Pictures
Nikita sat in her office. She should go through some reports, but she simply looked around. It was so new to her, even after nearly a month. Beeing here, in her own office, allowed to teach the new recruits...it felt so good. So right.
She looked on her desk, to the framed pictures.
Alex and Sean in front of the Eiffeltower. The picture was only two weeks old, they had been there for a mission. They hugged each other, you could see the love in their eyes.
Birkhoff, Ryan and Owen, who were playing some computer game. They did not know Nikita took a picture. But all three looked so happy and relaxed and there was no way Nikita could have resisted.
A picture from Alex's birthday five days ago. They all sat together on the beach, with a fire for barbecue in their middle. It had been such a nice evening. The men had insisted to be the masters of barbecue, but in the end the steaks had been a bit to black. Not that anyone cared. They were together, healthy and not on the run. It felt so good.
The last picture showed Michael and Nikita herself. He hold her tight, looked at her with so much love. She layed her head on his shoulder. She remembered how safe she had felt, like always in his arms. They had been on the beach, having a walk in the afternoon. None of them noticed beeing photographed, what was really...something. The first time in years Nikita had let down her guard, like Michael had taught her. The next day Alex had given her the picture and since then it stood on her desk.
Since this morning, there was a new picture. It was an ultrasound. She had been to the doc with Michael. When the doc told them they were going to have twins, they had been shocked a little at first, but then both could not stop smiling.
Now she looked on all these framed pictures.
They showed her family.