A very short fic that wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. LFN and all it's characters belong to USA and the cast and crew. I don't own any of it, I'm just borrowing them for a while, and I promise not to make any money off of them. Comments to betha@gwu.edu.

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Que Sera Sera by Beth Arritt Copyright 1998

Silence hung over the room, despite the small sounds of clinking china as the two occupants drank from their tea cups then placed them back on the saucers. Both were absorbed in the papers on the table next to their untouched breakfasts. Finally, he looked up at her. "How is the profile for South Africa going?"

She swallowed her tea. "It's going well," she replied, putting her cup down with deliberate motion. "I should have a complete report by lunch."

"Good. And Carruthers?"

"He's being questioned. I'm going to visit him this morning and see if he's had a change of heart about giving us the information we need."

He nodded. "Anything else I should know?"

"A Section Two operative secretly working for Red Cell nearly destroyed the Section's compound last night."

"I read the report."

"I think we should reevaluate all new operatives from the past three years, just to be safe."

"Agreed." He began filing his papers away in folders. "Let me know the outcome."

She nodded, picking up her own set of papers and crossing to her desk. "Will that be all?" she asked as she sat down.

He crossed the room slowly to stand before her. "Would you like to have dinner with me this evening?"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to be working very late on the reevaluation." She sorted through her papers, missing the flash of emotion that ripped through his eyes at the false tone of her answer. "Perhaps another night?" she said as she smiled up at him.

"Of course."

He gave her a long look before walking away. Just as he reached the door, she called out, "Michael?" He turned back to her, and she held out his folder. "You forgot your file."

He moved slowly back to her desk, his hand grazing hers unnecessarily as he took the file. "Thank you."

She smiled as he walked away again. Once the door shut beside him, she turned to her computer and spoke into the microphone. "Personal Log, Nikita, May 7, 2015."