Ok guys, on occasion of the great pile of snow behind my window, I have for you next (second to last!) chapter,

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Chapter 7

Nikita was making dinner when the first contraction came.

It was sharp and sudden like a lightning bolt. She felt instant panic.

"No. Not now. It's too early pumpkin."She was talking calmly to her unborn daughter hoping it would help. But it didn't. Another contraction came almost knocking her off her feet.

Nikita crawled to the couch and lay down, vaguely remembering a piece of advice her doctor gave her that she had hoped she would never have to use.

Breathing deeply, eyes closed, she tried to remember what he had said about false-labor contractions. They would last for an hour at the most and then they should go away.

"Ok let's try." She started to gently stroke her belly and try to convince her daughter that it's not the perfect moment to come to this world.

After 80 minutes when she was still getting contractions Nikita stopped deluding herself that they would go away and decided it was time to get some help.

Nikita struggled to grab her phone and dialed Michael's number. She was not following their protocol but what the hell; their baby was coming.

"Damn it." she cursed. He didn't answer the phone.

Although she knew calling another five times wouldn't help, she did it anyway; each time pressing the red button when she heard the answering machine.

She didn't want to leave any messages. Someone inappropriate could hear something he shouldn't.

"Ok. Daddy is busy right now. We have to handle it by our self, pumpkin."

After a while searching through the top drawer in the wardrobe she sighed with relief when she found what she was looking for; a small piece of paper with a phone number on it. A number she was only supposed to call in a real emergency.

It was definitely that moment. She waited a few signals until the person she was calling picked up.

-"Hello?" – she heard Dr. Reese's sleepy voice.

-"Hi. It's Nikita."–She had to take a deep breath to clear her mind and find the right words. They had agreed to speak in code on the phone. -" I'm afraid we have to finalize our arrangement a little bit earlier."

"Oh….Oh…"-she heard his genuine surprise as he tried to process that information–"Right. How much earlier you mean?"

"I mean now" – she wheezed.

"Oh my God…. I'm afraid it's impossible Nikita. I'm in Paris with my family…. There is no way I will make it on time."

She instantly hung up.

Vacation. He was on vacation. Her bad luck was unbelievable.

The next wave of pain hit her. Sitting down on the floor to wait it out, Nikita moaned quietly.

It was different than she had imagined it. Well to be honest she hadn't imagined this at all. She had tried not to think much about what labor would be like. And here it was; totally unexpected just like the news about the pregnancy. Good news seemed to find a very tricky way to surprise her.

What was she supposed to do now?

She has no idea about labor. She needs medical help right now. But going to a hospital was not an option. There was too much risk that someone would discover her real identity.

Focus. There had to be someone.

Tasha Elpherson. A memory of her creepy smiling neighbor hit her.

She mentioned something about being a doctor. Where the hell did she put her card?

Back then Nikita hadn't even considered calling her, but somehow didn't throw out the card. She ransacked her drawers, throwing everything out of them, trying to find it.

Nothing.

If she had known that she would need this freaking card….

Then she searched all the cabinets and storages in the house. Even behind the couch.

Nothing.

The Same in the basement.

As a last ditch effort Nikita crawled to the wardrobe and threw all her clothes out. "What was I wearing when I met her?"

Blue jeans.

She grabbed them and fingered the pockets. Nothing again.

She sat exhausted on the floor, trying to catch her breath and ease another contraction. This was a waste of time.

Wincing with pain, she rose and left home, not bothering to close the door.

Nikita knocked on Tasha's door gasping unnaturally. She felt pressure on her diaphragm which made breathing harder. To get here she had to climb up 15 stairs which almost made her heart jump out of chest.

While waiting until someone came to the door, she tried to come up with a convincing story about why she needed Tasha's help and discretion. But her mind wouldn't cooperate. She was too panicked and worried about the baby to think clearly.

Tasha opened after the 3rd bell with that same grin on her face.

Jeez. There was something really wrong with that woman.

"Hey, "she widened the grin as she recognized her neighbor. But the smile instantly faded from her face as she saw that Nikita was wincing in pain.

"I need your help." Nikita simply said.

"Oh my God are you in labor? Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

"No. I need YOUR help."

"I'm not a gynecologist! I can't-"

"But you are a doctor right?"–Nikita interrupted her "And you gave birth already, you know how it works. Please, help me."

"Calm down You are panicking, let me drive you to the hospital." -Tasha turned back to grab her keys.

"NO!" Nikita almost yelled. That was the worst time to explain anything. She couldn't blame this woman for not knowing what was going on but her patience was wearing thin.

She regretted that instantly because Tasha seemed to be frightened and troubled. She was standing frozen to the spot looking at her newest neighbor with anxiety. She tried to understand what was going on here. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. But she couldn't afford not to help her. That would be inhumane.

"No." Nikita repeated more calmly. That was the most calm she could afford right now. She continued, trying not to frighten Tasha more than she already was:

"Listen I don't have time to explain, but I can't go to the hospital. You are my only hope. "

There was something sincere and desperate in her eyes. Tasha didn't ask more questions. She felt that the less she knows the better, for her own sake.

Thanking God that Jeff and Jasper were at his mother's house, she helped Nikita lay down on a couch and quickly ran for some towels and hot water.

And how was that?

I hope you enjoyed,

I promise I will TRY to post the final chapter sooner, though I have several ideas for it so it might take a little time to decide which one to choose...

About my other two stories:

I will end the "Quiet Little Voices" soon ( Already have two final Chapters) and "Locked Hearts and Grenades" due to the fact that it is far from ending I will try to update, but I don't promise anything.

Thanks for sticking with me, take care and review ;)