Chris was back in Paris. She loved that city. She was sitting on the Metro #8, taking the Hotel-de-Ville direction. She changed to #14 on Madeleine. Jesus, she thought, she still had a session or two with that one ahead of her.

Long, slow strides were taking her toward Place du Tertre. She was meeting him. She was so nervous. She sat down in Café La Bohéme and ordered café au lait. Fresh spring breeze, mixed with the scent of oil paint, was playing with her auburn hair.

Artists, tourists, sun, bright colors. The scene was so alive and she was taking it in with all of her senses. God, how she missed this.

"Hallo." the soft, accented voice said to her.

She looked up, smiling softly. "Michael."

They hugged and he kissed her cheeks lightly.

"How've you been?" Michael asked, while ordering coffee. Black, of course.

"Shitty, actually." she grinned over her big cup.

"Why?"

"I just don't like the Iberian Peninsula, that's all. I think that 7 1/2 years have been more than enough!"

"That long." he said, almost absently. Like he was caught in his own train of thoughts.

"Yes" she laughed, "that long! 10 years in May!"

" A lot has happened since then." he whispered.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her cell phone rang.

"I have to go in.," she stated flatly after disconnecting.

"I'll give you a ride." he said and paid for the coffee.

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They were walking side by side along the long corridors of Section One. When they came in comm, Michael gave her a small nod and headed toward his office. She looked up and saw Madeline and Operations talking. They were expecting her.

"Who is she?" Nikita asked Walter, while returning her gear after just returning from a mission.

"Well, Sugar, that's Chris. She was Michael's material. She's been in this place for 10 years."

"10 years, but she..." Nikita started, shocked.

"She was 16." Walter cut her off.

"Were she and Michael…"

"Well, that question is someone else's to answer, but this girl is one of us, Sugar."

Meanwhile, in the Ops' perch.

"We're very glad to have you back."

"Yes, you certainly are an asset." Madeline picked up where Operations left.

Chris gave her a small smile, so cold, that Madeline probably felt frostbite. Operations felt the tension between the two women and cut in: "Christina, you have a week. Get settled in, rest. After that you'll be back on full status, resuming your responsibilities as a level 4 operative. That will be all."

"Thank you." Chris sad flatly and started leaving.

"One more thing, Christina." Madeline said, "Please, see me in my office in 30 minutes, thank you."

"Of course." Shit, that's exactly what she needed now!

She had 30 minutes. She went to systems, came behind Birkoff and gave him a gentle kiss on his left cheek.

"What the …, o my God, Chris!" Birkoff almost choked on an Oreo.

"Hey, Birk, guess who's back?"

"Whoa, that's cool. But what do I call you now, that you're a hot shot level 4 op?" he teased.

Chris snorted. "Go run a sim or something, well talk later."

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She was resting in a ready room, with exactly 13 more minutes to kill, after having a quick flirtatious conversation with Walter. Yes, it was good to be back, she thought!

She heard the slide door open.

"So, you're Chris." a husky female voice said matter-of-factly.

"Who wants to know?" Chris asked disinterested.

"Hello, I'm Nikita."

"Oh."

"So, you're Michael's material."

"Was." Here we go, she thought.

"Was what?" Nikita asked, a little puzzled.

"His material. Look, Nikita, we'll have to discuss this later. I have to go see Madeline, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to be chitchat. So, if you'll excuse me." With that, she left a slightly pissed-off Nikita in the ready room.

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"We need to talk."

Michael knew exactly what that meaningful look in her beautiful blue eyes meant and punched in the code to cut off the surveillance.

"So, who is she?" Nikita asked with a soft, but very demanding voice.

"Christina was my material 10 years ago. She was recruited when only 16 years old. About two years after she made it to full status, Simone died. Chris took it hard. She and Simone became very close after the beginning of the Vacek mission. Simone needed someone since she couldn't talk to me. And shortly after her death, Chris was transferred to a substation in Spain."

After finishing the speech, he almost gasped for air and a tiny thought crossed his mind: Am I being debriefed here?

Nikita was looking at him suspiciously, without making a comment.

Michael sighed. "She is a friend, Nikita."

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Chris walked in to Madeline's office. It was so impersonal, so high-tech. She liked the old dungeon style better. Besides, all the cool clothes were stored there. And this, … well this looked like a bio-lab of some sort.

