"Birkoff, we are ready to begin sequencing all the charges are set and in place. Everyone back to the van." Michael said as he started weaving through the crates in the warehouse careful to make sure it truly was abandoned.

"Michael, I have an anomaly. There is a heat source straight ahead outside the warehouse doors." Birkoff's voice never changed timber. He had matured over the last few years. It now took a lot to rattle him. "The team is already in the van, should I send one of them to back you up."

"No, one source?" Michael asked. Birkoff confirmed. "Only a slight risk. I'll check it out. Stand by." He carefully made his way to the door directly in front of him. Strange, how he no longer felt fear but a sense of curiosity at what he might find. There was little left in human nature that was surprising after 14 years as a cold op. The door was open slightly leaving enough room to peer out, he saw nothing. "Birkoff," Michael whispered, "There's no one here."

"I'm still getting a reading," a slight edge to his voice. Nikita's stomach contracted in fear. Minutes passed, Nikita's hand was on the door handle ready to retrieve Michael, regardless of the risk. Chuck right behind her. He would never admit it, but he liked Michael and respected him.

"Birkoff, I have found the anomaly and we are making our way to the van." Michael's accent was thicker than usual which did little to reassure those in the van. Who could cause Michael to have show any reaction? Nikita was convinced that on missions the man had ice water in his veins. In part, this was reassuring to know he would never panic, never lose control, yet she longed to see him lose control, to get angry, or frightened just to have proof that he was human and not a machine. She tightened her grip on her gun and waited.

It had taken Michael several minutes to adjust to the sight before him. A small baby in a car seat covered in a bright blue blanket blinked up at him. The baby had no reaction to the man towering over her in full combat gear, black head to toe and gripping an automatic weapon. Michael, on the other hand, was stunned to see a baby at his feet.

"Oh God," he thought "why couldn't it have been a bomb?" He knew what to do with a bomb, but a baby? Uh oh. It was smiling. He had to regain control. He reported in to Birkoff while trying to figure out what to do with this creature swaddled in a blanket and wearing a sleeper with little blue sheep. Michael slipped the strap of the gun on to his shoulder and slung it behind him. He gingerly kneeled down to get a closer look.

The baby gazed up at him through clear blue eyes. Smiling again, the baby thrust a fist at him and gurgled. The red lips contrasted with the creamy whiteness of her face. There was no hair to distract from those eyes suddenly serious the baby grabbed an auburn lock and proceeded to tug forcing Michael even closer. He closed his eyes at the irony that this tiny being was able to do what no one else had ever done. Brought him to his knees. He realized he was in serious trouble.

The ops in the van were getting restless and had opened the van door waiting for Michael to join them. Chuck saw the pair first, he stood with his mouth gaping wide.

"Uh, Birkoff. Nikita. You guys will never believe this." Chuck had recovered slightly and had started to grin. Damn, he wished he had told Birkoff to start taping. Nikita pushed past Chuck and stopped cold. Birkoff was panning the camera to bring Michael into view.

He didn't forget to hit the record button.

The man known to terrorists world wide as the Angel of Death was walking towards them with a baby carrier in his arms. Michael had carefully lifted it by the handle but was afraid the swinging was to much and now clutched the carrier to his chest as if it were a bomb that might explode. Birkoff was glad he would have it on video. Walter would never have believed this!

Michael couldn't believe it either. He pulled the carrier tighter to his chest terrified he might drop the baby or upset her somehow. Michael had decided from the sleeper and blue blanket it was a boy. Then he had seen the note.

"Please take care of my daughter." That was it. Michael thought he had witnessed every horror known to man, somehow this simple note tucked beneath the straps of the carrier had struck a chord within him. How could anyone do such a thing? Anyone could have found her. In fairness, the mother probably wouldn't have expected one of the best anti-terrorist operatives in the world to be the one to stumble across her, but still. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was to come. Nikita was already walking towards him, her long legs shortening the distance with every stride blonde hair streaming out behind her as she focused intently him. Chuck stayed further back unsure of how to deal with this situation, he was also trying to keep from laughing out loud at the picture Michael made. Birkoff adjusted buttons and punched in a few commands to zoom and tighten on Michael. He only had one shot at making sure this came out.

"Birkoff." Operations voice filled the van and Michael and Nikita stopped cold. Chuck sobered instantly at the voice. "Sir?" Birkoff responded, hoping his voice wasn't quivering, "Where the hell are you? We need closure on this situation." Operations' irritation at the delay was evident to everyone inside and outside. Michael was hesitant to detonate the charges with the baby so close and tried to think quickly.

"Sir, we had a problem with one of the devices. Michael has just returned and corrected the situation. We are leaving now." Birkoff spoke with a greater confidence than he felt. What were they going to do with the baby? Would that cause further delays? He couldn't think about that now. He knew Michael would think of something later. Birkoff hadn't lasted all these years in Section without learning how to be resourceful. Michael and Nikita had reached the van.

"Fine. I want those warehouses destroyed now and return to Section immediately." Birkoff took the comm unit out of his ear and tried to breathe normally. Thank God Operations had broken off communications before the crying started!

Nikita and Michael had remained frozen at the sound of Operations communication. The baby was another story. She must have realized they were in trouble because at the sound of his voice she had begun to cry. Nikita stared at Michael stricken. Michael acted without thought setting the carrier on the ground and unstrapped the baby, he was grateful the straps were less complicated than a parachute harness! He picked the baby up being careful to support the neck and head. His other hand went under the tiny bottom and lifted the little girl to his shoulder. He stroked her back and whispered to her in a softly accented voice. The effect was instantaneous. The baby quieted immediately and Nikita watched in fascination as Michael walked the baby's eyes would droop and immediately pop open again, this cycle continued until they reached the van. There they all watched in amazement as the baby wiggled closer into Michael's shoulder, oblivious to the world, the eyes stayed firmly shut and the tiny mouth was open and they could watch the rise and fall of the sheep covering the tiny back.

Michael stepped inside the van, still holding the infant. Chuck and Nikita followed quickly. "Go." He whispered frightened of waking the baby. The van moved away from the scene and Birkoff moved over to make room for Michael to sit. No one knew what to do. After a few minutes more passed putting a few miles between them and the warehouse Michael ordered the detonation. The blast could still be heard at this distance, everyone immediately focused on Michael to see if it had effected the baby. She remained quiet and quite content to be in Michael's arms. Nikita tried to hide her grin, after all who wouldn't feel safe snuggled up to him?

Nikita moved closer, "Can I hold it?" She hadn't seen the note and was unsure of whether it was a boy or a girl. Michael should have felt relief to relinquish her. Instead, he felt a reluctance to let her go. It wasn't often he got near such pure innocence. Michael carefully lowered the baby as Nikita scooted close to him. Birkoff was quiet and was starting to feel slightly squished into the corner. Chuck was content to watch by the door. He wasn't surprised to see such tenderness in Michael. He had his own suspicions about the Angel of Death.

