Teaser: Nova Scotia - Atsira Compound - 1am……

Loud noises wake Monique up with a start. "Kitty ….must be Kitty…" she mumbles as Monique slides out of bed. A series of gun shots echo through the night. "No …. No not again…." The little girl wipes the sleep from her eyes and works her way to the door. Her hand shakes with fear as it touches the door knob. Monique knows that she should just hide under the bed like Aunt Shaina had told her to. But she couldn't do that, the sounds of gunfire and muffled screams were filling her mind again. She needed the comfort that only her Aunt seem to give. The knob turns with little effort. " Thank God ... they forgot to lock the door!"

She sneaks into the hallway hiding in the shadows as 2 guards rush past her. Their guns reflecting the moonlight against the wall with each step they take. Their hurried footsteps dim as they disapear into the night. Taking a deep breath, Monique heads to the only part of the house she feels safe.

**Calm Down** she tells herself. **It's just another one of those drills again, right? Nobody would be stupid enough to take on Culloum, would they? **

Monique's foot steps down on the first stair and what she sees stops her in her tracks. "NOOOOOOOOO!" She races down to the landing and falls to her knees. A tiny hand snakes out of her nightgown and moves the blood soaked hair away from her Aunt's face.

Shaina works her way through the pain and glaces up at her charge. "My angel ... I'm so sorry" she mumbles as the tears fall. She tries to move, but a sharp pain keeps her still. Her life's blood seeps out of a wound in her side, puddling on the carpet. Shaina's heart broke, she knew that this might happen someday. But it was unfair, for 3 years she had gotten used to a somewhat normal life. "Angel, listen to me ... It's important ... Only trust ... "

"No you can't leave me" Monique whispered. She saw the consciousness drain from Shaina's face. "You said you'd never leave me ..." Monique's body shook with sobs as she cradled her Aunt's head.

Shaina pulled herself from the brink of death one last time, "only trust ... the ... ones ... you ... can ... understand". Her head dropped. Monique tried to comprehend as her world was shattered. All she heard was the silent screams that filled her head as her tears fell. She wasn't aware as two hands picked her up and carried her into an awaiting black van.

Michael, cradled the child in his arms on the ride back to the section. His hand smoothing her dark curls and wiping the tears from her cheeks. Azure eyes lifted to his and were so bleak that he caught his breath. So much pain and anquish she had seen in her short life, and it had only just begun. It would take a miracle to get through to this one, and her name was Nikita.

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Michael disembarked from the transport still carrying Monique. Halfway back to the Section, the sleep of the innocent overcame her. But even in her sleep, she looked troubled and bleak.

"Michael, debriefing 10 minutes with Operations", Madeline whispered softly from over his shoulder. "Please take her to Level 1, Room D. We have everything setup for her."

For the few operatives that have been around a while, it was deja vus. Walter looked up and saw Michael holding a child in his arms absently running his hand through her hair. He shook his head and remembered the past that was always just below the surface and never quite forgotten. "God be with you my friend, you're going to need it." Walter mumbled while receiving the armament back from the incoming teams.

As Monique was slipped into her bed, subconsciously she curled up onto her side. A sigh was let out and tear started down her cheek. Michael pulled the blanket around her and tucked it under her chin. He brushed her hair back and whispered against her forehead, "Sleep, little angel, sleep. May your dreams be fairytales and your tears only those of Joy." He abruptly stood up and shook his head. There was no time for sentiment now. No time to think of all he had lost. Or more importantly, all that he can never have again.

He left her side and pull his mask of control into place. He started working out the logistics of his report in his head. This was going to be a long night, and Operations was not going to be happy with the mission's outcome.

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As Michael approached Operations his instincts told him to tread lightly. The man was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. He had never seen him so wired.

"George, I know she was one of your best operatives." Operations ran his hand over his eyes while talking on the phone. "I'm telling you she was injured before we started the attack." "Yes, I understand the importance of having her alive. I will arrange a second course of action" "I am sorry for your loss. I will let you know a status by 1000 hours tomorrow. End transmission."

Madeline shook her head and started the debriefing with her biting sarcasm. "Michael, what happened? You were under strict orders to secure Culloum O'Grady, Shaina and Monique. We know the outcome of that. Did you by chance obtain the NSA documents?"

Michael handed over the 3 CD disks that held the missing National Security Agency files. "Everything was going to plan. Perimeter teams took out the guards and reported in. Power was cut and Teams 1 and 2 were sent in. Culloum was secured easily, he was to inebriated to do much. Shaina was shot down from crossfire from Culloums' bodyguards. Monique was found clutched to her when the house was secured."

Operations stopped pacing and took a seat across from Madeline. "What about the child's mental state? We still need to utilize her abilities for the upcoming mission."

"She's been through a lot." Madeline scanned the PDA that Birkoff had just given her. "At six she saw her parents killed. Monique is a very special child. She is a prodigy/genius profiler and has latent psychic abilities. Monique has been very successful in mind manipulation and ascertaining underlying motives/truths within test subjects even at her young age. She may not know exactly how and what information she is obtaining, but it is useful none the less due to her unthreatening appearance. Her gut feelings and inherent telepathic talents have been extremely helpful to Atsira. She has been living with the organization since her parents death 3 years ago. Shaina, our deep cover Agency operative, has been in place since then as her mentor and caretaker. It took her that long to ingratiate herself into the child's life." Madeline sighed.

"We have 3 weeks to get her to trust another operative." Operations shakes his head. "We can't fail on this one. Atsira specializes in terrorism for hire. They are well backed and funded. Past operations have been focused on retaliation hits and terrorism, corporate espionage and political manipulation to achieve those goals. Over the past several years, Atsira has been molding young minds and their inherent psychic abilities to be used in their cause."

"They had chosen Monique to attend a weekend retreat with Atsira's leader Culloum O'Grady. O'Grady is finalizing plans with a known Iraqi General, Rashid Marouf who is under the command of Sadam Husein to escalate terrorist activities within US borders. Marouf is aware that Atsira utilizes children for these purposes and knows that Monique will be present. We need to keep that meeting." Operations looks pointedly at Madeline. "Run mission tactical with Michael and report to me by 0800. Oh ... see if we can get Nikita's mission wrapped up in New Zealand. I have a feeling we might need her."

The three left the meeting to go their separate ways. As usual each had different priorities and goals. Michael wondered if this child could handle what was necessary and still survive. He knew the only way to semi protect this child's innocence was to bring in the only innocent that the Section had. This mission would break all their hearts and test their loyalties. Could they survive after that happened?

