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Author's Note: This is the sequel in my trilogy containing "Boxers or Briefs" and "Mind Game." Im not quite sure yet but this might turn into an epic...that will go on...and on...and on. Well...maybe not but there probably will be another sequel. Hope all of you enjoy! Oh and the song in here is Monster Mash by the Slingers.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story have been borrowed from USA Network, LFN Productions, Fireworks Entertainment and anyone else who lay's legal claim to them. The story, however, is mine alone. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Walking down the corridors that made up the underground maze called Section One, Nikita heard the commotion before she saw it. Sounds of laughter and Operations commanding voice met her ears as Nikita rounded the corner, running directly into the object of her desire. Strong hands reaching out and around Nikita's waist, helping to steady them both. All thoughts about the commotion of Section were forgotten as Nikita looked up and focused on Michael's face. Azure eyes meeting sea green, the surprise evident in both.

Nikita pushed back from Michael's embrace while questioning him about the mysterious phone call she got from Sections second in command less than an hour ago. "I got called in my Madeline. What's going....omigod!!!" Her question was quickly dropped as she took a good look at Michael and other questions immediately popped into her head.

Nikita's eyes wandered over Michael's Masculine body, clad in Black form fitting material from head to toe, the black cape hanging off his shoulders at just the right length so it was a mere half inch from the ground. Michael's black mask making his strikingly beautiful green eyes stand out even more than usual. Nikita's intense speculation of his body was making Michael feel as though she were undressing him with her eyes, unnerving him incredibly. Just as Michael started feeling as though she would never stop starring, Nikita's eyes focused on his waist where a sword hung, glinting in the artificial light of Section.

Bursting into laughter, Nikita was barely able to speak but somehow managed to force out her flippant remark. "What is it this time Michael....Madeline decided we should change our mission gear to black clad super hero's to boost up our self esteem? Or did she think that we would be better equipped with swords than 9 mils and the clothes just seemed to fit better with the weaponry?"

Michael waited patiently until Nikita's laughter diminished enough so she could hear him. Michael would not say anything about her remark because it would be well worth it to see her face when he showed her what he was carrying with him. "We are going on a mission. We don't have much time so you will have to change now and I will brief you on the way. This is your outfit." Michael took the garment from off of his arm and held it in front of Nikita.

After seeing the French maid costume--that she knew would cover barley *nothing* at all--Nikita's eyes grew extremely wide and her mouth dropped open. Reveling in her surprise, Michael allowed a slight smile to curve his sensuous lips--the only outward sign of his pleasure.

If possible, Nikita's voice rose an octave higher than normal and stated what she knew to be the obvious facts. "Michael, what was Madeline thinking? I'm not going to be able to fit into that! Its to small...that wont be able to cover anything at all!"

Reaching out, Michael lightly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes raking over her body, and his voice grew husky and more sensual than Nikita had ever thought possible. "That's the point."

After Michael's hand traveled down Nikita's shoulder, it continued its slow, feather light touch down her arm and to her hand, bringing it up to rest on the dress. Once he had Nikita holding the dress, Michael quietly turned from her and walked down the hall towards com. Leaving a very surprised and flushed Nikita standing alone, holding one of the skimpiest outfits she had ever seen in her life.

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Nikita walked into her room which was on the way to com. Closing the door behind her and quickly shedding her clothes, Nikita looked at the scrap of clothing Madeline called a dress. I cant believe that she is doing this to me! What is she thinking? I have never even seen a french maid costume *that* short! The woman's Insane! Madeline would have to be mentally ill if she thinks I can possibly fit into that without *everything* popping out!

Glancing around the room, Nikita noticed that Madeline already had the pleasure of putting a garter belt and stockings on her bed, along with a little note. Picking it up, she recognized Madelines handwriting but knew that it could only be from her. No one had a mind as devious as Madelines. No one would ever think of making Nikita suffer like this.

