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Chapter 9

Nikita felt unusually young at that moment. The tall beauty sat in that small, Spartan, yet stylish office, which her old trainer and highly manipulative "friend" Madeline used to occupy. Nobody ever wandered into it; most of the young operatives had a bad feeling about that place and once they learned whom its previous occupant was they steered clear of it from that time on.

The small space was like a walk down memory lane for Operations.

The office didn't really give of a cosy feeling. It was as cold and empty as in Madeline's days – nothing was changed; not even the beautiful orchids, which still stood on display.

Nikita hated that Madeline as everything else form her past still held so much power over her, but it didn't stop her from keeping the office up to code as homage to her past.

Speaking of which, Nikita got up and walked over to one of the flowers to groom it as carefully as Madeline had done before her.

Eventually Nikita couldn't evade her thoughts any longer and she sat down at the glass desk again and stared on the computer screen. A picture of Dana was the first thing that caught her eyes. Nikita sighed again as she read Daniels rapport.

"I can't believe that off all the men in the world she had to fall for that one," Nikita muttered tiredly and rubbed her eyes in a gesture, that none of her operatives thought her capable of.

Operations pressed a key on the keyboard and a still picture emerged. Then Nikita laughed her signature low deep chuckle for a second as she realized that the closest surveillance photo Section One: Top Notch Antiterrorist organisation, had been able to come up with was from across the street and the image was from a very old camera, which still used black and white footage.

"Off course Michael wouldn't let his son be too easy to identify," Nikita mumbled and tried to zoom in on the tall figure next to a blurry Dana entering the building with what looked like a grocery bag, but wasn't at all surprised when she discovered, that it was impossible.

"Fine, Michael," Nikita told the screen, "I get it…"

A few minutes passed by and the nagging feelings, which she'd tried to escape from by entering Madeline's lair, began to return.

Nikita closed her eyes and immediately that night in front of her apartment reappeared. Michael's soft voice after so long, and his caress…

Nikita shuddered as her mind conjured up old memories of the two of them enjoying his caress like there was no tomorrow. Then the middle-aged woman smiled sadly, pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and looked at Michael's file and more importantly his photo. Nikitas long index finger traced her lovers features and asked him:" Will I ever get over you?"

Suddenly the electric doors opened and Nikita hurried to lean back and took on that cold mask she'd perfected over the years.

A young operative named Eric entered and said apologetic:" I'm sorry to interrupt Maam, but there's something you outta see."

Frowning Nikita got up and followed the man to her own office, where he guided her towards her computer. Nikita did as asked and Eric nodded down to systems where Jason was waiting, and shortly after the southerner had pressed a button on his computer a file opened on Nikita's own.

It was a film, and a familiar figure sat in darkness.

"Row 8, plot 30," was all he said and Nikita told Eric to leave, and then she darkened the perch and walked back to her computer and used a code she had almost forgotten.

Then a new file opened up and Michael reappeared – still cowered in darkness.

"Hello Nikita," his voice washed over her and she sighed. "There isn't much time; Daniel can't find out about Adam; the consequences are to severe."

A few seconds of silence went by and Nikita briefly wondered if that had been all, when Michael spoke again:

"I'm borrowing your agent to help me fight off The Green Valiant. Don't interfere Nikita. In 5 hours you'll receive missions details if I fail. Should I do so…protect Adam from Centre…and Daniel."

Then Michael reached a hand out towards her and laid his fingers the same way he'd done all those years ago, when they'd been separated by a thick glass wall and had waited for Paul Wolfe to kill one of them in punishment.

The film ended and Nikita slid down the wall and stared out into thin air.

"Damn you Michael; don't drag another innocent girl into our mess..."

A couple of minutes later someone informed her over the intercom, that Daniel was approaching as ordered. Nikita got up, relit the windows and gripped the window frames hard enough to make the knuckles white. And waited.


Dana didn't move an inch as the tall man slowly and yet so casually walked over to the passengers seat, opened the door and entered the car.

A couple of minutes passed by without a word.

Finally Dana's already shortened patience had had enough and she asked in a mock calm voice:

"So…I take it you're not interested in killing me?"

Michael Samuelle gently turned his head towards her and his green eyes shone of something Dana couldn't really define.

"Not at the moment," he answered quietly and Dana swallowed a lump of fear.