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Monique stretched lazily and rolled over to hug her Teddy Bear. **what ... where is it ... it must have fallen off the bed ... ** She opened her eyes and the world came crashing in. She's not in her comfortable bed. She doesn't even know where she is. All she can remember is Aunt Shaina lying on the stairs dead just like her mum and dad. Everyone she loves dies. The tears start to flow down her cheeks.

A knock on her door pulled Monique out of her reverie. The lights are turned on and a pretty lady walks into the room and sits down on the bed. "I'm Madeline. I know you're confused, but you are in a place called Section One. We will take care of you here. Is there anything I can get you?"

Monique shakes her head no and vaguely remembers Shaina telling her to trust the ones you understand. She thrusts out her arm and touches Madelines cheek. She is overwhelmed with sadness and pain. "So many lies ..." Monique mutters. She carefully looks up into Madeline's brown eyes and is struck dumbfounded when seeing into her soul.

Madeline is shocked at the girl's perception and reaction to her. She wants to make a connection, but wants to test her abilities. "Monique what to do see?"

A small voice rings true, "deceit, calculating, lies ... but in your own way you care very deeply ... so much pain ... you try to block out the pain." Monique releases her lock on Madeline and rolls over. She doesn't understand her, she isn't the one. "Please leave me alone."

Madeline is shaken, but figures it is best to let her rest for a time. She leans over and tells Monique to rest. "Breakfast will be brought to you in a bit. Please eat and feel free to use the comforts of this room as you see fit." She stops herself, she forgot she was speaking to a child. She'll try this one more time. "Monique there is a TV, VCR and computer on the other side of the room. I understand you enjoy Internet games. Please enjoy yourself, and if you need anything just push this button on the remote control. Okay?"

The child slowly shakes her head yes. Madeline turns around and heads out the door. "This one is going to be a challenge. I might have better luck with interrogating our other guest, Mr. O'Grady." She mumbles as she walks down the hall toward the dungeon.

Monique slowly gets off the bed checks out the videos and pops in "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". That movie always seemed to calm her down in the past. While watching, she resolves herself to get through this somehow and find the ones that she knows are out there who can help her.

She closes her eyes and focuses. She sees two faces. Each beautiful in their own right. One with hair of flaxen, one with hair of dark fire. Eyes of Azure seas as warm as her own, and eyes of grey/green mists that see the future with clarity. Both full of life and love, but one that hides those characteristics very well. She must find them ... They will be her saving grace.

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Nikita saunters into the Section. Just a little perturbed that she has to report so soon. She had just slipped off her clothes and was stepping into a nice hot bath when Section's reality came crashing in. Her New Zealand mission was a long one. She was acting as a personal bodyguard for the US Ambassador. He had been receiving death threats and she was sent to neutralize the situation. If there hadn't been any death threats before I got there, there sure as hell would have been one the first time he tried to take liberties. What is it will politicians and their attractions to their female guards? Ugh. Oh well she's back, and the subversives were taken care of. Mission Completed.

Nikita looks up and sees Operations watching her from his perch. "What has the Vulture got for me know?" Nikita mumbled to herself.

"Well if you don't want to be his next lunch, I'd go see Madeline" was whispered into her ear. Nikita jumped around and collided with Michael.

"Oh Michael, I didn't see you. You scared me. Didn't the Vulture ever tell you not to scare Section Operatives? Tsk Tsk ... you never know what the result will be." Nikita playfully tugged at the edge of his jacket.

"Nikita, serious business. Stop by after you have a chat with Madeline." Michael muttered while trying not to let his grin explode into a smile. "I have a feeling you're going to need all the help you can get."

**Hmmm that's strange** Nikita turned, winked at Walter and started toward Madeline's office. **Guess I find out what's going on from the Black Widow directly. **

Walter who had seen the whole exchange shook his head. "Good luck Sugar, I hope your heart bends and doesn't break on this on."

Madeline looked up when she saw blonde hair streaking into her office. "Nikita welcome back. I take it that your New Zealand mission was sucessful?"

"Yes. Michael has my report. Would you like a copy Madeline?"

"No of course not. I'm sorry about the short notice, but I'm in need of your special expertise on a top priority mission." Madeline smiles as she passes over the mission dossier. "Please review all the information and take control of your Charge. Her name is Monique. We have been having very little luck with reaching this young lady. Operations and I feel that she would best relate to your spirit."

"Please be aware that she is very important to the Section, and you are to protect her with your life. But for your own sake, don't get to attached to the Material."

"Material? She's a 9 year old girl Madeline. She needs compassion, not calculation. Where is she?" Nikita said while trying not to clench her teeth.

Breath in and out ... she does this to get you to react, Nikita told herself. She must really want to me protect this child if she is already pushing my buttons.

"She's in the training suites. Level 1, Room D. We have a tight deadline on this one, please keep me informed with daily updates." Madeline focused on her screen once again "That will be all ... oh and Nikita ... failure is not acceptable"

Nikita left Madeline's office muttering, "It never is Madeline, It never is ..."

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"Okay what have we got?" Nikita blurted out as she strolled into Michael's office taking a seat across from him.

Michael looked up from his keyboard with a glint in his eye. "Well there is a little girl in here that needs your help. Let's see if we can get this mission done without having the Section swallow her up as well. Okay?"

Stunned at his honesty, Nikita looked Michael in the eye. "Of course, that's why you asked me to take over her care? Right?" Michael just raised an eyebrow and continued.

"When I brought her in, she was and is in much pain. Her life has been turned up side down. We need to get her to see you as a stablizing influence. Madeline and Operations tried to connect with her no luck. She doesn't trust them."

Smart Girl, thought Nikita. I don't trust them either.

"The Mission profile is as follows. You take over the roll as caretaker of Monique. She has to trust you explicitly. Your connection with her is vital to this mission's success. We won't be able to obtain the information we need her to glean if she if fighting us tooth and nail. Operations, yes Operations is going in a Culloum O'Grady. Wipe that smirk off your face. I can't go in as O'Grady because Rashid Marouf knows what general age he is. Operations fits the bill on this one to a tee."

"What is your role in this Michael?" Nikita queried. She still didn't like the idea for working with Operations as a cold op. She didn't trust him in his leadership role, how could she trust him to back her up out in the field.

"I'm going in as the head of security for O'Grady. I'll be there in case anything goes south. Primarily, my team and I will neutralize the surrounding areas and extract Marouf when the time is right." Michael sighed, stood up and asked, "Feel like meeting your Charge?"