Nikita, I know you think that the dress is too small but you *will* fit into it. I promise. Besides...the dress is supposed to be on the small side and I'm sure that you will look perfect in it.

Humph. Small side? What does she mean small side...this dress is *way* past the point of being on the *small side*. Crumpling the note and throwing it into the waste basket, Nikita angrily put on the garter belt and the nylon's that went with it. Taking the costume off the hanger and eyeing it with complete and utter distaste, Nikita put it on and was amazed that it was actually staying on. If this doesn't pop off of me by the time the night is over it will be a miracle. Putting on spiked black heals that were left by the door, by Madeline no doubt, Nikita took a quick glance at herself in the mirror before leaving. She was right--the dress didn't cover that much. The neck line of the black french maid dress dipped dangerously low and was extremely tight, pushing her breasts up and together. God, you would think that the wonder bra was built right into it! The dress was made to cling to all of her curves and ended where the straps of the garter belt did, effectively displaying her long, slender legs for all to see. Then there was the apron, white and trimmed with lace around the edges, and of course shorter than the dress. Its a feaking miracle Madeline didn't make the dress as short as the apron!

Turning away from the mirror and out the door, Nikita made her way down the halls and past com on her way to the loading docks, feeling more insecure than she had ever felt before. As soon as Nikita entered Com all eyes turned towards her. The women all silently glad that they didn't have to wear something as uncomfortable as what Nikita was wearing and all the men not being able to take their eyes off of Nikita, even if they had wanted to, which they didn't. Continuing on her way, Nikita rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of the loading docks, was a sight Nikita had never expected. Shock overcame her as she stood frozen, not able to move, her eyes locked on the sight before her.

Operations, Madeline, Walter, Belinda, Birkoff, Gail, Michael, Frick and Frack, all stood in Loading wearing Halloween costumes. Her eyes traveled over each one individually. Operations was dressed as a mummy and wrapped in white bandages from head to toe. The only part of him Nikita could see were his steel blue eyes, peering out at her, daring Nikita to comment. Next came Madeline, dressed in an equally tight dress compared to Nikita's, only hers was floor level, black, and showed just as much--if not more--cleavage than her own. Wearing a long black wig Nikita guessed she had to be Elvira. Walter was wearing platforms to make himself taller, old torn clothes, a short black wig to hide his silver ponytail, screws coming out of the side of his head, and green make up covering his face. Definitely the perfect looking Frankenstien. Beside him was Belinda in a white dress covered with fake cobwebs, wearing a wig that was standing strait up and dyed black and white, exactly like Frankenstiens wife.

Then came Birkoff, definitely *not* pleased with Madelines wardrobe choice. Looking him over, Nikita quickly noticed that he was supposed to be Boy George from the Culture Club. He was wearing a dark blond wig--braided with ribbons--blue eye shadow, red lipstick and finger nail polish, a white and red stripped dress shirt with a scarf as a tie, and wore a black skirt over his tan nylons. Standing next to Birkoff and trying to calm him down as much as possible was Gail. Barely recognizable, she wore black high heeled shoes with red and white striped stockings which were only visible up to her knees. From there up to the top of her head was a light weight house from "the Wizard of Oz" made out of paper mashe. The peep hole of the door made into two holes just big enough for her to see out of. Gail was supposed to be the Wicked witch of the East who got killed by Dorothy's house. Frick and Frack were next. Both Dressed as the M&M's. Frick was the Red M&M and Frack was the Yellow M&M. Her eyes looked over Michael's body as well, even though she had already saw him earlier Michael still made the perfect Zorro. After her inspection of everyone Nikita finally burst out laughing, she just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"So Birky...you gonna sing me a song or what?" At Birkoffs evil glare Nikita took that for a no. "Nikita! This is not a laughing matter. We have a mission to go on...lets move." Operations glared at Nikita and his voice was steeled with anger. He was not a happy camper.

