Hi you all. I just wanted to thank you all soooo much for reviewing my first story "Dreams Can Become Reality". It means so much, so thank you! I have been reading FanFiction for many years now and have now just gotten the courage to post stories of my own! I love to write and I love Nikita, so put two and two together and this is was you get! So thank you again and I hope you enjoy this one. This is called "Scenes in History" and it's things I think that might have happened before Nikita left. So enjoy!
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The way that she carries herself with such confidence and poise makes him swell with pride, knowing that he was the one to help her become this beautiful and confident young woman. He watches her float around the room mingling with different people. By the smile on her face and that twinkle in her eye he can tell that she is enjoying herself. She tosses her head back and laughs at something that a man said to her. He is mesmerized by her, but so is every other man in the room. He can tell that all of the women are green with envy.
He's distracted from the conversation that is going on around him. "Focus Michael" he tells himself.
Pulling his gaze away from her he takes a sip of Champagne and focuses on what Percy is discussing with a potential client.
"Now I want your best agents on this. I mean it Percy." Morgan Tyler says, a wealthy business man that was having…trouble, with his partner.
"Understood Morgan, all of our agents are the best of the best but just for you I'll give you my two best." Percy tells him. "You already know Michael." Michaels gives a nod of acknowledgment and takes anther sip of his drink. "And let me introduce you to Nikita."
As if it was timed, Nikita walks towards them. Her purple dress is revealing but elegant and flows to the ground. It's tight and Michael has to stop himself from wondering where she has hidden her gun and knife. Her hips sway and she's got that perfect smile of her face as she takes her place besides Percy.
"Nikita, very pleased to meet you" she says as she hold her hand out to the business man. The business man smiles and takes her hand bringing it to his lips.
"Morgan Tyler and the pleasure is all mine." He holds her hand to his lips a few more seconds then necessary. Michael has to take another sip of his drink to stop himself from saying something that he might regret.
Lowering her hand Nikita wraps her arm around Percy's looking like the perfect date.
"So Nikita, how long have you been working for Percy?" Mr. Tyler asks hoping to strike up a conversation with her.
"A little over a year now." She tells him with that small smile. "And enjoying every moment of it." She looks up to Percy and gives him a smile. Percy smiles back down at her in approval.
"As I mentioned before, Nikita is one of our finest agents. I'm positive you will be happy with the result." Percy tells the business man.
"Oh I'm sure I will be." He replies looking her over again. Nikita gives a small laugh to relieve the building tension. As if sensing her discomfort Percy looks at Michael.
"Michael, why don't you take Nikita for a dance or two. I don't think she has had a dance yet tonight. That way Mr. Tyler and I here can discuss the more boring part of our business."
" I'd love too. Nikita" Michael reaches his arm out to her.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Tyler." Nikita tells him "Percy." she smiles and nods to him and then places her hand on Michaels arm and he leads her to the dance floor.
Once they reach the middle of the dance floor Nikita places her hand on his shoulder and takes his right hand in hers. Michael hesitates a second before placing his hand on her back. His touch is cool against her skin due to her backless dress. Nikita's breath hitches and it feels like an electric shock just went through her system when Michael placed his hand in her back.
The music is slow and classical and Michael sways with her across the floor. They move together and Nikita relaxes into his arms. They are quiet for a moment then Michael speaks.
"Looks like Percy is pleased with you."
"When is Percy ever not pleased with me." She pipes back with laughter in her eyes.
"Don't be cocky, just wait till the day he isn't." he tells her in a serious voice.
"Well when that day comes you have my permission to say "I told you so". Besides, your just jealous that he like me more then you." She tells him in a teasing voice.
"Oh he does, does he?" he asks with laughter in his voice and raises an eyebrow.
" Yes." She tells him simply and shrugs her shoulders. Michael smiles and nods his head signalling that he has nothing to say back.
They continue to sway to the music and enjoy being in the company of each other.
"You look beautiful by the way." He says in quiet voice and looks down at her.
She looks up at him, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Thank you."
He nods again, "Your welcome."
"You don't clean up to badly either you know. It's a nice change from your dark navy suit you know. Black suits you well."
He looks at her again. "What is this? Pick on Michael day?"
She laughs "No, its just I've never seen you out of a suit, well besides sparing that it is. But that's it. Do you even own a pair of jeans?"
"I do actually."
"Really?" she asks raising an eyebrow.
"Really."
"When was the last time you tried them on?"
His pause signalled she won.
"My point exactly."
It wasn't until people around them started moving off the dance floor that they realized the music had ended. Michael released his hold on her and Nikita instantly misses the warmth of his body against hers.
"We should probably make our way back." He tells her in a low voice. She nods in agreement and takes his arm and they make their way back to Percy. When they reach him he's talking to a different group of men and they are all laughing at something that he said.
"Ah, Michael, Nikita enjoyed your dance?" he asks in acknowledgment.
"Yes it was lovely." Nikita answers.
"Good. Well gentleman it was splendid talking to all of you, but unfortunately I do have to go. Thank you again Governor for the wonderful evening."
"Not at all Percy anytime. All ways a pleaser." He says shaking his hand.
Bidding them goodnight Michael and Nikita follow Percy to the limo.
"You made a good impression on Mr. Tyler, Nikita. That's exactly what we needed. Now we'll have his business for a while, not to mention the funding."
Nikita pulls her gaze away from the window and gives a smile to Percy. "Glad to help Percy."
"Good, that's what I like to hear. Is my trip all set for Peru Michael?"
"Yes sir, your flight is scheduled for eight tomorrow mourning and the car will pick you up at seven-thirty."
"Excellent. When I get back I will fill you in on what Mr. Tyler is needing our services for. Until then, Michael your in charge as always."
"Yes sir."
The limo comes to a stop and the driver opens the door for Percy. "Right" he says as he gets out. "If there are ANY problems you call me."
"Yes sir."
" Have a safe flight." Nikita tells him before the door is closed. The limo starts to move again and Nikita leans her face against the cool glass.
"Tired?" Michael's smoky voice asks.
She chuckles quietly "A little, it's hard work you know, smiling and mingling with all those people."
"I'm sure." He quietly laughs. "Why don't you put your head back and get some sleep. I'll uh, wake up when we get back Division."
"That umm, sounds good. Thank you." She wraps her shawl around her tighter and sinks lower in to the leather seat.
He's memorized by her. It's as if he's in some sort of trance. His eyes look over her face as if memorizing every inch of it. He allows his eyes to venture down to her legs and back up. He has to stop himself from reaching out and pushing back a strand hair. She's so beautiful he thinks to himself. He doesn't want this moment to end but reality can not be ignored. He quickly looks away as if caught in a guilty act. He feels guilty. He feels like he's invading her personal space. He should not be looking at her this way but he can't help it. Somehow he doesn't think he will ever be able to stop.