box from him and steer her to the door, his arm encircled her trim waist as he pulled her along with him. There is a car parked in the shopping center, 4th level. It’s a 98 Sonata, dark blue. He handed her keys from his jacket he had left on the table in the hall, helping her into her coat.

Nikita stood like a doll, not quite believing he was sending her away.

Go to the airport, at the ticket desk; ask for a round trip to England for Jasmine Walker. Use the credit card in the glove compartment of the car. He pulled her jacket up over her shoulders and buttoned it, his eyes glued to hers.

What aren’t you telling me Michael? She asked her hands went to cup the side of his face.

Michael froze, even forgetting to breathe for a split second. The touch of her hand on his face, the sound of her voice wrapping itself around his heart was almost too much to bear.

Go Nikita. He had to force the words out, try to ignore the pleading tone of hr voice. Just a few seconds longer and they will be safe. Safe from Section… safe from me. He thought to himself pulling her hand away from his face and opening the door.

Nikita allowed him to push her out into the deserted hall; her hand clutched his arm tightly as they moved a few steps and then stop.

Michael tried to step back, but as he did, she shifted the box to her one hand and gripped him around the neck, pulling his face to hers. With mere inches separating them, she looked up into his emotion filled eyes with her own. Michael was careful to keep his hands at his sides, actually scared to touch her now for fear he would pull her back inside with him and not let her go.

There is something you aren’t telling me and I know you won’t let me know what it is right now,,, but know this Michael Samuelle…. We aren’t finished by a long shot. She paused, kissing him fully on the mouth, noting his immediate response with mixed pain and pleasure. Pulling back after a moment, she ran her hand thru his long soft hair, memorizing its feel. Not by a very long shot. She added before turning quickly and running down the hall past the elevator and on to the door leading to the stairwell.

Michael stood in stunned silence, unable to move a single muscle as he watched her open the door and disappear from his life yet once again.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Nikita spooned out the dough into the muffin pans, her eyes glancing every so often out to the foggy backyard of the bakery. Stopping for a moment, she sipped the cold ice water, trying to settle her nauseous stomach. Normally the smells would relax her, make her feel good but the past few days, all it did was to make her feel sick. Eating wasn’t much fun and the best she could manage was maybe a bowl of soup by lunch time. Supper was a write off as she felt too depressed over having to lose Michael yet once again and she wound up munching on a few crackers and sipping milk.

Jerry interrupted her thoughts with a friendly pat on the back. Hey luv, what’s wrong? Ye be looking like ye lost yer best friend. Not feelin too well are ya lass? He rubbed her shoulder in a fatherly manner and took the spoon from her hand.

Nikita sighed, trying to smile and failed miserably. I’ll be alright. She tried to reassure him as she stepped aside watching him do the last of the muffin spooning.

Jerry glanced at her as she sat down on the stool in the corner, closing her eyes tiredly. It’s that man that was here a ways back isn’t it? The one with the glasses and all? He is special to ye isn’t he?

Nikita opened her eyes again and sipped on the water before answering. Yes,,, very. She sighed feeling suddenly weary beyond words. Getting to her feet, she emptied her glass down the sink.

Jerry, Mind if I take my break early? I think I need a walk.

Jerry picked up the huge muffin pan and set it inside one of the large stoves. Of course luv,,, take all the time ye be needing.

Nikita pulled her apron of setting it on the peg in the wall and grabbed her jacket, slipping it on hurriedly. Thanks Jerry. She smiled opening the back door and disappearing out into the dense fog.

Opening the gate, she stepped out onto the cobblestone street, breathing in the damp fresh air through her nose, praying this sick feeling would go away. Pulling the zipper of her jacket up, she dug her hands deeply into the pockets and meandered along the quiet road. For the most part, town was a lazy calm place, the kids all in school, a few ladies strolling by going about their daily shopping routines, the men either working or having a smoke on the steps of a house, chatting in groups.

Thankfully, Section hadn’t come for her just as Michael had assumed and her life went on as if nothing was amiss. That was on the outside.

Inside she ached constantly for him. How she missed his touch, the sound of his voice, his smell on her skin. Shaking her head, Nikita tried to push away thoughts of them together but they crept back when she least expected it. She recalled the sadness in his eyes the time he met her in her apt the first time she left. He had been wild one minute tender beyond description the next. He had spoken to her in French, mumbling in her ear as they made love and would never divulge the meanings.

Nikita stopped short, her heart slammed wildly in her chest. Gripping the piquet fence beside her for support, she paused, her knees suddenly weak. Oh god…. Could it be?

She looked around hoping no one noticed her sudden behaviour change and drew herself up, blinking rapidly.

Maybe you are still with me Michael She whispered aloud, her hand brushed over her stomach as she picked up the pace, rounding the corner, her mind in a whirl.

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