He and Michael had come to Section around the same time. Although, they had very different reasons for being recruited. Michael had been a student and arrested for a bombing. Chuck knew Michael had been involved although he doubted he was the bomber. Chuck suspected he simply took the blame for someone else, maybe Michael felt it was the least he could do for a debt he didn't know how to repay. Chuck, on the other hand, had never been a criminal but a soldier. He showed a talent for covert operations and his psych profile revealed him especially suited to life in Section. He had no family and no qualms about killing when necessary. He simply disappeared one day from his unit. No one had asked any questions.

Startled, he was shaken from his thoughts by the piercing wail filling the van. The baby had awaken only moments after being transferred to Nikita. She was not happy. Nikita tried bouncing her and changed positions placing her on her shoulder as Michael had done. The cries increased. "Michael?" There was a note of panic in her voice. Nikita's experience with babies was limited. She certainly had never been this close to such an unhappy one.

"I'll take her as soon as I can get some of this gear off." Michael had stood and was peeling off the layers of gear. He put his gun under the bench and quickly shed his leather jacket that covered his kevlar vest and shoulder holsters. The vest and extra guns were removed but kept within reach, just in case. He now had on only the basic standard section issue T-shirt and black pants. He kept his thigh holster on and looked around the van for the carrier. He found it in Chuck's outstretched hand. "I picked it up when you were trying to keep her quiet." Michael grabbed the blanket and ignored the twitching of Chuck's mouth.

Nikita had had enough. "Michael. Now." Her voice huskier than usual and tinged with the strain of trying not to panic. Michael returned to his seat, aware of Birkoff's position, left more room for him to reach the computers. Nikita had the baby cradled in the crook of her arm Michael quickly positioned his hands and swiftly took control of the infant. Nikita raised one eyebrow in surprise at how easily Michael handled the baby. The baby quieted immediately but instead of falling back to sleep remained alert. The baby quiet once again and the mission successfully ended. Michael filled the group in on the note and finding the baby, leaving out his own shock.

"Michael do you think we should take her back to Section?" Birkoff asked quietly.

"Who do you think she's going to tell Birkoff," Chuck asked jokingly. "It's not as if she's going to give our position away to Red Cell."

Surprisingly it was Nikita who spoke, "Michael, could it be a trap? She may have a tracker hidden somewhere." Michael looked at her thoughtfully. Part of him was relieved to find that she had become more cautious, another mourned the loss of her ability to be open and trusting. "Birkoff, has Walter outfitted the van with the new detectors?"

"I think so. He mentioned something about it last week. Let me check. He rooted around in a cabinet behind him. He came up with a device that looked very much like a the detectors held by security guards at the airport. This one was especially designed to detect the undetectable. Michael carefully laid the baby on the table as Chuck and Nikita searched for signs of any treachery. Michael was relieved until Chuck pointed out they had a problem.

"We may not have trackers but we have a problem." Michael had held the baby up as the other Op patted her down (it was Birkoff's turn not to laugh at the three of them frisking a baby!). Michael tensed. "I think we need a diaper change."

Nikita grabbed for the carrier. It was empty. They didn't have time for delays but it was another two hours to Section. It also dawned on Michael that she would need to be fed. This realization hit them all at the same time. All eyes focused on Birkoff. He was the only who didn't look like a secret agent in his oversized sweatshirt and baggy jeans. He was also the only one with any money. After all they had gone to destroy warehouses not shop for pampers.

"Oh no!" Birkoff had his hands in the air and was shaking his head vigorously. He handed Nikita his wallet, "take whatever you want." The ops broke down into hysterics at his unwitting imitation of a mugging victim. "Birkoff, all you have to do is buy some diapers and formula." Nikita spoke exasperated.

After the third stop, Birkoff reappeared with the correct size diapers, formula, bottles, powder and everything else Michael thought they might need. Chuck figured out how to use some of the camping gear to sterilize the bottles while Nikita read the cans trying to figure out if she needed to add water to the formula. Birkoff was reading the instructions to Michael on how to change a diaper.

"But Michael, it says to pull the tabs before you put it under her." Michael, one of the best strategists, new better. "Birkoff, I'm telling you it's better this way." The baby seemed oblivious to all the effort being done on her behalf. Michael had begun to feel confident in his diapering abilities when the crying began. Gently at first and then banshee like wails once again filled the van. Chuck and Nikita were arguing over the temperature of the bottle when Michael grabbed it. He quickly squeezed a few drops on his wrist, he had watched many mothers over the years of surveillance, deciding the temperature was fine. He again picked up the baby and had begun to feed her when Operations voice boomed over the comm system.

"Damn it, Birkoff where are you? Let me talk to Michael." Michael froze at the request. Again, Birkoff came to the rescue. "Sir, visual is down. We have audio only."

Michael nervously watched as the baby continued to drink. "Yes." He spoke quietly.

"You should have been back at Section an hour ago. Time is a luxury we don't have here." Operations was sure he couldn't clench his jaws any tighter. The dentist had warned him about grinding his teeth. Michael's voice was as calm as ever, "We'll be there within the hour. We had an unexpected delay which will become obvious when we arrive." Michael broke off communications feeling Operations would be relieved to find the delay was a baby and not a complication at the warehouse.

The tension in the van rose as they neared Section. Operations reactions tended to be unpredictable at best. Birkoff was convinced they were all going to be canceled. Nikita worried that the baby might be canceled. Chuck was practicing the blank stare perfected by Michael. He worried he would openly laugh at the expression on Operations face when he found out the cause of the "delay". Only Michael remained calm and seemed to be totally relaxed. In fact, Chuck looked closer, "I'll be damned," he whispered. The baby had rooted into Michael's shoulder and was sound asleep. Michael's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back resting on the back of the bench. Unbelievable, that man was not afraid of anything!

The moment was shattered by their arrival at Section. No one knew who should wake Michael. His reactions to being roused from sleep could be hazardous. Finally, a smile broke over his face, "No one willing to risk it?" he opened his eyes and met Chuck's twinkling ones. Chuck grinned. It only took one broken nose to make you extremely careful. Nikita rose and gathered up Michael's gear, slinging the gun over her shoulder and draping the jacket across her arm, she took several deep breaths before heading for the door. Michael followed her with the baby still sleeping on his shoulder covered by the blanket. Chuck had grabbed the carrier and gave Birkoff's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before following them out. Birkoff was the last to go he made sure to transfer the video to his computer so he could show it to Walter later.

