“Section One is not as invisible as it likes to think it is.” Nikita smiled.

“That may be true. In any case, you shouldn’t be relieved. But I’m curious as to why you are.”

Nikita sighed and swallowed again. “I’m relieved because I know my husband works for you.”

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

“How do you know Michael works for us?” Madeline inquired, obviously put out that she wouldn’t be able to spring that volatile tidbit herself.

Nikita was happy to see that she had at least caught the woman off guard with her revelation. However, she was not in a position to reveal anything at the moment. Her orders from Kiril and his superior had been explicit. Instead of replying, Nikita focused on a silver button of the woman’s elegant black pantsuit and waited for her to continue.

“Michael is a very important person here. But that doesn’t mean you will be treated any differently than our other…guests.”

Nikita almost snickered aloud at the word Madeline used to describe her prisoners. The situation wasn’t exactly humorous, however, and she was afraid she’d set the severe woman off if she laughed at her.

“It appears we’ve underestimated you.” Madeline inclined her head in deference to the younger woman’s cunning. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re really Andrei Chernek’s daughter.”

Again, Nikita remained silent, swallowing as discreetly as possible given that her stomach was about to embarrass her miserably. This was the worst occasion for her to appear weak.

“You were aware of Michael’s actual intention to seduce you in order to get to your father, yet you still married him.” Madeline stepped closer. “What was your motivation for doing so?”

Nikita inwardly bristled at the woman’s words. She and Michael had been conning each other throughout their precarious relationship, but the one thing Nikita was very sure of, despite their inauspicious beginning, was Michael’s love for her.

“Michael and I married each other for personal reasons.” Nikita affirmed while contemplating the nature of the woman’s association with Michael. “My father had nothing to do with it.”

“That’s your opinion.” Madeline gave her a pitying look. “But then again, you’re closer to the situation than I am.”

She wasn’t sure she could take much more of the woman’s irritating presence or the morning sickness. “Can we speed this along here?”

“The pace of this interrogation is up to you.”

“Kewl. You know, I only had a slice of pizza for lunch and it is really disagreeing with me now.”

“Are you ill?”

Nikita nodded weakly as she glanced around at the room’s pristine whiteness. “If you don’t want it to get colorful in here, I’d bring me some saltines and a glass of water.”

“Tea would be better.” Madeline advised.

“Whatever.” Nikita groaned as she leaned forward and lowered her dizzy head. “You’ll be wearing my lunch if you don’t hurry.”

“I’d be happy to oblige, Nikita. But first, I need to know who you work for.”

“You’re a relentless bitch, aren’t you?” Nikita said irritably, taking deep breaths to keep from hurling.

Madeline seemed unperturbed by Nikita’s insult. “Who do you work for?”

“I don’t work for anyone. At least not in the way you think. I’m supposed to give you a contact number in the event of my capture, but if you want information about who they are, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“Why not?” Madeline reached out and placed her fingers beneath Nikita’s chin, tilting her head upward.

“Because I don’t know anything about them.” Nikita shook her wild blond locks from her eyes as she stared up at the determined woman. “Other then what I need to know. And I know they’re on your side.”

“Did they recruit you specifically for Chernek?”

“Do you want the number or not?” Nikita asked angrily between clenched teeth. “That’s all I’m giving you.”

Madeline dropped her hand and averted her eyes as she contemplated her next move. “Alright, Nikita. We’ll play it your way. For now.”

Nikita lowered her head again and rattled off the numbers she recited in her head nearly every day for memory’s sake.

“I’ll return shortly.” Madeline nodded and turned towards the door.

“Wait!” Nikita’s head shot upward again and she grimaced at the wave of nausea her hasty action caused. “Can I see Michael?”

Madeline turned back to her as the heavy door scraped open and she gave Nikita that benign smile again. “We’ll see.”

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

Michael’s gaze never wavered from the live feed coming from the White Room, even with Toni chattering incessantly behind him. He knew she was as concerned for Nikita’s welfare as he but her prattling was only adding more fuel to his already turbulent emotions.

While they had been watching Madeline’s surprisingly tame interrogation of his wife, Toni had worried aloud about Nikita’s untreated injuries, her obvious bout with morning sickness, and her apparent discomfort at being shackled into the hard, steel chair.

If she hadn’t been causing a minor scene by pounding on his locked office door and screeching for him to let her in, Michael would never had let Toni inside. Her overbearing presence was a blaring intrusion into the peaceful confines he needed to deal with the sudden turn for the worse his life had taken. Now he was ready to throw her out of his office so he could be alone with his thoughts.

But Toni had quieted immediately upon Nikita’s admission that she knew Michael was an operative for Section One. That had set off another maelstrom of emotions within Michael and he felt as if his head would explode. His heart ached for her, especially when he thought of the hell she had been through the last few hours. He knew she had to be feeling frightened and alone now.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel angry at Nikita’s duplicity. He knew it was unwarranted given his own deception. While he’d been investigating her past and contemplating the possible reasons for her secrecy, he had never imagined the secret would be as catastrophic as this.

Then guilt and shame set in when he thought back to all the times he had lied to her about his ‘business trips’ and his various injuries. He felt foolish now upon realizing she had known the whole time. Or had she? How far back to her knowledge of his true profession go?

“Do you think she’s telling the truth?” Toni asked as she leaned over his shoulder and continued to watch Nikita.

“About what?” Michael sighed wearily as his eyes caressed Nikita’s image.

“About everything.”

“She has no reason to lie now.” Michael replied, more to himself than Toni.

At the moment, he was more concerned for the state of his marriage than anything else. When he reflected back on his relationship with Nikita, he forced himself to remember how much they loved each other. In spite of the circumstances, he still believed Nikita’s feelings for him were genuine, especially upon hearing her assert to Madeline that they had married each other for personal reasons unrelated to Chernek.

Despite the comfort her words gave him, however, he couldn’t help but worry about another issue that had been plaguing him. Michael inclined his head towards Toni. “The man that you saw with Nikita...”

Behind him, Toni was uncomfortably silent and Michael sensed her agitation. He reluctantly tore his eyes from his laptop and swiveled his chair towards her.

“What about him?” Toni asked as she began nervously twisting the hair at the nape of her neck, a telltale flush slowly suffusing her face.

Michael didn’t want to make an already uncomfortable situation any more strained for her. He was more than curious about Nikita’s relationship with the mysterious man, but Michael realized any answers he needed concerning him would have to come from his wife.

“Nothing.” Michael turned back to his laptop, took one last look at Nikita, and logged off his terminal.

“Michael.” Toni began as she moved to his side and frowned down at him. “I understand that you might be a little pissed at Nikita right now, but remember that you haven’t been the perfect husband either.”

“I know.”

“That guy is probably a colleague and nothing more. Not that you have room to feel cheated if he was. After all, you were sleeping with Lisa and Andrea while you were with Nikita.”

Michael stood and buttoned his coat, ignoring the statement his protégé had just made. Sleeping with Lisa Fanning had been Section-ordered, but it had been a betrayal just the same. Which was why he had gone to great lengths to find another way into Andrea’s files without having sex with her. Playing mind games with the mentally deficient profiler and letting her think their flirtation might be consummated had netted him the same results, and Madeline was none the wiser. He had nearly lost his life because of it, but more importantly, he had remained faithful to Nikita.

However, Michael didn’t feel the need to explain this to Toni. She was already privy to too many intimate details of his and Nikita’s marriage as it was. He pushed back his chair and he moved passed her to the door.

“She asked for you.” Toni trailed him. “Are you going to see her?”

“That’s up to Operations.” Michael told her.

Toni grabbed his arm to stop him as he made to exit the office. “What happens to her now?”

“That’s up to him as well.”