"Better now then never ... Wait I have a few things I need to pickup first. How about 40 minutes? Oh and Michael, I think it's imperative that Monique also feels comfortable with someone else beside me. If something happens to me, I want her to know that she has a fallback. And I rather have the fallback be someone I trust. Okay?" Nikita looked into his eyes. She knew what she was asking. He would need to reach out and let another soul into his heart. The question was would he do it.

"I'll try Nikita, I'll try ..." was all Michael could say as he walked out of his office.

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Monique is sitting in a chair in the briefing room looking down at her hands. **I'm stuck with him again ...** she thought back to when she reached out and looked into his soul. ** He calls himself Operations, but underneath he is still the same young boy named Bradley who went to Vietnam. He's learned lessons that he doesn't want anyone to suffer through. That's why he does his job well. But he is too much like the other lady ... Madeline. They hide in deception and shadows. He's not the one.**

In the corner oblivious to the thoughts going through Monique's head, Operations is silently observing her. With each minute he is getting unsure about this mission. Will even Nikita be able to break through to her? If Monique can really see the soul, surely the one operative who wears her soul in her eyes can get through to her. But most importantly after this mission will Nikita return to the operative she has been of late. She saved the Section, himself, Madeline and even Michael. Will she safeguard herself in this mission as well? Will she focus on the child only, or will she find a solution to meet at the mission's criteria. He had to admit to himself, if not to anyone else, she had a way of making things work out in the end. Leave it to Madeline to convince him to follow her instincts.

Moments later their quiet machinations were interrupted by a pigtailed Nikita decked out in jeans, a sweatshirt and sporting 2 ice-cream cones. She slowly strides over to Monique and holds out both cones.

"I don't know which kind you like but I have Bubble Gum and Fudge Ripple. Want one?"

Monique looks up into Azure eyes the same color as hers. She sees a playful soul and a giving heart. Unbeknownst to her she lets out a sigh. A small smile curves from her lips as a hand snakes out to grab one of the cones. "Bubble Gum's my favorite."

Nikita grins at the Monique and introduces herself. "I'm Nikita. I hear that you're Monique. Unless that's Monique over by the wall frowning at me." The child smiled and shook her head. Her small tongue darted out to catch a dollop of ice cream that was dropping off the cone.

Nikita turned and looked Operations in the eye saying "Thank you Sir for watching her for me. I'll call you if I need your assistance in the future. You may go."

Operation blanched, turned white and strode from the room seething with anger.

"I've always wanted to do that. That was fun ..." Nikita giggled to herself knowing she was going to pay for that little comment later. She could see herself cleaning all the guns again, but it was worth it to see the look on his face.

She focused back on her Charge and started to get to know the little girl that was going to effect the Section like it had never been before.

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"Very Good Monique" Nikita was amazed at this child's abilities. "Now I want you to try this one."

Nikita punched up the latest Simm she had designed for her Charge. Over the past few Days, Nikita had wracked her brain thinking of how to strengthen their relationship and still prepare Monique for what lies ahead. She had come to the conclusion that this little one can see when something or some action was being forced. After the first session she had with Monique, she decided to just get her to open up. That was best done with Nikita being herself.

"Be careful Monique, don't try and beat Birkhoff's scores again." Nikita softly chuckled "He's getting a little upset. He might even think that he could be replaced. Now we don't want that to happen do we?"

Monique, pulled her fingers off the keyboard and looked up at Nikita. "Naw he just might start demanding more of those Girl Scout Cookies. I already let him eat all the Ginger Snaps. But I'm not going to give him the Thin Mints. NO matter how much he pouts."

Nikita chuckled as Birkhoff, threw a red vine at Monique. "Okay Squirt, see if you can beat this one."

The red vine was caught mid air by a small hand. Monique looked at this self-appointed computer nerd and sighed. "Have at it. I betcha a box of Pinwheel cookies that I can beat your score." Never one to back down from a fight, Birkhoff engaged the computer simulation. Monique was suddenly involved in assessing the dark secrets and motives of the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man and his cohorts in crime the M&M Boys.

Nikita chuckled as Monique quietly ran through the program. She heard her Charge mummble under her breath, "jeez when is this going to be tough." From the look that Monique flashed Birkhoff, that little imp knew that she had hit one of his buttons. Not bad, Nikita couldn't wait to hear for she has to say about him. The real point of these exercises weren't to see how she handles the equipment or the programs. It is to see how she handles the people involved, and the insights that she obtained about them.

**Not bad....Not bad....** Nikita surmised. **Maybe next I'll have her interact with Walter. I'm sure that he'd be an interesting case for her.**

Nikita walked away from the computer terminals after glancing at Birkhoff. With a nod Birkhoff acknowledged her leaving and turned his attention back onto the Simm. Knowing that this project would take a while, she focused on tracking down Michael. Monique had told her that she had a talk with Michael late yesterday. She was interested in getting his reaction to that encounter.

Madeline and Operations stopped their conversation mid sentence as they watched Nikita slowly make her way to Michael's office. Each assessed the way their trouble operative was handling this case. Madeline was impressed with Nikita's tactics. It takes a lot of gumption to open up as completely as Nikita had with Monique. Who was she kidding, that was the one thing that Nikita always did. She was as open as a book. It was this characteristic that Madeline had determined was Nikita's biggest Strength and most definitley her greatest Weakness. If the truth be told, it was also was the one thing that Madeline envied the most about her young operative.

Operations on the other hand. He felt fear to his gut. Not the fear that would endanger a mission. But a fear that he couldn't control his subjects. He lost control of Nikita a while ago. Thank god she now sees the importance of what they do now, but he still knew she had her own resolutions that would protect the soul she severly guarded. He feared that no matter what they did with Monique, she would always be out of his control. She would be out of everyone's control, posibily except Nikita. That fact made him feel even worse.......

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Michael shifted in his seat as he switched surveillance from Nikita's apartment to Monique's quarters. Unbeknownst to anyone, Michael could never relax at night until he checked on Nikita. He had just like to watch her sleep. He had sat mesmerized just looking over her beautiful face. This way he could just study her without arousing suspicion.

** So peaceful she sleeps. She even does that with the same zest that she lives life ** Sometimes, he would just watch the emotions go across her face and fantasize about what her dreams would be. Michael was certain that Nikita dreamed about him. But in his mind when the thoughts turned to nightmares he was sure he had a part in them. He would watch her face cringe, and he couldn't help but think of the number of times he had been the cause.