Operations saw Nikita and the extra gear first, he immediately tensed. He assumed Michael must have been injured by the look on Nikita's face and the fact that she was carrying Michael's equipment. Years of expecting the unexpected had not prepared him for what he was witnessing before him. Nikita stepped aside allowing Michael to report to Operations. Operations blinked trying to adjust to what he saw. Michael was whispering softly into a blanket on his shoulder that appeared to be wiggling, Chuck holding a baby carrier was on Michael's right and Nikita stood defiant now on his left. Birkoff peeked over Nikita's shoulder trying to see how bad it was. He was holding a shopping bag filled with diapers, bottles, etc. in one hand and his laptop in another. Operations didn't know what the hell was going on but he wanted some answers now.

"Michael, my office immediately." He turned quickly before they could see the shock register on his face. His was trying to take Madeline's advice and remain calm no matter the situation. This group was enough to test that resolve to the breaking point.

Michael's calm was purely superficial. He worried Operations would over react, this new calm Operations worried him. Thank God he hadn't smiled! Michael also knew that continuing to carry the baby through Section with him would be a mistake and would only irritate Operations further. He turned to survey those who stood before him. Nikita would have been an excellent choice except she was nervous, the baby understood that and responded to her emotions with tears. Chuck? Michael raised his eyebrows in question. Chuck immediately put his hands in the air, unwittingly imitating Birkoff's earlier behavior, "I have to debrief and check my gear in with Walter," he started walking quickly towards the armory, forgetting he had the carrier in his hand.

"Michael, I'll try to hold her again," Nikita offered nervously. Birkoff stood still terrified they might notice him. Michael gently handed the sleeping form over whispering softly, words only she could hear. Nikita settled the baby on her shoulder as Michael had done and tucked the blanket around her.

"Birkoff, I think she likes you so if she starts to cry I want you to take her. Try talking to her." Birkoff gulped but nodded too scared to ask what he should talk about.

He still wasn't convinced they weren't headed straight for cancellation---forget abeyance! Michael was nervous, but his face remained calm. He tried to relax and looked at the pair in front of him and tried to look reassuring.

His features settled into his usual blank stare as the trio headed towards the heart of Section. Michael headed up the stairs to Operations' office while Nikita and Birkoff moved to Birkoff's usual position in Systems. Birkoff fell into his chair more relaxed and composed when surrounded by the computer systems of Section, they were after all his babies. Nikita walked around the area, never moving to far away from Birkoff, she spoke soothingly of nonsensical things and gently patted the baby's back hoping she would remain quiet. Nikita was so engrossed in keeping her motions even she missed the scene in Walter's area. Apparently, Walter was a little curious about the carrier Chuck was carrying. While Chuck filled him in Birkoff fed him the video.

Laughter. A sound rarely heard in Section seemed to fill every corner. Nikita was whispering, "ssshh, it's okay. I promise...please don't cry," over and over. While thinking of ways to torture Chuck and Walter, slowly and painfully. The laughter grew louder until Nikita was sure the baby would begin to cry in protest at being awakened. The baby stirred but remained silent. Nikita spoke to her quietly, "Michael will be right back. I promise he'll even sing to you if you just stay quiet for a little while longer." She tried to cajole her with promises even as Chuck joined Walter in watching the tape, a second voice joined in the laughter, it was even better the second time.

"You should have seen her face when Michael first came towards us...." Chuck provided commentary for the video. They headed towards Nikita and Birkoff, Walter wanting to see who could have captured the most elusive man in Section. Michael rarely showed emotion for anyone. Walter had seen his face on the video. He always suspected Michael had a heart in there somewhere. He just never expected it to emerge like this, a baby of all things.

"He held her the entire trip?" Walter asked again, as they moved closer. He was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "Hey Sugar, I hear you had to read the instructions to boil water!" Walter grinned at her good-naturedly.

Nikita's back was to him so he, nor Chuck, could see her expression. Michael had taught her well. Birkoff's momentary relaxation was gone. Nikita turned, "Birkoff, hand me my gun."

Michael would have felt more comfortable with his gun also, not that Section recognized justifiable homicide as a defense, but still he was more comfortable when he was armed.

Operations veneer of calm had disappeared and now his emotions showed clearly. He was angry. Very angry. "I'm sure you have a reasonable explanation for this." His jaw was tightly clenched again as he nodded in the direction of Nikita and the child. Michael remained calm and kept his expression blank. He was familiar with this side of Operations and had learned how to approach him.

"She was abandoned outside the warehouse. We couldn't have the police sifting through rubble and find a body." His stomach contracted at the thought of how close they had come to creating that scenario. Thank God he wouldn't have to carry the responsibility of another innocent deemed "acceptable collateral", at least not today.

"Once she was discovered it would have been difficult to find someone to take a baby with no explanations, especially when dressed in full combat gear." Michael spoke quietly, but firmly. He had decided what to do with the baby shortly after she was discovered. Now he must bide for time and try to keep Operations from lashing out in anger. Nikita was usually the focus of Operations anger, deserved or not. This time Michael made it clear that he, and he alone, bore the responsibility for this situation.

"I found her and brought her back with me. The others had no knowledge of the situation and acted under my orders. Long ago you offered me another chance at life and an opportunity to protect the innocent. This baby is the epitome of innocence. I have done things that I will never be able to atone for and have done so without question for the good of the Section, I refused to leave a helpless infant strapped into a car seat and be destroyed by a bomb I detonated." Michael spoke with a passion he had believed gone, destroyed when he was young and could still afford to be idealistic.

Operations did not speak. He looked at the man standing before him. Michael continued to meet his gaze and did not look away under the scrutiny. Operations also remembered the day Michael was brought into Section. Madeline had given him the usual speech and showed the usual photos of the grave. Operations had watched on the monitor as the young man listened to her while she carefully explained what would be expected of him, as well as the fate that awaited those who disappointed them. "We are offering you another chance at life providing you with an opportunity to help society. If you fail...." she had let the photos fall beside him and started for the door allowing the weight of her words to hang in the air.

"I will not fail." Michael spoke. Madeline turned in surprise to look at the young man before her. Cool green eyes meeting hers. "I will not fail," he repeated.

"We'll see," Madeline replied coolly. Operations knew then that Michael was unusual and would do well in Section. Operations understood that he was feared by almost all of Section, even Walter treated him warily, but Michael had always been fearless. Operations returned to the present and felt pride at the man standing before him.

Michael understood what many didn't, Operations' actions could be ruthless, but they were almost always necessary to protect innocents. Michael and Operations were both men of honor and understood that life held few choices for such men.

Operations smiled. Michael felt his stomach drop, but he kept his eyes steady. He would do whatever it took to protect this baby. No matter what the cost. He couldn't add this soul to the list of others the "Angel of Darkness" had claimed. Operations put his arm around Michael's shoulders, "I think I should meet this remarkable child." Operations took great pleasure in watching the shock register on Michael's face.

Birkoff was still contemplating whether to actually give her the gun when the point became moot. The cries started softly at first, but gradually increased in volume. Nikita tried everything to soothe her, she cajoled, she sang, she pointed up at Operations' office so the baby could see Michael. Nothing worked. Walter and Chuck were contrite and tried to help by singing to the baby. Walter only knew Motown tunes while Chuck, a big fan of 80's music, was trying desperately to remember the words to a song--any song!