“Michael, you are way too calm about this whole thing!” Toni erupted suddenly. “Yell! Throw something! Beat somebody up!”

“What purpose would that serve?” Michael asked coolly, inwardly amused at her outburst in spite of his despondency.

Toni released Michael’s arm with a disgusted snort. “You are so fucking rational. It really gets on my nerves.”

“Can I go now?”

“Where are you going?”

“To see Operations.”

“Well I’m going with you.” Toni glared at him. “If it concerns Nikita, I want to be there. And I dare you to stop me.”

As if I ever could, Michael thought in exasperation as he followed her from the room.

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

Nikita gave the tall brunette who stood before her a grateful smile as she munched slowly on the saltine she’d just placed in Nikita’s mouth.

“What time is it?” Nikita asked wearily between chews as her eyelids drooped.

“A quarter past nine.”

“That early?” Nikita shifted her sore body in the seat for the umpteenth time. “Can you free my hands? I promise I won’t try anything.” “Sorry.” The woman replied without consolation. She held a cup of tea in her hands and Nikita inclined her head towards it. Obliging her silent request, the woman held the cup to Nikita’s lips and she took a sip.

Leaning her head back against the chair’s hard headrest, Nikita closed her fatigued eyes. Not only to rest them, but also to avoid the curious scrutiny with which the other woman regarded her. Nikita wondered if the pretty operative knew who she was and if she knew Michael personally.

The recent onslaught of jealous thoughts was something of a quandary to Nikita. When Michael would arrive home from one of his ‘business trips’, she had always been too relieved that he’d returned to her safely to be concerned with whom he spent his time with when he was not with her. Then she had met Toni, who was vivacious and attractive, and Nikita’s latent jealousy couldn’t help but surface at the thought of the type of women Michael worked with.

Now that everything was out in the open, she had a lot of questions for her mysterious husband. About Simone, and Toni, and his life before Section. And she knew he undoubtedly had a slew of questions for her. Wryly, Nikita surmised that interrogation with Madeline now seemed more enjoyable than facing Michael. “Are you feeling better?” The woman asked politely.

Nikita opened her eyes and stared back at her. “Yes, thank you.”

“Would you like another cracker?” The woman gestured toward the plate on the portable cart next to the chair.

“Can I have a pillow instead? My ass is killing me.” Nikita wriggled her derriere and arched her stiff back. She understood their need to restrain her, but surely they weren’t go to keep her in this miserable chair all night?

The woman didn’t answer her and Nikita sighed with resignation. She’d tossed and turned last night and she’d missed her afternoon nap, so she was exhausted. Deciding to make the most of an unalterable situation, Nikita leaned her head back again and closed her eyes, determined to at least get a catnap before Miss Madeline confronted her again.

As luck would have it, she heard the door open seconds later and Nikita silently cursed her ill-fated circumstances. She listened with trepidation as Madeline’s ominously echoing footsteps drew nearer. But when she opened her eyes, it wasn’t the enigmatic woman who stood before her.

Heart pounding violently and uneasiness rising steadily, Nikita’s eyes reluctantly traveled up the rigid, black-clad torso until they clashed with the unfathomable, emerald eyes of her husband.

“Hello, Nikita.”

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

Nikita’s emotions were in such chaos that she was unable to return Michael’s greeting as she stared up at him. She was so elated that he had finally come to see her that she forgot for a moment how dire their lives were now.

Clenching her bound hands in frustration, Nikita wished she could break free of the restraints that kept her from launching herself in his arms. Her eyes drunk in the sight of him, mapping his virile features with tender regard and his eyes, roving leisurely over her, were doing the same.

“How are you feeling?” Michael asked, the look of love in his eyes morphing into one of concern, his gaze resting briefly on her abdomen before returning to her face.

“Not too well, actually.” Nikita managed to find her voice and a tiny smile. Her heart rate had accelerated and her throat felt thick from threatening tears. Maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings, but this Michael seemed different from her Michael, the one that she had promised to love, honor, and cherish. It wasn’t the sophisticated, black designer suit he wore, nor was it the way he’d forced his usually loose curls off his face and behind his ears. Something about him was a bit off, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

“Can you excuse us please?” Michael was addressing the female operative, but his gaze remained focused on Nikita.

The woman had been watching their exchange with interest, but at Michael’s firm request, she scooted out of the room quickly, the metal door shutting with a haunting clang behind her.

Once she was gone, Michael wasted no time in reaching forward to gently touch Nikita’s face, his fingers grasping her chin lightly as he slowly turned her face from side to side. His eyes flickered to hers and held for a brief moment before shifting and continuing to examine her now treated injuries. He raised his other hand and smoothed her wild mane of blond hair back from her face.

His features never changed very much with the change in his emotions, but Nikita could tell when Michael was irate. His eyes would glow a brighter shade of green, his lips would press together tightly, and a small muscle would tick in his jaw.

He was three for three.

Despite the minor show of compassion his actions revealed, he was still upset with her. And at that moment, it suddenly dawned on Nikita that it was Michael’s demeanor that seemed so foreign to her. He was still soft-spoken and controlled, but beneath his usual persona was a subdued, dangerous undercurrent and a detached manner that put Nikita on guard. At this point, she wasn’t sure what to expect from him -- support, condemnation, or interrogation.

Michael dropped his hands and stepped back from her to walk slowly around the confining room. Nikita followed his progress until he came to a stop, leaned back against a wall, and attached a small, white object to it. Then he straightened and walked back to her, folding his arms over his chest.

Precious seconds flew by as he continued his intense perusal before he finally decided to speak. “Why did you marry me?”

Of all the things she had expected him to ask her, that question hadn’t been one of them. That he even felt the need to inquire about something so obvious put her on the defensive and she mutinously raised her chin, her cerulean eyes flashing angrily. “Why did you marry me?”

Michael rubbed his hand over his mouth in irritation. He tilted his head sideways and gave her a hard look meant to bring her in line. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nikita goaded him intentionally, put out that he wasn’t falling on his knees before her and declaring his undying love and loyalty.

“Don’t test me, Nikita.”

“Then stop asking stupid questions.” Nikita’s voice hardened deliberately to mask her hurt feelings. “I married you because I love you. And I didn’t tell you about me for the same reason you didn’t tell me about yourself -- I couldn’t.”

Michael knelt before her with sudden urgency then, his hands resting on top of hers, thumbs stroking her wrists lightly.

“We only have a few seconds of insulation left and we can’t do this now.” Michael cocked his head towards the corner ceiling, and though she couldn’t see it, Nikita grasped his silent message that there was a surveillance camera present.

Understanding his desire for their discussion to continue in privacy, her anger dissipated a little. Now was not the time to discuss their personal problems, but Nikita didn’t want his apparent confusion regarding their marriage to remain unclear. “When?”

“When we get you out of here.” Michael told her confidently.

Nikita couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel as he so clearly did. But he did work for these people, so maybe he knew something she didn’t. With a tired sigh, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. “I don’t suppose we could just kiss and make up?”

Michael’s mouth curved slightly in a noncommittal response, but she noted with relief that the adoring look he’d been giving her before had returned.

“So what happens now?” Nikita asked with dread.

“We’ll have to see.” He whispered back as his fingers slid up her bare arms to cover the goose pimples dotting her silky skin. She’d been taken from the loft dressed only in her skimpy, pink bathrobe and the temperature in the room was steadily dipping.

“I’m sorry, Michael.”

Michael closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead lovingly against hers. “So am I.”

He allowed the contact for a fleeting moment, then stood, retrieved the little device, and moved towards the door.

“Michael!” Nikita cried out in apprehension, her voice a hoarse whisper caused by exhaustion and mental strain.