"Be Patient, Just do the job, There is no such thing as Free Will ..." How she still managed to care for him awed Michael. He had learned however that he was selfish. He needed her, and he would take anything he could get. But he refused to be the one to get her killed. It tortured him every moment to be so close to her, but not express his needs and desires. The Section had taught him to be strong, thank god. If he hadn't been adept at masking his emotions, his was sure she would have been taken from him long ago. No matter how much suffering he had by being apart like this, it was nothing compared to not having her around.

Michael had struggled with the reality that Nikita was his weakness. He didn't want to admit that she could hurt him that much. He didn't want those in power to know that he would give his life and everyone else's for her.

He focused on the new sight laid out before him. The light from the monitor filled the darkened room. The colors from the Disney Screen Saver cast an array of bright hues that fell across Monique's sleeping face. Ever night since he brought her in, Michael had been also been checking in on Monique, all be it vicariously through his computer. He had avoided the little girl in all other contexts. She touched apart of him that he was afraid to resurrect. The look in her eyes, and feel of her in his arms had brought it all to the surface. A child was meant to have joy and laughter. She carried such pain and adult knowledge. He longed to coddle, caress and have a little one rely on him again. Yet he knew that if he acknowledged these feelings and acted on them with her, he would be the cause of more hurt and sorrow.

In avoiding Monique, Michael had partially gotten in hot water with Nikita. She wanted and needed to have him relate with her Charge. For the sake of the child, not only for the sake of the mission Nikita had asked for his assistance. For the mission, he knew what he had to do. For Nikita he knew what he wanted to do. He also knew if he did it, another part of his re-awakened soul would be sacrificed. The question in his mind was, could he survive?

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Michael looked around in shock. In his thoughts, he had worked his way to the door of Monique's quarters. He sighed, he really should turn off her monitor while he was here. It was bound to wake her up, and he knew waking up in the Section could be just a torment in itself.

He quietly opened the door, cringing as the "swoosh" sound made by the electronic door. ** Leave it to Madeline, put a child in a sound proof room. ** Michael surmised. **The thing that lady does so that Operations is placated. **

He worked his way over to the computer, and turned around to silently regard Monique. **Good, still asleep** He longed to just stay there and watch her. He leaned against the wall next to her bed, while the covers moved slightly in tune with the shallow sounds of her breathing. **A little angel. How could anyone see her and not think of perfection? She, and those like her, are the reasons I suffer with this job. **

His hand snaked out gently of it's own accord and pushed a dark curl off her forehead. Monique stirred slightly at his touch. The little pleasures he experienced from this encounter were few and far between in Michael's life. He relished in them, but reality came seeping in all to quickly. Every time Michael experienced the joys of life, his mind would subconsciously bring up the pain. It was a fact that he had learned to live with.

The click of the Monitor as it was turned off, echoed through out the room. As Michael turned to leave, a little voice reached to him from the shadows.

"Please don't go." At his silence, she pleaded again. "Please you need to stay."

Michael turned around and focused his eyes. "Monique, you need to get your sleep. Nikita wouldn't be happy if you were tired tomorrow. She has a lot of fun things planned for you."

"I know, but you need to stay." She reached out and took Michael's hand. "Tell me a story. Then you can go."

Michael shrugged. What harm could this do?

"Please, turn on the Monitor again. I don't like the dark." Michael complied and sat down at the edge of her bed. He watched in amazement as she pulled him up so that he was leaning against the headboard. She then proceeded to wiggle her way onto his lap and rested her head against his shoulder. With a smile, she pulled up and covers and said "all ready"

Michael couldn't help but wrap his arms around the little girl and lean his chin down on her head as he began

"Once upon a time, in a castle far away ..."

"Do you dream of fairytales too?" Monique interrupted.

Shock overcame Michael. Had she heard him that first night? "I try to, but fairytales haven't existed for me for a long time ..." He answered. Ever since the Jurgen incident, he had tried to be as honest as possible with those he felt deserve it. And this little one deserved honesty.

"I try to only have tears of joy, but that's been kind of hard. I hurt when I think of what happened . . . I miss them so much." Monique fell silent.

Michael was at a loss for words. ** How do I explain death to a child? How do I explain senseless loss, when I can't understand it and I fight to accept it myself? **

Michael took a deep shuddering breath and started. "Close your eyes. All closed? Picture your favorite spot in the entire world. Think about how happy and loved you feel. There is no one pressuring you to do anything like cleaning your room or doing your homework. There is just happiness. You can do anything in this place that you want you. You can guard and help anyone you want as well. You have the picture?"

Monique shook her head yes as a tear fell down her cheek.

"This place is where all the people you loved have gone. They watch over you and are always with you here . . ." Michael took her hand and placed it over his heart. " . . . And they will always be with you . . . helping you . . . here . . ." Michael leaned forward and kissed her temple.

"They are always there. You are never alone." Michael leaned his head back as a single tear threatened to fall down his own cheek.

Monique sighed as she turned to look at Michael's face. She searched his face longing to give him some relief just as he had to her. "You hide behind this face." She reaches up and touches his cheek. "Everyone thinks that you have no… hmm feelings. You feel more than all of them. You hide to protect those you love. That's it. You love enough to hide."

Michael starred into her Azure eyes knowing this was the moment he had dreaded. She could truly see him. How could she sit there so quietly after she had just see the darkness of his soul?

Still locked into him, she strengthened her gaze. "You don't like yourself. But you must find out that you are worthy of happiness by yourself. She has helped you pull yourself away from the pit. But always remember YOU did it. She just saw what I see. A good heart . . ." as she touched his chest ". . . one that is just afraid to let go of control. More afraid of hurting the ones you care about then entering the darkness."

Monique felt a tear fall from her dark angel's face. She broke her link and was mentally drained. She curled up in his lap and closed her eyes. Michael heard her mumble softly, "You are easy to understand. Love is easy to understand." She fell asleep curled up against him. Michael marveled at her, and held her all night. He refused to let reality seep in this time. He needed this too much.

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"I understand Madeline... Yes I know how important this is . . . Yes, she and I have made forged a tight bond in accordance with mission parameters . . . Okay let me think about how I want to approach this . . . Yes I know 3 days, only 3 days till the meet."

Nikita replaced the handset into the cradle. She glanced out the window and regarded Birkoff and Michael as they reviewed the communication setup for the upcoming meet. She had used Michael's office knowing it would be a few hours before he was done running through the SIMMs.