Madeline offered her a chair. Chris looked at it suspiciously, checking for the tubes to be attached to her the minute her butt connected with the chair. But luckily there were none.

A cup of tea was waiting for her. She smelled it. Orange, with a teaspoon of chestnut honey. Her favorite. So, she thought, Madeline is playing friendly. Fine, two can play this game.

"That's my favorite, you remembered." she said gently.

"Yes. So, how are things, Christina?" asked Madeline very demandingly, while giving Chris a perfect motherly smile.

"Things are fine. I'm glad to be back." she said softly.

"You are." Madeline stated flatly, raising an eyebrow. In like split second the motherly smile vanished and Chris wandered if she only imagined it.

"Yes, I love Paris!" said Chris with faked enthusiasm and figured that at least that was true.

"So, how is your personal life?" asked Madeline with a hint of a small smile crossing her face.

"I don't have a personal life, remember!" Chris answered, slightly irritated, but her voice was very calm. She was determined, that Madeline is not going to get to her. Even though she was a little out of practice with her line of questioning.

"No?" Madeline asked. A hint of faked innocence in her voice.

"Not since Armand was killed, no."

"Yes. I am sorry about that incident." Madeline said.

"Well, I'm sure it couldn't be avoided." Chris said calmly. But inside her, there was the most vicious storm of emotions, destroying everything in its way.

"No, unfortunately, it couldn't." her voice full of faked compassion.

Chris was afraid she was going to throw-up. Right there on Madeline's desk. She was praying to God, that this would end. Real fast!

"That will be all, Christina. Go see Michael about your living arraignments.

"Thank you."

Jesus, did she just say thank you? Well she would have kissed the bitch if necessary, just so she could get out of there! Real fast!

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"How did it go?" Michael asked while driving her to her new apartment on Rue Gabrielle.

"It took soooo much control not to puke all over her! I'm telling you, she is the Queen bitch!" Chris said angrily.

"Yes, but you still got the place in your favorite part of the city. It's very artistic. You'll love it." Michael grinned. He was so glad she was back. She'll be good company for Nikita.If they don't put me to my early grave (for real this time), he thought, then I'll live forever. And that was a scary thought, too.

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It was an old house, but the security in her apartment was of a "star-trek" kind. Very cool. But so was the surveillance. She was just unpacking, when somebody knocked on her door.

"Who the hell…" she said and opened the door.

Nikita gave her a nod and just walked in.

"Well, hello Nikita. You certainly don't waste time! And please, do come in!"

Nikita gave her a very pissed look and opened her mouth to speak, but at the same time instinctively followed Chris's eyes which signaled her towards the small camera in the corner, above the door.

"I'm sorry to break in like this, but I got your address, and I thought you might need some help with settling down."

Chris was just starring at her, angry.

"I'm real good at tearing the walls down." Nikita said and gave her an apologetic eye.

"Yeah, I heard that about you. But this place looks like a nuclear disaster as it is. Why don't we go out for a cup of coffee? It is a beautiful day." Chris said while grabbing her black leather jacket.

They were striding toward Café La Bohéme, and Chris had this totally scary look on her face, which Nikita found to be very intimidating. And the silence. God, she was just like Michael!

They sat down and ordered two huge cups of café au lait and a couple of croissants.

"What in the God's name were you thinking?" Chris said after taking her first sip of coffee. Her voice was very calm, but also very cold. "I mean, I don't mind you coming over, but I knew exactly why you came. My apartment is under heavy surveillance, Nikita. Madeline and I are not exactly on friendly terms. Anyone will do, if he or she can be used against me. And you, not being exactly her pet-op, would be perfect. And the fact that we're both Michael's materials, would give the situation quite a kick. Let's not give her the pleasure, please." Chris continued calmly, her voice softening a little.

"Shit, you're right. I was thinking with my heart first. Again." Nikita said, shyly, "I'm really sorry, Chris. It's just that I get so…"

"Frustrated. Yeah, I know," Chris cut her off, "you're in love with Michael, but you don't know much about his past. I'm a part of his past you know nothing about. And I am a woman. You're pissed I understand that. But this is not a valuable reason to get us all killed, girl! You're missing the forest, because you're focusing on the trees too much!"

Nikita suddenly wished the ground under her would open wide and she'd fall into the abyss. "I know." she said in a whisper. "It's just that with you he's different than with me, that's all. With you he seems so relaxed, and with me he's always so tense."