"Start the car and drive to this location," Michael demanded and showed the Dana an electronic device with an unknown address on it.

Dana tried to act carefree and said with a half smile:

"Okey doki Sir."

The senior operative didn't react and Dana tried to control her nerves. Inexplicably she suddenly longed for Daniels presence; she was never as good as when her trainer was around and she knew it.

A long while passed in silence and right before Dana snapped, Michael removed his weapon and said:

"I need your help…"

Dana frowned.

"Aren't you like the baddest of them all? Whatever would you need my help for? I'm not Operations or Daniel."

Michael's lip twisted up into a very faint smile and Dana recognized both Adam and Daniel in him. "I suddenly get what Nikita saw in him," she thought briefly, before Michael shocked her by actually answering her former question.

"An underground organisation somehow found out about Adam and threatened to eliminate him, if I don't return to their ranks. Thankfully no one knows that I'm Michael Samuelle – otherwise he'd be dead by now. "

Dana shifted gears and stored the information in her mind as though she was solving a jigsaw puzzle.

"Why not ask Section One for help?"

The tall Frenchman explained:" No one knows about Daniel, so he can't be used as a threat. And Centre will kill me and Adam themselves, if they find out Section helped me," Michael paused and very softly added," and Nikita has enough to worry about."

"So," Dana finally said," you worked for that "organisation", quit and now they're blackmailing you to return like a common criminal? Jeez, that's harsh."

Michael turned his head and looked at her; intensely.

"You are different from most young operatives, outspoken," Dana interrupted by mumbling a defiant," obviously," which he pretended not to hear.

"They will kill my son, the man you claim to love and I'll need some assistance to make sure it doesn't happen. Or was your feelings an act?"

Dana didn't know how she got the courage, but she quickly pulled the car to the side of the road, turned and roared at the famous agent as though he was Daniel during one of their so called debates," I do love Adam, and I'll do anything to help – all you had to do was ask. If you knew anything about love, you'd know that!"

Surprisingly Dana wasn't shot in the following seconds, and she scanned the man before her for signs of his anger.

His green eyes were narrowed in a very unfamiliar scowl. Then he schooled his features back into that same type of empty mask Nikita used to wear and calmly told the Dane:

"I know love, I breathe it everyday, and everyday it kills me more and more…"

Dana couldn't breathe as the words touched something inside her and she remembered all those legends and stories about this man and her boss.

Finally Dana regained her composure and she started the car without a word.

Ten minutes later she finally demanded:" So tell me about what you want me to do."

Michael then quietly began informing her of the required details of their upcoming mission, thinking to himself, that the fiery redhead reminded him of a certain blonde from long ago.


Daniel walked calmly into Section One – his usual emotionless expression firmly in place.

On the inside however, it was a completely different story.

"Idiotic foreigner," Daniel cursed and he had to stop in the systems area and pretend to look up some sort of useless information so he wouldn't evoke suspicion from other operatives, as he cursed the Dane internally.

Jason yanked a young female operative out of Daniel's way as he saw right through that calm act the younger man had set up.

"I hope the blonde is ready for this," Jason thought and looked up at his boss's window.

Nikita stood with her arms crossed and a very cold expression on her face to make sure nobody noticed her inner turmoil, but once again it didn't fool the mission profiler.

Operations blue eyes had something unfamiliar in them and the old sight almost made Jason chuckle out loud as he gently sat the rescued young operative down and fired off his usual lame pick up lines.

"I thought I'd never see that again," he muttered under his breath and quickly eyed Section One's leader again," she actually feels something for once…"

Suddenly Daniel stood beside his mother and Jason watched carefully as Operations quickly darkened the perch again.

"…Let's hope it's not the last time she does that," Jason sighed inwardly and continued plotting the next mission on the agenda.

"Hello Daniel – how are your assignment going?"

Nikita tried desperately not to reveal her feelings as her large son towered over her own not so small height.

"Don't act as though you don't know anything," Daniel responded slowly and Nikita stiffened.

"He can't know already?"

Daniel answered her unasked question by saying in an emotionless tone of voice:

"Dana has secrets and she discovered them during her last stay here. And you always know what goes on."

Nikita breathed out a sigh of relief and covered it up by picking up her remote just to adjust the air-conditioning.

