Meanwhile Michael was holding Nikita's hand; fingers entwined as they walked home.

"So you ready for tomorrow?" Michael asked

"I suppose we'll still be friends right?" Nikita asked scared of losing one of very few people she trusted.

"Definitely best friends" Michael honestly replied.

Michael suddenly felt Nikita's whole weight on him which wasn't a lot. He looked at her a saw her suddenly drop to the floor.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked deep concern

"My heel broke and I went over on my ankle it really hurts" Nikita answered removing her shoe. Michael crouched down and felt around her ankle where Nikita gestured it hurt. Her face crinkling as his hands grazed over the slowly swelling joint. "Come on I'll carry you" Michael said helping her up.

"No Michael I'll walk I'll be okay" Nikita protested but as soon as she took her first step she fell straight into Michael arms. He new she was stubborn. So he scooped her up bridal style and walked home. "Michael put me down" Nikita yelled

"Why so you can limp just shhh" He answered kissing her head.

He got to the top step of the door when Amanda suddenly opened the door to find Michael holding a sleeping Nikita. He went inside and placed her on the sofa. Amanda came into the living room with a bag of frozen peas and passed them to Michael who was putting a pillow under her swollen ankle and gently placing the peas on top. She moved a little and looked at him. "I best be going" Michael suggested but Nikita grabbed his wrist "I never told you he rest of the story will you sit" Nikita asked starting to push herself up so Michael could slide behind her small frame.

Michael sat and pulled Nikita down again her head resting on his lap.

"Nikita you don't have to" Michael began but Nikita cut him off "Mom van you bring me and Michael a glass of water please and then sit with us please" Nikita yelled.

A few minutes later Amanda entered with two glasses of water and one with a straw.

Michael picked the glass with the bright pink straw up and held it as Nikita pursed her lips around it and sucking it. When she had finished Michael out the glass back down and looked into her eyes. Her big, dark brown eyes the way she looked back was like she was searching his heart to find out if she fit in it.

Nikita was about to start talking when Mikita jumping on her made her laugh as he began licking Michaels hand that was on her stomach. "Looks like she never forgot her daddy" Nikita joked.

"Well…" Michael said stroking Mikita.

"So anyway my biologic dad found my address and foster parents but he was branded as dangerous when he returned from fight in some war and he… erm he came to the house and I was playing in the front yard. The house I was in it was like the American dream house." Nikita stopped for a second remembering the moment her dad came "He shouted me and I walked over to him he was leaning on the gate and was holding a picture, I asked him what it was and he said… Oh that's me and you with your mommy. Nikita do you know your daddy? And I stood and looked at him and I told him I knew I was adopted that's when he told me he was my dad and I kept that picture. It's in my photo album."

Michael sat caressing her hair; his eyes concentrating deeply at her face as she recalled her painful memories.

"So then he asked me to come with him and I thought he was my family so I went" Nikita began. "He took me to the park and sat me on a bench"

FLASH BACK

"Nikita wait here I'll be right back don't move" Richard commanded

Nikita just nodded and sat swinging her tiny legs. Richard returned with the big oak brown box and picked Nikita up in his other arm and took her to a patch of bright green grass he sat down and Nikita sat on his lap.

He opened the box and took out a photo album. He opened it and it was full of pictures mainly of him as a child with his parents and pictures of her mom near the end it was more pictures of Nikita and Richard. Nikita looked up at Richard and asked with a sweet innocent voice "Why aren't there any pictures of me and mommy?" Richard looked down at her and a tear dropped on to Nikita's hair and he replied "Well mommy didn't have a lot of time to have pictures with you because she went to heaven the morning after you were born baby"

Richard flipped the album to the back page he unfolded it and revealed a big picture of a woman smiling her hair messily tied back and her eyes watering holding this tiny baby in a giant white blanket. Nikita's tiny hand stroked the picture and her dad said in a low voice almost like a whisper "You have her eyes and smile" Nikita swung round and laced her arms around him. He reached in the box and pulled out a small envelope and he passed it Nikita "She wrote you this for when you're a bit older but there's a necklace in here and it's the one she wore when she was pregnant with you right up to the day she gave birth to you" he said hooking the necklace together around her tanned neck.

Nikita self consciously touched the blue charm on the chain. "I never took it off" Nikita informed.

"Nikita why aren't you aloud to see him?" Michael asked almost like he was reading Amanda's thoughts.

"Well he tried to kidnap me and like run I think we were going to Mexico but by the time we got to the border my foster parents sent out missing notices and my foster dad was a chief detective so it went around faster there was a picture of me and some one stopped us and told my dad to step out of the car I saw them put handcuffs on him I know I was little but I knew a lot like that if that ever happened it was because that person had been bad" Nikita breathed tears streaming down her face. "A man opened the back door where I was sitting in a car seat and asked me if I was okay and as he undid my seatbelt and picked me up he asked if I had any possessions in the car I nodded and told him the big box in the car he told his man and he got it they sat me in the police car and put the box next to me I started to cry as I realized I was on my own. My dad was been driven away and I too but in the opposite direction. They drove me to the police station"