"Well, he was different back then, than he is now, Nikita. He's been trough quite an ordeal these past years. Simone's death, twice, your "death", he lost Adam. It marks a person for life. He'll never again be the way I used to know him." Chris said with a sad voice. She was now sorry, that she burst out like that. This girl was, after all in a desperate need of a woman-to-woman talk.

"His greatest fear in the world is, that they will take you away from him, too." Chris continued. "You're his strength, Nikita, but he's afraid that they'll see you as a weakness. And you know weakness is not an acceptable thing in Section. He cares a great deal about you. Actually more than I've ever seen him care for anyone. And I mean anyone. He was a sorry image of himself those six months, while you were out."

Nikita froze at Chris's last statement. She felt a shiver go down her spine and unconsciously bit her lip. How could she know?!

Chris read her thoughts and continued: "Michael told me. And when you came back he naturally pulled away. Safety precaution. But you were impatient. You have no idea, how hurt he was, because of that fiasco with Jurgen!" Shit, Chris thought, but she needed to know, and he would never tell her. Too proud.

Nikita sighed deeply and swallowed back the tears.

"I know, why he's so careful, Nikita. I wasn't. And I lost the only thing that made sense in this chaos. I …", Chris stopped and cursed silently.

"Yes?" she answered her cell phone.

"Beatrix." a soft accented voice whispered.

"Yes."

"And bring Josephine along, too."

Chris had to let out a small chuckle. Maybe he can still be saved. A little at least. "We have to go in.", she said, already in mission mode.

That much on the topic: a week for settling in and resting, thank you.

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If only all the missions would be this simple. That was the first thought that crossed Chris's mind. She was standing by Walter's counter, thinking how good Operations must have felt when he told them that they'll be running this mission cold. And Michael and Nikita were on her team. How very convenient. Maddy must have thought about this a lot. She already made them a team. But hey, this one was easy. Michael – the leader, Nikita the distraction, and she will be making the hit.

"Ground control to Chris!" Walter almost shouted at her.

That brought her back her. She looked at him a little confused.

"Hey, I know that you'd rather not answer that call, but I have to know, what your weapon de jour will be!"

"Uhm, Ruger 22 with the silencer, please." she cleared her throat.

"Jeez, I sounded like I was buying some special brand of ham, didn't I?"

"Oh yeah, baby. And with that sexy voice. I could name a few dishes I would like to prepare with that ham! And with you for that matter." Walter started teasing.

"Oh Walter, you are so insensitive! You make me all horny and then send me off on a mission. Now, how am I supposed to concentrate?"

"Chrissie, why the Ruger?" Walter asked?

"I'm making a hit. Close range. Why?"

"Nothing. It's just that no one has asked for one in a while. It's a classic hitman gun, you know." Walter said, admiring the piece in his hands.

"Yeah, well, I'm a classic lady, ain't I?" she said, took the gun and smiled of toward van access.

They were supposed to whack this "big cheese" named Schneider in Vienna. Initial intel said nothing about an army of bodyguards. But all of a sudden there were about 10 of them. Nikita was pretty and all, but she couldn't possibly take them all out. And Michael was running the mission from the van. Chris had to help her.

"Michael, we're surrounded. You suggesting any special approach, or are we basically on our own here?" Nikita asked.

"Just make the hit. Whatever it takes." his voice cold.

Here we go, Chris thought. This was a test. How will they work together as a team? If both of them were in danger, which one would Michael save? Madeline was getting more vicious. In the old times she gave you a chance. At least first two to four missions, and then she'd pop you a surprise.

"All right, Nikita," Chris said seriously, "this is a setup by Maddy dearest. We'll have to use different approach. I know you're sensible about this, but they are all acceptable collateral in this case. It's either them or us."

Nikita nodded. She stepped in a room at the end of the hall, planted a tiny patch of C4 on the wall behind the door and winked at Chris.

"Mein Gott," Chris started screaming, "bitte helfen sie mir! Meine Schwester is unmächtig geworden!!" and thanked her lucky stars for learning languages real easy. All the hunks looked in her direction. Shit, she had this real tight knee-length skirt, a Ruger between her tights and was thinking, how somebody is going to pay for this. She looked at them sooo very helplessly, fragile and all. It worked. They went into that room like bees on honey and got whacked by Nikita. Chris ran down the hallway into Schneider's office, and did her job.