She cocked her head as she thought back to a week ago. She had walked into Monique's room to wake her up. What she saw, stopped her dead in her tracks as her heart went south. Michael was asleep with Monique curled up in his arms. He cradled her just like she was priceless piece of china. Ever since then, Michael had been extremely picky about the logistics of this meet. He had contingency plans for his contingency plans. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her Charge.

She had tried cornering Michael, then Monique. Neither of them would say a word. Something happened that night, and a special bond was formed. The next night he started tucking her in and reading her bedtime stories to her. Nikita had tried to tag along and watch one evening. She had been told in no uncertain terms by both of them to "Leave"! Michael had even electronically disabled Monique's surveillance every night between 7:45 and 8:15 so she couldn't observe.

** Well ** Nikita shrugged. ** I did ask him to develop a trust relationship with her. ** She just didn't know how being left out of it would make her feel. Damn it, it was her Charge and Michael was stepping in. To be honest with herself, she was more upset at the family picture they painted. She wanted more than anything to be a part of that. Who was she kidding, it was one of her dreams. To just have Michael, her and a child... To have a normal life . . .

The computer beeped its disapproval as Nikita realized that she had held down the "M" key for too long. She spent the next few minutes removing the 3 pages of M's that infiltrated the document.

Everything was following according to plan. Everything thing that is, but one tiny detail. This "tiny" detail could compromise the whole mission. Monique refused to acknowledge Operations existence. She didn't like the man, and didn't trust him. Nikita actually admired how the young girl had done it. Not only had she confounded her superior, but in a way Operations was showing signs of being personally disturbed by it as well. It didn't matter if any Section operative didn't like him, but it irked him to no end that Monique felt the same way. Nikita had her job cut out for her.

** Well honest is the best policy, so I should just be honest. No, that won't work. She'd even be wearier about him then. ** Nikita started pacing back and forth in a very Madeline-esque type fashion. Her face split into a grin, as a perfect idea and solution popped into her head. She just hoped that Operations would play his part.

** Time to have some fun ** Nikita picked up the phone and started making her plans.

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Through a series of well-placed camera's Nikita watched the scenario that she designed unfold before her. Operations and Monique had just started the second phase of her training plan. Getting this plan agreed upon by all parties and underway had been an almost miraculous feat. After an hour of explaining her training syllabus and goal, Madeline had caved in and went to convince Operations that this idea had merit. Well convince wasn't the exact word to use. Connive, demand, force and threaten would be more accurate. Madeline had a way of getting what she wanted. Nikita knew that it would just be a matter of time once she had her onboard, for things to fall into place.

Nikita had surmised that for these two to portray the type of closeness and relationship that this mission required, that something drastic had to happen. They had to be forced, in a sense, to trust each other. Both of Operations and Monique were going to face their greatest fear. Their only assistance and comfort would be provided by the other.

Madeline had to admit. She was impressed, perhaps a little worried, but impressed none the less. Would Monique be all right? She was so young. She ignored her worries knowing that Nikita would not put Monique into any situation that she could not handle. She had even threatened Nikita with cancellation if she breathed a word of Operations' weakness to another living soul. The Section One operative, just sighed and told her if this works out Operations would just be a tad bit more human. What harm could that do?

Hence, the sight that lay before her. Monique had just conquered her fear of drowning. Nikita didn't think she could have handle a minute more of seeing the frightened look on her face. She almost caved in, but knew that she was doing what was necessary. For 3 hours Ops and Monique had been down at the pool. Nikita was, well, impressed on how he handled it.

Operations had coaxed her, held her, taunted her and finally showed her how to stay afloat and tread water. Seeing him with his face half-submerged showing Monique how to blow bubbles through her nose has been comical. During those 3 hours, Nikita had seen a different side of Operations. The first half an hour, he had just been doing the job. That's all that matters to him right? He was moody and rigid. After a time, he began to loosen up and take control of helping Monique. She became the focus. Conquering her fear was his concern, not just the mission.

He showed her what could be done when and if she conquered this fear. She shuddered with dread as he dove into the water. She laughed and applauded when he emerged unscathed. He had done the miracle in Monique's small mind. Nikita knew he had completed this phase. He had helped her, because he wanted to and Monique now somewhat trusted him.

The two had dried off and got some rest. Now it time for Nikita's to get into Operations' head. She was almost scared of what she would find.

************

"Psst, Bradley."

Operations whipped his head around, knowing that he was not going to like what he was about to see.

Monique came walking into the white room carrying a squirming bundle.

"Monique, you can call me that in here and when no one else is around. But outside, my name has got to be between you and I okay?" Operations countered. He was a little edgy. He did not like this one bit. He didn't mind helping Monique. Actually it had been sort of, well fun. But why? Why did he need to go through this? He and Monique were on talking terms. Wasn't that all that mattered?

He just knew that Nikita and Madeline were getting some sort of sick and twisted pleasure out of this. Madeline he could deal with. She knew his secrets already. Well, he thought, maybe not all of them. Nikita knew the only one that she didn't know. She hadn't used it against him, and there had been countless times and opportunities. He just hated to be exposed. He hated to be out of control. To think his only solace was a 9-year-old girl. What could she do?

What he would give to have Michael take his place right now. He had never backed down from anything. From the slaughter grounds of Vietnam, he pushed forward watching his friends die. The pain of being injured and still carrying his buddies out of that stinking jungle, he handled that. He withstood the rigors of being a POW. For 5 years he held his own. He became the punching bag taking the hits for his friends. But in the end they didn't crack. He didn't crack. He survived the CIA debriefing. He setup Section One buried his soul and the love he felt for his soulmate. He learned to work with her by his side. He was a survivor. Now he wanted Michael here to take his place? Hell Yes!

Monique as if reading his mind, set her package in the basket of the middle of the room. She walked over to Bradley and stopped his pacing. "Come now, you can survive this. You live to protect the world. That's what you do. I'm here to protect you. Hasn't anyone ever done that before?" She took his hand and pulled him toward the center of the room.

Monique had read a lot into Operations psyche. When he helped her, he also opened his soul a crack. He let her see his motives, his reasons and his fear. She may be young. She may not understand it all, but she knew somewhere in there was a soul. It was harder to see and find. More so than any she had ever encountered. She looked inside and found the child that he once was. Before the war, before family turmoil, before the Section.

