After a long night of reviewing old operative files Nikita comes across the one file, she was unprepared to find the file of Michael Samuelle. Dirfting off to sleep she starts to recall the last time she saw him in vivid detail leading up to that moment they said goodbye.
In Nikita's dream the Year is 2001 at a bridge somewhere in Paris
His face softens and he raises his eyebrow Michael looks at Nikita with focused intent asking, you will take care of Adam. As he caressed her face
Nikita looks longingly in his eyes as her eyebrows slowly start to drop slightly downward as worry turns to sadness at the thought of never seeing her love again her eyebrows rise, as her lips turn upward almost to a sneer I will!
His eyes become like glass as tears start to build in his eyes Michael's resolution shone in his face Goodbye Nikita!
She tries to be as resolute as Michael but Nikita is having a harder time of it then Michael was as she says "Goodbye Michael"
Nikita simply repeats "Goodbye"
Off to the side Mr. Jones Nikita's father says "there's one last complication!"
Both Michael and Nikita turn round in utter bewilderment as they look on with a blank stare as their eyebrows quickly rise.
Mr. Jones steps forward saying "I'm afraid I lied it is not you they want..., it's me!"
After a brief pause, he says "I do apologize for this whole charade but you see I had to make it convincing... We were under constant observation by my colleagues and they would not allow me to give myself up! So..., it all come down to you Nikita I need your promises that you will return to section..., become operations, and then eventually take over for me as I had always planed! I cannot go unless you say yes!"
Looking at Nikita Mr. Jones says "One day you will realize it's the right decision..., Always trust your father".
Reaching forward Nikita takes the key to section from her father. "Nikita" says is "Yes" and watches her father walk off across the bridge as Adam walks to his father Michael! Mr. Jones reaches the other side two six gunshots ring out as Mister Jones falls to the ground. Out of pure instinct Nikita tries to run to her father only to be restrained by the two bodyguards.
Gare Saint Lazare Train Station both Nikita and Michael take each other's hands as they look into each other's eyes. Nikita's voice brakes she tells him take him as far away from here as possible help him forget!
In his soft voice he tells her well be all right!
Regaining her momentary loss of composer Nikita tells him according to my father I was born for this!
Michael caresses her face he tells Nikita "there will be a time when Adam won't need me anymore!"
Trying to maintain the cool demeanor of a section one operative Nikita tells Michael you'll know where I am Michael, I love you!
Michael I love you! She says
Nikita reaches forward putting something in his hand saying "Michael, take this card, there's a number on it, it's an emergency number if one of your old enemy's comes after you use it. It's a direct line to me!"
Michael looking into her eyes for the last time he mouths understood
Nikita whispers "Michael; after that number is used, the cell will be destroyed!"
Both Nikita and Michael hands slowly part nether one wanting to let go of the other until just their fingertips are left touching.
Michael turns and walks away with his son into a sea of people
Nikita is left standing there wearing sunglasses to hide the single tear coming down her face.
Monday 00:00 hours Midnight. Miss Jones was woken from her slumber by the sound of the door to the perch sliding open she finds herself in the darkened tower in the bowels of Section One deep underground "Nikita" or Miss Jones, as she is now referred to had not thought about those events in years! Walter steps into "The Tower" from the opposite end asking are you alright sugar. Nikita Says Fine Walter, just thinking about the day he walked out of my life, that's all!
Walter doesn't need to ask whom Nikita meant he knew all too well; he missed him just as much as she did!
Walter asks Nikita "The same dream sugar."
Groggy Nikita looks out from droopy fluttering eyelids her mouth is open slightly showing a somewhat dazed state of mind. Nikita tells him in a sotto tone voice "Yes Walter, but why now..., after all these years..., I have never had flashbacks before."
Pausing as he looks up and to the right briefly and biting his lower lip, he looks for the right thing to say he tells Nikita "Some would call it a premonition, sugar!"
Winking at her old friend, Nikita says "Thanks Walter somehow...; you always know just the right thing to say."
She pauses before asking "Walter we have an upcoming operation slated for Somalia to handle a piracy/raiding problem!"
His eyes drew close as Walter narroed his gaze, Walter looks at her "I'm on it Nikita!"