Trying to stifle her giggles, Nikita walked up to Madeline and took the feather duster that she held out to her. Finally being able to breath again, Nikita thanked Madeline and turned to apologies to Operations. "I'm sorry sir....its just that...well...I thought *my* costume was bad!" To hold in her laugher Nikita clamped her hand over her mouth and concentrated on holding it in.

"Nikita....a word of advice. Don't laugh...you just might pop out of that thing." Nikita's shocked eyes turned towards Operations and glared at the smug expression he had on his face. Before anything else could be said, Michael took Nikita by the arm and lead her into the van. The rest of the group followed them in and sat down, only to have all the males inside start staring at Nikita's legs when she sat--the skirt riding up even higher to expose the straps from her garter belt.

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Being so close to Nikita inside the small confines of the van, Michael found it increasingly hard to outline the mission profile instead of looking at Nikita. His eyes traveled the length of her body before focusing on her eyes once more--determined to get through the profile. Handing her a PDA, Michael found his voice. "Aaron Collins and his wife Trisha are wealthy socialites, owning their own business in exports and imports with a variety of different countries. Or at least that's what it appears to be on the surface."

Nikita was having difficulties of her own. It was hard enough for her to sit and listen to boring mission profiles, but made it even harder when Michael's body was brushing up against her own in the cramped Section van, his accented voice meeting her ears, and the fact that he was dressed as Zorro was bringing some interesting day dreams to mind. Zoning out and letting the day dreams take over, a smile played across Nikita's face and she didn't hear a word Michael was saying.

"Nikita...Nikita are you listening?" Michael lightly touched her arm, making Nikita jump back into reality and out of the wonderful world of the imagination. "Huh? Oh, yea I'm listening."

Knowing she hadn't, Michael repeated himself. "Mr. and Mrs. Collins have been selling biological weapons to Iraq. They are selling a shipment soon and tonight at the party we need to find out when. Using their main computer in the office, Birkoff will find the files and download them to Section. It will be our job to escort him there and make sure no one gets suspicious."

As the van pulled to a stop, Nikita met Michael's eyes and then traveled downward. Her gaze stopped when Nikita saw what Michael was trying so hard to hide throughout the whole trip. His desire for her evident through his tight black clothes, the one reaction he could not control. "Hey Zorro, better be careful getting out of the van, don't want your sword to hit anything." Michael looked away from Nikita's smiling face to pull his cape tighter around him like a coat, swearing that he would get her back for that comment. Taking the PDA with her, Operations opened the door and all got out--silently transferring to the Limo that would take them the final 2 miles to the Collins house. The trip was made in silence as Nikita studied the information. All were to be paired up as couples, some family, and some family friends. Operations and Madeline were the mother and father, Walter and Belinda the loving Uncle and Aunt, Nikita and Birkoff were the children. Birkoff bringing his girlfriend, and Nikita brining her husband. Frick and Frack were the family friends who met during a ski trip in the Colorado Rockies.

As the Limo pulled up to the front of the house and the chauffeur opened their doors, the sound of music hit their ears immediately. The Collins had decorated their house perfectly for Halloween. Jack-o-lanterns lead up the steps to the front door, headstones stood out in the yard, ghosts hung from the second story windows, and a scare crow hung from a tree. Upon entering the house, artificial cobwebs hung around the ceiling and doors, more Jack-o-Lantern's greeted them with their twisted faces shining throughout the darkness, leading them down the hall and into the ballroom where more than 50 guests already stood dancing around the room and drinking Champaign.

Nikita had never seen anything like it before and her happiness was clearly visible for all to see. Hand in hand, Michael lead Nikita farther into the room and watched as her face lit up. As the Monster Mash started to play, Nikita grabbed Michael's other hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor. Her hips already swaying seductively to the beat of the music as she lead him farther onto the floor. Even if Michael had not wanted to dance, he would have given in anyways. Nikita's body brushed his as she danced, enticing him to join in and enjoy the moment.

