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They have these looks that they give each other. It's amazing really how they can communicate and understand each other with one simple look. There is the unimpressed look, the annoyed look, the "I want to kill you" look, and the angry or pissed off look. Then there is the "I care" look, the flirty look, the "I dare you" look, and the concerned look. Her favourite was the "I'll race you" look.
Whenever they were competing against each other or just simply doing the same task, one glance of that look and it was on. When they gave each other that quick look they would pause for a split second as counting to three and then they were off. He would give her a serious stare with eye brows frowned in concentration. She on the other hand would look at him with bright eyes and give him a sly smirk, as if she had already won.
There was always bragging after for whoever won, and it was usually her. He never heard the end of it but he knew sooner or later her cockiness would get the best of her and she would bite off a little more then she could chew.
That happened sooner then he thought. It was during a mission and they were almost on their way out until five guards came out of nowhere and swarmed then. They had seconds to decide if they were going to work together on this one or if they were going to turn it into one of their games. The pause, the look, the smirk. Game on.
He took two of them on and she took three, always trying to one up him. He looks over for a second to see how she is doing; she has one of them down and is now working on the second two. He takes down the first one and then the second soon after. He turns around to face her expecting to see her standing there with her arms crossed and that smirk on her face, but what he sees nearly stops his heart.
Two of the three guards were on the ground but the third guard had a hold of her from behind and in a choke hold. He could see blood dripping down her side through her shirt. Something in him snapped as if he had burst. Grabbing the guard from behind and dragging him off Nikita and shoving her away from the fight. Wrapping his arm around the guards' throat one twist and it was over.
The man fell to the floor. Heart pounding he looks up at her. She stands there with her hand holding her side and is breathing heavily, a small smile forming on her face.
"I guess you won."
He just stands there looking at her with that "you've got to be kidding me" look on his face forcing her smile to widen.
"How badly are you hurt?" he asks nodding towards her wound while straightening is jacket.
"Not bad. I've had worse."
He sighs and reaches for her free hand pulling her towards the doors and to the car that's waiting outside.
"Come on we better get going before more showup."
Reaching the car he opens the door for her and helps her into the passenger seat, noticing the gasp of breath and the painful expression her face. He closes the door and hurries to the drivers' side, gets in and drives off.
They're driving for several minutes when he looks over her to see how she is doing. With her pale face, her heavy head is resting against the head rest and her eyes are closed, her hand still on her side.
"How you doing there?" he asks looking from the road to her, then back to the road.
He hears her sigh. "I'm fine Michael. Just get me home so I can clean this thing up and we can go and brief Percy."
The rest of the drive is quiet except from an occasional hiss or a gasp from her, each time he looks over. Reaching her apartment doors he puts the car in park and unbuckles his seat belt and gets out making his way to her door. Opening the door for her he watches as she slowly gets out. She makes her way around the car and towards the apartment doors, he turns and follows.
"Where are you going?" she asks turning to look at him.
"I'm going with you."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm a big girl Michael, I don't need you to babysit me."
"Oh really? Didn't look like that to me a minute ago." He says referring to the fight.
"I could have handled it." She tells him.
"Ya, ok. You keep telling yourself that."
She shakes her head and turns to leave.
"Nikita. Wait." He calls after her. She turns around to face him again. He walks towards her and takes off his jacket and puts it around her shoulders. She gives him a questioning look.
"You have dried blood down the side of you shirt. You don't want people asking you about that do you?"
"Good point."
" I know." He says holding the apartment door open for her then pressing the up key for the elevator.
"And so modest too." She teases back.
He laughs softly. "You're one to talk." He tells her as the elevator doors open.
"Hey come on now..." she pauses and looks at the elevator with a surprised look on her face. He follows her gaze to the inside of the elevator.
"D...Daniel? What are you doing here?" she asks pulling Michaels jackets tighter around her.
Daniel smiles back at her. "Hey. I was just umm... seeing if you were home and if you wanted to go for lunch or something." He tells her looking embarrassed. " But uhhh obviously you weren't home." He gives a little laugh looking from Michael to Nikita.
Nikita can sense Michael stiffening beside her.
"Hi. I'm Michael." He says reaching out a hand to shake Daniel's.