With a smile so big that there are obvious parethasis marks in her cheeks. Miss Jones fill attention was on her computer screen; hitting a key on the keboard she opens a line to Jason Crawford telling him, I want you to start a mission profile for an Operation to Somalia!
In section one the one thing people have plenty of is time, it's also the first thing you loose all sense of. Jason drops everything he is doing setting aside what ever project he was working on saying "yes..., Miss Jones right away."
Miss Jones tells Jason "briefing in thirty..."
0030 hours Nikita AKA Miss Jones looks out from her peach overlooking the common area of Section One. From the mission briefing area Jason looks up to her giving her a nod! She heads down to the briefing area around the table sits Jason, Walter, and Miss Jones!
Jason's tone of voice was taut even thick as he stated "We have unconfirmed reports that the group of pirates are holding U.N. Aid workers hostage within Somalia
With a nervous swallow Jason fumbles with some papers before finding the information he needed stating, "According to the money trail the pirates are being backed by Red Cell an old friend of ours It's rumored that they are holding an NCIS/Mossad Agent hostage as well"
Miss Jones was grinning like a Cheshire cat said "Very interesting..., it would be nice to have U.S. Intelligence owing us a favor for a change; do we know the source?"
Jason regains his composer saying in a confident tone of voice, "The score for the intelligence... came to us via a private security company called BLACK KNIGHT; at first glance the company seems to have been organized with the same compartmentalization as Section!"
Miss Jones was a bit taken aback as she tells Jason in a monotone mater of fact tone of voice "Find out as much as you can about the founder of the company... Then send it to me in the mobile command center before ending the conversation by saying in a orotund tone "Eyes Only Jason"
Jason hands Miss Jones,the file folder saying "I have a preliminary dossier here, he says. The company itself is based in Langley, Virginia..., but no one outside of the company has ever seen the founder!"
Both Walter & Nikita give each other a knowing glance, each thinking the same thing! "Could It Be Michael"
0045 hours Miss Jones walked into the armory to see Walter tasking a rescue & recovery team for Somalia telling him in her soft spoken manner, "I will head up that team... while I am gone have Jason, make up me up an identity Michael could not detect, sent it to mobile command!"
Walter looks at her wide-eyed "Sure thing Sugar!"
Walter watches as Nikita becomes the battle hardened operator and head of Section One telling him "Walter have a ten man team ready in five, I want five snipers' & one spotter, then activate a five man insertion team! Have at least one of the members qualified as medic; we don't know what condition the hostages will be in!
Tapping away on his computer tablet Walter said in a gravely yet pleasant tone of voice "Sure thing Sugar..."
"And Walter" Miss Jones said in a singsong tone of voice "Set my gear out... Sharon is the spotter."
Walter's eyes widen as voice rose a half an octave he says "your bodyguard!"
Miss Jones turns on a dine and smiles at her old friend as she looking directly at Walter as she reminded him "Sarah is the best sniper we have Walter."
Pausing, as his eyes grow ever wider Walter replies in a flat tone of voice, "I see you're point Sugar..."
Deathly silence falls between the two of them as his thoughts catch up with him Walter States Wait a minute Sugar..., you haven't headed up an operation in years!"
Miss Jones looks at him with a smile saying "Walter..., I wouldn't ask anyone here to do anything I would not be willing to do myself..."
With a smile Walter said softly, "that's just like you... suger!
Miss Jones tells Jason over her communications unit "have my private jet, ready to pick me up after the raid!"
0300 hours somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea, two unmarked VH-60D Night Hawk helicopters are airborn on their way to Somalia! There primary objective is hostage rescue!
0550 hours Miss Jones checks coms saying "All teams check in" Nikita was doing a final check of her own equipment as she said, 'Sniper Team set your radios to channel 2, Infiltration team your radio to channel 3 I will be monitoring both teams... Just in case!"
"Rodger that Miss Jones..." Nikita hears in her earpiece.
06:00 hours both teams and "Miss Jones" fast roped down off the skids of the choppers disappear into the desert taking up their positions.
Acting as spotter for the sniper team Sharon made her way to her first mark taking up her position, she starts calling out commands into her headset. Sniper One..., Once you have you acquired your target tap mic once.
About two seconds later Sharon hears Sniper One hitting his mic once in the affirmative!
Sharon said Sniper Two..., Once you have you acquired your target tap mic once.