I was working in the lab, late one night. When my eyes beheld a eerie sight, for my monster from the slab began to rise and suddenly to my surprise. He did the mash..... He did the monster mash... you do the mash...the monster mash...

Walter soon followed and brought Belinda out, Frick and Frack stood in the back of the room discussing torture techniques and how they could use this song to their advantage in interrogations, Birky sat with Gail who was unfortunately unable to dance--being as big as a house she would have taken up to much room and dancing would have been difficult.

From my laboratory in the castle east, to the master bedroom, where the vampires feast. The ghouls all came from their humble abode, to get a jolt from my electrodes. They did the mash...... They did the monster mash.... you do the mash....the monster mash As Operations grabbed a glass of Champaign for Madeline and himself, clearly content to sit and watch everyone else dance--Madeline had other idea's. Taking her glass and his, she set them down on the nearest table and grabbed his hand. "May I have this dance?" There was a twinkle in her eyes that Operations didn't like.

The Zombies were having fun, the party had just begun. The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his Son. The scene was rocking, all were digging sounds Igor on chains, backed by his babe hounds. The coffin baggers, were about to arrive with their vocal group, The "Crypt Kicker Five." They played the Mash...... they played the monster mash... you do the mash....the monster mash...

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"To this? Not in this lifetime! Besides...I don't see Frick and Frack dancing." Crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at Madeline, his eyes silently challenged her, as if saying 'make me'.

Not one to turn down a challenge, Madeline leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Frick and Frack are not dancing because they don't have to. YOU do."

"Really? I don't think I do. Unless you want me to show everyone the tape George sent of you and 'the Spice Girls'."

Madeline betrayed no emotion or surprise to his threat and countered with one of her own. "If you do...then I will be forced to tell everyone about the time in Seattle when you mistook a basket ball player as one of our contacts, who happened to be a woman."

"How was *I* supposed to know that *she* was a *he*. All those sports players are weirdo's anyways. And you wouldn't tell." Operations was hoping it wouldn't have to come to that. The Operations before him had chewed him out big time in front of everyone because of that mistake--and it continued to haunt him because Madeline had a mind like an Elephant--she never forgets *anything*.

"I would. Now will you dance with me or not?" Knowing Madeline would go through with her threat, Operations reluctantly gave her his hand and let her lead him towards the others.

Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring. Seems he was troubled by just one thing. He opened the lid and shook his fist, and said, "What ever happened to the Transylvania Twist?" It's now the Mash.....The monster mash..... you do the mash....the monster mash....

Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band, and my Monster Mash is the hit of the land. For the living, this mash was meant too. When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you! Then you can Mash....... Then you can Monster Mash.... you do the mash.....the monster mash....

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After dancing to a few more halloween songs, Michael and Nikita made their way over to Birkoff, quickly and quietly escorting him up the stairs and into the office. Not wasting any time, Birkoff hacked into the encrypted files and downloaded them to Section One. Covering his tracks, making sure no one knew the computer had even been turned on, the costume clad computer genius exited the office to join Michael and Nikita on their way to once again join the party.

By the time the three met back up with the rest of their group, the music had died down and the games had begun.

Standing beside Gail, Birkoff locked eyes with Operations. "Mission accomplished sir. What do you want us to do now? Go back to the van?" Birkoff received no answer from Operations as he stood smoking his cigarette. It was instead Madeline who answered his questions with one of her Mona Lisa smiles--signaling that something was up.

"No, it wouldn't look good if we came for only half an hour and then left. We will stay for a few more hours so you might as well go have some fun--play some games." Madeline watched the surprised expressions of those around her. All thinking the same thing--Madeline is actually ordering us to have fun? What kind of a mission is this?

Walter was first to recover and find his voice--always quick to joke with Nikita--the seasoned Section operative nudged her with his elbow. "Why don't you go bobbing for apples Sugar? I'll watch."