“It’s okay.” Michael went back to her, understanding her sudden fear at his leaving. Unconcerned about surveillance now, he cupped her cheek, his finger smoothing gently over her swollen lower lip. Then his hand slid down the satiny column of her throat, skimmed over her breasts, and stopped to rest protectively over her slightly rounded abdomen. “I’ll come back later.”

Nikita blinked back the threatening tears again and gave him a weak smile. Michael removed his hand, gently tapped her beneath her chin, and walked towards the door. As he opened it, he turned to give her a reassuring look before closing the door behind him.

Her spirits revived after her husband’s visit, Nikita felt hope seeping into the pit of near despair she’d been wallowing in earlier. Emotionally wasted and physically drained, Nikita dropped her chin to her chest and a few minutes later, drifted into fitful slumber.

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

“You wanted to see me?”

Turning away from Madeline, Operations watched Michael enter the aerie. He halted a few inches from them and stood rigidly before them, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. Operations took a moment to examine the Level Five operative, genuinely concerned for the younger man’s state of mind. He seemed as placid and inscrutable as ever, but the light drumming of his fingers against his thigh gave away Michael’s true turmoil.

Finding out Nikita was an anti-operative didn’t sit well with Operations either. He couldn’t help but think of Roberta and feel guilty knowing it was her daughter they had imprisoned in the White Room. And she was pregnant with Roberta’s grandchild.

Her first grandchild.

That had been one of the topics of conversation during their dinner together nearly two months ago. Roberta had glowed at the thought of being a grandmother, not aware then that her wish would soon come to fruition. And her motherly pride in Nikita and Michael had been overwhelming, revealing the fierce love she held for her family. Roberta had come a long way from the dour drunk she had been.

His guilt was further escalated when Operations remembered he had purposely failed to contact her after their dinner date. He had thought he could have just one evening with Roberta and leave it at that, but spending time with her had only revealed more of her winsome personality to him. If he had seen her again, he would have become irreversibly hooked and he couldn’t risk that. He regretted the cowardly way he’d chosen to duck out of her life, but his rudeness would go a long way in encouraging Roberta not to contact him.

Pushing aside his personal thoughts, he cleared his throat and addressed Michael. “Nikita was telling the truth. We’ve been in contact with her people.”

“And?”

“And, apparently the agency she’s working for reports directly to the Russian government.”

Michael processed the information in silence, his eyes shifting to stare out of the large window behind Operations and Madeline.

“We spoke with a man named Sergei Uborov.” Madeline continued. “Are you familiar with him?”

“No.” Michael’s eyes focused on them again. “He was a little before your time.” Operations acknowledged. “Uborov is a former general and now the leader of the organization Nikita works for. Despite the situation, he didn’t seem too worried about Nikita’s welfare.”

“Why not?”

“Like Nikita, he seems to think as long as she’s with her husband’s people, she’s in no danger.”

“Will you meet with him?”

“Yes. They don’t appear to be a hostile entity and they’re apparently working on the right side of the law. We’re not sure when, however, since his organization is experiencing a crisis situation at present. It might be a day or so. He’s warned us, however, that should any harm come to Nikita, they will declare war on the Section.”

“How would they do that?”

Madeline spoke up. “Apparently, Nikita has a tracker imbedded in her ankle. She must have activated it when she was captured.”

“So they’re aware of our existence and our location.” Operations sighed, clearly not happy with the new turn of events.

“How will we proceed?” Michael asked.

“We wait to meet with Uborov. He hasn’t given me any details, but if we can’t work out a solution between us, then we may have to turn this matter over to the agency and Uborov’s government. I’m consulting with George in a few hours.”

“What about Nikita?” Michael averted his eyes as he voiced the question.

“For now, she’ll be moved to level seven until the situation is resolved.” Madeline told him. “Don’t worry, Michael. We don’t view her as a threat -- yet. She’ll receive the best of care while you’re in Slovenia.”

“I’ve decided to take Antonia off your team.” Operations informed him, his gracious decision based more on Nikita’s being Roberta’s daughter rather than her being Michael’s wife. “Nikita may not feel so threatened with her around and she’s close to the situation.”

“Thank you.” Michael’s benign expression was almost grateful. “Is that all?”

“That’s all.” Operations dismissed him, but not before issuing a firm order. “Go get some rest. I don’t want any screw ups tomorrow.”

With a nod, Michael left the aerie and Operations knew with a certainty his orders would be ignored. Michael would be on level seven as soon as he got the opportunity. Knowing the younger man's loyalty would most likely be with Nikita rather than Section, Operations had reluctantly placed a watch on him.

Madeline turned to Operations and gave him a warm smile. “Things aren’t as grim as they seem.”

Operations laughed scornfully. “They’re worse. George will have a field day with this.”

Noting the stress lines creasing his forehead and the corners of his mouth, Madeline touched his shoulder. “You need a break. Would you like to join me for a late dinner?”

“No, thank you.” Operations shrugged her hand away and picked up his PDA. He had been very successful in weaning himself from any personal contact with Madeline and he wanted to keep it that way. “I’ll grab something later.”

Though his back was to her, Operations knew she was still there and the knowledge made him tense and wary. He could feel those beautiful, dark eyes of hers boring into his back. Eventually, Madeline walked passed him and exited the loft and Operations breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag as he began mentally bracing himself for his meeting with George.

Toni walked briskly towards the White Room, anxious to begin implementing her new orders. Twenty minutes ago she had been half-heartedly studying the parameters of the Slovenia profile, too worried about Nikita to really concentrate, when she had received the summons from Madeline.

When she’d been informed that she was being taken out of play indefinitely to, in effect, baby-sit Nikita, Toni had felt immense relief. She’d wasted no time in selecting the two operatives that Madeline insisted she take along as guards before making a beeline for the White Room. As they approached Nikita’s temporary jail, she nodded at two other operatives standing sentry outside and one of them dutifully opened the door for her.

The sight of Nikita slumped forward in the chair, asleep and obviously uncomfortable, ignited Toni’s protective instincts. She had put aside her pique over Nikita’s deceit hours ago, telling herself they were even and there was too much at stake to not let bygones be bygones. At the moment, she was more concerned about Nikita’s health and her pregnancy.

“Release her.” Toni jerked her head at one of the operatives as she moved forward and reached out to cradle Nikita’s face in her hands.

“Hmm?” Nikita murmured drowsily, raising her face towards Toni, eyes still closed. “Michael?”

“Nikita.” Toni gently shook the blonde’s head. “Wake up. It’s me…Toni.”

There was a loud clink as the restraints slid apart and Nikita’s eyes flew open, the blue orbs wide with surprise as they focused on Toni. Upon recognition, a slow smile split the bruised lips. “Hey, you.”

“Hey.” Toni swallowed a lump as she smoothed the blond hair back from Nikita’s forehead. “I’ve come to take you some place more comfortable.”

“God, I love you.” Nikita whispered with exaggerated relief and Toni couldn’t help but grin. Spy or not, this was the same old Nikita that had quickly become her cherished friend in a short span of time.

“If only you were 6’2”, muscular, and male.” Toni quipped as she helped a wobbly Nikita stand.

Wriggling her numb limbs to stimulate them, Nikita placed an arm around Toni’s shoulder and lowered her voice. “Where’s Michael?”

“Don’t worry.” Toni kept a supporting arm around Nikita’s slim waist as she walked her towards the door. “He’s close by.”

With their two shadows tailing them, Toni escorted Nikita to level seven in silence. Lord, she had so many questions for her, but Toni had been warned by Madeline to be discreet in the presence of other agents. It was a little too late for that, Toni thought. The news that Michael’s counter-operative wife was amongst them was all over Section by now. In regards to gossip, the supposedly all-business military organization was no different than any other workplace.

