Little Moments

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Birkhoff didn't like it. Going on a mission without a plan was never a wise thing. But tell that to Michael who'd been all wound up and ready to act… instead of using his head and getting prepared.

Well, it only served the man right to be left trudging in the pouring rain… the only problem with that was that Birkhoff was stuck coordinating and providing the missing intel.

He jumped surprised when bright lightening lit up the spacious living room and looked over at the sleeping form of his friend when it was quickly followed by a thundering crash. Nikita didn't even budge and he shook his head. Poor thing was out cold… at least she was sleeping now. Birkhoff knew that she'd been up all night.

"Birkhoff, you there?" he heard Michael's gruff voice through the headset. He wasn't a happy camper. "I have visual on the target, you copy that?"

"Yeah, yeah, Mickey. You're good to go. But, please, this time, don't screw up," he added as an afterthought. "This is your last chance so… don't let a doe-eyed kindergartener divert you from your objective... or an old lady frighten you. If you have to break an arm or something like that… go for it. You're doing it for Nikki."

All he got as an answer was a noncommittal grunt and when he turned his gaze on his screen, he could see the man enter the bakery. (He was still wondering why bakeries had security cams.) He watched with rapt attention as Michael walked up to the counter and exchanged some words with the girl behind it. Birkhoff almost groaned when the girl shook her head then turned towards the back door. And he grabbed the edge of his desk in alarm as he watched Michael reach under his trenched leather jacket. He would go for it… he would really go for it, Birkhoff thought with a wince.

He nervously flexed his fingers ready to delete the data of the security cam and eliminate every evidence of Michael ever being there, all the while wondering how he would explain the bloodshed in a downtown bakery to Nikita. It was that time of the month and she was moody as hell (not that he would blame her - from what he gathered, she had the cramps from hell) so he didn't dare to imagine how she'd react when she found out that Michael went all crazy assassin over an apple Danish.

Maybe the sugar rush would make her see that it was all worth it.

But then the girl reappeared with a large paper bag and Birkhoff let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was only his purse in Michael's hand.

He got it, Birkhoff smiled. He got that damned apple Danish that seemed to be out of stock in a 20-mile-radius area.

"And…" He was still watching the screen but his excitement wouldn't let him remain seated anymore. "Mission accomplished!" he yelled, throwing his fist into the air as Michael grabbed the bag. "Yes!"

"Whattissit?" came a sleepy question and Birkhoff looked at Nikita, who looked like death warmed up.

"Sorry," he told her sheepishly.

"Where's Michael?" the woman slowly sat up, pulling her knees under her chin and looking around the dark room.

"Birkhoff," the man heard his friend's voice through his headset. "Target acquired, I repeat, target acquired. Mission was a success."

"Copy that," Birkhoff acknowledged his friend. "Meet you back at headquarters," he told him then turned back to Nikita, getting the little piece of tech out of his ear.

"You've got a mission?" Nikita asked with a confused frown. "But I've just closed my eyes..."

"You have no idea," Birkhoff sighed, sitting down next to the woman and giving her a warm smile.

Who would have thought that getting Nikita's favorite apple Danish would turn into a mission of its own kind?

At least nobody got hurt.

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