A LIFE LIVED FREE

Thank you for coming.

He said in a low voice, his hand actually shook when he motioned for the waitress across the room. After the waitress poured them each a cup of coffee and then left them alone, Nikita gave him a smile.

Don't thank me Michael. I am glad you called me.

She said offering him her hands once again. Michael looked down between her hands and her eyes, grateful she showed no pity, but instead, genuine concern. He placed both his hands in hers, glad to have the warmth of her near him. Inside he felt cold, dead and angry. Section had hurt him over and over through the years and he had enough.

I am leaving Section.

Nikita spit up her coffee, choking on the searing heat and grabbed for the napkin dispenser beside them on the table. Michael got to his feet, concerned she couldn't breathe but Nikita held her hand up between ragged cough's, tears of pain fell from her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. Sitting back down, he watched her compose herself. Folding the napkin carefully, she looked up at him with incredulous eyes.

Leaving? You're joking, right?

She whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, her heart slamming in her chest as she waited for him to answer her. When he stared back at her, his eyes unwavering as he met her with silence. Nikita sat back letting her head drop back, resting on the high back cushion of the seat.

Holy shit Michael.. that's insane.

She whispered bringing her head forward once again reaching for her coffee and sipping it with a trembling hand.

You know that anyone who leaves Section, dies.

Michael inclined his head slightly, wishing he could dispute her statement but knew she spoke the truth.

I am dead already.

His voice was far away, much like the expression on his face. Nikita reached across the table, enfolding his one hand between hers. Michael watched her, her eyes pleading with him.

Michael, please.. You're not dead. You.

Michael cut her off with a shake of his head.

No, Nikita. I will leave. It's just a matter of when. I brought you here to ask you something.

He said bringing his other hand to cover hers. Nikita felt sick to her stomach, the idea of him leaving only to be cancelled was too much.

With a deadly serious face, he asked, Will you come with me?

She sucked in her breath, feeling faint as she looked down at their hands.

You can't go to him Michael. They will have so much more surveillance on him once you leave..

I know that. I wont go near him, even if I could find him. He thinks I m dead.

He said, the bitterness and hurt clear in his voice. Nikita felt the pressure on her hands increase as he squeezed firmly as if attempting to quell his building anger. Ignoring the pressure, she shifted in her seat nervously.

It's a death sentence for anyone who tries to leave. You're a level 5 operative Michael.. Operations will hunt you to the ends of the earth. You're too valuable to them. Please.. reconsider.

She whispered regarding him carefully. Michael pulled his gaze from her stricken face to look out thru the heavy lace curtains at the traffic outside.

I have to go. Thank you for coming.

Nikita watched him get to his feet, slipping on his gloves after he straightened his long black coat. Nikita grabbed his arm, giving it a slight shake.

Don't you pull that with me Michael. I deserve better then this from you.

Putting his hand over hers, he gently but firmly removed it from his arm, leaned down and gave her a feather light kiss.

Goodbye Nikita.

Getting to her feet, she tossed a fiver on the table, and followed him outside. She caught up with him as he approached his car, and grabbed his arm once again. Leaning towards him, she took his keys from his hand, holding them behind her.

Goodbye Nikita? That's it?

She blurted out being careful to keep the level of her voice down as to not attract passers by. Michael looked at her impassively, the cold breeze blowing his hair across his face. He held out his hand waiting for her to give him his keys back. Nikita looked down at his hand and then raised her chin stubbornly.

I don't think so. We are far from finishing this conversation Michael.

She clutched the ice cold keys in her palm, feeling the jagged edges cut into her skin and waited for him to speak.

Then perhaps you want to drive?

He asked quietly, his green eyes admiring her in disguise. Nikita pulled her coat closed with her free hand, and was nudged slightly as he stepped around her to move to the passenger side. Nikita swallowed, hesitating only for a moment before unlocking the door and sliding into the drivers seat. Reaching over, she unlatched the door allowing him to slide in beside her. After snapping the seatbelt on, she started the engine, the heater kicking in right away, slowly warming the cold interior. Nikita looked over at his profile, his face calm and unreadable as usual.

Where are we going?

She asked adjusting the mirrors so she could see properly.

I don't know. you're driving.

He glanced over to her, his expression masking his real thoughts.

Oh,, very nice,, humor.

She grumbled looking over her shoulder and pulling out into the afternoon traffic. Driving aimlessly for a few minutes, she turned into a large park, choosing the most isolated place in the lot to stop. Switching the engine off, she stared straight ahead, watching a group of ducks swimming in a small lake, eagerly gobbling up the bread being thrown at them by various people.

How long have you been thinking of doing this?

She asked, her hands still holding the steering wheel. Michael looked over at her, seeing the strain on her pale face.

Since the day I woke up in there.

He answered her calmly. Nikita looked at him with a surprised look.

You could have fooled me.

Obviously, I have.

He stated in a neutral tone.

Are you trying to be funny?

She asked finally taking her hands off the wheel and tucking her long hair back behind her ears. Michael turned his gaze back out the window, choosing not to answer.

I can't believe this..

She grumbled taking her gloves off, slapping them down on her leg hard in her frustration. Michael gave no indication he heard the anger in her voice and continued his silent stance.

Okay.. When does this happen?

Michael finally brought his face back to her.

Are you asking when *we * are leaving or when am I leaving?

Michael continued to watch her in silence and reached for her hand. Nikita looked down at their hands entwined on his hard thigh and then up to his face again. Michael could see she was wrestling with her feelings and leaned over, his hand reaching up, cupped the side of her face and pulling her towards him. Resting his weight on his elbow on the armrest between them, he pulled her mouth down onto his for a lingering kiss. Nikita covered his hand with hers and met him halfway, her lips parting slightly when she felt the warm tip of his tongue slide along her teeth. The kiss quickly deepened making her pull back, her heart racing in her chest as she let her fingers rest against his still slightly parted lips.

I want you with me Nikita.

He said still looking up at her as she trailed her fingers thru his soft hair, her eyes searching his face as if looking for answers.

I want that too, but..

Michael put his fingers over her lips silencing her. Pulling his hand back, he sat up smoothing back his hair she had been toying with moments earlier. Nikita drew back her hands and placed them in her lap.

Let me drive.

His voice cut into her thoughts and she nodded as he got out of the car. She sat frozen on the seat looking up only when he opened her door and offered her his gloved hand to help her out. Nikita picked up her gloves she had taken off and slipped her hand into his, thankful for his strength as he helped her to stand. Her legs felt strangely leaden as she went to step past him. Michael pulled her back to him, his arms encircled her tightly as he hugged her, burying his face in her hair, marveling at how such a woman could possibly love him so much.

A month had gone by since Michael had asked her to go away with him, to leave Section behind. Missions came and went, and Michael made no mention of their conversation since then. They continued to see each other in their down time, and he carried on like he always had. Nikita began to think he had changed his mind and was finally able to allow herself to relax each time after he left her apt and not worry if he was going to be at Section the next day or not.

The ringing of her cell awoke Nikita and she rolled out of Michaels embrace, disentangling herself from the sheets to reach her bed stand. Bringing the phone to her ear, she heard the distinct voice of Madeline on the other end.

Josephine.

Nikita rolled her eyes looking up at her clock. It blinked 5:30 AM.

Yes, I will be right there.

She said sleepily and then hung up. Rolling back onto her back, she placed the phone on her sheet-covered stomach and groaned unhappily.

Does that woman ever sleep?

She grumbled between yawns. Michael had rolled onto his side resting his head on one hand and looked down at her bared breasts.

Madeline?

He asked trailing his hand over her skin, making small circles around the small pink nipple with his finger. Nikita opened her eyes, looking down at his hand as it roamed lazily over her and gave him a look.

Yes,, Madeline,,,, Michael, stop it. I have to go.

She groaned pushing his hand away reluctantly and throwing back the sheets to sit up. Michael pulled her back easily, half covering her body with his. Leaning down, he brushed soft kisses over her mouth not letting her go when she half protested under him.

I don't have time, Michael..

She murmured between kisses, feeling her body betraying her as he pressed himself against her, indicating his need for her.

Yes you do.

He said capturing her mouth with his in a deep kiss, his hands encircled her wrists, pinning them on each side of her head. Just then, Michaels cell rang on the floor beside them. Nikita broke into a fit if giggles as he sighed almost audibly and rolled off of her. Nikita took the opportunity to escape the bed, and scampered into the bathroom, feeling his eyes on her bouncing bare bottom. After emptying her bladder, she bent over the sink, splashing cool water over her face to help her wake up fully. Reaching for the towel, she stood up straight, peering into the mirror. There she saw him standing behind her, pants already on, holding his black shirt loosely in his one hand, the other pushing back his tousled hair from his face.

You too?

She asked patting her face dry as she turned to face him. Michael kept his eyes on her face, purposely not allowing himself to look lower.

Yes.

He said stepping aside to let her by, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples as she squeezed by him in the doorway. Taking a deep breath, he closed the door behind him to get washed up.

You look uncomfortable Nikita. Is there a problem?

Madeline asked with false concern as she gave her an equally false smile from behind her desk. Nikita swallowed, shaking her head reluctantly.

No.. no problem.

Inside she cringed, not wanting the older woman seated across from her see her discomfort with her orders. Even worse, Michael stood beside her chair, as impassive as ever.

You fit the profile perfectly and you have all the attributes Mr. Tonga looks for in a woman as does Michael in a man. He has exotic tastes, and you will be required to perform for him when he wishes. He might even want you too.

Her gaze shifted to Michael's blank expression. He nodded his head, hands clasped at his front loosely as if completely at ease.

He is a major power in the arms and biological warfare underground. The last op we sent in, she was found in pieces in a lake not far from his home.

Nikita felt ill, knowing not only was she expected to kill, but to whore herself out for Section. The idea made her ill. The rest of the briefing seemed to whirl around in her mind and she was grateful when it was over. Taking the panel handed to her she got up turning to leave with Michael not far behind her. Nikita went to turn off towards munitions, but Michael caught her arm, stopping her.

My office.