Nikita was desperate, "here." She handed the little girl to Birkoff who had remained seated at his terminal watching in amazement the group before him. He had never heard anything as horrible as Walter trying to sing before in his life. He cradled the baby that Nikita had practically dropped in his lap. "Hold her while I find another bottle.

Chuck we made more than one right?" Grateful she seemed to have forgotten about her gun, Chuck helped her search through the supplies in the bag.

"Nikita, I don't know what to do with her," Birkoff cried.

"Try talking to her like Michael suggested," Nikita said as she again read the instructions on the formula can.

"I don't know what to say to her," he was mystified. What did one say to a baby? Michael had been practically whispering in the van and Birkoff couldn't hear what he was saying. Nikita had attempted bribes about Michael singing, he was still trying to figure out a way to get that on tape. "Anything, Birkoff. She won't understand it anyway."

He took a deep breath and began to explain the computer system of Section to her. "I use this one to monitor all operations that are currently active," he explained. "Right now we have missions in South Africa, Brazil, and New York."

Walter tried to apologize again, "Honestly Sugar, I was only kidding. I didn't mean to startle the baby." He tried another tactic, "Well, you guys obviously have this situation under control..." Birkoff glared at him, never stopping in his discussion on the Section main frame. Chuck glared at him as he tried to find a sterilized bottle. The most worrisome, however, was Nikita's smile and comment, "It's fine Walter. You can explain this to Michael."

"Explain what to me?" Michael asked stepping into the area. In the commotion no one had noticed him, nor had they noticed that the crying had stopped.

Walter was forced to tell Michael what happened, he was quick to implicate Chuck and Birkoff as well. Birkoff continued to work on systems with the baby comfortably settled on his lap nestled into the crook of his arm. Somehow, he managed to type with one hand. He enjoyed holding her now that Michael was there to make sure nothing went wrong. Birkoff was also pleasantly surprised to find that the women of Section seemed to find him more appealing with a baby on his lap. He already had a date for tomorrow night with the new programmer. He hoped she would be wearing that purple leather miniskirt. Chuck had quickly disappeared at the mention of his commentary on the video.

Nikita had waited to make sure Walter explained everything before allowing him to leave.

Michael had merely raised an eyebrow at the mention of the videotape. Birkoff was especially grateful to be holding the baby, that should prevent Michael from taking any immediate retribution. Finally, Nikita was satisfied that Michael understood that they had done their best, she felt she needed to redeem herself from her earlier panic.

"I appreciate your help." Michael spoke softly. She smiled and briefly put her hand on his shoulder. She was tempted to do more but she restrained herself, even now he wasn't any more approachable. She headed towards Walter's workshop. She turned back to Michael, "By the way, I hope you know how to sing." At Michael's puzzled expression she said, "I promised her you would." She grinned and strolled away.

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Michael had stayed in the communications area to add the updated information on the day's mission instead of heading to his office. The baby was comfortable with Birkoff. She was also quiet and he didn't want to risk disturbing her for a little while longer.

Michael was fascinated with how Birkoff continued to explain every detail of his activities to the child. Even more astonishing, she listened!

"Michael, I think we have a problem." Birkoff's voice had a notable edge. Michael moved to stand behind him to get a closer look at the screen. "No, a problem with her." He tilted his head and nodded towards the baby. She looked up at him her eyes huge and smiled. Birkoff looked around, Michael thought he might have been blushing, "I think she may need to be changed again," he whispered.

Michael decide now might be an excellent opportunity to pay Birkoff back for the video. "I fail to see how we have a problem. After all, you read the instructions on how to change a diaper and she is sitting in your lap." Michael was enjoying the look of horror that spread across Birkoff's face as he continued, "Just make sure to use the powder." He turned and headed back to his seat.

"but...Michael...I," Birkoff stammered, "I know I read them, but I didn't know there would be a test later!" He looked at the baby and back at Michael several times.

"Seriously, I can't leave my station right now. We have missions that I need to be monitoring and..." He stopped when he noticed the shaking of Michael's shoulders.

Quickly looking around, he was disappointed to see that he was the only one watching. No one would ever believe him if he told them he had witnessed Michael laughing. Birkoff was a little astonished himself.

"It's okay. I'll do it." Michael walked back to Birkoff to retrieve the baby. He picked her up and settled her onto his shoulder again. "Do you know where the diapers are?" Birkoff took one from the shopping bag sitting near his feet. Michael looked around for a spot to change her. "Could this day get anymore bizarre," Michael wondered to himself. Amazingly, it could.

"May I suggest my office?" Madeline spoke softly. Michael turned to face her. 'Someone needs to put a bell around that woman's neck' he thought darkly. He saw that she was not alone. Operations stood behind her. "In fact, we'll take her. You should probably change into something more appropriate." He realized he was still in his combat gear and while he longed for a shower and his usual black attire, he was unnerved at the idea of leaving a child alone with Madeline and Operations.

He saw few options. "Of course." He said calmly, he looked at them curious to see who would be the one to take her. Operations stepped forward and they awkwardly transferred the infant from Michael's shoulder to Operations' arms.

They watched as Michael walked to his office, "I helped you distract him. What the hell do you want to do now?" Madeline asked as Michael firmly shut his door.

"You couldn't have waited until after he changed her?" Operations asked. Again his teeth were clenched. He had wanted to see the child, but he had been thinking in terms of the abstract. He held the reality firmly in his arms. Birkoff was walking towards them.

"Michael forgot this," he handed Madeline the powder and walked away quickly.

"What do you suppose this is for?" Madeline asked Operations as they walked towards her office. He had an idea and hoped Michael was changing clothes quickly.

Michael sat down at his desk and pulled up a file. He reread the contents as he had a thousand times before. Now it was time to plan. First he had to rescue the baby from Madeline. He stood pulling off his shirt when he heard the screams. Smiling he walked to the closet, or maybe he had to rescue them from her.

Madeline was punching in her code as quickly as possible. She didn't want the Section Operatives to see that the two people who ran this agency couldn't handle a small child. They stepped into her office and stared at one another blankly. They only had the diaper, at least Birkoff had read the instructions.

Operations slammed down the phone, "Christopher refuses to leave the kitchen.

He actually told me he would rather be canceled." Apparently, the crying could be heard throughout Section. "I'm sure we can handle this situation ourselves." He said tightly as he transferred the baby to his other arm, not ungently.

Madeline took a deep breath and smiled enigmatically, Operations hated that smile.

"Fine." She clasped her hands in front of her again. "How do you suggest we begin?" She unwrapped the blanket from the baby as Operations held her squirming in his arms, thank God she had stopped screaming and was merely whimpering. Madeline folded the blanket until it formed a thick cushion. Operations laid the baby on the blanket.