"You suffer so that the world can be safe. You protected me. You would protect those under you with your life if necessary. Let me help you" He was taken aback. Stunned. This child had an incredible ability. One that left everyone and everything bare. She alone was a force to be reckoned with.

Bradley shuddered, he bent down and let Monique hold the reason for his apprehension. With her other hand, she moved his hand over the puppy's fur.

"See he won't harm you. He's not like the one when you were a kid. This one only wants love." She giggled as the puppy squired onto her lap. And started lapping at her face. Operations just sat back amazed. She handled the puppy with knowing hands and she wasn't even the least bit afraid.

Over the next few hours, the puppy could be found first on the floor with it's head on his lap. Soon he was being licked, crawled and jumped on. They played catch. Tug of war and even started barking at each other. In the end, Bradley held the puppy Hunter, the name that they decided on, as he slept. Monique and Operations stroked his fur in absolute silence.

Nikita shut off the monitor. She turned toward Madeline, who was looking at her intently. Madeline silently nodded her head and headed for the door. Stopping short, she turned with a glimmer in her eye. "Thank You" was all that she said.

Nikita watched Madeline depart with a smile on her face. Now they were ready. The meet could take place.

************

The sun was half way in its path across the sky, as Rashid Marouf studied his new guests over the rim of his Brandy Snifter. They had arrived at his palatial San Diego estate early yesterday morning. As was customary in his line of work, Rashid wanted to get to know his associates intimately before any business was engaged. This was a very dangerous industry. The reason he had not lost his life long ago was his propensity for caution and undoubtedly the ever-present hand of "Allah".

This tactic did not seem to sit well with his new guest. He portrays himself to be a man of action, this Culloum O'Grady. He is known in the industry for his clear headedness, quick whit and incomparable track record for his clandestine endeavors. Atsira's past was well known. He had chosen them to be the arm that would strike out revenge against the mangy dog of the west. This group was well ingrained into American society. They could slip in and out of locales where people of his heritage would stand out.

He roamed his eyes over one of the companions of Mr. O'Grady. She was a beauty that could not be surpassed. A prize beyond compare in his eyes. He was assured of her lithe grace, and her adeptness with children was apparent. He sensed strength under the surface. Deadly strength, skill and intelligence. She would be a very useful addition to any party.

Her little friend, Monique, worshiped the ground she walked on. Rashid was fully aware of the talents that Atsira was tapping into. He was looking forward to the challenge. He knew he could not hide much. He did know however, the power of distraction on young minds. His carefully laid plans would be his protection. This would be an interesting weekend.

*******

Monique looked up into Nikita's eyes. Her mind racing with the information that she was picking up. She was worried that she would not explain everything right. They had to understand the danger. Not to her, no definitely not to her.

"Be careful." Monique whispered to Nikita

"Oh I won't burn, the sun will just give me a tad bit of color." Nikita grinned. "You even put the sun block on me yourself, remember?"

Exasperated Monique reiterated her thoughts. "Listen, be careful of HIM."

Understanding dawned on Nikita's face. "Don't worry too much, luv. We have our own Angel watching out for you. Michael will always be here. Everything will be okay." Nikita put on her sunglasses and touched Monique's arm.

"Isn't it time for us to go over your studies?" Nikita said that louder than normal, she had to portray the image of caring governess. Caring was something that came naturally regarding her Charge. No matter what, this child would not be harmed or sacrificed. She would see to that with her own life.

Monique was frustrated. Nikita didn't understand her. She shook her head and mentally made a note to talk with Michael. She would be able to make him understand this a little easier. Nikita was the one is danger not her . . .

************

"Arrangements have been made, and plans are set my friend. May are union be prosperous. " Rashid held his glass up for a toast.

"I'm sure you will be pleased with our work, Mr. Marouf. We strive to be the best." Operations grinned and tossed by his Scotch. He knew the moment was about to arrive. He was in the process of giving Michael the signal when Rashid threw them an unexpected curve ball."

"I have one thing to ask my friend. I require a member from your entourage to accompany the delivery of our weapon of choice. It is highly sensitive, our shipment is due to arrive tomorrow."

Taken aback by this situation, Operations halts the take down of Marouf and his men. Picking up that something had gone dreadfully wrong, Monique left the confines of Nikita's care and walked up to the duplicate Culloum O'Grady. Seeing her approaching, Operations knew that something serious had gone wrong with this mission. He leaned forward picked up Monique and set her on his lap. She curled up, and looked into his eyes with impending dread. She nodded slightly for him to continue.

"I have a request from you. Please don't feel any obligation to honor this request, but it is… so simple. I ask Allah for your graciousness and compliance." The section's adversary made is way over to where Nikita was sitting.

Alerted by her Charges actions and Rashid's cryptic words, Nikita caught Michael's gaze. Both seasoned operatives had a feeling they were not going to like this request. Nikita shifted her attention back to her puzzling host.

"Such beauty. I am sorrowed by the fact that it will be leaving my presence." Rashid lifts Nikita's hand to his lips. "I ask that you allow me to extent my hospitality to your sweet companion. If my perceptions are correct, she should be able to handle acquiring the needed supplies for the business we have together." Slowly while trying to extract her hand, Nikita looks to Operations for guidance.

"Rashid as much as I'm sure Nikita is flattered by your request, I must confessed I am confused by it my friend. There is no need to obtain any extra supplies from your coffers for the simple explosion task that we have set out." Operations tried to hide is slight amusement at Michael's protective stare. What was he up to? We were ready for the takedown, now more intel is needed. "Ah, I did forget to neglect our minor change in plans. We would like the American people to know what they are up against. We want this to strike fear into the heartland. From our research, we found out that you have the facilities to store biohazard equipment. I require Nikita to pickup the nerve toxin Anthrax. That will be the base of our little weapon. It will harm the United States as it has never been harmed. They think their UN inspection team can wipe out our stockpiles. Fine, well Iraq will help those quantities decrease. Little does the US know it will be decreased on them" Rashid watched the surprise register on his guests' faces. Nikita was turning a lovely shade of alabaster. Their little child mind master hadn't caught it. He laughed outright. Yes, this was a fine game and he was the master. Operations saw red. This had turned from a simple takedown and debriefing to the potential loss of thousands of lives. Before he could open his mouth. Nikita slowly came to her feet.

"My dear sir, I would be honored to continue to be your guest. I am certain however that my associates are needed elsewhere to continue with the business at hand. I must ask Culloum however if this is can be permitted, since I would be shirking in my duties as Monique's Guardian." She caught Operations' gaze. It was lovely to see the surprise and utter astonishment reflected there.