He whispered continuing his walk as if he hadn't said a word to her. Nikita glanced up at the perch and saw Operations busily reading a panel. Thankfully he hadn't noticed anything. Casually as possible, she veered off to her left, following Michael into his office door. Shutting it behind them, she waited until he had activated his private security panel. Sitting down at his desk, he looked up at her as she sat at the chair opposite him.

Great,,, not only am I killer for them,, now I am a whore.

She looked disgusted as she read her orders on her panel. She sat forward, eyes still scanning the information hoping it would get better. It didn't. Michael folded his hands on his lap, glancing out the office window, watching a few operatives stroll by. Nikita made a disgusted sound and tossed her panel onto his desk, she too sitting back, her long lean legs crossed at the knee.

I cant do this Michael,,, the man is a pig. Why is she picking us? We aren't Valentines.. this is crap. I am a trained field op,,, not a whore.

Nikita looked like she was going to explode she was so angry.

You could come with me.

His voice filtered through her anger, lifting her head up to look at him.

What are you talking about?

She asked her foot vibrating with nervous tension. Michael looked back at her but said nothing. Nikita blanched visibly finally realizing what he was referring to. So he had planned to leave still, after all this time.

That's a death sentence Michael.

She said quietly. Michael blinked once and then said.

We all die sometime.

PART 2.

It had been 2 days since they left on the mission only to abort, killing everyone of the operatives in the van with them. The whole episode had left Nikita shaken and wracked with guilt. Their getaway had fouled up when Sam, the young operative sitting beside her caught on to Michaels stealth approach on the others sitting across from her. Nikita had sliced her neck open, completely on reflex in order to keep her from sounding the alarm. Walter had given them a field router shadowing them from sections detection satellites as well as a small selection of other gadgets to aid them.

Once the bodies had been dumped, they took the van, driving for another 50 miles before stripping the interior for supplies and sinking it in a small lake. Michael had procured them a vehicle and it was waiting in the brush. Once loaded with their weapons and supplies, they started off via the back roads. Nikita was operating on blind instinct the moment they put their escape into motion, trying not to dwell on the memory of Sam's shocked face as she slumped into her lap. Nikita lowered her eyes to the pants she wore, imagining the blood seeping onto her from her throat. She shuddered slightly, which caught Michael's attention. Reaching over to her, he grasped her hand in his, pulling it onto his lap.

Are you all right?

He asked keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

I can still see her face,,, she was so shocked.

She whispered keeping her attention on her lap. Michael knew she was tired as was he. They hadn't slept since they ran and both of them needed to. He glanced over at her, still not used to the dark brown wig she wore, effectively hiding her long blonde tresses. The fake moustache was bothering him, the glue irritating his skin but it was a precaution they knew they needed to make for the time being.

You did what you had to do.

He said, his eyes scanning the road ahead, looking for any signs of the town they were headed for.

We will stop up at the next town. There is a small rooming house on the outskirts. We can rest there.

He added when she made no sound to indicate she had even heard him. He brought his hand back to the wheel, knowing she needed some time to deal with the past few days and its events. So did he. His head was aching, as were his shoulders. The router on the seat between them blinked reassuring him it was operational. This way, they had a 90% chance of eluding Section for an indefinite period of time. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of the rooming house and checked in under assumed names. Michael opened the door, hand on his gun as he scanned the room carefully. Nikita entered close behind him, relieved to not be moving anymore. The past 48 hours had been hell on her nerves and all she wanted was a shower and sleep. Once satisfied the room was secure, Michael went and closed the door locking it securely and set the bag he had slung over his shoulder down onto the floor quietly as possible. Nikita lid her jacket off, letting it drop on the floor at her feet and looked around the homey room. It was warm and cozy, soft pale earth tones adorned the furnishings and fresh flowers sat in a small vase on the vanity. Wearily, Nikita sat down heavily on the soft bed, and reached down to pull her boot off. She sighed, wriggling her toes when the boots came off and then yanked the wig from her head, tossing it on the far corner of the bed.

Think maybe I will just color my hair instead.. I hate that thing.

She commented lying back on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, arms spread out wide. Michael glanced over at her from the windows, closing the heavy curtains shut after giving the grounds of the house a once over but made no comment. Satisfied that they were for the moment, safe, he shrugged off his jacket and picked up the bag he had been carrying once more, rummaging through its contents. Nikita closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the feel of the soft bed under her and then reopened them when she heard the soft beeping of a computer. Turning her attention to him, she rolled onto her side and watched him seat himself at a small desk. His attention was fixed on the laptop, his face lit up by the soft pale green light of the screen.

What are you doing?

She asked rubbing her chin absently.

Checking on the satellite systems. They will readjust the tracking periodically trying to find us.

He answered not looking up from his work. Nikita sat up, elbows on her knees still watching him work.

How long can we keep ahead of them?

She asked rubbing her sore scalp with her fingertips, head hanging forward trying to relax the tension in her shoulders.

If we are careful...indefinitely.

She snorted quietly, lifting her face to look at him.

Indefinitely. That's an open-ended word if I ever heard one.

Michael looked up at her, fingers pausing on the keyboard. Nikita sighed, got to her feet and approached him, putting her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them.

Sorry. I didn't mean to be sarcastic,,,, I am just tired.

She leaned down placing a kiss on his cheek and then giving him a hug around his neck. Michael placed his hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Go shower and get some sleep.

He said returning his attention to the data in front of him.

What about you?

She asked straightening up and pulling the hem of her shirt out from her pants as she headed for the bathroom door. Michael had returned his attention to the screen, seeming not to hear her. Letting it go, she entered the bathroom, flipping on the lights. Looking into the round mirror over the old fashioned sink, the image of a haggard tired old woman looked back at her. Nikita frowned, running her hands thru her messy hair.

Oh gawd,, I look awful.

She mumbled fingers going down to the buttons, pulling them open quickly. Deciding to ignore image of herself, she stripped out of her clothing and stepped into the shower.

Thankfully there was complimentary shampoo and soaps on the side rack which she made thorough use of. The hot water was heavenly, and soon she felt her tired muscles relaxing, her eyes heavy with sleep. Bending down, she turned the water off and dried off, wrapping the large towel around her snugly. Taking a smaller towel, she wrapped her hair up in it and opened the bathroom door. Michael had taken off his boots and stripped down to just his pants, his gun lying on his leg. He looked tired and she padded across the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on his hard thigh.

Your turn.

She said still rubbing her hair with her other hand. Michael lifted his gaze from the door to her face, reaching out to touch her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Nikita smiled, leaning into his hand slightly.

I can't keep my eyes open any longer.

She yawned pulling the towel from her head and stood up. Moving to the other side of the bed, she tossed her head forward, rubbing her quickly drying hair vigorously. Getting to his feet, he wordlessly entered the bathroom, leaving the door open. Nikita ran her fingers through her hair as she pulled back the covers and climbed into the clean cool sheets, but not before letting the now damp towel around her drop to the floor. Nikita sighed, snuggling into the pillows, enjoying the first rest she had had in over 48 hours.

PART 3.

It was dark when she awoke to the feel of his hand on her shoulder.

Time to move.

His voice roused her from a deep sleep. Nikita groaned, eyes squinting in the dim light of the room.

What time is it?

She asked rolling onto her back, hands rubbing her eyes tiredly. Michael snapped his belt in place, pushing back his hair from his eyes as he looked at her from over his shoulder.

5:30 AM.

He said quietly pulling on his black sweater and then the gun sling over his shoulder. Nikita sat up holding the bed sheets to her front. She noticed he still looked tired and she frowned.

Did you sleep at all?

She asked catching her clothes as he threw them to her from the bathroom where she had left them only a few short hours earlier.

Yes.

He answered knowing full well she could tell he was lying by the look on her face. Wisely, she chose to say nothing and instead, got dressed. Just as she finished lacing her boots, the sight of the dreaded brown wig came into her line of vision, held by Michael. Nikita raised herself up and took it grudgingly.

We need to stop into a pharmacy. I hate this thing!

She took it shaking it out as best she could. Michael applied his moustache once again and packed up the rest of the bag he carried.

Make due Nikita. We aren't stopping anywhere for 2 more days.

He said zipping up the leather bag. Nikita made her way into the bathroom and pulled the wig into place, tucking any loose strands of her own hair.

Coming out of the bathroom still yawning, she accepted the gun he held out to her. Michael looked the bathroom over for any obvious signs it was they who had been here but found none. Turning the light off, he pulled his leather jacket on and headed for the door.

Lets go.

He said picking up the heavy bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Nikita pulled her coat on and reached out, grabbing his arm, effectively stopping him short. Michael looked down at her hand and then to her face.

Just one second.

She said closing the door quietly once again.

We have been on the run for a little over 48 hours and in all this time, it's been strictly business with you.

She said tucking his hair behind his one ear as she spoke in hushed tones.

Do you think you could find a few seconds to lower your guard and give me a kiss?

It would be more then a kiss, and we don't have the time.

He said calmly. Nikita sighed after a moment and then stepped back pulling the zipper up on her jacket.

All right. Lets go.

She conceded reluctantly trying hard to mask the hurt she felt from showing in her voice. Michael held out his hand to her waiting for her to take it. Nikita looked at it and then to his face as she placed her hand in his. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted her hand to his mouth and placed a lingering kiss on her palm, his tongue swirled over her skin making her shiver.

Lowering her hand slowly, he stared at her hard.

Now we can go.

Where the hell are they?

Operations was blowing a gasket as he paced about the perch, hands stuck deep in his pant pockets. His face was mottled red and the pulse pounded in his ears. Birkoff stood silently, wishing he were any where except where he was. He had been up for hours trying to track Michael and Nikita but with no luck. Michael had covered their tracks very well and had made it near impossible to make any kind of progress.

What more do you need? You have all of Sections resources and still you can't find them? Unacceptable! Michael and Nikita must be found and brought in.

He glowered at the younger man who stood trying not to shake in the corner.

Yes sir. But it's not that easy. Michael knows our systems and will be able to move..

Operations shot him a look that shut him up.

He is to be brought in, no excuses,, and I want them alive! Now get out before I throw you out!

He then turned his back on Birkoff, glaring out onto the floor below, jaw clenching hard.