They glanced at each other both stepping forward to contemplate what the buttons on the legs of the sleeper were for.

It was Madeline and her years of experience with wardrobe, and more exotic devices, that finally understood that the clothing didn't have to be completely removed.

Once that was accomplished it was left to Operations to remove the offending article while Madeline called housekeeping for disposal, "My office immediately." She hung up and allowed herself a satisfied smile. Now she understood the necessity of the powder.

Michael had changed into more suitable clothing. He chose a black v-neck pullover sweater, instead of a jacket, the soft sweater would be much more comfortable when trying to hold an infant and get some paperwork done. He had no intention of turning her over to anyone or letting her spend any more time alone with Operations and Madeline than was absolutely necessary. Michael picked up the phone, "I'm going to need you to do me a favor."

Michael punched in the code to Madeline's office. He stood in the doorway and took in the sight before him. Operations was seated in a chair across from Madeline's desk, Madeline was standing near her bonsai plants and barely acknowledged him. He was curious as to how every spot in the room was covered in baby powder, except for the baby. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know. The baby was siting in her carrier on Madeline's desk in front of Operations. Madeline must have arranged for it to be brought in. He stepped forward and hoped they would give him enough time. His plan would require only a day or two. That was a lifetime in Section.

Operations had discussed his decision with Madeline. She didn't like it, but he had left her little choice. He had allowed her more and more power within Section backing up her decisions, often when he disagreed. Madeline was surprised when Operations told her Michael would be allowed to deal with this situation himself. "In any manner he saw fit," to be precise. Madeline wondered at this and had objected that while Michael was an excellent leader, these decisions were not his to make. She had serious reservations about the child even being inside Section. Operations had smiled, "This is not your decision to make either." His voice was gentle but firm. She conceded. "Fine."

Michael stepped further into the room before Operations or Madeline could acknowledge him the baby squealed in delight when he stepped into her line of vision.

"She's obviously happy to see you," Operations said with a huge grin on his face. Even Madeline's lips had curved upward before she could regain control over her features.

Michael stepped forward and lifted the baby to his chest positioning her so she was facing outward her back resting against him.

Amazingly, he didn't mind holding her or showing affection. Unlike Nikita, Michael did not usually display affection, physical or otherwise. It was easier, somehow, to display emotion with a baby, this baby. He found it easy to love her. She had made him believe in miracles again.

Operations had sent a small cradle and other items that were necessary for a brief stay in Section. He had come in a few hours after Michael had left Madeline's office. Michael had just returned from having the baby thoroughly examined in Medical and had just gotten her to sleep when Operations entered, "I hope you have everything you need."

"Yes. Thank you." Michael waited knowing there was more to come.

Michael had placed the cradle to the left of his desk so he could watch her while he worked. It had been a long day. Nikita had been by several times to bring him coffee or to baby-sit when he had to step away from the office. Walter and Chuck had also found reasons to come by. Birkoff had even stopped in "to check to make sure you're not having any trouble with the new equipment." He hoped she would sleep a little longer so he could rest for a few hours. He returned his gaze to Operations who was watching the still form sleeping.

"Michael was right." Operations thought. Innocence personified lay before him and he was moved by it. She lay on her stomach in a simple white T-shirt covered with a soft white blanket. He allowed himself the pleasure of touching her cheek feeling the smooth skin that was new to this world. He hoped that somehow the sacrifices made by those who worked for him would make it a better world for her. He wondered if she would ever know how she had changed the man who stood guard over her now. He smiled. She had chosen the best. He looked at that man now, "I have spoken with Madeline," Operations noted the tightening of Michael's mouth, but he remained silent. "I told her you would be allowed to make all the arrangements for the child. You will have no resistance from us." He smiled down at the baby and quickly looked back to Michael. "She really is beautiful." He turned and walked out of the office gently closing the door behind him. Michael sat stunned.

He woke up a few hours later in his private quarters. The sound of gentle cries roused him instantly. Nikita had mixed up several bottles for him before she left, "it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." Michael's quarters in Section were better equipped than most. He had lived in Section for a while and had made them bearable. He had a small kitchen area with a stove and a refrigerator. Michael did not consider himself to be a gourmet, but he and Christopher had exchanged a few recipes. He put the bottle in a small saucepan and left it to warm gently. He headed back to his bedroom and gently lifted the baby out of the cradle.

He whispered to her softly, "I only know a few songs, but she did promise you."

He positioned her on his shoulder and began to quietly sing while pacing around the dimly lit room. He moved fluidly and gracefully lulling the baby with his body and his voice. He made his way to the kitchen and checked on the bottle. He took it back to the bedroom. Michael sat on the bed and rested his back against the headboard. He stretched out his legs cradling the baby against his bare chest. She drank only a small amount before falling back to sleep. He watched her mesmerized as she had fought against sleep eyes popping open then drooping shut. She was overcome only a few minutes later. Michael also gave into sleep.

Nikita knocked gently on the door. There was no response. She punched in the code Operations had given her and walked into the room. She found a space slightly smaller than her apartment, with a small kitchen to her right. Pots hung from the ceiling and bottles of various colors were lined behind the stove. She walked towards the door on the other side of the room. Bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling and an oriental rug covered the floor. The room had a soft glow from small lamps positioned throughout. An overstuffed leather couch divided this room from the kitchen she ran her hand over the leather and continued walking. She peeked through the door and found a small room painted white and filled with a huge four poster bed. At the foot of the bed a goose down comforter lay neatly folded in thirds. In the center of the bed she found Michael clad only in black silk pajama bottoms on his bare chest rested the baby sound asleep. Soft auburn waves covered both their faces.

Tears sprang into her eyes at the picture in front of her. She had only imagined this Michael. She had dreamed of him holding their child. She wanted to cry at the life he would never be allowed to have. She had always assumed he was content with his life in Section. She had seen him be brutal and ruthless. He was manipulative and calculating, but she had judged him unfairly. The man who lay before her now was easily all of those things, but he was also more. Much more.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked to the side of the bed. "Michael." She spoke softly. She gently pushed the hair away from his face and ran her hand over the baby's head and down her back letting it rest there. He opened his eyes and squinted up at her. He slowly lifted his head and raised one hand to rub his neck. He smiled at her, "We stayed up late singing." Nikita thought her heart would break, instead she returned his smile.

"Must have worn her out." She rubbed her hand on the baby's back lifting her off Michael's chest and snuggling her close to her. She knew that for a moment Michael was letting her see what he might have become had things been different, who he still was somewhere hidden beneath duty and obligation. Nikita hugged the baby closer needing to be connected to the one being that had reached far enough to touch Michael's soul. "I can watch her if you want to take a shower."

He stood and stretched. "In a few minutes, I need to talk to you first." Michael dreaded it but he had no other choice. He told her about his plan for the baby and what he would need her to do.