"Walter....if I bend over to bob for apples...I'm sure the apples wont be the only thing you will be watching." Nikita thought about how short her costume was and decided bobbing for apples was *deffinitly* out of the question.

Tickling Walter's face with her feather duster briefly, Nikita took Michael's hand and let him lead her into the game area. Splitting up into two groups, Birky and Gail followed Nikita and Michael--while the oldest of the group decided to stick together--Operations, Madeline, Walter, Belinda, Frick and Frack making up the other group.

Scanning the area, Michael lead his group over to the body part section--where a group of guess the body part was being played. The couples sectioned off--Gail blindfolded Birkoff and Michael blindfolded Nikita--one holding out a piece of food and the other one guessing what it was supposed to be compared with the body.

Gail quickly picked up a handful of pumpkin guts and placed it into Birkoffs hands. "Ok, tell me what you think it is?"

Watching Birkoff's face twist in disgust, he carefully swished his fingers through it. "Oh my god...what *is* this?!? If I didn't know better I would say I was holding diarrhea. Ugh!" Trying to find Gail's hands to give it back but finding her out of reach Birkoff shuddered just thinking about the possibilities.

"Come on! What do you think it is?" Staying just out of reach, Gail's smile grew wider just watching him squirm. "I don't know...somebody's brain I guess."

Michael's eyes wandered over the many items of food lying on the nearby table. Finding the one he wanted, Michael picked up a banana and peeled it--carefully placing it in Nikita's hands--her lips curving into a mischievous smile. Remembering Michael's earlier reaction to being so close to her in the van, Nikita decided to have a little fun. Holding the banana in one hand, the fingers of the other lightly traced the tip of the banana--slowly letting her fingers glide up one side and down the other --all the while knowing she had Michael's full attention--his eyes glued to the banana in Nikita's skillful hands. "Hmmmm....wonder what this could be."

Flickering her tongue out and slowly licking her lips, Nikita had Michael mesmerized and under her spell. Finally registering the fact that Nikita had spoken, Michael answered her and wanted more than ever to get Nikita back for earlier. "I think you know exactly what its supposed to be."

Gently taking Michael's hand and giving back the banana, Nikita's hand lingered on his longer than necessary. "Really? I'm not sure I've figured it out quite yet. I think you might have to show me what it is later."

Birky and Gail both turned their heads towards Michael and Nikita after hearing the direction their conversation was going in--wicked and knowing smiles on both their faces. Someone's getting a little *too* much enjoyment out of these games, Birky thought to himself.

After replacing the banana to the table, both couples switched blindfolds and the game continued.

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While the four youngest operatives were in one of the many rooms playing the body game--Operations, Maddy, Walter, Belinda, Frick, and Frack made their way through the large ball room to where the other wealthy socialites were bobbing for apples.

Standing in line, Walter patted Operations on the back. "Hope your teeth can handle this game old man. Wouldn't want your dentures to fall out." Turning back to Belinda, Walter missed Operations glare.

"Old Man? If I am not mistaken--you are older than I am. We'll just see who's teeth can keep up." Turning so the two eldest Section operatives were face to face, toe to toe, Walter met Operations eyes with a glare of his own. Starring each other down, Walter's eyes issued a challenge. "You willing to put your money where your mouth is? Um...no pun intended of course."

"Fine. A hundred says that I can get an apple before you can."

"A hundred? Small time. Make it a thousand and your on."

"Deal." Both turned back to their *dates* and were both determined to win. A primal glint entered the eyes of Sections senior citizens.

Turning to Belinda, Walter laced his hand into hers. "Gonna give me a kiss for good luck?" Gratefully obeying--Belinda--who was now eye level with Walter because of his shoes added height--placed a tender, sensuous kiss onto Walter's parted lips. The kiss giving him all the confidence he needed.

Operations had his own way of winning. While Walter got kisses from the ladies to give him luck, Operations turned to Madeline with puppy dog eyes to ask for his own good luck charm. "May I finger your waddle?"