"It was a test." Michael said after they came back to the van.

"Yeah, no shit. I just hope we passed it the first time. You know, it's not very comfy running around with the Ruger between your tights." Chris said absently, massaging lightly her inner tights while sitting in a very unladylike pose.

She looked at Michael and Nikita and they all burst into laughter.

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It was not the brilliant strategy that saved their butts. No, it was damsels in distress act. It helped of course, that they were both lovely, and that the guys were very polite. And very dumb.

Michael was of course commended for his cool demeanor, and Nikita and Chris got yelled at by Ops for not following the mission profile. Yup, it was jus another day on the job. And Madeline just sat there quiet, studying them. She hasn't spoken a word. When Michael, Nikita and Chris left, Ops asked her: "Well, is it going to work, them being a team?"

"Yes, I believe so. They work very good together." Madeline answered with one of her smiles and then she swayed her hips back to her bio-office.

After the debrief Chris went down to the Med-lab to get her bruises tended. It hurt like hell when she walked. All she could think about was how stupid they must have looked when they came back to Section. Michael all cool and sexy in his standard gear. Then Nikita, full of grace, her long hair like a halo. And last, but certainly not least, her. Walking like she was riding a damn horse for the last three days! They surely were a balm for sore eyes. Some other team at Walter's counter laughed to tears, while returning their gear.

"Hey, Chrissy, don't go sticking a gun between your tights! There's plenty of men here!" Walter started teasing.

"Yeah, next time you feel wicked, just call me." an unfamiliar voice said.

Chris turned around and there he was. All tall and dark and handsome, piercing blue eyes. So delicious in that full mission gear. And very "talkative"!

"And who might you be?" she asked, pretending to be, oh soooo dangerous. Hey, she had a reputation to protect. After all, she was a level 4 op, one lean, … well, whatever machine.

"Tom Wagner. At you service, any time, night or day." the handsome operative answered, offering her his hand.

She took it, saying: "Thank you, Tom, But I think I'll stick to the Ruger. As Walter said, after all it is a classic." She then turned around, and "rode off" toward debriefing and all she could think was: Oh, my…

Tom was looking at her retreating posture, sighed deeply and said to Walter: "Man, put me on close quarters standby with her any time. And make it real close."

"Break her heart, boy, and I'll break your face! Is that clear?" Walter threatened to the young op.

"Whatever." Tom said absently. All he could think was: Man, I'm in love!

He closed his eyes, recalling her beauty. Long, untamable curls of auburn hair, big brown eyes, rimmed with a thin black line, long lashes, cute little nose, and lips. Beautiful, full, sensual lips. Oh God, those lips were just waiting to be possessed! By him.

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And all Nikita could think of was Michael laughing at Chris's remark about the Ruger. He actually laughed. Was she astounded, happy? Scared? She needed answers. She called Chris and they agreed to meet in La Bohéme.

Chris was just leaving Section to meet Nikita and was humming a tune. She passed Madeline, who called after her:

"Is there something wrong, Christina?"

"No, nothing's wrong, Madeline, why?"

"You seem so distant, occupied. You didn't even notice me."

"Oh, that. I'm fine, really. It's just a matter of selective perception. Some you see, others you don't, that's all." Chris said, thinking that she just went a little too far, but didn't really care.

"Then, everything is fine." Madeline said and pulled a smile out of her catalogue. The one with the warning label on it. And Chris pulled one of the blank stares out of Michael's catalogue. The one that said bite me, and walked away. Thinking of Tom Wagner. Oh my, did she just blush?

Back at her office, Madeline sat behind her computer and brought up Chris's file. She smiled. A real genuine smile.

"You are still the same, Christina."

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"So, you were about to tell me some things two days ago." Nikita broke the silence.

"Yes. I was about to tell you about Armand." Chris said. Her face softened. She looked almost sad. "He was my lover, back in Spain. Well, he wasn't just my lover; he was also my partner in the field. We were a team. A good one. We were warned, that personal relations between operatives were not allowed, but we lived from day to day, you know, take what you can."

"So, what happened?"