Nikita listened quietly without interruptions, "Of course, I'll help. Does Operations know?" She asked concerned for his well-being, not her own.

"He doesn't know the specifics. He has agreed to let me handle this in my own way. Birkoff should be finished with all the documentation by now. We can get started as soon as I find someone to watch her."

Nikita's grinned, "Do you think Uncle Walter has plans for the day?" She almost dropped the baby when she heard Michael laugh. Truly laugh. They sat silently for a few moments longer. "I think we have time for you to take that shower. I'll watch her."

Michael nodded and rose. "Thank you." He said formally and walked into the other room.

"Yes?" Michael asked when Birkoff paged him. "Operations needs to see you in his office in 10 minutes." Birkoff answered. "Fine." He looked over at the baby in her carrier. Nikita had been called away to test out some new equipment for Walter and Birkoff, personnel was low at the moment, so she had little choice in the matter. Michael didn't mind. He had thought he would catch up on his paperwork, go over some mission profiles and finalize his arrangements for the baby. He found himself in the unenviable position of many parents, finding a baby-sitter with little notice.

He saw Chuck walk by his office window. He shamelessly flirted with one of the new doctors in Medical. Amazingly, she laughed. Michael grinned and picked up the phone. "Birkoff, Chuck is heading to Medical. Tell him I need him to report to my office immediately."

Chuck walked into Michael's office to find himself drafted into baby-sitting duty and a set of written instructions were handed to him when he sat down. He tried to protest, but it had little effect on Michael who continued to explain the fine art of how to hold the bottle without getting air into the baby's stomach. "...as I was saying, if you tilt it at this angle..." Chuck phased him out again. "...so unless you have any questions I think I've covered everything." Michael said.

"Michael," Birkoff's voice filled the room, "you were supposed to be there five minutes ago." He said impatiently. "I'm on my way." He walked to the baby, she was wearing a T-shirt the color of sunshine with corduroy overalls in a shade of red Michael couldn't identify. Her socks were yellow with tiny red bows on them. He grinned again, knowing Chuck wouldn't see the smile. He whispered softly to the baby, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Be gentle with him, he's one of the better Operatives we have," he smiled serenely. Only Nikita could have put that outfit together he thought heading for Operations' office.

"Okay," Chuck said to the baby, "What did he tell you about me?" The baby gave him a Mona Lisa smile that Madeline would have envied.

Michael silently entered Operations' office and waited hands clasped in front of him expression even. Operations raised his eyebrows in silent question, "I left her with Chuck," Michael answered softly. Operations smiled and began to brief Michael on the latest theft from DOD files. "As you know we have been following this for the last few months. Now," he clicked a button on the remote control a face appeared on the screen, "we have found this man. His name is Sean Cullen, a former high ranking member of the IRA, it seems he has sold out his principles for the money to be made from funneling information to Red Cell. We need him to tell us who his contact is and the information on their next meet." He clicked the button again. The image disappeared.

Michael remained silent, mentally planning a mission profile and how this would effect his plans for the baby. Operations solved the problem for him, "I promised we wouldn't interfere. But if you would allow us we could help." He saw Michael trying to hide his stricken expression. "I meant, we would be happy to have her here for a few more days while you take care of this situation. I tried to find someone else but it seems that our resources are especially thin right now." Operations explained evenly.

Michael was reluctant but saw little choice except agreement. He nodded, "I will have the profile ready in a few hours. Nikita should be back from her testing by then and I will brief her on the latest intel." He started for the door, "Thank you." He whispered and walked back to his office. Operations smiled at the retreating form, "The child has changed him," he thought shaking his head slowly.

Michael returned to find Chuck sitting in his chair and the baby cradled in his arm while he tried to adjust the bottle to the correct height. At the look on Michael's face Chuck answered, "okay, so maybe it wasn't as easy as I thought. By the way, I think you need to call Housekeeping. They said they refused to do another pick up for you...they said they had to draw a line somewhere." Chuck grinned down at the baby, "she is pretty cute. Did you pick out this outfit?" He met Michael's eyes and in unison they answered, "Nikita."

An hour later Michael headed for Walter's area clutching the carrier and a small duffel bag. "Walter, I need you to watch her while I do a briefing. I should only be an hour or so...just in case, I put some extra diapers," he ignored the stricken look on Walter's face, "and a couple of bottles in this bag." He handed Walter another set of instructions, Michael had learned his lesson from Chuck, this copy had illustrations. He placed the carrier on the workbench and headed for the briefing room, Walter called out to his retreating form, "Nikita couldn't find her matching sunglasses?" Michael did not turn around.

Michael outlined the mission for capturing Cullen while he tried to ignore the cries coming from Walter's area. He outlined Cullen's history with the IRA, "Cullen was their primary bomb builder through the mid-1980's. He was captured and spent some time in prison before he was released. They were careful to hide his true occupation so there was little evidence and he was arrested on a small weapons charge." He could see Walter pacing , but the baby wouldn't be consoled. The sounds tore at Michael's heart. She stared at Michael from her position on Walter's shoulder. "Late last year we received information to suggest he had given up on the IRA and was now selling information to the highest bidder." Cries once again filled Section, unnerving the guests in the White Room.

Finally, Walter gave up. Injured he walked into the briefing room and handed the unhappy little girl to Michael. She looked at him, her eyes huge and filled with tears. "I think she knows you're leaving." Walter said in amazement. She had quieted instantly when Michael had taken her and grabbed several locks of his hair. It was as if she were determined never to let go.

Michael continued his briefing while the baby never loosened her grip, she did quit crying. Michael outlined the mission. Cullen always ran near his home, varying his route but Nikita would catch him outside his home. Michael would back up Nikita. Chuck was their to watch out for unexpected guests while Birkoff ran support. It was a straightforward mission and wouldn't last long, except for the 7 hour trip there and back.

The baby would be left in Section. Michael hoped Operations would keep his promise. He wanted to trust him, but this was Section. Trust was hard to come by.

Michael and his team had assembled at van access to await final instructions from Operations, "He has to be taken alive, preferably, with few injuries. We need him coherent and cooperative." Operations spoke firmly reiterating the information from the earlier briefing.

"I understand." Michael nodded. "I need to check with Walter, excuse me." He turned and walked away from Operations. He was once again outfitted in his combat gear and the baby was comfortably nestled in his arms. Nikita had helped him occupy her while he dressed and claimed weapons. The little girl grew more and more agitated as departure neared. Michael was the only one who could calm her and even then she remained fussy.

Michael stopped short of reentering Section, but set on the steps of an empty corridor. He held the baby in front of him one hand holding her neck and back, the other cradling her bottom and lower back. He held her cerulean eyes with his green ones and spoke, "I know you are frightened and can't understand the events around you," he took a deep breath and continued, "we have to catch a bad man and bring him back here so we can stop other bad men." Her eyes remained locked to his. "I promise I will not let harm come to you and I will not leave you here to fend for yourself." She continued to look at him solemnly as he gave her his word, "I will never abandon you. I will be back for you."