Daniel shakes his hand and nods in greeting. "Daniel. So you work with Nikita then?" he asks.
Michael nods and looks at Nikita then to Daniel. "Yes, we uh actually work quite closely together."
Daniel nods as if trying to get a grasp on the situation. "I see, and what is it that you do? I know Nikita is a traveling consultant for a bank but what is it that you do?"
"Well if I told you what I do I would have to kill you." Michael says smiling at him.
He catches an evil glare from Nikita and hears Daniel laugh nervously.
"Michael here is something like a body guard." Nikita says intervening.
"Really?" Daniel asks looking back to Michael.
Its Michaels turn to give Nikita the evil glare and she smiles sweetly back at him. "Michael follows me around when I go to meet with potential investors and clients. You never know what people will do when dealing with money."
"Well at least you're safe then." Daniel says giving her a soft smile. Michael has to force himself from rolling his eyes.
"Well I umm, better get back to work. I'll call you later. Michael, it was nice meeting you." He says shaking his hand one last time before making his way out the doors.
Michael turns to watch him leave before following Nikita into the elevator. He waits for the doors to close before he speaks.
"That's the guy you went for lunch with several weeks ago." He states.
"Nothing is going on between us Michael. I promise you." She tells him.
"Really? Cause he just showed up at your door without an invitation looking to go out for lunch. Doesn't really look like nothing to me." He growls.
She sighs and turns to face him. Placing a hand on one of his crossed arms she talks to him softly sincerity written on her face. "I promise you Michael nothing is going on. Yes, we've gone out several times, but as friends."
He looks down to see her hand on his harm and hesitantly covers her hand with his.
"I just don't want you to get hurt. It's dangerous Nikita. Relationships with outsiders... it can get messy." He says softly.
"I appreciate your concern Michael, I really do, but there is no relationship. So stop worrying like I said, I'm a big girl."
The ping of the elevator doors signal that they reached her floor. She looks at him one last time and they make their way to her door. Taking her keys from her pocket she unlocks the door and opens it making her way into the brightly light room with Michael following behind. She takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch making her way to the bathroom. He waits for a moment before following her.
She's in front of the mirror above the sink trying to take her shirt off to see the wound.
"Stop" he tells her. "You're only going to make it worse. Sit." He says nodding to the ledge of the tub. She sits on the edge of the tub while he grabs a pair of scissors from the first aid kit. He takes a seat besides her and looks at her.
"Do not move." Placing the two ends of the blades between the cotton shirt, he cuts down.
"You're wrecking my shirt" she states.
He briefly looks up at her and rolls his eyes. "Your shirt was already wrecked." He points out.
Rolling her eyes she sits there and waits for him to finish.
"There." He says signalling that he was done. He looks down to see the wound.
"How bad is it?" she asks trying to take a look at it.
"Deep enough that you'll need stitches if you don't want it to scar, but you will live." He reaches over and grabs that disinfectant and cotton swaps.
"This is going to sting." He warns. He pushes the swaps to the wound and hears her hiss. He try's not to notice that she isn't wearing a shirt and that his body just got feverishly warm. He clears his throat.
"You're lucky you know. This could have turned out a lot worse then it did."
"But it didn't. You were there." She says looking at him.
He looks at her then looks down putting a bandage over the cut. "I won't always though."
"I don't believe that." She whispers shaking her head and looks down.
He sighs and she watches him move from the ledge to the sink and lean forward against it and looking in the mirror at her. There's this new look on his face, one she hasn't seen before. He just stares at her but there is something in his eyes that makes her stop breathing. It's love, she can tell. She thinks her heart just skipped a beat. She has always wanted that look and he's giving her it, in her bathroom none the less. She doesn't know what to do so she just stares back, afraid that if she said something that it would disappear.
It's him that breaks the eye contact first. He looks down, "We should go. Percy will want a report and you have to get that stitched up." He pushes off the sink and makes his way out of the bathroom. She releases a breath that she did not know she was holding and stands up. She looks in the mirror and sees his eyes. Love. She has waited for that look for so long and now that she's seen it she knows that it is there. Now the only thing she has to do is act on it because she knows he won't. The thing is she doesn't know if she will be brave enough.
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