Nikita smiled at the waitress as she took their menus, leaving them in the corner booth. Picking up the small spoon on her napkin, she swirled the cream about in her coffee, mixing it until it was a rich pale cream color. Michael scanned the restaurant with alert eyes, his hands cupping his hot mug loosely, obviously still in high alert mode. Nikita reached over touching his hand.

Hey, relax. I think its safe to have a cup of coffee without turning yourself inside out.

Michael brought his gaze to her, his face remained expressionless. Nikita set her spoon down and then pulled his one hand off the mug, holding it firmly within hers.

Michael, you need some sleep.

He blinked and then looked out the window scanning the activity outside.

Later.

He replied letting her keep a hold of his hand. He was fighting exhaustion and knew he needed to rest or he would become careless.

Nikita gave his hand a shake, getting him to bring his attention back to her.

Don't you think I can take care of you?

She asked trying a different approach. Michael squeezed her hand back, but remained silent. Nikita stroked the pulsing vein on his inner wrist, bringing his eyes back up to her.

We have to keep moving.

He said after a bit ignoring her obvious change in tactics.

There is a small rooming house about 120 miles west of here. We can rest there after picking up some supplies.

His voice was lower then normal and his normally sharp eyes were tired looking as he pulled his hand from hers. Nikita nodded satisfied he agreed to get some rest at their next stop.

The drive there was uneventful and after stopping in at the small town to pick up supplies, they finally pulled into the three story house and parked. Nikita looked at the home with wide eyes, taking in the beauty of it. Turning the engine off, they both got out of the car and were quickly greeted by a buxom older lady waving her pudgy hand happily.

Michael?

She called out stepping down the steps holding her shawl. Nikita stopped short,, her eyes glanced back and forth between them. Michael rushed out to meet her with a huge smile as he wrapped his arms around her as best he could. The woman kissed him on both cheeks and was talking happily. Nikita crossed her arms, a faint grin on her face watching the two of them hug and kiss like old friends. Michael turned back, waving to her to come to them. Nikita pushed her long hair back and closed the distance between them.

Madame Belanger, this is Nikita. Nikita, Madame Belanger.

The older woman gave her a warm smile, her grey eyes crinkling at the edges.

So pleased to meet you my dear. Michael,, she is lovely.

She playfully gave Michael a swat on his arm. Nikita gave a small laugh and was quickly pulled into a bear hug by the large short woman. Nikita grinned at Michael from over her shoulder her eyes questioning. Belanger released her finally and stepped back, pushing a few loose strands of her hair back, still smiling sweetly. Nikita blushed a bit when Michael came to her side and out his arm around her.

Yes,, she is .

He agreed. Madame Belanger clapped her hands together and motioned them inside.

Well enough chit chatting out here in the cold,, lets go inside and have some coffee and cake? Are you hungry?

She asked pulling her shawl about herself more closely. Nikita nodded watching Michael turn to the car and pull out some bags.

Yes, very.

She said watching the woman with curiosity. She seemed to be very familiar with Michael and she couldn't wait to find out how. Together, they all entered the old vintage home.

PART 4.

.The coffee and cake had long since been done and Michael felt himself winding down rapidly. Getting to his feet, her reached for Nikita's giving Madame B a smile that could melt ice.

Thank you so much for the coffee and cake, but I think we better retire for the evening.

Nikita quickly interceded on Michael's behalf. The older lady got to her feet, giving them each a hug goodnight.

Of course, after all you have been through. Your room is on the top floor, end of the hall on your right. I gave you the back garden view,, it's the quietest. Sammy, he took your bags up already. Goodnight my dears,, do sleep well.

She rubbed the side of Michaels face in a motherly way and smiled warmly at Nikita.

Thank you.

Nikita murmured following Michael after he had picked up the leather bag containing their guns and field router. After climbing the winding staircase, they came to their room and Michael opened the door to reveal a warm cozy oak and burgundy room. Nikita walked in as he held the door open for her and took the beauty in with appreciation. Michael closed the door and turned the old fashioned lock. Nikita placed her jacket on a wingback chair by the huge bay window and turned to a very tired Michael. Closing the distance between them, she pulled the bag from his shoulder, setting it down on the desk beside him and put her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Michael leaned on her heavily, his eyes closing as he turned his face into her hair, and hugged her back.

I have a million questions but right now, I am going to take care of you for a change.

She whispered pulling her head back so she could look up at him. Michael closed his eyes for a moment, giving in to her without argument letting her lead him to the bed. Kneeling down at his feet, she unlaced his boots, pulling them off one by one and then stood back up. Michael moved his legs apart so she could stand between them and pull the sweater he wore up over his head. Nikita smoothed back the tousled riot of waves, letting him wrap his arms about her waist, head pressed up against her stomach.

The field router,,,

He began only to be cut off as she gave him a slight shake.

Ssshhhh,,, I will take care of it. Don't worry.

She promised stroking his hair.

Just get yourself out of those pants. You need to sleep.

She said moving away from him and go to the windows, closing the heavy velvet curtains and then going to the bag she had set on the desk. Michael stood up, walked slowly to the bathroom door and disappeared inside. Checking the router, she set it down inside the top drawer of the desk safely out of sight and then headed for their bag of supplies that were bought hours earlier in town. Rummaging thru the bag, she found a toothbrush and paste and took them to the bathroom. Michael was splashing warm water on his face, peeling off the offensive moustache he had been forced to wear. Putting her hand on his bare back, Nikita offered him the brush and paste that he took gratefully.

Thank you.

He said in a very low voice. Nikita handed him a towel and gave him a smile then turned to leave, giving him some privacy. Going to the bedside, she flipped on the small lamp and then went to turn off the larger ceiling light.

Yawning, she pulled the bag open again and pulled out other guns and placed them on their bed stands. Sitting on the beds edge, she unlaced her boots and stepped out of her pants, clad only in her undershirt and panties. Michael reappeared holding his pants in his hands, and came to the bed setting himself down on the covers, naked as the day he was born. Nikita took his pants and set them aside, and made him get up for a moment and pulled the covers down for him. Michael let himself be tucked in, his eyes closing immediately. Nikita sat by him for a moment, his hand rested on her bare thigh, fingers stroking her skin lovingly even in his exhaustion.

Thank you.

He mumbled not bothering to open his eyes. Nikita stroked his hair with one hand and with her other hand, brought his to her mouth and kissed it.

Sleep Michael.

She didn't have to wait long as within minutes his breathing became deep and even, muscles relaxed and loose at last. Nikita stared down at his calm features, and sighed, their situation hitting her suddenly. They would never be safe and she knew it. She wiped a tear away as she recalled the past weeks events and shuddered inwardly. Yawning, she carefully got to her feet, being careful to not wake him and crawled under the covers, curling up beside him. All too soon, she was asleep as well.

Nikita awoke with a start, sitting up holding the soft blankets up to her chest, her blue eyes wide open, searching the room for some imaginary enemy but found none.

Letting a sigh out, she rested her elbow on her bent knee, leaning her head on her hand and tried to slow her breathing down. Looking to Michael's side of the bed, she saw he was gone. On the pillow was a sheet of paper; his distinct handwriting was in bold black lettering across the page. Picking it up, she quickly scanned the short note.

Nikita, see you downstairs for coffee. Michael.

Nikita let her knees drop and she fell back into the warmth of the bed, letting her eyes close for a few moments more before getting up.

Michael, you look so much better this morning. Did you sleep well?

Madame Belanger stroked his neatly combed hair as she set down a steaming cup of coffee in front of him on the table. Michael gave her a faint smile and nodded.

Thank you.. I did.

He watched the older woman slide into her chair across from him, her old face merry as ever. She picked up her cup and sipped quietly, her eyes fairly twinkled at him from over the rim.

She is indeed as lovely as you described her. I see the love you have for her in those eyes of yours.

She teased him gently, pausing long enough to set her cup back down. Michael finished the mouthful of toast in his mouth and wiped his hands on the huge linen napkin on his lap.

You know why we are here.

He stated in a hushed voice purposely ignoring her question. Madame B smiled all the more, knowing he wouldn't answer her even if she demanded to know. Instead, she nodded, her face slowly becoming more serious.

Oui. I do indeed. This is a dangerous game you play with Section. Does she know?

She asked motioning above her, obviously referring to Nikita.

No.

Michael took another sip, savoring the luxury of being able to eat and feel reasonably calm for the first time in 5 days.

You must know I would do anything for you after..

Her voice trailed off, her face took on a sad look. Michael reached across the table, offering his hand to her, which she immediately took as a smile once more reached her eyes. Just then, Nikita appeared in the kitchen door hands in her pant pockets.

Good morning.

She greeted them stepping into view. Madame B released his hand and got to her feet, holding both her hands out to her. Nikita allowed the older woman to lead her to the table and pour her a cup of coffee as well. Michael looked at her silently, his hand taking hers under the table, and brought it to his lap. Nikita leaned over and bumped shoulders with him when Madame's back was turned, tending to her baking bread.

How did you sleep?

She asked quietly.

Well.

Was his simple reply. Nikita smiled and sipped her coffee watching the older lady move about the kitchen, humming a sweet tune.

Nikita,, would you care for some breakfast? You must be very hungry.

She asked looking up at her from her stove. Smiling politely, Nikita nodded, feeling her stomach growl hungrily at the wafting smells floating about the kitchen.

Yes, thank you. Can I help?

She offered. Madame B waved her hand.

Oh goodness,, no,,,, sit,, enjoy your coffee.

She smiled once again and brought her a plate with scrambled eggs and toast. Nikita breathed in the delicious smell and sighed, thinking she was in breakfast heaven.

After eating, Madame B left them in the spacious covered porch in the backyard sitting on a swing together, insisting they take at least 15 minutes to sit and enjoy her fall garden. Michael pulled her close to him, his arm resting around her shoulder as they swung back and forth, the ropes creaking. Nikita pulled her feet up and leaned against him, her cheek on his chest.

Who is she to you?

She asked quietly, her fingers intertwined with his on his lap. Michael looked off to the side, giving the swing another push with his one foot.

Madame B is a friend.

He said simply looking down at their hands. Nikita pulled her head back so she could look at him.

