"Where is he? He should have been back over two hours ago."
"Now there is no reason that you should get upset. He is probably fine. You know sometimes meetings with contacts take a long time. I want you to go on home. There is no reason that you should have to wait here for him. I will send him home as soon as he comes in and debriefs."
"All right. Let me know if you hear anything."
So Nikita and went on home, but she was too anxious for Michael to get home. She needed something to pass the time away. She remembered getting some wine a few weeks ago for her and Michael, but they had been on mission after mission so they had not had any time to drink it. She figured now was a good a time as any. She had a few days down time. She could have a couple of drinks.
Well two hours and one bottle of wine later Michael came in the front door.
"Nikita." He said in a very accented tone.
"Michael. Hey there. What you been up to?" Nikita said from the couch.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm juuuust fiiiine. What have been you up to?"
"WHAT?!"
"What you been have to?"
"WHAT?!"
"What ya doin'?"
"Damn, you're drunk."
"Oh, Michael I love it when you talk dirty."
"Come on. Let's get you up stairs. Let's see how a cold shower helps."
Michael picked her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom's bathroom. On the way up the steps she pulls back a little and stares right in his face.
"What is it?" Michael asked.
"Michael, I wuv you."
Michael laughs for a second. "Well I wuv you too. Now let's see you in that shower."
"So you going to get in the shower with me?"
Michael said nothing as he sat her down in the tub. She looked around confused and then back up to Michael.
"Aren't we suppose to have our clothes off?"
Again Michael said nothing as he turned on the cold water. Nikita jumped up and tried to get out of the shower, but he will not let her out. He also backed up a little in case she decided to take another swing at him. After about five minutes he finally turned off the water. Her clothes are soaking wet. She stood up and stared at him. If looks could kill Michael would be dead and buried.
"What did you do that for?"
"I figured that you needed some sobering up."
"I was not drunk. I was happy and just a little tipsy."
"You were drunk."
"Let's not bring me into this. Where have 'you' been?" Nikita asked.
"I was talking to one of my contacts and he told me of another man that knew of a group that was trying to ally themselves with Red Cell. It took me a while to get the information I needed out of him and when I called Section Madeline said that you were worried about me so I debriefed and headed home and find you drunk."
"I WASN'T DRUNK. I was waiting for you and I decided to have one glass of wine."
"One glass?"
"Well, It was a very big glass."
"Nikita."
"All right. It was a bottle, but it was a little bottle. Now if you will excuse me I don't feel so well." She said as she passed him to get back in the bathroom. She started to throw up and Michael went in to pull her hair back for her and gets a cold rag and pats her face with it. She was so sick that Michael sat in the bathroom with her for over two hours. Once she passed out he undressed her and put her in bed.
The next morning when he woke up he went and made her a big cup of coffee. He knew she was going to need it. When he came in the he got in bed beside her and said her name in almost a whisper. "Nikita."
"Oh god Michael, don't yell." She said as she put the pillow over her face. When he reached over to pull the pillow off of her face she hit his arm.
"Do you want me to put you in the shower again?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" He asked with a smile.
"You are cruel Michael. You are so mean to me."
"Come on and get up. I made you a nice big cup of coffee."
"Yippee. Coffee." She said with false enthusiasm.
Michael walked on into the kitchen so that Nikita could get up on her own. He knew that she would be moving a little bit slower this morning. When she came into the kitchen she was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a white cotton T-shirt and some of the darkest sunglasses he had ever seen.
"Can you even see out of those?"
"I can see fine." She said as she stumped her toe of the edge of the couch. "Why did you move the couch?"
"It is in the same place it has always been."
She had a look on her face like yea right. I get drunk and you rearrange the house while I am asleep.
"I have some bad news. We have to go into Section this morning. Madeline needs us to go and pick up a man to be questioned. It should not take long."
"Do I have to go?"
Michael didn't answer her he just got up and handed her a jacket. "Let's go."
It was very obvious that Nikita had a hangover. Birkoff noticed it first. She walked over to him and he said in a rather loud voice, "How are feeling this morning?"
"Obviously you already know since you asked me in such a loud damn voice. Chill Birkoff. You will live longer."
She walked into Michael's office and crawled into his chair. She was beginning to get a little aggravated that he had not gotten another chair yet. She didn't mean to break it. It was supposed to be a good chair. It should not have broken so easily when she hit it on the wall. She closed the blinds and turned off the lights. She still felt like there was too much light. Her head felt like it was about to split in two. So she got up and crawled up under his desk. She leaned back and sat there with her eyes closed.
A few minutes later Michael walked in and wondered why his light was off. He didn't bother to turn the overhead light on. He walked to his desk and turned the lamp on. As he sat down he saw Nikita sitting under his desk asleep. He picked her up and sat him on the small couch in the corner of his office. He let her sleep for a little over an hour. As much as he did not want to wake her it was time to leave. He just barely touched her shoulder and she sat up. "I'm awake, I'm awake."