They arrived at Nikita’s new quarters and Toni looked around the sparse room approvingly. Although it was a mere step upward in comfort, it was larger than the White room and square in shape. A large bed occupied the middle of the room, a straight-back metal chair sat in a corner, and an alcove near the door housed a small bathroom.

Toni led Nikita towards the bed and helped her sit down. The items she’d requisitioned earlier were placed in the center of the foam mattress, neatly encased in a sterile, plastic bag. Toni reached for it and began emptying out items, casting a dismissive glance over her shoulder at the lingering guards. “You can go now.”

Both men hesitated a moment, exchanging uncertain looks.

Exasperated, Toni turned and closed her hand over the gun resting in a holster attached beneath her arm. “Madeline has put me in charge and I say go. She’s not going to harm me.”

Properly chastised, the two men exited the room, leaving Nikita and Toni suddenly and uncomfortably alone. Toni kept her eyes lowered as she pulled a shapeless, gray sweat suit from the bag, the kind they usually issued to recruits. “It’s not much, but it’s warm.”

“As long as its something to wear.” Nikita replied as she pulled the garments onto her lap.

Toni’s eyes slid sideways and she discovered Nikita staring at her intently. She quickly averted her eyes and said awkwardly. “Uh…they should be bringing you something to eat shortly.”

Nikita’s hand came into view as it grasped Toni’s forearm and squeezed it affectionately. “Are you mad at me too?”

Toni’s gaze remained focused on the bag as she pulled out a bar of soap and a toothbrush. “No.” Then she sighed and looked directly into Nikita’s tired blue eyes. “Well, at first I was. But I figure we’re even.”

Nikita nodded and ran both hands through her messy hair in an effort to tame it.

“I’m not sure what to say to you.” Toni continued awkwardly.

Nikita’s brows arched in surprise as she eyed her friend. “It’s still me, Toni.”

“I know.” Toni deposited a tiny tube of toothpaste into the growing pile of toiletries. “It’s just…weird.”

“Yeah, it is.” Nikita tugged playfully at Toni’s sleeve, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “But we’re cool?”

Toni stopped and smiled back at the beautiful blond. This was still the vibrant Nikita that she’d formed a respectful bond of friendship with. Her status as an opposing operative didn’t change that. Any more than her being a Section operative changed the person Toni had been before she’d come to this God forsaken place.

“We’re cool.” Toni placed a hand over Nikita’s and rubbed it briskly.

Nikita patted Toni’s hand in return, then abruptly released it. “Enough with the mushy stuff. Can I take a shower?”

“Oh, yeah.” Toni handed Nikita the soap and clean towels, trying to think of a delicate way to broach the subject that was foremost in her mind. “Um…Nikita?”

“Yeah?” Nikita rose slowly from the bed and looked down at the smaller brunette.

“I need to ask a question -- and you don’t have to answer it -- but I really need to know the truth.” The words tumbled clumsily from Toni’s mouth.

“About what?” Nikita prodded her patiently.

“About your affair.”

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

“My affair?” Nikita frowned with perplexity as she stared down at Toni. Then comprehension dawned quickly and her eyes rounded slightly. “Oh…”

“Yeah, oh.” Toni mimicked, her demeanor serious. “Did you really have an affair with that man?”

Pulling Toni with her as she sat back down, Nikita leaned in close and whispered urgently. “Did you tell Michael about him?”

Grimacing, Toni replied in hushed tones. “We saw him leaving the loft and I kinda let it slip that I’d seen him before.”

“Toni!”

“I’m sorry!” Toni held out her hands. “Besides, I didn’t come right out and say you two were lovers. I just think everyone assumed. Or maybe they just think he’s a colleague.”

“What does Michael think?” Nikita snapped, clearly not concerned with anyone else’s opinion of her.

Toni shrugged, wary of Nikita’s intense glare. “I’m not sure. He asked me about him, but before I could think of an answer, he dropped the subject.”

“Great.” Nikita muttered.

“You have nothing to worry about if you didn’t sleep with him.” Toni reasoned. Then raised a black brow and returned Nikita’s glare. “Did you?”

“No.” Nikita whispered indignantly, as if Toni should know better than to believe such a thing. “I had to lie to you so you wouldn’t suspect the truth.”

“Thank God!” Toni breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her hand to her breast.

Nikita smirked. “You really need to get a life, Toni. Some of those guards were pretty cute.”

“Let’s not go there again.” Toni rolled her eyes, then frowned when another thought hit her. “Hey, wait a minute. If you weren’t having an affair with him, why was he shoving his tongue down your throat?”

Nikita sighed and shook her head at Toni’s graphic choice of words. “What you saw was me doing a poor job of letting him down easy. He didn’t approve of me marrying Michael, especially knowing who he really was. He thought it would be over once my father was caught, but when he found out I was pregnant, he got scared. And a little desperate.”

Toni held up her hands. “Slow down and start from the beginning. How did you know who Michael was?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Well tell me something.”

Nikita took a deep breath. “His name is Kiril. When I first came to work for…the organization, he was my mentor. Like Michael is yours.”

Toni’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know Michael is my mentor?”

Nikita smiled. “I could tell by the way he bossed you around. And by the way you looked at him for approval every time you opened your mouth to speak.”

With a snort, Toni propped her hands on her hips. “I’m going to have to start being a little more rebellious.”

Nikita laughed. “Anyway, he was different from most of the men I’d come in contact with. I had a huge crush on him. He was handsome. A little dangerous. Quiet and mysterious. And he had this beautiful accent. My mom and I have a weakness for men with accents.”

Toni frowned. “Are we talking about Michael or Kiril?”

Nikita took a swipe at her and Toni ducked. “Just listen. I didn’t think Kiril returned my feelings. And by the time they were ready to send me back to my mom, my romantic feelings had changed to strictly platonic ones. I cared for him as a friend.”

“But he really was in love with you?”

“So he says. I never got seriously involved with anyone until I met Michael. And that’s when Kiril decided to reveal his feelings. And that’s all I’m going to tell you.”

“It’s enough for now.” Toni decided not to push for more details, even though she had a million more questions. “As long as you’re not screwing around.”

Nikita stood up and stretched. “I’m going to take my shower now. Are you going to be here when I come back?”

“Nikita, I can’t stay.” Toni looked at her watch with regret, noting that she’d spent far too much time here already.

Madeline had explicitly warned her that she was not to visit overlong. Toni didn’t see what harm there would be in staying with Nikita, especially since Operations hadn’t yet labeled her as a hostile. But since Madeline was her superior, Toni had no choice but to follow instructions if she wanted to be able to continue to watch over her friend.

“Can I see Michael?” Nikita asked hopefully.

“I’m sure he’ll come to see you as soon as he’s able.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I’m your guardian angel until further notice.”

Nikita wearily scrubbed her hand across her face. “Or until they decide to dispose of me.”

“Do you really think Michael would let them harm you, especially with you being pregnant?” Toni propped her hands on her hips.

Nikita still looked troubled in spite of Toni’s confidence. “He’s not in charge around here. He has no choice but to follow orders.”

Toni’s eyes twinkled devilishly and a knowing grin spread across her face. “Nikita, you have nothing to worry about. You may know a lot about Michael, the man, but you’ve got a lot to learn about Michael, the machine.”

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

After a shower and a fairly decent meal, Nikita had crawled onto the hard mattress of the strange looking bed and fallen asleep immediately. She had to have slept a good six hours, but when she started awake, she still felt groggy and fatigued. Stretching beneath the thin blanket, Nikita’s hand instinctively drifted to her abdomen to protectively massage the tiny life that lay beneath it. With her other hand, she pulled the sweatshirt away from her tender breasts, the rough fabric having grazed her sensitive nipples uncomfortably.