Madeline was expecting to give Operations a kiss, but his words shocked her. "May you finger my what?!?" Her eyes growing wide, Madeline looked on in disbelief. She had no idea what a waddle was--part of her was curious and the other part wasn't sure if she should have even asked.

"Your waddle. Its the flap of skin underneath the neck. Some people find it sexually amusing to finger a woman's waddle...others find it amusing some other way. I take it you find waddles sexy too?" Operations looked at the man standing before him who had answered Madelines question. He was a sandy haired man dressed in a devil costume, patiently waiting for one or the other to reply. "Oh...I'm Richard Fish, of Cage/Fish and Associates." Extending his hand Operations firmly shook Richard's hand.

"Oh, yes...um, fingering a waddle gives me good luck." Operations watched as the man named Richard Fish cast him a knowing glance and with a nod of his head, turned back around and begun to bob for apples.

"Waddle hmmm?" Madeline seemed to be considering his offer very seriously--no doubt filing this fact into her mental filing cabinet to use at a later date--before slowly extending her chin outward and towards Operations. Taking his hand and running his finger up and down Madelines waddle, a smile of content lit up Operations face.

By the time he was done fingering her waddle, Operations and Walter were at the head of the line. Before letting them bob for apples Fish turned to give operations one last parting shot before going to the next area-- "Felt good didn't it. Fingering a waddle is the best good luck charm there is"--then Fish patted him on the back and slipped silently into the crowd and out of view.

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After the Body game, they made their way into another room surrounded in darkness--a game of night Marco Polo was about to start. As the four entered the room, they were joined my the remainder of their group after Walter had won the bet.

After minutes of arguing and threats, Operations was chosen to be it. The many other occupants inside the room began to run around, waiting for the mummy to call out. In a gravely voice, thick with emotion and disapproval, Operations called out. "Marco!"

At the same instant, 9 other voices could be heard dissolving into laughter. The sounds were coming from all around him and as he tried to go towards one, the giggles would drift into another direction. "All right, that's enough! Its NOT Funny!!!"

His plea's only made the operatives laugh harder--even Michael who in the dark was not afraid of anyone noticing his laugh among all the others--leaned up against the wall, trying to regain some control.

As the people surrounding them answered "Polo!!!", Michael could hear the sounds of Nikita's laughter drifting closer to him in the darkness. Moving to intercept her, Michael ran right into Nikita's bairly clad body and pulled her over against the wall. Placing his hand over her mouth, Nikita tried to hold back her laughter.

Finally sensing that Nikita had gotten over her giggle fest and was patiently leaning against his body--her back to his chest--waiting for Michael to remove his hand, Nikita turned around and stared at him as he placed his finger over her lips, gently silencing her before she could question him. His husky voice whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine and through out her entire body. "Wanna have some fun?"

Nikita's eyes widened as she leaned against him some more to whisper back into his ear, "Now?" Being so close to each other in the darkness, their eyes adjusted and Nikita could see the outline of a smile on Michael's lips as he shook his head, reddish brown curls swaying with the movement.

Letting his lips briefly brush against hers--Michael pulled back to finger a strand of her hair. "No, that comes later. I mean do you want to have some fun with Operations?"

The sounds of "Marco!!!" followed by "Polo!!" interrupted Nikita before she could reply, but Michael didn't need an answer from her, the evil and mischievous glint in her eyes was all the confirmation he needed. "Follow me, when we get close to him you will go behind Operations and I will stay in front. Poke at him from behind and when he turns around I will get him. Then meet me back here at the wall. Ready?"

Interlocking her slim fingers with his, Nikita nodded and allowed Michael to lead her towards Operations, both silently following Operations voice. "Marco...come on people...this is not funny...just stay where u are so I can find you!!"

