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CHAPTER 2

"What's the status?" Percy asked not turning his sight away from the screens.

-She lost our team on 48th street., now heading to Lincoln's Bridge. I'm still following her on the satellites." Birkhoff reported.

"Good. Send our teams there. Block the exit from the bridge. She will not slip away this time."

"Got it." Birkoff shouted eagerly and gave the instructions to the agents on the scene:" All units proceed to the north side of Lincoln's bridge. Wait for the silver Chevy. It is heading your way." Then he turned to Percy – "As soon as She's out of that bridge she is ours".

Everyone in the Ops watched the silver Chevy rushing through the bridge cleverly evading all the cars unaware of the fact that it is actually driving right into the trap.

Then something unexpected happened.

In the blink of the eye , not giving People watching the scene opportunity to react.

When the car was halfway through the bridge, it suddenly skidded and to avoid head on collision it bounced to the side, crashed into the barrier, breaking it like it was made of paper and came off the bridge.

"Holy shit ! Did you guys see that?" Birkhoff sprung up from his chair shocked with what he saw.

"Well… that would solve many of our problems don't you think Michael?" Percy turned to the only person in Operation who remained silent since the moment they picked up Nikita's trail. He observed his reaction closely. Not a glimpse in his eyes could slip away Percy's attention.

But Michael didn't flinch still unable to stop staring at the screens.

Feeling that everybody's attention is focused on him, Michael turned around and left without a word.

Percy smiled with triumph. It was obvious he cared about her. And he probably could never kill her. But it is no longer a problem as it turned out. There was nothing Michael could hide from him. Percy knew him too well.

Or at least he thought so.

" I want our people to search the river. I won't believe she is dead until I see her body myself. She fooled us once, I won't let it happen again." He commanded.

Few days later:

"Boss, we have the body. Local police picked it up from the river this morning. It is not in perfect condition due to the few days in the river and injuries caused by the crash but it generally match Nikita's description. 1,70m White female around 30, long black hair. And adding to this absolutely no signs of her activity lately, I think we can confirm her death. " Birkhoff reported.

"Perfect. " Percy couldn't help but smile right now.

Michael's feet caved into the sand once he got out of the car. He cursed under his breath.

The Beach. He didn't expect this.

Michael put on his dark sunglasses and tried to ignore all the weird glances people gave him when he was walking down the beach. Actually, he couldn't blame them. Who wears a suit and tie on the beach?

Apparently he did.

One of the strollers was exceptionally amused. Woman had to bite her lip not to burst out laughing. She was wearing a loose black shirt which was covering her prominent 6-months-pregnant belly.

"Sometimes I think that the suit grew into your skin. Nice work with merging into crowd Michael!"

Nikita said with beamish smile, partly because of Michael's choice of attire, but mostly because she missed him.

Michael frowned and responded with his usual charming smirk Nikita fell for. "You just gave me the coordinates. No specifications about the clothing."

Michael was relieved seeing Nikita in good mood, safe and sound. He could breathe easier now.

The last two weeks He had no signs of life from her. He knew it was necessary but still, it was driving him crazy. He couldn't stop worrying about her. Although in that situation it was a lot easier to sell the whole being-in-mourning act. Percy didn't suspect a thing.

"Did it work?" Nikita asked.

" Yes. They believe they picked up your body from the river." He paused and looked at her seriously. "But I'm still thinking it was too risky. Something might have happen to you. Or to the baby."

"You know it was the only way." Nikita placed her hand on his shoulder. " Thank you Michael, For helping me get out of this."

He simply nodded. Nikita quickly took her hand away feeling that Michael is not comfortable with that closeness. She lowered her gaze, trying to hide how painful that ignorance is for her.

"What are we doing here? "

"I still have some of Whitfield's super-dollars, so I bought this house." Nikita pointed the big two story house not far from them. " I thought it would be good until the baby is born. Later I will move somewhere else. 5 months is long enough for people to start asking too many uncomfortable questions. Come inside. You draw too much attention right here."

He followed her up to the house. He observed her graceful moves as she was climbing up the stairs to the house. She was tensed. There was definitely something bothering her.

Nikita made coffee for them and they sat on the porch.

The view was amazing. Sunset at the ocean, Calming rush of waves.

It was a dream house for many people. But Nikita didn't seem to be as happy and careless as she should be in such a place. There was too much on her mind. Too much to worry about. Her previous joy of seeing Michael evaporated. She could feel the distance he tried to keep.

" So this is your plan? Running From one place to another? "He broke the silence.

"I know it's not perfect. But, It is the best that I can do right now."

Michael watched how she spreads out her hands protectively over swollen stomach. There was something incredibly sad in this gesture.

Michael felt the urge to take her into his arms and never let go.

But instead of doing it he clenched his fingers around the cup of hot coffee. It wouldn't be in always cool and self-controlled Michael's style.

Michael felt like everything was going wrong. Starting with Nikita being pregnant with his child.

Normally He would dream about this, but the circumstances were more than inconvenient. It was too dangerous. He was scared of losing them the way he lost Elizabeth and Hayley. He would never admit that though. It was too terrifying thought to put it into words.

He promised himself that he won't get more attached than he already is. It was easier to keep the distance. Less painful when he had to go away.

But still, Part of him felt happy in moments like this. He felt like He was in the right place sitting in the porch with her drinking coffee and watching the sunset. He successfully suppressed this part of him. Michael felt that happiness is not allowed. It was a very short moment and will be gone soon.

But also this will be something to hold on to when he was gone.

"I think I should go."He was enjoying this moment too much. A few more minutes and He wouldn't be able to force himself to leave. "Take care of yourself okay? " Without looking at her, Michael left the porch before Nikita had a chance to respond.