About two seconds later Sharon hears Sniper Two hitting his mic once in the affirmative!
Sharon said Sniper Three..., Once you have you acquired your target tap mic once.
About two seconds later Sharon hears Sniper Three hitting his mic once in the affirmative!
Sharon said Sniper Four..., Once you have you acquired your target tap mic once.
About two seconds later Sharon hears Sniper Four hitting his mic once in the affirmative!
Her eyes drawn close half way and she clinches her jaw close tightly Sharon rechecks her Spotters scope as she makes note of all the century's positions saying as quitely as she can . All snipers on my count she counts down, Three, Two, One. Fire, Fire Fire
Bullets leave the suppressed high-powered rifles on their way to their targets raced through air. All for targets dropped where they stood with the last expression still frozen on their faces!
0605 hours Somalia, Elsewhere in the compound the Ziva David the highly trained Mossad Agent hears the muffled sounds of high velocity rounds from the suppressed rifles as they slice though the desert air! Thinking to herself "What is going on... I know high vilosity round when I hear them?"
Miss Jones calls out "Team two get to your second mark...; I want this clean, quick & quite!
The infiltration team leader replies ready Miss Jones
Miss Jones counts them down! Saying "Three, Two, One, Now, now, now."
All through the compound all that can be heard in the air is the suppressed automatic gunfire of the HK MP-5SD3! Ziva could smell the gunpowder that hug heavy in air as the scent of sulfur wafted past her nose. She struggled to tip her chair over not wanting to catch a stray bullet
Miss Jones approached Ziva David, as she sat bound and beaten, with her boot knife Miss Jones cuts the ropes asking "Miss are you alright?"
Ziva recognizes the accent as Australian asking in a wheezy voice, "What unit are you with?"
Ignoring Ziva's Question Miss Jones asks her "Are you Mossad?"
With a constrained voice Ziva forced herself to speak even though her ribs ached as she took a breath and told her, "Yes..., though... I have been working with NCIS for the last 3 years..."
Miss Jones said rather bluntly "Then you should know..., I can't tell what unit let alone the organization I work for!"
Ziva though the pain of a bruised lung replies "true."
Ziva starts coughing up blood at she attempts to stand only to feel herself fall to her knees.
Miss Jones calls out over coms. Sharon you get to the designated extraction point we are headed back to mobile command.
As Ziva tries to stand once more but the blood that has pooled in her legs has caused her ankles to swell to the point of numbness in her feet. Lurching forward she starts coughing up blood once more she can feel the searing pain of her broken ribs combined with her bruised lungs making agonizingly painful to breathe let alone talk.
Miss Jones calls out in a penetrating Voice, "GET ME A MEDIC..., NOW!"
Ziva thinks to herself, Who ever she is, she is the one in charge
Miss Jones voice softened as she said, "Don't try to stand wait for the litter"
06:30 hours a team of medicinal personnel hurriedly started to work on Ziva, one of them walks over to where Miss Jones is standing saying "She shows obvious signs of being tortured!" Miss Jones looked at the person and said "Patch her up as best you can, get her ready to move out"
The Medic looks at Miss Jones, having assessed Ziva condition she told Miss Jones, "as long she is given time to rest I see no harm."
Ziva is lying on the ground on her back.
Miss Jones says on my count lift her onto the stretcher, 3, 2 1 lift.
The pain is so intense Ziva draws her brows low as her gaze narrows forcing her brows to a slight peak at the bridge as she grits her teeth as she starts crying
Nikita looks at the medic asking once again this time in a more demanding tone "can she fly!"
The Medic repeats "As I told you as long she is given time to rest I see no harm."
Putting her fingers to her ear peace Miss Jones says "good"
The Medic tells Miss Jones "you will need a medic to travel with you!"
Miss Jones gives them curt nod walks away saying "I have one!"
A lone voice comes over Nikita's communications ear peace announcing all U.N. workers accounted for Miss Jones we are head to egress!
Miss Jones looks at the woman in the litter asking "what is your name"
In a tremulous tone of voice the woman told Nikita, "Its Ziva..., Ziva David!"
Miss Jones asks Ziva "Is there someone you would like me to contact, for you!"
Taking a tentative and painful breath Ziva could feel the broken ribbs straining agaist her lungs as she managed to say "not right now, I just want to rest!"