Section?

He shook his head.

No. Old life.

Nikita gave him a look of surprise. Michael continued.

She saved my life once. It was just before I was arrested and brought in to Section. Her maiden name was Dian.

Nikita sat up, pulling away from him to lean on the armrest behind her, listening with interest.

Dian?

Yes, She is Rene Dian's great aunt.

PART 5.

Dian... as in your friend I killed Rene Dian?

Nikita looked visibly pained and got to her feet, taking a few steps away to seat herself on the porch steps. Michael watched her for a moment and then continued.

She knows about Section.

He looked out into the garden, not really seeing the beauty that lie before him. Nikita shook her head; thankful she was sitting down other wise she would have fallen.

She knows,,, how?

I told her.

You told her? Are you insane Michael? She is in danger now.. No one on the outside knows about us.. no one who lives that is.

She retorted turning to face him once again. Michael turned his attention back to her, his expression unreadable. Nikita bit her lip, looking out onto the small fountain in the middle of the garden watching the water trickle out of the rocks.

Does she know it was me who killed him?

She knows that Section killed him.

He said simply. Nikita shook her head and got to her feet, her hands digging into her deep pockets, and walked away from him, the small stones of the path crunched under her feet. Michael stood up to go after but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

Let her go, my dear. She needs some time.

The soft voice of Madame B spoke in a calm tone beside him. Michael looked down at her with his green eyes, searching her face for any signs of anger but found none. She gave him a small rueful smile as she slipped her arm in his.

I forgive her as I know she was doing what she was ordered to do,, as you were Michael. Rene knew his life might come to a tragic violent end, as did I. I am only sorry it was you who had to be involved. You're a good man just like he was. See that you stay that way.

She patted his arm in a comforting manner. Michael looked at Nikita slowly walking along the path, her back still to them. Madame B followed his gaze and smiled again, shaking her head.

Give her a few minutes.

Michael gently disengaged his arm from hers, giving her the smallest trace of a smile.

Thank you.

He said sincerely, his eyes fixed on the older woman's as he spoke.

Rene meant very much to me and I was sorry when he died. It was just another in the long line of cruelties Section has forced me to commit.

Madame B nodded her head, her hand cupping the side of his face lovingly.

Yes,, I understand fully.

She paused.

There is much time still to talk. Go to her.

With tearing eyes, the older woman watched as he turned, taking the steps in one bound and run off at an easy pace. .

Michael found her leaning against a huge tree, her eyes fixed on the colorful leaves overhead. Hearing his approach, she turned and looked at him. He saw her tears falling in small streaks down her paled cheeks making him stop short. Looking away, Nikita tossed down what was left of the big red leaf she had shredded.

So, what do we do now?

She asked picking up a new leaf, wiping the wetness from her face with the back of her hand, and then turn her back to him. Michael took a few more steps until he was a few feet from her.

We make plans.

He said simply, hands laced at his front, his old section stance returning. Nodding, she took a few steps away from him, her hand reaching up and pulling on a low branch just over her head.

You have any suggestions?

She asked making the branch bounce up and down. Michael stared at her, as always, he was unreadable and it made her feel angry.

God Michael, we aren't in Section anymore, you can drop the spy boy routine and quit staring at me like I was Operations or worse,, Madeline.

She sounded disgusted as she let the branch fly up suddenly and sat herself down on the ground, back up against the huge trunk. Michael looked around them before speaking.

Ni-ki-ta..

He drew out her name slowly in his sultry voice making her glance up at him with a clouded expression of her own.

We can rest here for a few more days if you like.

He continued quietly, a slight breeze lifting the wavy ends of his auburn hair. Nikita dropped her head onto her arms, closing her eyes and said nothing. The touch of his hand on her head startled her, making her jump slightly. Pulling her head up, she came face to face with him as he knelt in front of her, balancing easily on his boots. Pushing her hair back from her eyes, he cupped her chin with his other hand, holding her face up to his making her look at him.

Do you want to be with me?

His face was still unreadable; the touch of his warm hands on her cool face, distracting.

How can you ask me that Michael?

Nikita kept her hands clasped together. Michael leaned forward until his mouth hovered just over hers, their breath mingling.

I needed to hear you say it.

He whispered, pulling her mouth onto his in a light kiss. Nikita responded despite her conflicted emotions, knowing he would always be part of her no matter how she felt.

Madeline looked up at the perch from Birkoff's station, a satisfied smile lit up her face as she lifted her cell to her ear. Birkoff felt sick to his stomach having to listen to the smugness in her voice as she called with the good news. Operations pulled out his phone and answered, his back still to the floor below.

Yes?

We can send them a message. Birkoff managed to connect to the router, but we don't know where it is located as of yet.

She smiled broadly when he turned around to look down to where she was standing. His whole face changed and he nodded, a vengeful smile spreading over his dark features.

Good, So lets reach out a touch somebody, shall we?

PART 6.

Nikita wiped the large table down with a soapy cloth; the fragrant candle in the middle filled the room with a soft rose scent. Madame b was drying the last of the dishes, leaning against the counter watching her. Nikita felt her gaze and she flushed darkly. Guilt washed over her like a heavy blanket recalling the look on Rene's face when she shot him.

I know what happened.

She said softly setting down the dish she held and pulled out a chair, seating herself. Nikita clutched the cloth tightly, not knowing what to say. Madame B saw her discomfort and smiled, indicating she should sit across the table from her. Reluctantly, Nikita sat down, setting the cloth down in front of her. Lifting her eyes, she looked directly into the older woman's.

You know what?

She asked trying to stay calm, fearing what she might do if she found out about Rene's death and the part she played in it. Madame sighed, nodding, and folded her plump hands.

Rene. I know you shot him.

Nikita blanched, looking away. Madame B shook her head.

No no,,, don't be upset my dear.. I understand why it happened. Michael told me the whole story. you were under orders.

She gave her an understanding smile, waiting for Nikita to grasp what she had just said. Nikita looked down for a moment, and then raised her eyes to meet hers.

And you don't hate me?

She asked in a strained voice. Madame B let a small laugh escape, shaking her head.

Of course not. Just as I told Michael, you both were under orders and Rene led his life recklessly. I am sorry it had to be you who pulled the trigger. He was a good boy, my Rene,,, but he made poor choices. It was an end that at least came easily and quickly. For that, I must thank you.

Nikita hung her head down, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. No, don't ever thank me for that. I hated my life in Section,,,, the killing I was forced to commit..

She let her voice trail off and brought her face back up once again.

Madame B reached out offering her hand that Nikita hesitatingly accepted.

Squeezing it firmly, she gave it a slight shake.

Be free. Be happy. Promise yourself you will live your life with the man you love and not live with any regrets. It can be over so quickly and then there are no second chances.

Nikita nodded, giving her a smile, wiping away the small tear that managed to spill over onto her cheek.

I promise.

They talked for an hour or so until Michael entered. By this time, both of them were almost in hysterics with the giggles, both of them wiping the tears from their faces.

Michael, come in. We were just talking about your friend Walter. He sounds like quite the character.

Madame B got to her feet, pulling her shawl about her wide shoulders taking the tray of dishes from his hands. Glancing up at the clock, she clucked.

Oh mon dieu,,, its much too late for me to be up. I must be getting to bed.

She set the tray down on the counter and turned to Nikita, her arms opening wide and taking her up in a gentle warm squeeze. Nikita hugged her back, closing her eyes enjoying the feeling of the closest thing to a mothers touch in years.

Good night.

She smiled as Madame B reached out and did the same to Michael. Pulling back, she ran her hands into his hair, giving it a playful tug, then patted the side of his face.

Good night my dear. Sleep well.

Michael smiled briefly kissing the older woman's cheeks, which made her laugh as she disappeared up the stairs leaving them alone. Nikita had a big smile on her face as she leaned over to blow out the candle, her eyes looking alive for the first time in awhile. Michael went to the fridge, pulled out a pitcher of milk and poured a large glassful. Holding up the pitcher, he asked her with motion of she wanted some. Shaking her head, she locked the back door, letting the lacy curtain fall down over the beveled glass.

You seem to get along well.

He mentioned taking a sip of the cold milk. Nikita nodded coming towards him and wrapping her arms around his trim waist. Michael took another gulp as he put his one arm over her shoulders. Nikita leaned up to him; her tongue darted over his upper lip, lapping up the milky moustache. Michael kissed her back, his hand rubbing her shoulder as they stood together in the semi darkness of the kitchen.

Yes, she is a wonderful lady. I hate to leave this place. It feels so safe here.

I trained you better then that didn't I?

He said abruptly his eyes conveying his disappointment with her statement. Nikita pulled her head back, a surprised look came over her face and she pulled out of his arms.

No Michael, I thought we could just hang here for the next year or so.

She paused pushing her hair back over her shoulder, her hands then resting on her hips, her voice sarcastic.

God Michael.. I am not stupid.. I know we are in constant danger and that we cant stay.

Michael once again, appeared every bit the Section operative. His face became blank, his body rigid as he listened to her. Nikita threw her hands up in mock surrender.

Well,, look at you.. You run from Section only to drag it along with you.

Again she paused, hoping he might say something,, anything. When he didn't, she turned to leave.

I'm going to bed.

Nikita.

His voice stopped her in mid step and she waited, hand on the doorframe. Michael came up behind her; his hands going to her hair, smoothing it down over her shoulder then rest on her hips. Nuzzling her neck, he pulled her close to him.

I have to be like this. It's the only way I can ensure our survival.

He explained. Nikita pulled out of his embrace, turning to face him shaking her head.

No,, no you don't. I am not some recruit who will slip you up or make some grand mistake. In case you haven't noticed Michael, I can be myself when we are out here, but I can also be the Section trained Operative when need be. You'd think after all this time; you would have figured that out by now. Trust me Michael,, you don't have to play the hero all the time.

She ended her tirade by turning on her heel and leaving him in the darkened kitchen.

Walter, come up to my office, now.

The voice of Operations filtered into the comm down in munitions above he older mans head and he jumped, dropping the heavy box he held. Cursing lowly, he stood up, shaking out the cramp in his fingers.