Placing his hand on Nikita's shoulder, Michael caught her attention. "I'm sorry to say I can not permit your to stay unaccompanied. Could this invitation be included for two?"

Rashid knowing what game Michael was playing shook his head. "I am regretful that I can not fulfil that request. We have only room for one. It is settled then." He queried Operations and Nikita.

When Operations looked as if he would speak, she slowly shook her head. "If all goes well, we will be reunited in two days time. Please setup a communications package for me." Operations nodded. He knew she was going in blind. He also knew she was doing this to keep her Charge from being involved. Regardless of her motivation, there was no other choice.

Nikita walked over to Monique and knelt down. The young girl touched her cheek timidly. She knew what was at stake. She knew she might not see her mentor again. Over the past 3 weeks, she had come to love her. She was her strength. She also found out, Nikita was the Section's strength.

"Be careful, and come back to me." She embraced Nikita not wanting to let go.

"Hush little one. Our dark angel will always be there. I'll be back." This was whispered into Monique's ear. Monique would not let go until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw the same sorrow in Gray/Green eyes. He was worried. He led her away as Operations and Rashid made plans to meet two nights from now.

A soft knock pulled Nikita out of her revere. She halted her packing, and went to the door.

Michael silently walked in carrying all the supplies she might need for this unexpected turn of event. As he verbally checked over the gear with Nikita, his mind was going in circle. He knew she was a capable operative, but this adversary was dangerous. He could lose her.

Nikita started to put the various assortments of armament and communication devices back into the rucksack. The warm breath that was toying with the hair on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. She slowly turned to face Michael. Her lungs stopped workings as they always did when he was so close. Her heart stopped at the sorrow, worry and dare she say love that reflected in his gorgeous eyes.

He pulled her into his arms, and let her body mold into his. He mentally gave her his strength knowing she might need it.

"I'm sorry . . . I . . ."

Nikita put her finger on his lips as her knees shook. "I'm coming back. I can handle this."

She tentatively leaned in and brushed his lips with hers. Not that the passion wasn't there, but this was a melding of their hearts. Their souls met and their worries abounded knowing what was at risk. Not only did she risk her life, but for the first time she understood she held a part of his soul. She needed to come back for him. His hand stroked up and down her back. Tears lodged into his throat. He didn't want to think of "the what ifs" but they kept coming in.

Their kiss deepened, and their embrace tightened. So little time. Nikita pulled back first with her heart shining on her face.

"It's time. Take care of Monique for me, and maybe when I get back you can read me a bedtime story?" Her try at levity was a great attempt, but it failed.

Michael pulled back slowly extending his hand to her face. His fingers ran over her smooth skin, as her eyes slowly shut. Lips pressed against her forehead as she barely heard the words said against her skin. "Come back to me . . . please."

Nikita opened her eyes to the sight of a black jacket walking out the door.

************

"What do you mean we have lost contact? I need to know where she is located at all times. 30 minutes gone. We need to find her. NOW Birkhoff!" Operations stormed out of the communications center.

Birkhoff shuddered. Everyone was on edge. Once the Agency knew what they were really dealing with, the microscope lens was lowered. It was almost like they were on close quarter stand by. It was amazing the reactions. They all knew that Nikita was a good operative, but with this scenario. Ugh, they would have sent the best from all lines of government. This was huge. All wondered if she could handle this.

It was funny. Out of all these hardened Section Operatives, Monique the child was the calmest. She knew what Nikita could handle. She also knew the best what could happen if Nikita couldn't. Her dreams were not settling. Michael had to stay with her since they returned from San Diego. Nikita wouldn't leave her or Michael. For that fact alone she knew that she would make it out alive. Mission would be completed. The question was how would she be when she got out.

"Sir, the Amphitrite Yacht just came back on screen." Birkhoff buzzed Operations and Madeline. "She's right off the coast at Puerto Nuevo in Baja Mexico. They should be in US waters within 2 hours."

"Alert teams 1 and 2. Tell them to split into watches. We aren't going in until we get the okay from Nikita. Are we sure her comm unit is working?"

"Yes sir, we are picking up conversations. Michael and Walter are monitoring in observations. From what I've heard she has held up well. Apparently her host is getting a little forward, boy is she . . . uh annoyed."

"If I wanted your opinion Birkhoff, I would have asked. Continue with rolling out plans for tomorrow night. Have HazMat housekeeping ready to roll."

Operations stomped out of the room with Madeline at his heal. As they reached his office, he dissuaded her from following with one look. Muttering that she should be filling out a report, Madeline headed toward her office. Even she knew when to back off from him.

Operations secured his office. He paced back and forth wearing the fibers out of the government issued rugs in his office. The pressure was on, and he had to sit back and rely on a semi-reliable operative to handle this mission. Thank god he got Monique out of the picture, if she was involved he knew Nikita would protect her at the risk of a huge loss of life. But then again, she was the one who had gotten Monique out of the way. She might get this taken care of yet.

Depressing a hidden latch at his desk, a hidden door to his office popped open. With insurmountable energy, Hunter ran forth and jumped on Operations' lap. As smile burst out as his hidden secret lapped at his face. As he petted his new companion, he let his head fall back in exhaustion.

For the rest of the afternoon, Madeline swore she heard a puppy. She really must think about taking Bradley up on his vacation invitation. She was seriously starting to hear things.

************

"Ah welcome my friends, welcome. It is so good to see you again. Come in and join me for diner. It will be served momentarily." Said the spider to the fly.

Operations observed Rashid. "And where is your lovely borrowed companion? I expected to have heard from her before this. Nikita is not one to shirk her responsibilities."

"Ah do not worry so. She was feeling a little under the weather. She will be down shortly." Rashid said with a gleam in his eyes.

Something was up and Michael didn't like it. Early this am, Nikita's communication signal was jammed. They hadn't been in contact with her for 11 hours. That was why this meeting had taken place. It was planned to have this fiasco completed before this point, but the loss of communications was a major set back. Worry creased Michael's brow. She had better be all right, if not he would personally put a bullet through his "gracious" host's eyes.

As the group situated themselves out on the starlight patio for dinner, a tiny whisper of fabric and jingle of jewelry halted the conversation. In unison, all heads turned to see a vision of beauty greet them. The scene was quite horrific to Nikita. She presented herself, hoping that her illustrious leader and his sidekick would see the signal in her eyes. As if they were sitting in an English parlor having tea and talking about the weather, all rose as she walked to front stage. Politeness in the backyard of a terrorist, how ironic could that be?

