The first time Michael saw Daniel was out side of Nikita's apartment. I was a quick look and a brief nod. Daniel was coming in and he was going in.

Reaching Nikita's door he nocks twice and waits.

"One sec!" she shouts from behind the door. When she opens it she's smiling. "Hi."

"Hello." He replies with an eyebrow raised and a questioning look on his face.

She opens the door wider and stands to the side to let him in.

"You're early." She tells him. "I thought I had another hour?"

He looks at her appearance. Jacket on, shoes on, hand bag by the door. "Going somewhere?" he asks ignoring the question.

"I actually just got in." She tells him while closing the door.

"Where'd you go?"

She turns to look at him. "I went to get a coffee and something to eat, then I went for a walk cause it's such a nice day. Why?"

He nods "Where you with anyone?"

"Jesus Michael! What's with all the questions?" she asks with bewilderment on her features.

"Just answer the question Nikita." He asks challenging her.

"I was with a friend Michael."

"A friend?" he asks.

"Yes Michael, a friend." She replies.

"Your "friend" doesn't happen to be that man I saw on my way in, was it?"

"Yes, yes he is, but he's just a friend Michael. That's all so you can calm down."

"I am calm." He replies. "I'm just making sure. You can not get to attached Nikita." He warned.

"I know Michael. I won't. It's just part of my cover. You know that." She looks at him sincerely.

He nods again as if believing her. "I'm just trying to protect you." He tells her quietly looking down.

He senses her move towards him and him and wraps her hand around his causing him to look at her.

"I know." She all but whisper.

It's as if tome stops. There is nothing in the world besides them. Her face is slowly getting closer. He can feel her breath on his face. It's the slamming of a door that breaks them apart. He instantly wants t to find that person and strangle them.

"Umm, I'm going to go and grab my bag then we can head out." She gently brushes some hair out of her face and back behind her ear and points to the direction of her room.

He nods his head and clears his throat. "Sure, take you time."

She smiles gently and looks at him for a second then turns to her bedroom.

When he hears the door close he releases a breath he did not know he was holding. His body is on fire, because he's playing with fire and he knows it. But he's sick of playing. No more playing. This fire was calling him and he was going to have it.