Yeah sure,, on my way.

He responded grabbing his leather coat and adjusting his grey ponytail.

Operations stood in the perch by the huge windows accompanied by Madeline as they waited for Walter to enter. They didn't have to wait long. Walter glanced between them, suddenly feeling like he was the first course in a huge meal.

You wanted to see me?

He asked hands slipping into his back pockets. Operations nodded seating himself on the ledge, elbow resting on his knee.

I have a proposition for you Walter.

Walter waited patiently for him to explain.

We know you helped Michael and Nikita to escape. What you don't know is that we managed to figure out a way to send them a message on the field router you gave them.

Walter started to deny it but was silenced when Ops lifted his hand indicating he wanted quiet.

Don't bother to deny it, we know what you did and have all along.

Madeline stepped forward taking over.

We want you to make them realize they have to come back. You are going send a message to Nikita and Michael explaining to them if they don't come back in on their own, we will cancel both Nikita and you when we find them.

Walter looked horrified; his body seemed to go slack for a moment.

You cant really mean that..

Madeline smiled.

However, if they come back in on their own, we will let you both live.

Her brown eyes regarded him coolly, her arms crossed calmly over her bosom. Walter flushed red with anger.

I don't care if you cancel me..

I know Walter, that's why she will be cancelled as well. Perhaps you might find it in your heart to care now?

Walter practically seethed; the urge to kill her where she stood was strong. Seeing he had no options, he made a disgusted sound.

Madeline, you're a real piece of work.

She smiled sweetly.

Yes, aren't I?

PART 7.

Michael entered their room after staying downstairs in the main parlor for well over an hour. He knew she was angry, but like so many times before in their relationship, he knew it would work out in the end.. it always did. The room was dim the only light was coming from the small bedside lamp. He could see her lying on her side, facing away from him under the covers. Closing the door quietly behind him, he then locked it securely and walked to the beds edge and sat down to pull his boots off. Pulling his sweater up over his head, he let it drop onto the floor and then got up again, going to the dresser where the router was hidden. The small lights blinked indicating it was still working. Placing it on the top of the dresser, his fingers pulled at the wide leather belt he wore and then unzipped the zipper.

Michael..

Her voice made him stop and look up at her from the end of the bed. Nikita sat up, holding her hand out to him, her face looking troubled. Michael closed the distance, his hand taking hers as he sat down close beside her at the beds edge. He stroked her face with his hands and leaned in to kiss her softly, tasting the salt of tears. Her hands went up to rest on his arms, stroking the warm skin, feeling the muscles ripple underneath her palms.

I don't know what made me say those things to you downstairs,,, I just got angry..

Michael kissed her again, preventing her from making any further apologies.

Nikita took shaky breaths in, happy he was close to her once again.

You are right about me.

She sniffed, enjoying the feel of his hands on her face. He looked at her, waiting for her to explain.

I am an emotional person; it will be my undoing one-day.

Michael shook his head.

That's what attracted me in the beginning.

He replied lifting her hair from her shoulder and wind in his hand.

You're so alive Nikita. I live thru you.

He pushed her back, pressing her down in the bed with his body weight, their mouths finding the other. He was loving and slow in his advances, fingers pulled at each small button of her shirt until she was laid bare to his eyes. Nikita let her hands wander up and down his smooth back, nails lightly scratching his skin as he moved over her. Michael pulled back only long enough to divest himself of his pants before rejoining her under the warm covers. Taking her by the wrists, he held her down, kissing the soft skin of her throat whispering to her, making her moan in response. Just then, a strange clicking sound filled the room making Michael roll off of her, hand reaching for his gun. Sitting up, they both looked at the router. Cautiously, Michael walked to it, picking it up. His stomach dropped as he read the tiny message flashing on a small screen. Nikita got to her feet, and came to his side.

What? What is it Michael?

She asked pulling it from his hands. Michael let her read the screen for herself.

Michael, both of you must return or Nikita and I will be cancelled when they find you. If you comply, they will allow us to both live.

Nikita gave the router back to Michael, her face expressionless as she went and sat back on the bed. Michael set the router down and pulled out the laptop, his fingers moving quickly over the keys.

I won't allow them to kill Walter.

She said in a flat voice, pulling the sheet around her nude body feeling suddenly chilled. Michael glanced up at her and then went back to his work.

And I wont allow them to take us back in.

PART 8.

Madame B brought the tray in to the living room, quietly clucking worriedly to herself, all the while casting them glances of concern. Adjusting her shawl, she peeked out the heavy damask lace curtains, noticing a heavy snow had begun to fall.

Nikita sat on the floor curled up between Michael's thighs, her arm resting on one of them as she stared almost sullenly into the crackling fire in the glass window of the woodstove. Madame B pulled her shawl about her shoulders more tightly, feeling a chill run down her spine. Letting the curtain fall back into place, she stared at the router on the small table beside Michael glaring at it with frustrated eyes. Michael rubbed Nikita's tight shoulders gently, watching the raw emotions pass over the older woman's face. Michael felt concern for her and decided then they had to leave. As if feeling his intentions, Madame B looked over to him, and shook her head.

Oh no you don't. You cant up and leave. This house is your home.

She stated firmly crossing her arms defiantly as she sat in the big comfy chair across from them. Nikita looked up over her coffee mug, watching the older woman almost plead with Michael with her eyes alone. She knew that look well,,, it was one she had often used with Michael herself since coming to Section. Michael watched her silently with his fathomless green eyes, feeling the same pain inside, only hiding it as always.

Thank you,,,,, but you know we have to go.

He finally said quietly running his fingers over the bare skin of Nikita's neck. Madame B looked down, her grey eyes suddenly shimmering over. Hurriedly, she pulled out a hanky, blowing her nose noisily, and wiped her eyes. Nodding her head, she sighed reaching for her water glass.

I suppose you're right. but I don't like it,,,, not one bit.

She said giving in to the idea of them leaving her. Nikita set her coffee cup on the small table by Michael's hair and went to the older woman's side and seating herself on the arm of the chair. Giving her a supporting hug, Nikita smiled.

You have been so wonderful, but like Michael said, it's dangerous for us to stay any longer. You could be in jeopardy.

Madame B waved her hand as if indifferent.

Bah, this Section doesn't worry me. I am an old woman; I have lived a good life. I have no regrets.

She gave Nikita a small smile, but not really feeling it.

There is a lot of snow out there,,, makes everything so surreal doesn't it?

She let a small sigh escape and then got to her feet, putting in another piece of wood in the stove. Straightening up, she turned back to look at them.

Michael, in the basement, there is a trap door. In that room, there are guns and ammo that Rene used to leave with me. You can take it all. There is also a mobile home you can take in the main garage. It is fully gassed, and has all the comforts of home on the road. This way, you won't need to risk yourselves being seen or remembered by hotel staff wherever you go.

Pausing she went to the hallway and opened a closet, pulling down a box. Closing the door, she came back and set the box on his lap. Michael looked up at her, his eyes questioning. She smiled ruefully, motioning for him to open it. Seating herself down again, she waited patiently for him. Nikita came to his side and watched as he removed the lid, setting it on the carpet beside him. Nikita cocked her eyebrow up in surprise. Reaching down, Michael lifted out several rolled up wads of 20, 50 and 100-dollar bills.

There must be thousands in here.

Nikita said looking up to the older woman. Madame B nodded.

Yes, indeed there is. Last time I counted, there was $125 thousand. It was Rene's money. He left it here the last time I saw him. I want you to take it and use it to help to disappear from sight for as long as you can.

Michael set the money down and put the lid back on the box. He was quiet for a moment and then got to his feet, bringing the box to her. Kneeling down, he set it on her lap.

I cannot take this.

He said simply, taking her hands in his. Madame B frowned, shaking her head.

Yes, yes you can and yes you will. It's what Rene would have wanted for you Michael. He only wanted you to fight for what you believed in. make him proud. Take it and beat this Section at their game. Prove you can leave them behind, live your life free.

She urged him pulling her one hand free to rest on his shoulder. Bringing her eyes up to Nikita who stood by watching, she nodded.

Please,,, say yes and accept this.

Michael finally nodded, accepting the box she pushed into his hands and stood up. Giving the box to Nikita , he turned once more to Madame B, helping her to her feet. With hands clasped in his, he gave them each a kiss, making her choke back a small sob.

For Rene.

He whispered, raising his eyes to look at her. Madame B nodded in agreement.

Yes,,, for Rene.

PART 9.

Walter sat in munitions, his attention fixed on a small listening device just sent in from Center. He sat back on the stool and leaned his head into his hands for a moment, his eyes tired from lack of sleep. After being forced to send that message to Michael and Nikita, he was wracked with guilt with the prospect they might come back just to save his old sorry arse. He groaned, fidgeting with the too tight headband and decided he needed to talk to Birkoff. Picking up his comm. Unit, he placed it in his ear and looked out across the big hall to where Birkoff was busily typing at his station.

Birkoff,,, got a minute?

Birkoff looked momentarily startled but quickly hid his reaction, his face turned to look at the older man. He nodded slightly but kept typing. Walter rubbed his eyes, trying to make it look like he was busy by returning his attention to his work.

Any progress in locating them?

No. Michael is keeping a few steps in front of us so far.

Birkoff whispered , his fingers still flying over his keyboard. Walter gave a small chuckle.

Good for him,, he is no dummy. He is gonna stay ahead of them forever as long as he is careful.

He paused for a moment and then continued.

You know they are going to cancel Nikita and I if they don't come back on their own.

Birkoff pulled his eyes up off his screen, a stricken look came over his face.

No way.

He breathed, his fingers stopping on the keyboard. Glancing up at the perch, he could see Operations talking to Madeline. They were looking at the panels they each held, not paying much attention to the goings on below. Birkoff licked his lips and saw that Walter was watching him. The older man grinned , shaking his head sadly.

Nope, not kidding. I know that my sugar will come back to save my sorry butt,,, and between you and me, I love that girl too much to let her give up her freedom.

What are you saying Walter?

Birkoff felt his stomach lurch painfully at Walter's cryptic words. Walter cocked his head to the side and laughed. The sound seemed hollow in Birkoff's ear.