When they were close enough, Nikita went around his back and grabbed her feather duster. Turning it around and using the handle, Nikita swiftly hit Operations in the butt with it, and stepped out of the way. The moment he had turned around to face his assailant, Michael took his sword and tapped him on the shoulder. Whipping around once again, Ops turned to find that his two attackers had disappeared into the darkened crowd running around him.

"all right...who ever POKED me in the butt is seriously going to get it when we get back!" Another burst of giggles could be heard around the room but the loudest came from the two that had been leaning against the wall--now on the floor holding their sides with tears coming from their eyes.

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The hours quickly passed, and by the end of the night even Operations was smiling--for he had been the one to break the pinata. Somewhere along the lines, Madeline had threatened him enough to make Operations enjoy the time that he could at the party. He did everything. The body game, told ghost stories, and even played pin the tail on the black cat.

Gail took off her house to play glow in the dark twister with Birkoff, Michael, Nikita, Frick and Frack. No one could see the other people in the dark but could feel them brushing up against one another as they switched positions to place their hands and feet on the appointed colors. Not knowing what circle was already taken by the others only made the game more difficult and the operatives quickely ended the game with only Gail standing. Birkoff had played fair, which had allowed Gail's success--but Nikit hadn't been so luck--Michael played dirty. Reaching over her body to place his hand on a circle that wasn't the most convenient for him, Michael had quickly made it impossible for Nikita to move without falling.

After their game was over, all met back at a table for refreshments before leaving. Sitting around the table, all talked of the fun they had while playing the halloween games. Something none had done in what seemed to be a lifetime. Most had chosen to drink fruit punch or champaine but Michael opted for milk. Sitting next to Michael, Birkoff wondered what he would look like with a milk mustashe. Before he could even think of what he was doing, Birkoff quickly tilted Michael's glass up as he took a sip. Milk spilled down his chin and made him almost spit it across the table where Madeline had been siting. Swallowing and buring holes into Birkoff with his eyes, Michael reached for a napkin while Walter's laugh could be heard across the room.

Before he could wipe his chin, Nikita stopped his hand with her own and locked sea green eyes with blue ones. Not caring who was sitting across the table, Nikita leaned in and began to lick the milk from off of his perfect chin. When all but one area was clean of the white liquid, Nikita took her finger and transfered it there. Holding it before him, Nikita's throaty, sensual voice drifted to Michael as he stared at her finger. "Lecher."

Obeying her command, Michael gently took Nikita's finger and placed it into his mouth, licking the milk from it.

"Uhm!" Operations cleared his throat and Michael let go of Nikita's hand. "I think its time to go...shall we." Pushing out his chair, Operations guided Madeline out of the house while the others followed.

Once inside the van, Nikita was still unable to give up her good mood and wanted to make this halloween moment last as long as she possibly could. As the van drove off, Nikita elbowed Birkoff and Walter, then whispered into their ears. After simutanious nodding of their heads Nikita began to sing.

Now sing we all,      It's Halloween. The night of fright has come! This time of year we wait. We hope he won't be late. The Great Pumpkin will come, The Great Pumpkin will come, The Great, the GREAT Pumpkin will come.

Birkoff and Walter soon joined in and prodded Michael to as well. All four were singing merrily inside the Section van--looking expectantly at Operations and Maddy.

He comes each year,      On Hallow's Eve. He's coming here tonight. Let's go into the pumpkin patch They'll put us in the booby hatch, But we will have such fun, But we will have such fun, But we, but we will have such fun.

Finally Operations and Maddy were singing as well and sounds of a halloween carol were heard as the black van of Section One drove down the streets of the city. All were smiling and would remember this night in place of the one before this that no one would ever remember--Georges Birthday presant to himself. But this was real, no brainwashing, only pure happiness as the operatives all let go of their self control for one night--one halloween night.

Now sing we all,
     It's Halloween.
The night of fright has come!
This time of year we wait.
We hope he won't be late.
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great Pumpkin will come,
The Great, the GREAT Pumpkin will come.

Written By Adriana

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