She lay staring up at the ceiling, agonizing about the possible outcomes of her precarious situation and wondering at Michael’s whereabouts. What was he doing at this hour, whatever hour it was?

Nikita reflected back on the last day that they had been together before all hell had broken loose. Michael had had a whole day off and he had suggested a variety of things they could do, concerned that she was spending too much time cooped up in the loft alone. But she had been holding deep within her a desperate sense of foreboding and she hadn’t wanted to do anything but lie in bed with him all day, safe from the secrets that threatened their being together.

She recalled that day with a soft smile and slowly rising desire. Their day had consisted of making love, sleeping, making love, and sleeping some more. They’d left the bed only a couple of times, when Michael had insisted on feeding her and the baby and sharing a leisurely bath.

Nikita wasn’t sure then what had ignited her need to cling to Michael. Maybe it had been the renewed regret she felt at the path she’d chosen that fateful day when Kiril had approached her with a compelling offer. Or the sense of impending doom that had settled menacingly over her heart after Toni had stumbled upon she and Kiril in the park.

Whatever the catalyst had been, it had made her want to confess all to Michael and beg him to run away with her. Now here she was, imprisoned with only a tiny hope of being freed. She should have listened to her intuition.

She rolled her sore body into a more comfortable position, deciding to catch a few more minutes of rest when the door swung open, casting a shaft of light across the bed into the darkened room. Nikita opened her eyes and squinted against the brightness, making out the silhouette of a black-clad operative before the door was closed firmly, enveloping the room in semi-darkness again.

Fearful of the man’s silence and his daunting appearance, Nikita sat up in alarm, clutching her arms protectively around her.

“It’s me, Nikita.” A hushed, accented voice said soothingly.

“Michael.” Nikita breathed a sigh of relief. She slipped from the bed and rushed towards him, but the room was suddenly illuminated with light and she pulled up short, startled by her husband’s appearance.

Over the past months, she had imagined many times how Michael might look like when he was out saving the world. Never had she visualized he would look as dangerous and imposing as he did now. He was dressed in snug black pants, a gun strapped to his thigh. A black jacket wrapped around him and fell just below his hips and black gloves encased his hands. His chestnut hair was pulled back from his forehead and temples, gathered at the crown with an elastic band, emphasizing his wide forehead and piercing eyes.

“What’s going on?” She asked uncertainly.

Michael moved closer to her, his eyes examining her features before answering. “I have to go out.”

“On a mission?”

When he only stared down at her, Nikita gave a short laugh. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have asked.”

Michael’s hand reached up out of habit to run a thumb across her brow. “Feeling better?”

“A bit.” Nikita murmured, her hands sliding up his waist to rest on his chest as she pressed her body closer, her lips parting as she tilted her head up to him.

He grasped the wandering hands and squeezed them lightly as he whispered. “Not here, Nikita.”

With a sigh, she lowered her hands and balanced them on her slim hips. “Where have you been?”

Nikita noticed for the first time the duffel bag slung over Michael’s shoulder as he pulled it off and handed it to her. “I brought you some things.”

She took the bag and placed it on the bed as Michael covertly pulled out the small device he’d used the night before and walked towards the wall near the door. Nikita unzipped the bag and smiled as she removed articles of her clothing -- jeans, underwear, blouses, a sweater, a pair of shoes. Michael must have gone back to the loft last night. He’d even remembered to bring her prenatal vitamins and Nikita immediately unscrewed the top and popped a large tablet into her mouth.

Michael came up beside her and turned her towards him, his expression serious as he spoke. “We have two minutes. Has Madeline talked to you?”

Nikita swallowed down the tablet before answering. “Not since last night. What time is it anyway?”

“Five in the morning.” Michael’s hands gripped her forearms. “Nikita, your people have been contacted, but there will be a delay in their arrival. If anything goes wrong between now and then, I want you to be prepared.”

“Prepared for what?” Her eyes searched his face in confusion, her hands gravitating to his hips of their own volition.

“To escape.”

Nikita’s eyes widened. “Michael, they wouldn’t harm me, would they?”

“If you know about the Section, then you should know they can be merciless. If they’re threatened by you or your organization, they would take steps to neutralize you.”

“By killing me?” She asked frightened.

“No. More likely by recruiting you. To keep you from revealing their existence to the outside world. Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

“But I’m pregnant.”

“Doesn’t matter. They’ll take the baby away from us, then recruit you.”

Nikita’s hand fluttered to her belly again. “But how can we escape from here?”

“I can get us out. Be ready in case it comes to that.”

“Michael, my mother. She’ll be worried if she doesn’t hear from us.”

“I left a message for her. She’ll think we’ve taken a sudden vacation.”

Unable to imagine a life on the run without ever seeing Roberta again, Nikita said vehemently. “I’m not leaving her.”

“Of course not. We’ll take her with us.”

Nikita closed her eyes in trepidation and shook her head slightly. “God, what have we gotten ourselves into?”

“Nikita.” Michael said urgently, squeezing her arms firmly until she opened her eyes to look at him again. “I need to know that you can do this.”

“For our baby, yes I can.” Nikita replied with conviction.

Michael caressed her cheek, his eyes communicating reassurance. Then he turned away from her to retrieve his device, preparing to leave her yet again. “I have to go.”

Nikita frowned in exasperation at his single-mindedness. “Don’t I even get a kiss goodbye?”

Turning, Michael walked slowly back to her, his eyes glittering. He paused in front of her, lids half closed as his gaze fell on her mouth. His hand curved over her hip, then snaked around her waist to draw her to him. Nikita swallowed hard at the feral look he gave her, her heart slamming into her chest as he lowered his head and closed his mouth over hers.

As he tongue slipped past her pliant lips, his fingers slipped into the waistband of her sweatpants to caress the swell of her bottom. His slick tongue stroked sensually against hers and she leaned into him, her fingers clutching at the material of his combat jacket, legs turning to mush. His other hand slid up the back of her sweatshirt, skimming the silky skin as it curved under her arm towards her breast. Nikita trembled in anticipation as his fingers moved with maddening slowness and just as they grazed the soft underside of her breast, he released her and swiftly removed his hands.

Nikita’s eyes flew open in frustration, her aroused body swaying slightly, to discover Michael gazing back at her with equal passion. But he recovered more quickly than she did as the look vanished and his expression was once again an unreadable mask.

Michael took a step back and Nikita silently cursed him for his control and herself for her lack of it. Here they were, their lives in danger, and all she could think about was ripping off those sinfully tight pants and…

Her train of thought was halted by the bemused look Michael was giving her. “Behave yourself.” Michael commanded softly, reaching out to skim his thumb over her moist lower lip before turning to leave.

“It’s the hormones.” Nikita mumbled as she ran a shaky hand through her hair, smirking at his retreating form. “How long will you be gone?”

“A day maybe.”

“Will you come to see me again?”

“I’m breaking protocol by being here now. Until this is resolved, visits probably won’t be allowed.”

Nikita’s eyes fell appreciatively on his muscular thighs, encased in the snug black fabric and her gaze wandered seductively up his strong body to settle on his face once again. “Not even a conjugal one?”

The corner of his mouth curved slightly as he pulled open the door. “I said behave yourself.”

When he was gone, Nikita heaved a disappointed sigh, flung the back pack onto the floor, and climbed back into bed to sleep off her ardor.

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

Two days later, Operations stood in the Committee room with Madeline, Michael and the two heads of the organization Nikita Wirth worked for.

Sergei Uborov was a big man, tall and thick, with massive arms and shoulders and a barrel chest. His hair was white due to his sixty plus years and buzz cut. His eyes were blue and so pale they were almost invisible. His facial features were rugged and angular, made more so by the severe white beard that covered his jaw. He was dressed impeccably in a sharply pressed black suit, a black turtleneck beneath it and a gold band with a centered onyx stone decorated his right hand.

