The Operative: 1/1
SUMMARY: Nikita meets an interesting operative in Section One
DISCLAIMER: The characters of La Femme Nikita do not belong to me but are being borrowed for as long as I need them. And while I'm at it I would greatly appreciate feedback. This is my first La Femme Nikita fic.
I walk through the halls of Section One. Looking for no one in particular, except for a little black girl I'd seen when I'd first come to the Section. Whenever I'd seen the little girl, she always had this blank expression on her face, similar to Michael's. I was curious as to why a little girl was in a place like Section One. Deciding to give up on looking for the girl, I head for Walter's work station. Upon approaching, I see Walter having a conversation with the little girl. "Hey Walter." I say. "Hey, Sugar." He replies, smiling. "What's up?" he asks. "The usual." I answer. "I hear ya. Oh, excuse me for being rude. Nikita, I don't believe you've met Michelle. Nikita this is Michelle. Michelle, I believe you know Nikita." I glance at the girl, but she says nothing, but her eyes do. "Hi, and how is it that you know me?" I ask. She smiles softly and walks off. I turn back to Walter. "That was odd." I say. "That's just Michelle being herself." he replies. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Michelle came to the Section about a year before you did." he says. "For what?" I ask. "She killed her parents. No one really knows why. Just one day, outta the blue, she killed them." "You mean to tell me that that little girl is dangerous." I say. "No, in fact, she's quite harmless. Doesn't say a word. Hasn't talked at all since she's been here. Rumor is that the only person she has talked to is Michael." Walter says. "But I saw you talking to her." I say. Nodding, Walter answers, "I talk, she listens. Anyone talks, she listens. She's here because she has talent akin to Birkoff's." "Really? That smart eh. How old is she?" I ask. Walter thinks for a moment then responds. "Going on fifteen, and looks no older then ten. She's been doing great so far." "How so?" I ask. "Michael trained her." "Meaning?" I press. "Meaning, that if she talked liked a normal person does, she would almost, *almost*, be as good an operative as Michael." Walter says. "As good an operative as Michael?" I echo. "She ever been on a mission?" I ask. "A couple." Walter says. "Ok, this is the last question because I know I'm getting on your nerves. Why has Madeline and Operations continued to let her stay here?" "Because they think she'll come around." he replies. "Do you?" I ask. "That was your last question, Sugar. I got work to do." he answers. Smiling, I walk off and see Michelle with Birkoff. Stopping, I watch them for a moment. Birkoff says something to her and she begins work at the computer. Birkoff says something else and she smiles and shakes her head. She talks, I say to myself, but not with words.
SUMMARY: Nikita meets an interesting operative in Section One
DISCLAIMER: The characters of La Femme Nikita do not belong to me but are being borrowed for as long as I need them. And while I'm at it I would greatly appreciate feedback. This is my first La Femme Nikita fic.
I walk through the halls of Section One. Looking for no one in particular, except for a little black girl I'd seen when I'd first come to the Section. Whenever I'd seen the little girl, she always had this blank expression on her face, similar to Michael's. I was curious as to why a little girl was in a place like Section One. Deciding to give up on looking for the girl, I head for Walter's work station. Upon approaching, I see Walter having a conversation with the little girl. "Hey Walter." I say. "Hey, Sugar." He replies, smiling. "What's up?" he asks. "The usual." I answer. "I hear ya. Oh, excuse me for being rude. Nikita, I don't believe you've met Michelle. Nikita this is Michelle. Michelle, I believe you know Nikita." I glance at the girl, but she says nothing, but her eyes do. "Hi, and how is it that you know me?" I ask. She smiles softly and walks off. I turn back to Walter. "That was odd." I say. "That's just Michelle being herself." he replies. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Michelle came to the Section about a year before you did." he says. "For what?" I ask. "She killed her parents. No one really knows why. Just one day, outta the blue, she killed them." "You mean to tell me that that little girl is dangerous." I say. "No, in fact, she's quite harmless. Doesn't say a word. Hasn't talked at all since she's been here. Rumor is that the only person she has talked to is Michael." Walter says. "But I saw you talking to her." I say. Nodding, Walter answers, "I talk, she listens. Anyone talks, she listens. She's here because she has talent akin to Birkoff's." "Really? That smart eh. How old is she?" I ask. Walter thinks for a moment then responds. "Going on fifteen, and looks no older then ten. She's been doing great so far." "How so?" I ask. "Michael trained her." "Meaning?" I press. "Meaning, that if she talked liked a normal person does, she would almost, *almost*, be as good an operative as Michael." Walter says. "As good an operative as Michael?" I echo. "She ever been on a mission?" I ask. "A couple." Walter says. "Ok, this is the last question because I know I'm getting on your nerves. Why has Madeline and Operations continued to let her stay here?" "Because they think she'll come around." he replies. "Do you?" I ask. "That was your last question, Sugar. I got work to do." he answers. Smiling, I walk off and see Michelle with Birkoff. Stopping, I watch them for a moment. Birkoff says something to her and she begins work at the computer. Birkoff says something else and she smiles and shakes her head. She talks, I say to myself, but not with words.