"Well, we didn't listen to them. Then one day in December, Armand and I got called in. Luis – our Operations – informed us, that Armand was requested for a special mission by Section One, and that I wasn't coming along. He was on close quarters standby. I felt that something was wrong. I mean, he was a Level 4 operative and top-secret missions were nothing unusual, but the fact that Section One requested him was bugging me. I smelled Madeline all over. And I was right. That was the last time I saw him."

Chris sighed; a single tear ran down her cheek. She remembered the last sweet kiss they shared that day in her apartment. In her bed. Right after they made love. And than the damn phone rang. She remembered so clearly, that it was just before the storm. The sky was so dark, the air moist and heavy.

The silence was getting heavy.

"I'm so sorry. What did you do?" Nikita asked gently, almost afraid to break Chris's thoughts.

"Do? There was nothing I could do. I thought I was going to die. It was like loosing a limb. I didn't feel whole anymore. They were very considerate, of course. I got two weeks down time. I went to see Michael. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't survive. I would just end it, there and then." Chris said, starring into nothing.

"So, you think I should stop hoping that Michael and I are going to be together one day." Nikita said with a very sad voice. Her eyes became dark blue. She couldn't fight the tears any longer. They started running down her pale cheeks. "I can't do that, Chris." she whispered.

"No.", Chris said to her surprise, "I think you should never stop hoping. If I could turn back the time, I'd do exactly as I did. What I'm saying here is that Michael has lost twice. Simone and Adam. I don't think he would survive loosing you, too. Give him time. He'll come around. I don't think he can hold on much longer, anyway. You are very hard to resist to!" Chris finished, smirking.

Nikita smiled and asked: "So, are you over him, yet?"

"No. I'll never be over him. But, it's been three years. I'm coming around again and I have beautiful memories to hold on to. I'll be just fine."

"Oh, listen, you made Michael laugh. How on earth did you do that?" Nikita couldn't help but ask.

"Man, we actually saw his teeth! I have no idea! But I know, that he has a great sense of humor. He just uses it rarely. We had quite a few laughs in past years. And cries. He's the best friend in the world to me."

They were silent for a few minutes. Enjoying each others company, great coffee and the atmosphere. It was a beautiful day. Blue sky, fresh, crisp air, sunshine. People were coming out of their houses like lizards out of their holes.

"So, who's that Tom Wagner character, anyway?" Chris asked, trying not to sound too interested."Wagner? Well, actually Tom is…"

Then, first Nikita's phone rang and a few seconds later Chris's.

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Nikita was behind her computer, working on a profile when the alarm went off.

"What's two pulses?" she asked Michael, who just walked in.

"Breach. A hostile is loose." Michael answered, coldly.

Chris was at the briefing with a few other operatives (no Tom, though. Too bad). The alarm went off. Two pulses. She went to Birkoff, who informed her about the so-called "White room incident".

So, somebody "held" Maddy by her throat for a short while. Chris smiled inwardly. All she could think was: Way to go, Boris!

But this was no time for jokes. They were just informed evacuation would take place shortly. And that was not a good thing. The Glass Curtain had all the data on Section. Chris wandered how Michael took the information about Sparks still being alive. She wandered if Simone was still… Hopefully not. For her sake as well as for his.

The evacuation was well organized. Nikita went to help Walter. She saw Chris helping Birkoff. Her mission was off. All the missions were off. It was scary. It was worse, than back then with the Red Cell having their directory. Glass Curtain had their coordinates!

"May I have your attention?" Operations' voice echoed through speakers. Everybody stopped dead in their tracks. He had their full attention. They were all to go to their primary anchor points and wait to be contacted. And he wished them good luck? Yes, he did. His voice was concerned!? The situation was catastrophic!

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Chris was back in her apartment. She was tired. Dead tired. She just had a very relaxing bath.

Ops actually incinerated Section One! Well he had to, but still… And Nikita had to go out in the field with him. Poor thing. Michael was worried sick. Not that it showed, but Chris knew him.

She had a little talk with him before they went home. "Michael, do yourself a favor. Invite yourself over for dinner."

"I can't…" Michael started.

"Yes, you can! We learned a good lesson today. Well, we learned it a long time ago. Today, we were reminded. Life is short, Michael. Especially for us! What, you think you'll live to be 83, living with Nikita in some beach house on Riviera, or something? Even if you live that long, I doubt that she'll wait that long. We both know how things work around here. Take what you can get! It's so obvious, that you love her, Michael. Don't cut yourself short. Not when she is in question, please." Chris said, almost pleading. They were silent for a moment.