Operations hadn’t expected someone this robust and majestic. The few pictures he’d seen of the former general were at least ten or fifteen years old and save for the white hair and age lines creasing his face, he looked almost the same. Despite his advanced age, he seemed far from ready to retire.

Next to Uborov stood a younger man, also tall, with white-blond hair and icy blue eyes. He’d been introduced as Kiril Volkov, Uborov’s second in command and Nikita’s trainer. He hadn’t uttered a word since he and his leader had boldly entered Section One by themselves under heavy guard, with none of their own bodyguards or backup. Both men had refused to begin discussions until Nikita was brought before them as proof that she was physically unharmed.

“Antonia should be here with Nikita any minute.” Madeline broke the tense silence.

Uborov merely nodded while Kiril Volkov kept his gaze unwaveringly on Michael, who stood by himself on the other side of the room. The two of them had been engaged in a staring match for quite a few minutes, each sizing the other up as competition in more ways than one. Operations would have been amused had the reason for the meeting not been so grave, and though Volkov was a few inches taller and a bit more dangerous looking, Operations would bet money on Michael if the two ever went at it.

Finally, Nikita and Antonia, followed by two Section operatives, entered the Committee room and Uborov’s stern façade faded quickly into a brilliant smile.

“Nikita!” He held out his meaty arms and when Nikita stepped into them, she was crushed in a mighty hug and kissed soundly on the forehead. “So good to see you, child!”

“Sergei.” Nikita smiled warmly back at the old man as he held her away from him and looked her up and down.

“Pregnancy becomes you.” Uborov grinned, his voice thickly accented and gravelly. He squeezed Nikita again and chucked her beneath her chin. “What a beauty! How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Just fine.” Nikita’s smile faded a little as she looked towards Volkov to acknowledge him. “Kiril.”

“Nikita.” Volkov inclined his head, his eyes roaming over his former pupil’s face as she stepped forward. He gave her a gentle smile and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

Operations noticed Michael’s eyes narrow slightly at the exchange. He had no need to worry about his wife’s loyalty however. Nikita stepped away from Volkov, dutifully walked towards her husband to stand next to him, and waited patiently for the meeting to begin.

“Well, now that everyone’s here.” Operations gestured towards the circular seats. “Let’s get comfortable.”

“It seems that we have a conflict of interest here.” Uborov began as he settled his bulky frame on the too firm chair.

“Yes. Incredible that our governments weren’t aware of each others’ interest in Chernek.”

“I believe it is because we both want him so much.”

“True. But someone has to back off here.” Operations asserted.

“I don’t see why.” Uborov protested. “When we became aware of Michael’s identity, we were at first concerned. But since Section One’s resources are considerably larger than our own, we decided the situation might work to our advantage.”

“Just how did you know of Michael’s identity?”

“You are familiar with Rene Dian, Michael’s former colleague?”

“Of course.” Operations gaze swiveled to Michael, who remained impassive despite the mention of his former comrade.

“He and his faction ventured into our jurisdiction. They bombed a factory that provided weapons for the French military and killed hundreds of our citizens. Kiril was handling that personally and in researching the group’s history came across a photo of Michael and the bombing that led to his induction into Section One.” Uborov slanted Michael and Nikita a glance. “Of course, he recognized him immediately as he keeps a close watch on Nikita. A little digging and some information from a contact at MI-6…it wasn’t hard to put things together.”

“And even though you knew the real motive for Michael’s interest, you ordered Nikita to marry him to gain access to our organization if we were to happen upon Chernek first?” Madeline surmised.

“Nikita was told of Michael’s identity, but the choice to marry him was entirely up to her. With or without him, we still would have pursued Chernek.” He gave Madeline a sharp look. “Unlike you, our operatives are not recruited from prison, but the military. They are not subject the same severe standards. If they chose to leave the organization, there are no fatal repercussions unless they reveal our existence and our secrets. Since Nikita is not a full-fledged operative, and has no knowledge of the inner workings of our group, she is able to do whatever she pleases where her personal life is concerned.”

“Not a full-fledged operative?” Operations glanced at the beautifully deceptive blonde.

“No. We trained her, but we did not utilize her in an active capacity. She was sent out on a few assignments early on, but that was to prepare her for situations that would call on her to act as an operative.”

“So she was recruited specifically to snare Chernek.” Madeline nodded. “Is she really his daughter?”

“Of course she is. She bears a strong resemblance to him, don’t you think?” Uborov smiled fondly at Nikita. “We were aware of her existence, despite Andrei’s efforts to keep his former life a secret. I’m rather ashamed now to say we exploited her weaknesses. She and her mother were very poor, Roberta was a pitiful alcoholic, and Nikita was living on the streets. We sent Kiril to recruit her with the offer of money to help relieve her situation. She is a very wealthy young woman.”

“And she played the role of a working class woman and resentful abandoned daughter quite well.” Madeline gave Nikita an acid smile.

“Why not just monitor her for contact?” Operations wanted to know.

“For the same reason you sent Michael to establish a personal relationship with her.” Uborov replied. “We needed to be on the inside. Tell me, what were you going to do once Andrei revealed himself?”

Operations raised an eyebrow. “Kill him. What else?”

Uborov shook his head. “Typical American reaction.”

“You had other plans?”

“Do you realize what a fount of information Andrei is? If you kill him, his organization does not fold. One of his men takes over and it’s business as usual.”

“You were going to have Nikita infiltrate her father’s organization?” Madeline guessed.

“Exactly.” Uborov jabbed a finger in her direction. “We had hoped he would eventually bring her inside, divulge to her the details of his activities once she earned his trust. Think of the knowledge there is to be gained. The groups he has dealt with. The technology and weapons he has created. Decimating his organization that way would be more prudent and help in the destruction of others.”

“Sound reasoning.” Operations admitted reluctantly. He had harbored the same ideas in the early stages of the mission, but George had insisted that simply killing Chernek was their best course of action.

“Our plans were skewed a bit when your Michael entered the picture.” Uborov continued. “Nikita chose to marry and now is to be a mother. However, it occurred to us that if Andrei were to finally reunite with his daughter, he might want to bring his son-in-law into the family business.”

“So you figured we’d let Michael infiltrate Chernek’s operation in the hopes of getting to him that way.”

“Actually, we would have made our presence known to you if that happened in the hope that we could work together.”

“Well.” Operations looked towards Michael again to see how he was taking in all this information, but the Level Five operative had no intention of exposing himself given the blank stare he gave his superior.

Operations gave Madeline a questioning glance before returning his attention to Uborov. “Now that we know our objectives coincide, what do we do now?”

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

Michael held his breath and felt Nikita tense beside him as they helplessly waited for their leaders to decide their fate. He had remained quiet while Operations and Uborov had discussed the events leading up to this meeting, but he was now prepared to plead their case in the event that they decided to separate him and Nikita.

While the two older men conversed, Nikita had inched closer and closer to Michael until she was now pressed against his side. She’d only looked at him once, when she had first entered the room, and she’d kept her head bowed as the details of her affiliation with Uborov and his organization had been revealed.

It explained a lot to him. Nikita and Roberta’s miraculous recoveries from their Section-inflicted illnesses. Her disappearance from the streets. Her acceptance of his frequent absences. It all made sense now.

The one thing that ate him, however, was Nikita’s apparent willingness to use him to gain access to Section resources. His initial relationship with her had started in much the same way, but still, his male pride couldn’t help but be a little bruised.

“What do we do now?” Uborov thundered, repeating Operations’ query. “Send them home. As far as I’m concerned, things should proceed as usual.”

“There are other things to consider.” Madeline interjected. “Who gets Chernek?”