"Ah my sweet Nikita, what a gift it is to have you join us." Rashid cooed softly. His eyes raking over Nikita's scantily clad body. "Out of courtesy for my country's customs, Nikita has donned herself with a type of dress from my country."

Nikita almost choked, ** like she had a choice. ** "Courtesy and respecting ones heritage was ingrained into me at a young age. I always aim to please." She sweetly smiled and lowered her lashes at her colleagues.

** I think they heard their jaws hit the floor in Japan ** Nikita silently laughed. ** If they didn't get that hint, I bring a brick next time. Then again a glock would be perfect right now. **

Michael assessed the scene in front of him. Nikita in the moonlight dressed in a lavender Arab harem outfit. Her Azure eyes lined with kohl making them stand out just like an Aquamarine would in among a pile of diamonds. Her hair in ringlets hung down like spun moonbeams. Gauzy fabric covered her face from her eyes down. The short halter clung to her chest and ended just below her breasts. The wispy scarves that were tied together as a pant set hung delicately off her hips. If the wind blew, she would be standing there naked. Upon closer inspection with his astute eyes, her noticed delicate cords of iridescent blue wound their way around her arms, abdomen and legs. She was the picture of absolute beauty.

Rashid offered her a chair but she refused. Sitting down could cause a nationwide catastrophe. She wasn't willing to die yet. As she sipped her wine she moved along the pool just on the edge of conversation. Rashid had told her to be silent he wanted to spring the surprise, for the time being she would follow that course. She had no choice.

As a light meal was finished, business was commenced. "I am impressed with your fortitude my friends knowing that you are in such proximity of the deadly Anthrax. Never fear you shall receive it as I have promised."

Operations made a slight shift in his chair letting Birkhoff know to queue the teams on his mark. "I am so sorry to have to leave so early, but plans must be made and destruction must be done. Where is the package?"

"Nikita, please come forward. Intricate cording don't you think gentlemen?" He laughed as realization dawned on the Section Operatives. It wasn't blue cording at all. It was tubing filled with Anthrax wrapped around every inch of Nikita's skin.

Michael's skin began to crawl. Operations had a sick feeling in his gut. This was a monstrosity. A sadistic thought brought about by a sick person.

Birkhoff studied the screen, Anthrax in the shape of a female body. It couldn't be. He clicked his microphone. "Get her slowly out of there Michael. HazMat is standing by. For God sake don't let her make any sudden moves."

With a sign from Operations, Nikita slowly withdrew and headed for the side gate. She knew she had to get out of here. She knew the future of the nation literally was on her shoulders. If she came through this emotionally okay, she herself would be surprised.

"Oh Nikita just a moment." Rashid made his way to the ethereal looking blonde. "I think you might want this." He handed her a remote triggering device. "I don't want to push this button accidentally."

Her body shook as she turned around to leave slowly as his laughter filled her ears. Little did he have to laugh about when he turned around. He faced the barrel of Operations' gun, as Michael was just finishing up with his elite guards.

"It's so hard to get good help these days. Tsk tsk" was the last thing Rashid said before Michael's fist hit his mouth.

The take down was in progress, but nobody breathed a sigh of relief until the all clear was given from the HazMat team. After the tubing was removed and secured, Nikita turned around and did what females have been known to do. She promptly fainted.

All hell broke lose, it took an hour until everyone calmed down. She had fainted. Anthrax was contained. Who had ever heard of a Section Operative fainting? But it happened, and Operations had mentally wished he could join her. She at least she slept the sleep of the exhausted.

As they returned to their Section transport, Michael had propped Nikita up against his shoulder and was wiping a cool compress to her forehead. He leaned in, and as quietly as he could say against her temple "You came back . . ."

Birkhoff looked up from his computer with a smug on his face. Walter was never going to believe this one.

************

As the Section Van pulled into receiving, a tiny black hair child raced through the departing operatives. She had to see for herself if her angels were alive. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uh Kita, can I have an outfit like that too?"

All operatives stopped turned around and burst out laughing as Nikita blushed from head to toe. They hadn't woken her up so she could change her clothes.

** How embarrassing! ** Nikita stopped, knelt down and enveloped her Charge in a huge hug right in front of her enrapt audience.

"I think I could arrange that, but I'm going to have to wait until your 18. Deal?" A slender hand ruffled Monique's hair.

Remembering her other concern, Monique turned around looking for Michael. She should have known, he was right behind Nikita as he always was. She grinned as he lifted her into his arms.

"See I told you I'd bring her back."

"I know thank you."

"Want a fairytale tonight?" Michael made his way toward Monique's quarters with Nikita in tow.

"Uhm . . . Well . . ." Monique looked at Madeline over Michael's shoulder. "I kind of have to pack before bed." She said softly

"Pack?" Nikita turned towards the Psych Ops as well. "Where is she going?"

Slowly she made her way toward them. "Monique has picked out which scholastic endeavor she wants to study. We have arranged for her to be sent to a private Academy that will be able to help her. She leaves in the morning."

Madeline took in the anguish faces of her two best operatives. In their minds they knew it wouldn't last, but their hearts were breaking. They didn't show any reaction. They couldn't. Monique apparently liked this idea and they didn't want her to be upset. They didn't want her to see how much this would effect them.

"You can debrief in the morning. Go ahead and tuck her in." Madeline sighed. She watched the pseudo family making their way to Monique's room. It was a sight that none forgot. The gypsy, the dark angel and their Charge making their way through the Section. It was as close as Section came to being normal since the dark angel walked the halls with two other companions. But that was so long ago. The memory were buried deep. Their pain was faded. This pain however would last a while.

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Epilogue

Monique had fallen asleep between her two angels. They protected her from the harsh realities of the institution that was the Section.

Nikita held Michael's gaze as their hands met on top of Monique's small head. Fairytales had been told. Tears where those of joy and sorrow, but mostly joy. Through Monique, they were able to experience a life that wasn't supposed to be known to a Section Operative. Even if it was for a little while, it was worth it. They came away with a better understanding of themselves and their surroundings. Maybe a little of their Charge rubbed off on them. Maybe to put it more accurately they had been Monique's Charges. She had guided them into another level of understanding themselves and as well as those around them.

"Bedtime story my place tomorrow night?" Nikita queried almost asleep. Her hand still linked with Michael's.

Quietly as answer came back. "Only if you wear the harem outfit . . ."

And the Section was never the same . . .

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