"Thank you", Michael said, gifting her with a smile.

"Hey, get lucky first! You'll thank me later. But before you leave, what do you know about Tom Wagner?" Chris asked, smirking.

"Wagner, huh? I thought he might be your type." Michael grinned, "Wagner is actually a very good choice, Chris. No, seriously, Tom's O.K."

"Thank you." Chris said, kissing him on his cheeks, "Go now!"

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Somebody knocked. Twice. Chris flinched. She was on a sofa. She must have dozed off a little. The soft music was still playing. She turned on the monitor. Oh, GOD!! It was TOM!! Shit, she must look like hell. Well, she thought, it's now or never. If he likes you like this, he'll probably like you in any condition!

She opened the door, slowly.

"Hey, Tom, come in.", she said, feeling week in her knees. He was so gorgeous.

"Hey, beauty, I'm glad you're O.K. Did I just wake you? I'm so sorry. I'll stop by some other time." he said. He started to turn around.

"No, it's OK! Really. Please, come in.", Chris said quickly. She couldn't let him go now! Oh, my God, oh my God, … She closed the door and invited him to sit down. She started preparing some tea. The silence was getting real heavy, but she had a feeling he wanted to say something, so she was silent.

"Listen Chris, I know you probably get this a lot from guys, but I really like you. A lot. Actually, so much, that it frightens me!" Tom sad slowly. That entire "I'm so cool" act was gone. He was almost, well, shy. "All I could think about trough this whole incident was you. Where are you, are you safe, …", he continued, his voice barely audible.

Chris almost dropped the cups. She closed her eyes, thanked her lucky stars, and turned around to face him. "Actually, I don't. Get this a lot from guys, I mean. I usually scare them away with my sarcastic remarks. It's been a while since somebody thought I was worth a shot. I'm glad you thought I was worth it." she whispered the last sentence, her voice trembling.

She put the cups on the table and sat beside Tom.

"Thanks for worrying. To be honest, I thought about you, too." she said, looking at her cup.

Tom cupped her face, looked her in the eyes and whispered: "Thank you."

His nose was touching hers. She was so tense. The anticipation of the first kiss. She felt both, numb and so alive at the same time! And then it happened. His lips touched hers. Lightly at first. She was shivering. It has been such a long time!

He became more demanding. His lips possessed hers, his hands were exploring her body. Then he suddenly got up, took her in his arms and sad: "Directions to the bedroom, please." his voice was husky, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark and dangerous. Hey, who was she to say no, anyway!

Tom watched her sleep. Her hair was everywhere! She looked like a goddess. She was only partly covered by a sheet. His eyes traveled from her thigh, to her hip, to her perfectly shaped breast. He leaned to her small, beautiful ear and whispered: "I'm going to fall in love with you real bad. Just let me love you. You don't have to love me back."

Chris opened her eyes slowly and whispered back: "Too late for that."

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"What do you think they'll do?" Nikita asked Michael, while caressing his hand. He was finally hers. No mission, no hidden agenda. And he said, that he wanted them to be together.

"We'll have to see." he said, and then started kissing her neck. Nikita was paralyzed. All she could do was close her eyes and surrender. And what a sweet surrender that was!

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They all just witnessed a formal change of command. Right there in comm. Nikita was at Walter's counter. She looked at him, puzzled. He looked back at her, concerned. Chris and Tom were at Birkoff's workstation. They were going through some data. There was dead silence when Michael took over Operations' position.

How was that going to affect them all, Chris asked herself, looking at Tom. How was that going to affect Nikita's relationship with Michael? He's going to have to play a different role, now. Hopefully she will understand that. Hopefully she won't turn her back on him. Not now. It would kill him.

But for the time being, they were OK. At least for a few hours. She looked in Nikita's direction. Nikita caught her eye. She was visibly confused. Chris nodded to her. Reassuring her, that everything was going to be just fine.

At least for a few hours.

I REMEMBER PARIS - COMPLETED

So, I finally did it! It was almost like giving birth (not that I know how that fells, but still). I worked all weekend, went to work today, came home and finished the story. Is that dedication, or what?!

Minor spoilers for "I Remember Paris" and "All Good Things" are included in this story.

Well, I hope you like it. Feedback appreciated!

Love, Katja

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