Uborov snorted and waived a dismissive hand at her. “What does it matter as long as our common goal is achieved? Once we know who Andrei’s allies are, we can split them down the middle and go after them separately. Everyone can share the accolades and both our governments will be happy.”

“A pleasant dream.” Operations sneered. “I’d have to run this by the Agency.” “You do that, then.” Uborov agreed. “My government has given me the final say in this matter. They don’t care how we get Andrei, as long as we get him.”

“So we just send Michael and Nikita back into their covers?” Madeline looked to Uborov for confirmation.

“Oh, I think this ceased to be simply a mission to them a long time ago.” Uborov grinned knowingly at the couple. “Besides, don’t you think Andrei would become suspicious if his son-in-law suddenly disappeared? Nothing has to change. In fact, Kiril has been working on securing their identities from Andrei’s enemies.”

“So that’s who attacked Nikita?” Michael finally spoke up, concerned about another possible attempt on his wife.

“Yes.” Uborov confirmed. “Andrei hit their organization -- we’re not sure why. They thought to kidnap Nikita as retaliation. As I’ve said, Kiril has taken steps to secure the initial trail that would lead to her and Roberta, in case someone wants to try again.”

“What about Chernek?”

“He will still be able to make contact. I’m sure he’s still monitoring you on occasion.”

“And you’re sure you can protect their position?” Operations pushed.

“Positive. We’ve even found them a new home, in a much more exclusive location.”

“I think we need to analyze this more before we make a final decision.” Madeline affirmed, ignoring the perturbed look Operations gave her.

“What is there to discuss?” Uborov persisted. “Nikita needs her husband. It’s the least you could do, seeing as you tried to kill her and her mother.”

Nikita’s head snapped up at that remark. Michael knew she had to have known of Sections’ involvement in her mysterious illness. Although she hadn’t voiced her displeasure aloud, she was still understandably angry about it. Michael also noticed that Kiril Volkov was silently dissecting him with his cold eyes. “I’m surprised that Michael even went along with it.” Uborov was saying. “A cruel thing for you to do. Fortunately, we were able to develop an antidote to your virus.”

“The plan was to make Nikita sick so as to draw out Chernek.” Operations felt a need to defend their actions and Michael. “We had no intention of letting her die, and Michael had no knowledge of the scenario until after Nikita fell ill.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Uborov glanced towards Michael. “Now I feel much better about sending her home with him.”

“As soon as we make some final decisions.” Madeline reaffirmed.

Uborov’s face reddened and his bushy white brows merged into a fierce frown as he leaned forward menacingly. “You will release Nikita immediately. She has done nothing wrong.”

“We have to have certain assurances before that can be done.”

Uborov stood abruptly, his mouth opened to protest more ferociously, but Operations shot to his feet to interrupt him. “One moment.” He turned and gave Madeline a look meant to draw her in line. “I am the one who makes the decisions around here.”

Properly reprimanded, Madeline looked away indignantly and Operations turned back to Uborov. “And I’ve decided to let Nikita return home with Michael to maintain their cover. Getting Chernek is the most important thing here.”

“I agree.” Uborov exhaled as he straightened the already perfect lapels of his suit. “I’m gladdened to know you are a man of reason.”

“Sometimes.” Operations gave a wry smile. “But we need to discuss this further. Coordinate our efforts so our end game will be the same.”

“Of course. Kiril and I can spare another day or so here.” Uborov rubbed his hands together. “But the hour is late and I’m in need of a good meal, some strong vodka, and a beautiful woman to share it with.” Uborov winked disarmingly at Madeline, who was still bristling. “Can we finish this tomorrow morning?”

“That would be fine.” Operations nodded and took Madeline’s elbow to guide her out. “I’m sure Michael will want to see to Nikita’s release. Why don’t you and Mr. Volkov join us for dinner in the Tower?”

Neither Michael nor Nikita moved as the others filed slowly out of the Committee room. Toni gave them both a thumbs up and a grin before following. Kiril Volkov, however, remained standing at the entrance, looking back at the couple.

Though Michael was giving him a daunting stare, it didn’t prevent Kiril from going to Nikita, taking her face in his hands, and pressing a kiss to both her cheeks. He leaned back and gave her a meaningful look. “I’ll be in touch.”

Without bothering to speak to Michael, whose fists were clinched tightly at his sides, Kiril turned and strode out of the area, finally leaving the couple alone.

Like rampant wildfire, unwarranted jealousy rapidly suffused Michael. He was aware of Nikita staring warily up at him, but he didn’t dare speak until his anger was firmly in check.

“There was never anything between us, Michael.” Nikita assured him, her statement accompanied by a ragged sigh.

Michael looked down at her, for the first time noticing the pronounced dark circles under her eyes and the weary set of her mouth. According to Toni, she hadn’t slept well the last couple of days and he set aside his jealousy and misgivings for a moment.

“You look tired.” Michael ran his hand over her shoulder and gently massaged her back.

“I am.” Nikita admitted as she leaned into him, her arms snaking around his waist. “But I’m more concerned about us at the moment. Can we talk about this now?”

“Not here.” Michael shook his head, feeling suddenly as spent as she did. As she slipped her hand into his, he lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a soft, possessive kiss. “Let’s go home.”

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

The loft was cold and dark when they entered it. Michael switched on the light and Nikita looked around the small foyer as she clutched his jacket around her. A place for everything and everything in its place. The apartment was neat and sterile. It didn’t look as if a fight for her life had taken place here a few days ago.

She shuddered as she passed the spot where one of her assailants had met his demise, then shuddered again when she realized she had killed for the third time in her life. As usual, Nikita pushed the conflicting emotions to the back of her mind rather than deal with the pain. It had been self-defense after all. The man had been a terrorist and intent on harming her.

Kill or be killed¸ Kiril had always told her.

Nikita watched Michael as he drew his gun and begin to make a circuit of their home, checking for more intruders. She wondered how many times he had done that when she had not been present.

Walking to the sofa, she tossed her duffel bag onto the floor and flopped down onto the cushions. Michael glanced at her as he came out of the kitchen and moved upstairs. He reappeared a minute later, holstering the gun beneath his arm again as he walked over to the sofa to stand before her.

“You should eat something.” He angled his head as he examined her.

“I’m not hungry.” Nikita yawned and sank further into the cushions. “Just tired.”

“You have to eat.” Michael urged gently. “Why don’t you go take bath while I make something?”

“Why don’t we talk instead?”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest and averted his gaze. He hadn’t said much as he had secreted her out of Section, only speaking when necessary. He’d remained mostly silent during the drive home as well. It hadn’t really bothered Nikita at the time, given that she had been exhausted and he had been loving and supportive during her imprisonment. Now, seeing the telltale tick of his jaw and the tight line of his mouth, she wondered if maybe she had been wrong in her assumption that he had already accepted and forgave her awful lie.

“Michael?”

He turned back to her, his eyes meeting hers as his expression shuttered, effectively closing himself off from her. “We’re both tired, Nikita. Let’s sleep on it and we’ll talk in the morning.”

“I don’t want to go to bed until we clear the air.” Nikita pressed as she leaned forward and grabbed his hand, alarmed at his sudden aloofness.

“Now is not a good time.” Michael said firmly, his tone warning her to leave it alone.

Nikita stood up and deliberately moved her body close to his, intent on persuading him by invading his personal space as he so often did with her. “All of a sudden you’re mad? I thought we were okay?”

“We are.” Michael squeezed her hand, stroking it lightly with his thumb.

“I know you’re probably still a little pissed. That’s understandable.”

“Nikita, you’re looking for problems that aren’t there. I said we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

She wasn’t going to let him off that easy. Eyes narrowed, she pulled her hand from his and propped them on her hips. “So you’re okay with everything that’s happened?”