He held her to his shoulder and squeezed finding comfort in her slight weight pressing against him. Tears slid down his eyes, he whispered into her ear. "You reminded me of what it is to love. I am in your debt." He held the baby a few moments longer before moving to Walter's area.

He left her with Walter while tears slid silently down her face. Michael refused to look back. Walter's heart broke for both of them. He had known Michael since he entered Section. He was aware most of Section viewed Michael as a machine, designed specifically by Section. Walter knew the truth. Michael was human and capable of great depths of emotion. He had seen him with Simone and Nikita and found that Michael had a great capacity to love. Yet, he was stunned when in full view of Section Michael had bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the baby's head and adjusted her blanket before he left. Walter bent over the little girl and whispered, "Nikita won't let anything happen to him." Her tear filled eyes looked at him, "And you give him the best reason to come back." He picked the baby up and snuggled her to him. "Everything will be fine." He prayed it was true.

Shortly after Michael and Team one left, Walter was called away from Section on an unrelated mission. Operations had no choice but to take over as baby-sitter. Walter gave him everything Michael had left with him, including the extensive written instructions.

Walter had copied Michael's earlier actions by giving her a tiny kiss and rearranging her clothing and blankets making sure everything was in place before Operations took over.

"Sir, Michael says they have made contact with Cullen." Birkoff said. "And?" Operations asked impatiently. His nerves were frazzled. The baby had cried for two hours straight after Michael and Walter left. He had gotten her to sleep in his office when Madeline barged in and began to demand that the torture technicians be allowed to use the new units. The baby awoke and began to cry again. He had a rocking chair brought to his office. He sat overseeing Section in the antique rocker trying to remember the words to a lullaby. She had been pacified for a few hours allowing him to get a small amount of rest.

Operations had new found respect for Michael. He was one of the best assassins in the world, a genius for strategy and language, and apparently had a way with children.

The little girl did not like Madeline and screamed when in her presence. She liked Birkoff, but he was amazingly busy with overseeing Michael's mission as well as several others. Christopher had brought dinner and found her "charming". He had helped with feedings and rocking her, but refused to be party to any diaper changes. Operations had been left on his own.

He was now pacing through systems in his usual attire of navy trousers and light blue silk shirt, the only exception was the addition of a baby carrier strapped to his back. The little girl burrowed into the carrier making satisfied cooing noises when Michael's voice filled Systems, "We have Cullen in custody and should be arriving at Section within ten hours." Operations asked if there had been any exposure, "None. Cullen came with us quietly. I suspect that he can be very flexible when money is involved. Apparently, he has no objection to working with Section." Operations winced when the baby kicked him in his lower back, "Fine." He said. "Return as quickly as you can."

Michael obeyed orders as usual and had returned to Section within 8 hours. He found Operations in his office involved in a conference call with several agency heads from across the country, "We are working on the problem and hope to correct it within a few hours, as of now we have audio only so please update me on the progress of our joint efforts in Prague." Operations paced back and forth cradling her in his arms this time.

She was dressed in a jumper of navy blue with a white T-shirt and white socks. The socks had yellow moons and blue stars this time. Michael wondered if Nikita had picked out this outfit on her earlier shopping spree or if Operations had consulted Madeline. He was careful to stay out of sight from Operations and the child, afraid that a reaction would draw unwanted attention.

Operations received the news from his colleagues with little expression and quickly ended the call. He paced back and forth in front of the mirror watching Birkoff work on their new system he could also watch Walter working on a new communications device. For a few moments he closed his eyes and focused only on the rhythm of his steps and the small noises of the baby. 'My granddaughter could be about this age,' he thought. 'If I had been able to have a normal life, that is.' He smiled to himself and wondered if he was actually feeling regret. No, he decided. It was a fleeting wish that would hit him at unexpected moments. His smile turned into a grin when he thought of "Grandma Madeline". He couldn't picture them in rocking chairs on the porch watching the grandchildren play. He felt Michael step into the room before he saw him. He had his back to the younger man and allowed himself another moment to gather his composure before relinquishing the child.

Operations realized relinquish was exactly what he was doing. He had decided that Michael hadn't found the baby, more likely this baby had found Michael. She was like magic. She had brought humanity and life back into a world that dealt in death and destruction. Every being she had come into contact with had been changed. She had made Birkoff realize life was more than machines. Walter had needed less reminding than most, but he too had felt himself rejuvenated in her presence. Nikita had found Michael, the true soul hidden beneath the layer of lies created by Section. Even Madeline had been forced to come face to face with pure innocence and recognize that it does exist.

Operations had come to terms with his life long ago. He now held validation for his choices. Maybe she could live in a world with less pain and rage because of him and his work.

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"Welcome back Michael." He spoke without turning. "I understand everything went as planned." Michael watched with curiosity as Operations held the infant. The expressions that had fluttered across Operations face were reflected in the glass before them. They had gone from wistfulness to true amusement. He had been shocked to see that Operations was caring for the baby personally. Walter had told him that he had been called away and Operations had said that he would take care of it. Michael had known he would keep his promise and wondered why he had gone to this extent. And would he be forced to pay a high price for it later?

"The mission went as expected. Cullen is with Madeline now and he will be an excellent resource for the future." Michael said.

Operations turned and smiled. "Good." He moved the baby to his shoulder making no moves to return her to Michael. "I have arranged for you to have some down time to take of her." He glanced towards the form that was resting on his shoulder. He decided it was time to allow Michael a small amount of comfort for his years of service.

"The Section," he looked pointedly at Michael, "nor myself, have any intention of trying to find out where you place her or what your plans are. Michael, I have acted as I have because I wanted to, not to force you into my debt." Michael had perfected his bland expression, but this admission forced a look of skepticism to his face. He stepped towards Michael and returned the baby to him.

Michael settled her into his arms nodded towards Operations and took several steps towards the door. "Why?" He asked quietly without turning around.

"I owed it to her father." Operations spoke calmly. Michael turned to look at him. Their eyes locked for a moment. Michael nodded his head once in acknowledgment and left the office.

Operations had them killed six weeks later. They were posing as colleagues of Cullen's from the IRA who wished to become independent assassins. Birkoff and the back up team waited in the van. "Michael, we need a visual on the area to your left." Birkoff said.

Michael casually looked to his left. He looked bored with the entire negotiations, "You are familiar with our work. Our talents are going to waste since the recent treaties."

Nikita draped herself across Michael, making eye contact with Cullen. They were posing not only as assassins for hire, but lovers. "We may as well be getting paid." Nikita spoke lazily.