Miss Jones calls out over comms "Sharon meet me at the jet... in 5 minutes"
Sharon calls back "Yes Miss Jones be there in five."
Looking up from the stretcher, Ziva ask again "Who..., are you?"
Nikita tells her softly "I am as you just heard I am Miss Jones... If you would come with me Miss David..., I think that my jet will be a more comfortable trip to freedom then the black hawks!"
Ziva manages to get out a week smile before saying "Thank you!" in a quavering tone.
A short time later with the assistance of a two medic litter bearers make there way to an unmarked private jet.
Ziva strained looking up from the stretcher trying to make out any marking on the jet in hopes of discovering to her mysterious rescuers are!
Smiling Miss Jones tells Ziva in a singsong tone "If you're looking for a registration numbers don't bother, this is a blackflight Miss David."
Pausing to take a painful breath Ziva said "So... even if I were to trace the plane there would be no record of the fight!"
Miss Jones told Ziva in a flat tone of voice, "That is correct Miss David!"
Ziva asks could you contact Gibbs & DiNozzo at "NCIS" for me; let them know I am safe!
07:00 hours Miss Jones said in a matter of fact tone, "I take it by your request you have no desire to return to Mossad!"
Looking away and off into the distance Ziva said aloud for the first time "No..., cough, no I do not they left me out here to rot."
Miss Jones pauses before saying "I see..., that does simplify things... considerably!"
Ziva looks at her asking how so!
Miss Jones said "It means at least for the moment we can keep Mossad in that dark..."
Finding it to difficult to talk with four broken ribs, grabbing a peace of paper and something to write with Ziva scribbled, "Contact NCIS."
Miss Jones replies in a soft spoken tone, "Ziva..., as much as I want to grant your request to contact "NCIS," Miss David... I think it best the world thinks your dead for the moment..."
"Why" Ziva asked.
"If we announce to the world at large that you are alive..., whoever is behind this could accelerate there plans and start cleaning house!" Miss Jones replied curtly.
Ziva David looks scribbling "why are you helping me?"
Miss Jones said in a sotto voice, "Because, twelve years ago..., I was exactly where you are now..., hoping it was a bad dream!"
Ziva just sat there not trying to write or talk
Miss Jones told Zina "Why don't you go in the back of the plane..., theirs a bed you rest on, a shower and some clean clothes you can wear , I need to call my HQ!"
Miss Jones Looks at Ziva saying will you excuse me for a moment. Nikita walks over to Sharon saying in a curt tone "May I speak with you for a moment!"
Sharon looks at her asking "Miss Jones?"
Lowering her voice to barely a whisper Miss Jones tells Sharon, "You are not to tell her that she is your mother..., unless the thought of another trip to the White Room sounds appealing to you!
Sharon replies fearfully in a wobbly"tone No..., it does not Miss Jones!"
Miss Jones tells Sharon in a soft spoken tone, "I want you to help her to the sleeping quarters where she can clean up and get some rest!"
Sharon with the aid of Nikita's 2nd bodyguard help Ziva to back of the jet, where the sleeping quarters are located. Ziva steps into the adjacent room where the shower is located then strips off the cloths she has on for the first time in months she sees her refection in the mirror and starts to cry.
Sharon walks in to see her huddled on the floor in the corner her battered & bused body reflected in the mirror. Sharon removes her long ankle length coat and drapes it over the mirror blocking the refection. Stripping down to her undergarments Sharon says to Ziva "Let me help you" Turning on the water Sharon gently lifts Ziva into the shower telling her "I will step in first..., and then you step in after me..."
Sharon starts washing Ziva as gently as she can, the water pooling at there feet very quickly turns dark crimson as Sharon washes the all the blood away.
15 minutes later Ziva with the assistance of Sharon steps out of the shower. Ziva looks at Sharon telling her "Please..., call me Ziva; calling me Miss David makes me feel old!"
Sharon replies "As you wish..., Ziva"
"Angelo" Miss Jones second bodyguard comes into the room with freash towels sending Ziva darting into a corner taking up a defensive posture."
Sharon slowly walks over to Ziva saying softly, "Ziva..., its all right..., this is Angelo..., he helped me carry you back here..., remember..."
Elsewhere in the plane, Miss Jones sits in the conference center and places a Video call back to Jason in Section One!