"Sorry baby, But it is time to go." She pulled herself up and headed out the door. When they found the man to be questioned he made a run for it. Nikita made a face saying of all the times for one of them to run. She considered taking her gun and shooting him. But she didn't think Ops would like that very much. So she chased him around the side of the building while Michael went to the opposite side of the building hoping to intercept him in the progress. Once Michael got to him he grabbed him. And Nikita's head was pounding so bad. She was furious with the creep. So she walked up to him and punched him.
"You are getting into those punches aren't you?" Michael said.
When they came into Section Madeline met them at the door. She looked at the blood above the targets eye. Madeline looked straight at Nikita who was still wearing those dark glasses. "Is it my fault that he ran into my fist?"
"I think that was all that I am going to need you for today. You can go back home. I will see you tomorrow. Nikita. I expect you to be over this hangover when you come back." Madeline gave her a warning look and walked away.
Nikita went home with Michael and she crawled in bed. They had to spent most of the day hunting down that creep and them they had a long drive back to Section. This little mission took up most of the day. She feel asleep within five minutes of being in bed. The next morning she was completely over the hangover. Or at least she thought she was. She was over the headache but she was still sick at her stomach. She stayed like that for three days. Finally she started feeling better.
About four months later her and Michael were sent on a mission to obliterate a terrorist group. They had lost three operatives in the process and Michael had been shot in the back. He had a vest on but since it hit so hard it had left him temporarily paralyzed. He worked night and day to get the use of his legs back. Nikita did what she could to help also. She would massage his legs every night. Occasionally, she would give him a full body massage. Those were the ones he looked forward to, but he still was not having any progress. He was in bed one night and Nikita had got up to run to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
When she was down there the silent alarm went off in the bedroom. It would cause the lights to flash. He could not call for Nikita for fear that she would have to face this person unarmed. He reached under his pillow and grabbed his gun. He moved till his legs were hanging off the bed and he slowly put weight on them. He was surprised that they did hold his weight. He was able to get down the stairs by holding on the walls, the railings and the furniture. He got into the living room just in time to see a man standing in the dining room with a gun pointed at Nikita. Michael raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Nikita jumped at the sudden noise. She saw the body fall and ran out of the kitchen to see Michael 'standing' there. Nikita went over to the man in the mask. She pulled it off to see Nathan. He had had it out for them since Michael gave him his first lessons in the rules of the Section.
Nikita ran to Michael's side just he lost the strength in his legs. She helped him to a chair and then called housekeeping. He was able to finally convince himself that he could walk again. Michael slowly began to get back the use of his legs. Until they were finally back to normal.
Another month had passed before he was sent out on another mission. He had to get a disk from a woman called Jennifer Miller. Michael had to seduce her so that he could get into her bedroom. Nikita was not too happy about this. She knew that she could not stop it because Ops said as long as the missions ran smoothly that they could stay together, but she came up with an idea that would rectify the situation. She drugged the woman when no one was looking. Michael was able to get the disk and get out without ever having to sleep with her. He couldn't say he was sorry. Ever since he had married Nikita he had not had to sleep with anyone on an assignment. Anyone period. He hoped that he would not have to anymore.
"You did it didn't you?" Michael said as he got in the van. She said nothing but put a small vial in his hand. He smiled and said nothing to anyone else of what had happened.
Once they were back at Section Nikita went to Birkoff and started talking. Birkoff looked over at her stealing his oreos and a brownie that he had left.
"Nikita, No offense but I think you need to cut down on the sweets. You are starting to gain a little weight."
"I AM NOT!!" Nikita said as she stormed away from Birkoff. He just leaned back and hoped that she didn't tell Michael and have him come after him too.
Nikita and Michael were coming up on their first anniversary. So Michael decided to take her out to a nice place to eat. He remembered the food at the Pillars and decided against that. So he let her choose. Once they were finished eating Michael pulled a small box out of his pocket and sat it in front of her. (Nikita knew it was to small to be a gun this time.) Then he opened it. Nikita saw a beautiful diamond ring. He slipped it out of the box and on to her finger. "Happy Anniversary."
Nikita was about to cry she was so happy. They got up and headed over to the mall. He wanted to buy her some nice outfits. As they were walking she suddenly squeezed his hand hard.
"What's wrong?" He asked worried about her.
"Nothing." She said but a few minutes later she did it again.
"Nikita, Tell me what is going on." He demanded.
"I am just having some pains in my stomach. I will be all right."
They walked a little more and she grabbed her stomach this time. The pains were getting worse, but again she denied that it was bad. About ten minutes later it hit her again and she fell to her knees. Michael grabbed her up and got her back to the car and drove her into Section. There was a Medical team waiting for them when they got there. Since Michael had called Madeline and told her what was happening.
"I think that it is her appendix." Michael said to the doctor.
The doctor began to run some test to see if it was indeed her appendix. He pressed certain places on her stomach to see that she did not react to any pain from it. So he knew that it was not her appendix. So then he ran a few more tests including a gynecological exam. The doctor then called Michael back into the room.
"Well, It's not her appendix." The doctor said.
"Well then what is it?" Michael asked.
"She is in labor."