I am an old man Birkoff,,, I can easily let go of all this to save her. Its been a ride amigo,,, and frankly, I am quite happy to park this and move on.

He waved his hands about, referring to his surroundings. Birkoff hung his head down, a helpless angry feeling washed over him knowing he could do nothing to change his mind.

I have a favor to ask you.

Walter waited for the younger man to lift his head back up.

I want you to get a message to her for me. Can you do it?

Birkoff nodded.

Yeah,, no problem Walter.

Madame B watched from the porch, her eyes sadly taking in the fact they were truly leaving. They had spent the night getting the motor home ready, filling it with supplies, food stuffs and the ammo Rene had left behind. Pulling her coat tighter, she brushed off the mounting snow from the railing on the wide front porch. She knew they were almost done and she turned, a deep sadness at losing him once again. Michael had just finished lacing down the guns under the master bed in the back when he heard Nikita sigh. Standing up, he brushed his knees off and came to the front to stand by her side.

What is it?

Nikita kept staring at the porch where the older woman had just been and leaned down on the back of the drivers high back seat.

She is so sad, Michael. You have got to talk to her.

She said simply looking up at him. Michael tucked his loose wavy hair back behind his ears, his face hiding his thoughts as always.

I know.

His voice was steady and quiet. Looking about the vehicle once again, he seemed satisfied with it and headed for the door.

It's time.

He said holding out his hand to her, waiting on the bottom step for her to follow him back to the house. Nikita nodded, dreading having to bid her goodbye. Placing her hand in his, she smiled a sad smile feeling his fingers giving hers a gentle squeeze.

Madame B took off her coat, hanging it up in the hall closet and seated herself by the wood stove in the main parlor. Her fingers were laced tightly in her lap, heart pounding anxiously knowing it would be over in just a few short minutes and she would have lost Michael again. The sound of the door opening brought her eyes up from her lap as she waited for them to appear. Nikita came in first, holding her gloves in her hand, her cheeks a pale rosy pink.

Michael will be in a moment...

Nikita felt her voice falter and she cleared her throat, bringing her eyes back to meet the older woman's.

I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for us,,,, for Michael.. I.. I

Madame B smiled a sad smile and held out her hand to her. Nikita came forward and found herself enveloped in a firm loving embrace.

It's all right my dear. I hope you will be happy where ever you go. And always remember your promise to me.

She pulled back and wiped Nikita's now wet face with the corner of her shawl. Nikita nodded.

Yes, I remember.

Good. That's all I ask.

Michael appeared in the doorway, taking in the tender moment between the two women. A dull ache tore into his stomach at the thought of causing either of them such pain, but instead of giving in to it, he entered the room, his face hiding his emotions.

Nikita, it's time.

His voice was calm as always. Nikita gave the older woman's hand one last squeeze.

I will wait for you in the motor home.

She stammered putting on her hat as she brushed past Michael, leaving them alone. Madame B turned away from him, gazing out the window, watching Nikita step up into the home.

She is a lovely young woman,,, you chose well. I feel she truly loves you.

She said quietly, her hands still feeling the damp edge on her shawl where she had dried Nikita's tears only moments earlier. Michael looked at her profile, admiring her strength.

I know.

He responded finally when she looked back at him. Nodding she held out her hand to him. Michael came forward, clasping her hand between both of his and brought it up to his chest.

There are three women in this world that I love.

He said quietly, pausing for a moment, hoping he would use the right words.

And there are three women in this world I would die for.

Madame B fought back a sob knowing how hard it was for him to admit such feelings, and waited patiently for him to finish. Michael let his fingers gently trail down the side of her old wrinkled face.

For you, I would die. And for you, I have much love.

He leaned down and kissed each of her cheeks softly.

We will see one another again.

Madame B nodded wordlessly, leaning into his kisses, hating to let him go. With her free hand, she curled his loose hair around her finger and then tucked it behind his ear once more.

Go now.

She said her eyes memorizing his image in her mind. Michael slowly released her hand and then turned quickly, exiting the room leaving her behind.

PART 10.

Nikita pulled her feet up, resting her back against the window, her fingers playing with her coffee mug on the small dining table. They had driven well into the night heading out east on many of the side roads. Considering the deep snow and road conditions, the motor home seemed to navigate the roads easily enabling them to cover a good distance between them and Madame B's house. Finding a quiet off the road place to park for the evening had been easy. Michael stood by the small stove, adjusting the heat under some eggs he was boiling. Glancing over at her, he saw her eyes staring at the router, a pained expression on her face. Turning the heat down slightly, he picked up his mug of coffee and slid into the booth opposite her. Reaching over, he rested his hand over hers. Nikita kept her eyes on the router, her lower lip quivered as she thought of Walter.

How can I stay on the outside when they are going to kill Walter?

She asked breaking the quiet between them. Michael kept his eyes on her face wishing he could offer her some solace but knew he couldn't. Nikita scratched at her knee as she wriggled her toes inside her boots. Picking up her mug, she sipped the now just warm coffee and made a face, setting it back down too hard. Michael watched her get to her feet take a few steps to the sink and pick up the washcloth. Squeezing out the excess water, she came back to wipe the spilled coffee from the tabletop. Michael leaned back in the booth seats, concerned over Nikita's growing moody periods. He knew she was upset over the message from Section but then, so was he.

He offered to help us Nikita. He knew the risks.

He said quietly. Nikita stood back upright and stared down at him, her face incredulous.

Don't be such an unfeeling bastard Michael.

Nikita turned away, slamming the washcloth into the sink then stalked off down the hall to the bedroom. Angrily, she slid the vinyl door across the single doorframe, effectively shutting him off from her. Michael let his hands curl around his mug, his green eyes darkened as he stared at the small wafts of steam rise from the pot of boiling eggs and then over to the router on the chair across from him. She was right. He knew it and so did she. He had to be this way when it came to Section. Fifteen yrs with them had left him a man divided in two. One half the perfect Operative, the other a man he had kept hidden from the world and often, from his own self. It was Nikita who had come into his life and made him whole again and who had helped him once again discover the man inside. Getting to his feet, he turned the heat off on the stove and placed the pot in the sink. Running some cool water over the eggs, he turned and looked at the closed door knowing how torn up she must be feeling. Turning the tap off, he placed the eggs in a small plastic bowl and put it in the refrigerator. Drying the pot and putting it safely away in a cupboard, he then turned to the front of the home and pulled the heavy dark blue curtain over the entire front window, shutting out the cold snowy world. Rubbing his scalp with his fingers, he closed his eyes wearily, hoping she would let him in.

Nikita pulled the brush through her hair, staring at the blankets covering her, her mind working furiously trying to formulate a way to save Walter. He was such a sweet man, always willing to do pretty much anything for her. The father she never had. Sighing, she settled back in the large fluffy pillows of the bed, and looked up at the door she had so angrily slammed shut earlier and wondered what he was doing. She could hear muffled sounds of the water and a cupboard but then it was quiet. Looking down at the bottom of the vinyl door, she could see the lights shut off. Gripping her brush tightly, she saw the door move, then fold aside slowly. Michael stepped into the muted light of the small wall lamp by her head, leaving the door half open. Setting his gun on the small bed table, he then stood upright and pulled his sweater up over his head. Nikita cleared her throat and went back to brushing her hair, purposely not looking at him. Pulling at the wide belt, his fingers easily pulled it apart and then pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

Would you move over?

His voice made her jump, and she frowned, hating herself for allowing him to affect her so. Placing the brush beside his gun, she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with leftover anger. Throwing the covers back, she stood up, pushing him back against the wall out of her way.

Better yet Michael; I will let you have the whole dammed bed.

She ground out turning to reach for one of the many blankets laid out. Michael waited for her to turn around after gathering up a blanket and then blocked her way out. Nikita held the blanket up to her chest, starting to feel chilly.

Don't be like this Nikita.

Nikita stepped back, putting a bit of distance between them.

Well, if I seem a little too angry it's because I have be angry enough for us both. Picking up the slack for you is a lot of work you know.

Michael let his eyes move past her head and took in a long slow breath.

I care what happens to him too. But there is nothing..

You what? You care? Why Michael,,,, is that an admission of emotion? Well, let me call Madeline and let her in on it too. Wont she be disappointed in you.

Nikita tossed the blanket down on the bed beside them, her arms crossed over her chest trying to stay warm. Michael stared back, giving her the classic blank stare, infuriating her all the more.

You take the bed Michael. I will sleep out there.

She bent down to retrieve the blanket again and found herself pinned on the bed, face down under his full weight. Nikita turned her head, gasping for air as he held her down easily.

After everything, you should know me better then that Nikita.

His voice was low, close to her ear, his breath warm on her skin. Struggling, she tried to buck him off but to no avail. He could always out maneuver her.

Well, its not easy knowing you Michael. You only let people in so far in and then it's a locked door. You never let anyone close enough to get to know you. That includes me. I love Walter. I am not afraid to go back to Section if it means I can save him.

She panted grimaced as the cold buckle of his belt dug into her back. Michael laid his head against hers; a sigh escaped his lips loud enough for her to hear.

He is dead anyways. Going back wont help him.

He whispered in her ear, loosening his grip on her arms slightly. Nikita clamped her mouth shut denying his truthful statement. Deep down, she knew it to be true.

Kita, you know he would gladly die if it meant he knew you'd be free from that place.

Nikita felt a slow painful squeeze on her heart and she renewed her struggle under him. Kicking furiously, she twisted under him, half succeeding in her efforts to get out from under. All too soon, she was gasping between sobs, their bodies entwined in the blankets as he held her tightly, allowing her to vent her pent up emotions to boil over at last. Nikita moaned, sobbing Walter's name, apologizing, cursing laughing and crying all at the same time. Michael held her close, hoping she could come to terms with what would happen.

Sobs soon turned to sniffles and then hiccups as she quieted down, her body relaxing in his arms.

I will make them pay for this one day Michael. I swear I will.

PART 11.

Nikita settled back in his arms, grateful for the warmth his body gave off, as she felt cold and empty inside, her heart heavy with thoughts of Walter. Laying her head on his shoulder, Nikita yawned tiredly, listening to the wind outside. Michael ran his hand up and down her arm, kissing the top of her head occasionally wishing there was a way to save the older man if it wasn't already too late.