Cullen's contact grinned. Despite the high temperatures he was dressed in a black leather duster. He smiled at Nikita, "I like how you think. But, we have a problem." He began to pace in front of the pair. "Backup move into position," Birkoff spoke uneasily.

"You see, we know Cullen was taken by Section." The contact, Raphael, said. He stopped and looked at Cullen who was fidgeting and avoiding everyone's eye.

"We've never heard of Section." Michael spoke casually. "I don't see how Cullen's inadequacies are our problem."

Raphael laughed, "You're right." He turned and took several steps away from Cullen. "Hold positions," Birkoff spoke to the back up team, as well as Michael and Nikita. Raphael pulled his gun quickly and shot Cullen. Cullen looked stunned. He grabbed at his chest collapsing at Michael and Nikita's feet. Both looked at Raphael blandly, "At least we won't have to give him a percentage," Nikita said.

Raphael only laughed. He shot Nikita in the chest before turning to fire on Michael. "Birkoff. What the hell is going on?" Operations barked into his ear. "Michael and Nikita are down. Backup teams are in position." Birkoff was struggling not to run to their sides. He fought the panic. He had seen them shot before and recover. Everything would be fine as long as they got them back to Section in time.

"Negative." Operations said. "The mission profile was for them to infiltrate their organization, obviously, that isn't going to happen now. Are they alive?" It was Chuck who broke in, "There's no movement from this position. Nikita has a chest wound. I think Michael was shot in the temple." Chuck would have ignored Operation's order, but it was too late to save them. "Everyone return to Section." Operations threw the comm set down and walked to his office.

"This was my fault," Madeline spoke. She had followed him to his office. "I thought Cullen would handle himself better. His profile suggested he would not panic in such a situation." She herself was unprepared at how to handle this. She never dreamed Michael, or Nikita, could be killed on such an idiotic mission. This was a disaster.

"No." Operations stated. "I never should have tried to infiltrate Red Cell in such an obvious manner. Cullen had been tested on two previous missions. I overestimated his abilities. It cost us two of our best Operatives." He walked to his computer, "If you'll excuse me I have to prepare for a meeting with the Agency in a few minutes." Madeline looked at him carefully, he was blaming himself. She would have to watch him closely for the next few weeks. "Of course," She said and quietly left the room.

Several hours later a Mercedes pulled up in front of the pier where Michael and Nikita were killed. Raphael stepped from the shadows. The driver stepped to open the door for his passenger. Operations stepped out of the car. He lit a cigarette and smiled at the assassin. "Everything went as planned. I have wired the money into your account." Operations said.

"I hadn't realized I would get so much for so little," Raphael said. Operations smiled again, "I think we are both getting a bargain. I think our business is complete." He turned and stepped back into the car. Raphael turned heading back to the warehouse. He heard two gunshots and wondered where they came from even as blood spilled from his chest and he fell to his knees. Operations lowered the gun and headed into the warehouse.

Michael and Nikita were leaning against the wall, both still covered in blood from earlier in the day "Did you know that when this dries it itches?" Michael asked Operations. His lips curved up around his cigarette. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did."

He handed Michael an envelope. "Inside is the name of a contact who will get you set up," he glanced at them again, "and cleaned up." Nikita grinned, she liked this Operations. "There were no questions about your death. All the witnesses agreed they watched you die."

Nikita's heart went out to Walter and Birkoff. She knew they would be hurt, but that they would move on eventually. She realized Operations and Michael were staring at her. "I think I'll try and find a sink or something," she mumbled and left them alone.

"She's in a safe place?" Operations asked. "Yes." Michael replied. "Why are you doing this?" Operations drew the smoke from his cigarette into his lungs deeply. He answered carefully, "Section is based on the principle of offering people a second chance. Some, like Chuck, are especially suited for life in Section and have no qualms about the things we ask them to do." He continued but refused to meet Michael's eye. "We knew when you were taken from prison that you were not guilty of the bombing," Michael's head snapped up in surprise. "Your only crime was that of omission. You knew Rene was planning a bombing, but you didn't know when or where. It just happened to be at a crowded student gathering and when you were taken into custody you allowed yourself to be to be arrested in return for his promise to continue taking care of your sister. I think you also hold yourself responsible for not stopping it. You never have understood that there are events outside of your control." Michael began to protest. Operations held up his hand. "Michael, Rene confessed as much to Madeline." Michael stood quietly again.

"I knew I had become someone I didn't recognize when I allowed Nikita to be recruited." Michael was shocked again. "We had doubts about her guilt. The true killer was caught and confessed several months after her recruitment. We had too much invested in her at that point. I'm not proud of things I have done, but they were necessary. I have to be ruthless." He began to pace and took several deep breaths before continuing, "You are a man of honor and as such you gave your soul to fulfill a promise, once to Rene," Operations smiled at him wryly, "and once to me. I owe this to you. You deserve to have a family to have a life."

Michael looked him in the eye, "We all do." It was Operations turn to nod in acknowledgment. "I made my choices years ago. I have to return to Section." He stepped forward and held out his hand. "Take care of yourself Michael." Michael clasped his hand. Operations walked slowly back to the car.

Nikita opened the envelope that held the contact name, "Michael, look at this." She pulled out a piece of paper with numbers written on it. "What is it?" She asked. He took it from her, "An untraceable bank account number."

It had been a little over a year since they left Section. Michael dressed in faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt sat on a stone bench in the park. Nikita ruffled his hair. It was short now and the curls blew in his face when the breeze picked up. She sat beside him in a red sundress with a straw hat covering her hair. Her hand rested on her still flat stomach.

'Not for much longer,' she thought. They looked like all the other parents in the park as they watched the children playing in the sandbox. A couple strolled towards them swinging a young boy. Michael never took his eyes off the sandbox. He heard the sound of crying and strode purposefully towards it.

"Sophie?" He bent down and picked the little girl up. She had a small cut on her cheek one of the children had gotten wild with the shovels. Her sobs subsided when Michael picked her up. He wiped her face and kissed the spot gently. "Much better," he said. She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. She grabbed at his curl while he was brushing sand off her denim overalls. Her own chestnut curls were covered by a denim hat that matched her dress. They walked back towards the bench. The couple had taken his place next to Nikita. The little boy was sitting on her lap. The man rose and shook Michael's hand, "Everything all right, " he asked. "Flesh wound," Michael replied.

"You ought to know, " Nikita replied laughing. "Michel was always getting hurt when we were little. He never knew his limits." Natalie, his sister, rose and strode toward her brother. Michael put his arm around her. They walked together towards their spouses. Claude, Natalie's husband, unloaded the picnic basket. Nikita and Michael's namesake helped him. Natalie turned and looked into Michael's eyes, "Was it worth it?" She asked quietly. "What they put you through? Was it worth it?"

Michael looked at his family before him and gazed down into his daughter's eyes. "Yes." He stared down into eyes that matched his own. "Yes, it was."

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