“Yes.” Michael answered coolly, but the revelatory muscle was ticking again.

Nikita didn’t buy that. She remembered her own reaction at Kiril’s bombshell regarding Michael’s true profession and the implications behind his pursuit of her. She’d been livid, but she’d also been more than sure that Michael had not been faking his feelings for her.

It had taken a lot of soul searching, secretly externalized anger, and Oscar-caliber acting for her to get over her hurt and anger. Therefore, she more than understood that he would have difficulty dealing with her deceit. In his defense, it had only been several days since he’d discovered the truth. She’d been dealing with his truth for over a year.

Coming so close to losing him had effectively destroyed all her patience where their marriage was concerned, however. She wanted everything out in the open and swiftly resolved so they could get on with their lives.

She was fearful of asking her next question, but she was determined to pry the truth from him. Nikita took a deep, fortifying breath before asking. “Is this about Kiril?”

She could have sworn his pupils dilated at the question. His eyes certainly looked stormier than usual. But as quickly as the look appeared, it vanished and Michael’s expression was cloaked again. “Of course not.”

“Because I told you there was nothing going on between us.” Nikita added lamely.

“And I told you we would talk about this in the morning.” Michael asserted a bit curtly and Nikita was taken aback by his tone.

Contrite, he smiled softly and leaned forward to brush his mouth against hers. “How about an omelet?”

Nikita stared after her husband as he disappeared into the kitchen, effectively ending their conversation and raising her apprehension. She obediently went upstairs to take her bath, and later ate the meal he prepared for her. They straightened the kitchen in silence and then went up to bed.

Nikita waited beneath the covers while Michael was in the bathroom, deciding to abandon any further attempts to draw him into a conversation about their dilemma. She would follow his suit and leave it until tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to be in his arms, and at least, reaffirm their physical connection.

Michael emerged from the bathroom later and slid into bed beside her. Her arms encircled his neck and she slipped a leg between his as he leaned over her and returned the passionate kiss she gave him. Just as Nikita was about to lose herself to desire, Michael gently rolled her onto her side, and curled up behind her, intent, it seemed, on simply going to sleep.

A long time later, Michael’s hard chest rose and fell steadily against her back as he slept, while Nikita lay awake, frustrated and disconcerted about her husband’s demeanor.

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

It was late and Operations sat in the Tower lounge with Sergei Uborov, both men nursing glasses of vodka and puffing leisurely on slim cigars. Madeline still hadn’t warmed up after her public chastisement and had left soon after the meal was over. Kiril, in a possible rut over losing Nikita, had gone back to his hotel.

Operations and Uborov had lingered, the two hitting it off once the dinner conversation had turned from Michael and Nikita to world politics and their days as young military men.

“You’re an excellent host, Paul.” Uborov expelled a puff of smoke as he settled comfortably in the plush leather chair.

“Thank you.” Operations grinned as he took a long drag from the cigar.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask a question pertaining to business?”

“Go ahead.”

“What happens to Michael once Andrei is captured? Will he be allowed to stay with his family?”

Operations leveled the older man with a hard stare. “No one gets out of Section.”

“Surely you can pull some strings. Michael has paid for his crimes a thousand times over. You said yourself he was your best man and you’ve already tapped him to replace you.”

“Which is exactly why I can’t let him go.” Operations replied honestly. “I don’t trust anyone else to run the Section. Besides, even if I wanted to free him, I couldn’t. It’s not up to me.”

Uborov nodded as he contemplated this, the smoke billowing from his cigar and causing his pale eyes to narrow. “Whose decision is it?”

“You seem quite interested in Nikita’s welfare.” Operations pointedly ignored his question. “Why is that?”

“I’ve grown rather fond of her.” Uborov smiled. “It would be a shame for that child to grow up without its father. And for Nikita to be without her husband.”

“I agree. But they knew the consequences before they got married. They’ll have to deal with it.”

“I can’t persuade you to change your mind?”

Operations shook his head, almost sadly. “Not this time. If I make exceptions for Michael, I’ll have to do it for everyone. Our business here is very serious, Sergei. I can’t allow my people to be distracted.”

Uborov nodded again and let the matter drop. “Another thing. You won’t try to recruit Nikita once this is over, will you?”

Laughing, Operations stubbed out his cigar. “The thought never crossed my mind.”

“I’m sure it did.” Uborov’s laugh was snide and humorless. “There would be brutal consequences should Nikita suddenly disappear after her father is apprehended.”

“Is that a threat?” Operations managed to keep smiling, his lips unmoving, his teeth clinched tightly.

“Of course not, Paul. Let’s not ruin our new friendship over unpleasantness, eh? I’m just thinking of the child. And of Nikita’s mother.” Uborov paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, then he gave a loud guffaw. “Roberta is quite a unique woman, is she not?”

His eyebrows rose a fraction as Operations leaned forward, erroneously revealing more interest than he should have. “Have you met her?”

Uborov was silent as he blew another whiff of smoke into the air. He picked up his drink and tipped it towards Operations. “A toast? To our fragile alliance.”

Hesitating for a moment, Operations also raised his glass, suspicion lurking in the back of his mind as he took a long drink.

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

When Michael awoke the next morning, the first thing he focused on was the creamy expanse of Nikita’s bare back. She sat on the edge of the bed, completely nude, her robe pooled about her hips as she smoothed lotion into her skin. He could smell the exotic scent of it and despite his lingering lethargy, his shaft began to stir with arousal. That she could evoke such a response from him without even touching him was a testament to the compelling emotional and physical bond they shared.

That he could have rejected her overture to make love last night because of his surprisingly tender male pride had him questioning his sanity. He had come close to losing her twice -- when she was attacked in the loft and when she was captured by Section. Yet all he had done when he’d finally gotten her back home safe and sound was rebuff her attempts to right the minor wrongs in their relationship.

Of course, he had every right to be angry, Michael thought as he watched Nikita idly stroke her hands over her shoulders. She had a right to be angry too, but she’d had a much longer time to come to terms with his deceit than he had. All while she had been ensconced in Section, he had been too worried about her life to dwell on her betrayal. But as soon as she had been released, all those pent-up emotions had surfaced and revealed themselves in the ugly way he had behaved last night.

It hadn’t helped that Kiril Volkov had kissed her right in front of him. That had only raised Michael’s ire and ignited his jealousy. Michael had believed Nikita when she had told him there was nothing between her and her former mentor. But Michael also sensed that Kiril was in love with Nikita. Men knew what other men were thinking. All the signs were there. And it didn’t matter to him that Nikita didn’t return Kiril’s affection. Just knowing some other man harbored romantic and sexual feelings for his wife was enough to evoke a primal feeling of belligerent possessiveness.

Right now, though, Michael’s prickly male pride was being rapidly overtaken by burgeoning lust. His gaze was riveted on Nikita’s talented fingers as they glided over her slender thighs. When she poured more lotion into her hand and began massaging it into her soft breasts, he couldn’t resist the lure of her body any longer.

Nikita was slightly startled when she felt the bed shake. She glanced over her shoulder to see Michael sitting up, his gray-green eyes sliding over her body with a fervent look she was all too familiar with.

Repressing the knowing smile that pulled at her lips, Nikita deliberately turned her lush body towards him. “Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well?”

Michael’s eyes latched onto her breasts, which had grown quite a few inches over the last several weeks. Nikita could feel the heat spreading through her body and her nipples puckering under the intense scrutiny of his gaze. The staccato rhythm of her heart increased and she held her breath as Michael reached out a hand towards her.

“What are you doing?” He asked in that sinfully sexy voice of his as he tugged the bottle of lotion from her hand.

“My skin has been really dry lately.” Nikita’s words came out in a strained whisper and she paused, licked her lips, and tried again. “Side effect of the pregnancy.”