Are we safe here for the night?

She asked closing her eyes, pulling her leg up to rest across his under the covers.

I think so. I have the area wired for security.

Nikita yawned again, lifting her head back to look up at him.

I don't know how to feel.

She said quietly, leaning into his hand as he stroked her face, his thumb outlining her brow.

Sleep.

He suggested giving her a light kiss. Nikita opened her eyes and pulled his head back down to hers, her mouth touching his once again. Michael pulled back.

Sleep.

He repeated and turned the lamp off by his head. The room settled into semi darkness, the light of the snow outside the home cast eerie shadows across the large window above their bed. Nikita felt him wriggle down to a comfortable position beside her, his body relaxing. Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked down at him, tracing his collarbone with her finger.

Nikita..

Ssshhhh.

She cut him off placing her fingers over his mouth.

Just help me to forget.

She whispered pulling herself to lie atop him.

Even if it is just for tonight.

Michael let his hands slide up her hips, pushing the t-shirt she wore up and rest on the small of her back as they kissed. Over and over their lips touched, caressing the other, exploring what they already knew by instinct, whispering soft words of love.

Michael opened his eyes slowly, a tiny sliver of bright sunlight ran across his face from the window made a line of warmth on his skin. Carefully, he lifted his hand from the still sleeping Nikita's shoulder and looked at his watch. It was 6:30AM. Now the 8th day of their escape from Section. Closing his eyes once again, he decided to enjoy a few more minutes of holding her against him. Looking down at her face, he recalled how desperately she made love to him, as if it were the last time. She was gentle one moment, frantic, the next. She had strained against him, crying out his name loudly over and over, burying her face in his shoulder, clutching him to her as she came. How it felt to feel her hot wet tears fall onto his chest, the soft sobs in the back of her throat as she fell asleep hours later, her fingers still entwined with his. He too mourned the loss of Walter. He was a good man who had broken many a rule to help them be together. A man Michael had admired for as long as he could recall being in Section. To have survived as long as Walter had proved he was a formidable, razor smart man. Something Michael himself strived for and accomplished. Now that life was over.

As over as he could make it. Section would forever be a part of his psyche; their strict ruthless methods had made him one of their top operatives. A man who could kill as easily as one could breathe. Not something he was especially proud of.

Birkoff stood by helplessly as two security ops came from across the open floor, heading straight for them. Turning to Walter, he put out his hand.

Give it to me now. I will see they get it.

Walter carefully placed the tiny disc in Birkoff's hand, and then took him into his arms for a quick bear hug. Pulling back to look at him, Walter straightened his glasses then rested his hand on his shoulder.

Keep em on their toes Birkoff. And above all else, stay vertical.

Walter cast him a big grin, happy to be going to his death for Nikita and Michael. Birkoff tried not to let his sadness show and smiled back.

Right on Walter.

He said copying the older mans lingo. Walter laughed and hugged him one more time as the Ops stood by the entrance. Walter nodded and turned to go, adjusting his leather jacket. As the men each took one of his elbows, they strode off across the great hall. Walter looked up at the perch and wasn't surprised to see it darkened. He shook his head and returned his gaze to in front of him. From behind him, he heard the voice of Birkoff call out.

You the man Walter,,, you the man!

Walter laughed out loud nodding his head letting him know he had heard him. Birkoff clutched the disc in his palm fighting back the stinging tears as the sliding doors closed.

Are you sure this is what you want to do?

Madeline stood stiffly beside Operations watching him watch Walter stride across the hall. He seemed to flinch when Walter looked up at the perch, even though they both knew Walter couldn't see them. Operations cleared his throat, pulling one hand out of his pant pockets to remove the cigarette from his mouth. Blowing a thin long trail of blue smoke, he finally turned his head to look at her

. Yes, I am sure.

Madeline inclined her head stepping back.

I will go and make the arrangements.

PART 12.

Any idea where you would like to go?

Michael asked pouring her a glass of juice. Nikita took the map from his hand laying it out on the table. Pulling her feet up so she could sit with her legs crossed under her, and leaned on the table gazing at the world map.

Not really,,, maybe someplace with a little less of the white stuff?

She suggested nodding her thanks as she sipped on the cold frothy juice. Michael pushed back his hair from his eyes, and slid in the booth seat across from her.

Maybe someplace where I can forget that I killed Walter.

She added pushing the map away after looking at it without much interest. Michael reached over putting his hand over hers. Nikita sighed and pulled the map back after disengaging her hand from his.

I can't help it Michael. I loved Walter. I know I will cope with what happened but I wont forgive myself either.

You didn't kill him Nikita. Section did.

He said quietly bringing his hand back to his side of the table.

Ya think?

Nikita snorted leaning back against the soft backing of the seat. Michael returned her angry look with a quiet neutral stare of his own. Rolling her eyes, Nikita turned to look out the window at the sunny morning outside. Michael turned the map around and glanced over it, giving her time to calm down once again.

I think we should go east, sell the home then head to Europe. Section has many resources but only 5 substations there. The weather report is predicting heavy snow so we need to get moving

. He said after folding the map up neatly and finishing up his coffee. Nikita nodded her head, getting to her feet and headed to the back to get her boots when his arm pulled her against him. Looking up at her, he let his hand move up under the hem of her sweater to caress the smooth skin of her waist. Nikita rested her hands on his shoulders, returning his steady gaze.

You need to focus Nikita. Can you do it?

He asked seriously watching her face carefully. Nikita let her fingers trail into his hair, and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

Of course.

She answered winding the long waves of his hair around her finger. Michael gave her a faint smile and stood up, keeping his arms firmly around her trim waist. They stood still, holding the other tightly, their eyes locked. Recalling last night, Michael took a step back, and went to the front, seating himself in the drivers seat. If he held her much longer, they wouldn't be going anywhere for a few more hours. Nikita picked up their glasses and put them in the sink, washing them off, sighing inwardly wishing they could return to the bed where it was warm and where she could forget for a time of the mess they called their lives. The home's engine started immediately and they pulled out onto the snowy road, heading out to their future.

Birkoff had waited to the end of his shift before he let his hand slide deep into the pocket of his cargo pants, retrieving the disc Walter had left him. Holding it in his palm, he felt like screaming at the perch, grabbing a gun and mowing them down. Walter was a good man who had only helped two people to get the life they deserved. Bringing his attention back, he took a quick look around making sure it was safe to send the message out. After ensuring its invisible send, he took the disc out and made a mental point to destroy it. His screen beeped the message was sent and detection would be impossible. Letting out his breath, he shakily got to his feet and headed for his quarters, making a point of not looking at munitions. It was too painful. For the first time, he thought seriously about getting drunk and the thought left him feeling empty.

They had stopped for lunch when the message came thru the router. Michael picked it up and began to scan it. His heart lurched at the first line. Seeing it was meant for Nikita, he set it down and waited for her to return from the drug store across the street. Placing the router on the bed, he closed the curtains on the wide window over the bed and went up to the front to wait for her. He didn't have to wait long for the door opened and she jumped up the stairs, her cheeks bright pink from the cold wind.

Oh it's so cold out there. Here take this for me.

She handed him two bags and pulled her hat off and unwound the scarf from her neck. Michael set the bags down on one of the easy chairs and turned back to help her take her coat off.

I got some hair color, its a lot darker then mine, but I think you will like it. Here ,, let me show you.

Nikita went to step around him when he shook his head.

What's wrong?

She asked, her stomach dropping like a stone. Michael stroked her hair back from her face, his eyes boring into hers.

A message came.

Nikita blinked, and shook her head, trying to step out of his reach.

No...

She began finding her voice at last, trying to deny it was happening. Knowing it wasn't going to go away, she swallowed hard.

Where?

Michael stepped aside so she could look down the length of the home and saw it on the beds edge thru the doorway. Slowly, she moved towards the door, leaving Michael to watch helplessly. With shaking hands, she sat down beside it staring at it, loathing its very existence. Taking a deep breath, she picked it up and began to read the small type.

*Sugar, its me Walter. I have to make this short so Birkoff can get this to you undetected. It's too late to save me, and its exactly what this old man wished for. Sugar, don't be sad for me, I did it for you. You are the most important person in my life besides Birkoff. To me, you were both my kids. You always made me smile made me happy and by not coming back like they demanded, well, sugar, you made this old mans heart bust with pride. Section be damned. You and Michael are free. Show them up and stay that way.

Above all else, don't think for a second my death is in any way your fault. We all have to die and you made my wish come true. I died for something I believed in and loved. I believe in you Nikita, and I love you. Be happy and always,,,, stay vertical sugar.

Walter.*

Nikita set the router down with shaking hands, staring at the floor unable to move. Michael came to her, and sat down beside her, his arm going around her shoulders. Her breath came in gasps her eyes blurred over and she turned into him, her hands clutching fistfuls of his dark sweater. Michael rocked her back and forth, whispering hushed words of comfort while she sobbed. Closing his eyes, all he felt was sadness for all of them. How he hated Section.

PART 13.

THREE DAYS LATER

Nikita pushed back her newly colored hair from her bright blue eyes and gave the home one last look over. All of their belongings had been removed and the home sold to a older couple from Texas. Michael had handled the whole affair making her wait in the motel room for him to return. Having him sell it alone made their trail that much colder for Section to try and follow if they ever managed to close in. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she made her way to the front and jumped easily down the 3 steps to the ground. Michael took the bag from her shoulder, placing it inside the doorway of their room. Nikita looked back up at it and sighed.

It's such a shame to sell it. She was so generous by giving it to us.

It served its purpose.

He replied picking up another small bag and taking it in the room. Nikita nodded, still looking at the home.

Yah,,,, served its purpose.

She murmured shaking her head watching him sort thru the keys on the chain he held. Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up at her, his fingers forcing the metal apart. Nikita stepped past him into the room and took her coat off, tossing it on the bed.

I will be back as soon as I meet up with the couple.

He said quietly opening the zippered pocket of his jacket, dropping in the chain.

Will you be all right?