"Daniel, I think you're getting too emotional – how come this sudden change?"

Nikita watched her son stop and look as though she'd accused him of killing off a level A operative instead of a B-list one.

"Don't be ridiculous," he exclaimed and crossed his arms slowly, "and tell me what you know of Dana Litra."

Nikita sighed and gestured her son to follow her into her own private area. Once seated she said:" If I recall correctly my son, you walked through Section One's gates with an unconscious girl in your arms, who'd simply delivered food to your drop zone. She could have been cancelled the first day, but you decided to train her, remember? That girl has never been meant for this and now you can't handle that she shows her true feelings for this, us, by keeping secrets?"

Daniel shook his head and said," You too weren't meant for this, but now you're running things. Mother Dana isn't simply keeping intimate secrets for her lover, but something else and I intend to find out or kill all in my path."

Nikita thought about Michaels message and said," Daniel, as a mother I understand your desire to uncover the truth…as your superior I order you to stay put until I've talked to Dana myself. Do you want to have a session with the Twins until you learn obedience?"

Daniel mentally flinched. His mother was the most caring and protective one he'd over known…granted loving behaviour wasn't common in Section, but she did what she could. But when he'd been a teenager he'd developed a rebellious streak and done some stupid prank, he didn't even remember, right in front of one of Centre's agents.

Nikita had sadly, but knowingly sent him to the Torture Twins as punishment. In hindsight he knew it was to protect him from cancellation, but he had never forgotten it; hell he still had a long scar down his back from that session.

Daniel blinked and put the bad memory away again and said:" No Maam, I'll do as ordered."

Nikita nodded and told him curtly:" Jason is preparing a mission as we speak; I'd like you to go on it. Some of Red Cells old freelance agents have been spotted in Australia, and they're going to sell their information to the highest bidder. Get that knowledge or eliminate the possibility that others might learn it. Understood?"

Daniel nodded and got up without any more words, so caught up in his conflicting emotions, he missed the look of relief on his mothers face.

Daniel soon finished the briefing and was being armed by a middle aged man, who Walter himself had trained before going on retirement.

A young man, Daniel only knew as Eric, stood in front of him and loaded his gun. When he finished that, he turned towards Daniel and said: "didn't know you'd be on this project, sir. Figured you'd be up with Operations and calming her down still."

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Jason flinch and make a wild gesture towards the operative in front of him.

Intrigued Daniel asked coolly:" Calming her why?"

Eric, who was still too distracted by his guns to notice Jason's fierce gesturing, answered:" Oh, she got some weird ass file from someone. She looked like she'd seen a ghost and I don't get why she acted like it was such a big deal; the dude only said one sentence and that was it."

Daniel quickly grabbed the operative and startled him by hissing:

"What did it say?"

"Row 8, plot something…"

Daniel felt his heart race like he was in a fight," plot 30?"

Eric nodded fiercely; he was actually petrified by Daniel. The man usually acted like a robot and seeing him like this, freaked the younger man out.

The movement was the last Eric ever made, a gunshot suddenly sounded and hit him right in the head.

Daniel released the now dead man and promptly turned towards the perch. His mother stood not five meters from him, looking scared and wild with a still smoking weapon in her hand.

"You're keeping secrets too," he said icingly and his green eyes shone unforgiving.

Nikita's ice blue eyes glinted in unshed tears.

"Let it go, Daniel...please"

The man didn't relent and Nikita didn't look away from him as she commanded some of the other operatives.

"Take him away…to the White room."


A/N: Hi guys (girls), I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while, but am still struggling with computer problems. I lost a lot of this story because of said problems, and have tried to remake it from memory…hopefully it's not too confusing. I was going for the feel of the show; you know, where one episode could confuse and another make you forget it ever happened; like George being defeated and still be oversights bad guy in the next episode…confusing, sorry. Please tell me what you think and I'll try to work in a little action next time…but don't know when I'll be able to update again. Will do my best, though!

Citrusgirl: welcome! And Thanks! As for your question…can't say just yet, sorry, please keep reading, though!

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Gaialy: Yep, you're right, Michael rules!

Del: Daniel really is a nice guy…and don't worry Nikita isn't at all calm, just a bit different after 30 years alone.

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Starlight63: awesome review as always! And I'm a lover of twists, I can't deny…especially after this chapter, right?

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