He asked coming up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Nikita nodded, letting her hand rest over his.

Of course.

She watched the many children in the park across the street. Michael followed her gaze, and pulled her around to face him. Softly tracing her brow with his thumb, he gave her one of his rare smiles.

Perhaps one day..

He let his voice trail off, not daring to give in to his own deep dreams of having a family with her. Instead, he gave her a light kiss, his hands rested on her shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles he found there. Nikita gave him a weak smile, knowing he was only trying to make her feel better. After a few more kisses, Michael turned and left her alone, the door closing firmly behind him. Nikita pulled the heavy dark green drapes across the windows and turned the small motel radio, her body swaying to the strains of a soft jazz tune. Stripping down, she headed for the shower and turned the water on to hot. Once he bathroom had steamed up, she steeped into the stream of pulsing water, letting out a sigh. The water pounded on her head and shoulders, forcing her tense muscles to relax at last.

With her eyes closed, she leaned against the wall with her hands, head bowed under the steaming water. Her now dark hair fell over her face in wet tendrils but she didn't care. Her mind whirled, memories of their escape, the hard drive, Madame B, the messages, Walter..

Nikita sighed, feeling the tears well up once again at the thought of him. Dear sweet Walter. He had given so much for them. Turning slowly, she let her head fall back, the water almost scalding her skin yet she took little notice. It was like she was punishing herself for not helping him. More tears fell from her eyes and she sank to the floor of the tub, holding her face into her knees. How she hated Section, hated this existence she called her life. How could have things gotten so out of hand. The water continued to flow over her until finally, she couldn't stand the scalding heat no longer. Reaching up, she flipped the faucet off and let her head fall forward, her mind numb.

Michael returned to the room, looking forward to seeing her and showing her his surprise in his jacket pocket. Sliding the key into the door, he opened it and found the room in semi darkness, her clothes in a careless pile on the floor. Sensing something amiss, he pulled out his gun, cocking it and entered the room slowly. Holding the gun upright near his face, his sharp eyes took in every detail as he crept in, closing the door behind him. The only apparent sound was the small radio on the bed stand, the announcers voice laughing at some inane joke. Michael saw the light coming from the bathroom door yet heard no water and it made him nervous. The router was un touched, as was the luggage and he then continued to make his way to the bathroom door. Leaning upside the wall, he kicked the door open, bringing the gun down in front of him, pointed at the shower. Behind the opaque curtain, he saw the form of Nikita, unmoving in the corner. Holstering his gun, he pulled back the curtain to see her shivering curled up naked body. Yanking his gloves off, he knelt by the tub, his hands reached out and touched her damp hair that fell over her knees, hiding her face from him.

Ni-ki-ta...

He said her name slowly, gently, taking care not to scare her. Nikita pulled back slightly, a violent shiver washed over her icy cold body. Michael pulled his jacket off, throwing out the door onto to a chair by the TV. Turning his attention back to her once again, he pulled down a large towel, shaking it open to wrap around her shoulders and back. Nikita shook her head, small inaudible sounds coming from deep inside her. Michael stepped into the tub and pulled her up into his arms, being careful to keep as much of the towel around her as possible.

Ni-ki-ta...

He repeated her name as he slid his arm down behind her legs and lift her easily up off her unsteady feet. Nikita burrowed her face in his shoulder, her arms clutching him about the neck as he took her out into the room. With his foot, he caught the covers and then threw them back so he could sit her down. Her eyes were open, but unfocused, not really fixed on any one thing around her. She seemed to hear him, but either didn't want to or couldn't respond to him coherently. Michael patted down the rest of her wet body, then gently pushed her back and under the covers. Sitting beside her on the edge of the bed, he pushed back the damp tendrils of her brunette hair, searching her pale face for any signs of lucidity but found none.

An hour passed by with her staring at the ceiling when finally, her hand reached for his on his lap. Michael looked down at her hand and back up to her face, relieved to see her look at him with fairly focused eyes.

Walter is gone.

She whispered in a questioning tone, her fingers squeezing his hard. Michael nodded.

Yes.

Nikita nodded, biting her lower lip and continued to stare up at him.

I killed him.

She blurted out wrenching her hand from his and turning onto her side, curling into a tight fetal position.

I killed him,,, oh Walter,,, Walter..

She moaned sadly into the covers, hiding her face from his. Michael stroked her shoulders, and then decided to hold her in his arms as best he could by lying behind her, spoon style all the while, whispering soft words of comfort in her ear. Nikita seemed not to hear for quite some time. Eventually, she stopped moaning and turned in the covers to wrap her arms around him, her head on his chest.

I hate Section, Michael.

So do I.

He responded, his hand still stroking the curve of her back under the covers. Looking up at him, she let her fingers graze over his lips, feeling the warmth of him next to her and sighed.

If they took you from me, I would die.

She whispered. Michael kissed her fingertips and pulled her into him, hugging her tightly.

They will never find us Kita. Walter will not have died for nothing.

He said breathing in the smell of her wet hair under his nose.

I have something for you.

He said pulling free, getting to his feet and picking up his jacket he had thrown earlier. Pulling out the envelope, he came back to sit by her side. Nikita pulled the covers up over her chest and took it from his hand. With trembling fingers, she tore it open.

PART 14.

Michael turned on the lamp by her head, waiting patiently for her to open the papers. Nikita rubbed her eyes tiredly and peered down at the writing on one of the two small booklets that fell out.

Cruise ship tickets to Norway?

She asked looking up at him confused. Michael opened up the second booklet and held it out to her. Nikita set aside the one and glanced over the other. Her eyes widened in surprise. Looking back up at him, she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her mouth.

This is a deed to a property and home.

Michael looked at her with his deep green eyes, his face showing his amusement at her confusion.

Yes. It's a beautiful chalet on the northern tip of Norway. Its private, lots of land on built on a cliff facing the ocean.

He said holding her hand in his.

A nice place to have our child?

Nikita laughed out loud, her hand tracing lines over his arm.

You know something I don't?

She asked weakly trying to be more like her old self, but not yet feeling it. Looking back down at the tickets, she sighed, her eyes slowly closed.

It's a nice dream Michael.

She said reopening them once again to glance over the papers yet again.

How long can it last before Section comes and shakes us awake?

Michael merely looked at her, his face unreadable.

The ship leaves tomorrow morning at 11. Will we be on it?

He asked taking the ticket from her and setting it down on the table beside her.

Well, I always wanted to go to Norway..

Four days into the cruise..

Nikita was on the chaise lounge on their private balcony; content to sit under a heavy blanket and watch the billowy clouds roll by. The ship was grand in size and in service. Michael made sure they had the best of everything. The suite was comfortable, spacious and provided all the comforts of home. Nikita avoided the large screen TV, opting instead for the soft music of the stereo provided. Every meal they had they took in privacy, enjoying each other's company.

Hi.

His soft voice came up from behind her. Looking up at him, she smiled when he brought the other longer close to hers, crawling under a blanket of his own.

Happy?

He asked curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to rest on his chest. Nikita nodded, turning to sit on her hip, facing him.

For the first time in awhile, yes.

She breathed in the crisp Atlantic sea air through her nose, savoring the wild scent. Bringing her hand to his mouth, he kissed her knuckles lingering on each one.

Good.

He finally said, relieved to hear she was indeed feeling better. The loss of Walter was hard for them both, and after some intense grieving in their own ways; it felt like they could move on with some ray of hope.

You know, there is something wrong with your hand Nikita.

He said quietly, looking down at it, his fingertips grazing over hers in slow circles. Nikita frowned, leaning forward to try and see what he was seeing.

What? What's wrong with it?

She asked her eyebrows furrowing. Michael reached down into his pocket and slipped a icy cold band of diamond encrusted gold over her finger. Nikita gasped watching it slide so easily over her finger to finally rest in a perfect fit, the stones sparkled in the rays of sun flowing down on them. Michael lifted her hand once more to his lips, and kissed the ring. Still holding her hand close to his face, he lifted his eyes to meet her shimmering ones.

Before we left Section, Walter made me promise to take care of you, to love you with my life. I agreed. He gave me this ring to give to you one day when I felt the time was right. It belonged to his mother. It was the one thing Operations had allowed him to keep of his past life all these years.

Michael paused; his other hand wiping away the lone tear that had fallen onto her cheek before continuing.

Will you accept this ring as a token of our love for you and marry me?

Nikita looked down at the thick band that now rest on her, the facets of dazzling light flying off in various directions from the many diamonds on it. Choking back the happy sob that threatened to erupt form her chest, she nodded.

Yes, yes I do.

Michael closed his eyes, resting his forehead on her hand and then kissed it again after a brief moment. Pushing back the blanket from his body, he gathered her up into his arms, their mouths lingered over the other, and eyes firmly fixed on the other.

We will make it.

He whispered stroking her hair back from her face as it whipped about in the wind. Nikita nodded, loving the feel of his hard body pressing against hers.

Together.

She smiled her fingers ran up into his own wildly flying hair.

Together.

He answered before finally fusing his mouth over hers in a deep kiss.

THE END.

EPILOGUE....

How's this? Better?

The soft female voice cooed in his ear, hands slowly gliding down his hip onto his buttock.

Oh yeah,,,,, that's better.

He responded smiling, settling deeper into the pillows as the woman pressed into him firmly. The woman giggled as he turned over and brought her down into his arms, giving her a wet kiss on the cheek. Playfully she slapped him, but allowed him to gain access to her nearly nude body.

You don't act like an old man Walter..

She breathed in his ear as he leaned over her, grinning at her youthful antics. Most that come here from Section for retirement are happy to just sleep. but not you.

She added watching him adjust the ever-present bandana.

You got that right. I have been accused of being the worlds oldest teenager and I plan on living up to that statement for the rest of my days. I deserve that much!

He said resting his hand on her flat tummy.

Walter, you are so bad.

She smiled bringing him down for yet another kiss. Smiling, he nodded.

But sweet as sugar.

He closed his eyes, a flash of Nikita brought a broad smile to his face. That wonderful girl he missed so much. He hoped she was al right and as happy as he was.

Sweet as sugar.

He repeated letting the girl kiss him soundly.

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