Michael had been in his office for a few hours working diligently at his computer. His thoughts were forcibly interrupted when Nikita threw the door open and barged in.

“Michael, we need to talk. What other secrets are you keeping from me?” She demanded.

“I suppose you have spoke with Walter. Did it go well?” Michael was playing the role of the emotionless Level 5 op he had been in Section.

“Don’t play games with me Michael. I’m not your trainee any more. Nor am I merely an operative that goes out on missions with you. I am your wife. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why didn’t you tell me that you had become Mr. Jones the moment my father’s body fell cold and lifeless to the ground. Why did you pick up and move to another continent leaving me alone to suffer the loss of my father, my love, and the hope of my ever being free?”

“I had to.”

“That’s all you are going to say to justify this? Fine. Then when I got here, why didn’t you at least tell me at that point? You could’ve slipped it in somewhere. Or how about the fact that Madeline and Paul are very much alive?”

“It wasn’t necessary for you to know it then.” “Wasn’t necessary? Wasn’t necessary? Michael I am the leader of Center. How could it not be necessary to tell me this? You are unbelievable. You’re still the same as when I first met you. I think that even when we are old and gray you will still be deceiving me.”

She couldn’t look at him anymore, sitting so calmly in his desk chair. He hadn’t even felt the need to stand up while she spouted off. She stormed out of the room and Michael let her leave without a word. He knew it was a lot for her to take in and he wanted to give her some time to process it before he went to her. He would, soon.

As Nikita was storming down the hall she passed Paul who was heading to Michael’s office. She stopped for a second, shaking in anger. He started to speak but she just shook her head, threw her hands up in the air and blew right past him. She couldn’t deal with him right now. She reached for her keys by the door and was about to go out for a drive when Adam appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What’s wrong Nikita? You look very upset. Is it because of my Dad?”

She knew she couldn’t lie about the rage she was feeling but she also couldn’t speak poorly of Michael to their son. She squatted down, holding Adam gently by his arms and tried to explain things as best she could to a seven year old.

“Yes Adam, I am very upset. And yes, your Dad had something to do with it.” Adam gave her a wide-eyed stare and she knew he was thinking the worst.

“Are you leaving us Nikita? Please don’t go,” he cried, “I waited for you to come to us for so long. Please Nikita, I need a mom and no one else will do. You are the only person in the world that I want for my mother.” Nikita’s heart was breaking for her child and she pulled him tightly to her chest.

“Adam, I will never leave you or your father. The two of you are my life. I love you guys with all of my heart. Sometimes, even people who love each other end up hurting each other, especially when they keep secrets. Your dad kept some very big secrets from me and I just found them out. I am hurt and upset but I still love your father very much. I just need to get out of the house for a little while to cool off. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Adam said solemnly, relieved to know that Nikita wasn’t leaving them for good. “Just one question, can I come with you?”

“Sure, why not? I would love to have you with me.” She bundled him into his winter coat, hat, gloves, scarf, and boots. She figured she couldn’t be too prepared for an outing in a Michigan winter. As an afterthought she grabbed her own winter gear and they went out to her car. As she started the engine the cellphone in her pocket began to ring.

“Josephine.”

“Leave me alone, I’m busy right now. I am taking my son out for a ride.”

“Just be careful with OUR son, Josephine. I’ll see you when you get back. I will try and make it up to you when you return. I love you.”

“Love you too” Nikita mumbled, not wanting to let him know she wasn’t so angry already. He had left out some very important details about their new life and she was going to make him pay for it, later. Right now was about her and Adam.

They sped down the long winding drive, her Porsche spinning on the ice. She slowed, correcting the car and then continued at a lower speed. She was responsible for Adam’s life and her mother instinct had kicked in quite well.

“Wee,” Adam squealed in delight. “It’s like a roller coaster. Do it again, Nikita.”

“Maybe later Adam, right now there are a lot trees and if we were to go off the driveway we could get hurt. It’s my job to take good care of you and if I got you hurt I wouldn’t be doing my job.”

“You always have important jobs, don’t you Nikita?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, when Dad and I first moved here, I asked him how come you didn’t move here too. He said that you had a really important job that made the world a safer place for me. He said that one day you could come live with us, but not yet.”

“Oh yeah, what else did your dad say?” Nikita was curious to hear what Michael had told their son.

“Not a whole lot. It hurt him too much to talk about you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I could see it in his eyes mostly. And there was that one time...”

“What happened?”

“Well, we were in the train, right after we left you. I was so sad and I knew Dad was too. I could tell he wanted the bottom bunk so he could cry about you and I wouldn’t see. I asked him for the top bunk and when he put me up there I pretended to fall asleep really quick. “

“Then what happened?” Nikita couldn’t believe the depth and insight this amazing child next to her possessed.

“He was crying and it made me want to cry too but I knew if I did he would force himself to look happy. So I just pretended to be asleep and then I heard him talking.”

“What did he say?”

“That he loved you and promised to wait for you because he knew you would be together.”

Nikita couldn’t take it anymore, she had to pull over. She was overwhelmed by her emotions. She couldn’t control the vehicle, she couldn’t even control herself. Adam grew very concerned about her, thinking he had hurt her too. She explained that he had brought her so much happiness right then that she was unable to do anything but enjoy the moment. Then Nikita had an idea, she needed to spend a day with Adam, away from their home, just Mother and Son.

“Adam, what do you want to do today? It will be just you and me buddy.” His eyes lit up as he planned out their day. First they went sledding at the park. They laughed as they sped dangerously fast down the hill. Sometimes they would hit a bump and fall off into the snow. When they grew weary from the cold they sought refuge in a nearby restaurant. There they sipped hot cocoa, getting some of the whip cream on the tips of their noses. Next on Adam’s agenda was ice skating. The pair glided gracefully across the ice causing passersby to stop and watch. The exercise revived Nikita and with Adam’s presence she felt whole. As the sun started to drop from the sky Adam asked if they could go home. He missed his dad, and truth be told, so did Nikita.

It was late evening when Michael saw Nikita’s Porsche speeding up the driveway towards the garage. He smiled to see the two people he loved most in the world coming home to him. He wondered what they had been up to all day but he didn’t have to wait long to find out.

As soon as Adam was in the house he started regaling his father with stories of their day. Michael held his son in his arms while he listened. Nikita stood at the doorway, her back leaning against the closed door, taking in the sight of her husband and son. She felt as if her heart could burst with joy knowing her life was complete. Her quiet reflections were suddenly interrupted, Michael was asking her a question.

“Nikita, I am going to take Adam outside to make snow angels, would you like to join us?” He hoped that she would say yes. She didn’t look angry anymore instead she wore a mask of contentment.

“I would love to.” She eagerly accepted the invitation to spend time with her boys. Michael reached for his coat and gloves, then checked to make sure Adam was still warmly bundled. Instinctively he looked towards Nikita as well, making sure that she would be warm.

Then the three Samuelles marched out onto their deck and into the night. They descended the stairs stepping lightly onto the snow covered ground. Adam flung himself into the snow, sprawling out as much as his little body would allow. He moved his arms and legs creating arcs in the snow around him.

“Look Dad, I made one.”

“You sure did. Now I will make one right next to yours, this way our angel will never be lonely. Michael laid down in the snow and Nikita followed suit on Adam’s other side. The three of them laid in the snow making snow angels and staring up at the night sky. Nikita became inspired and stood up quickly, grabbing a handful of snow as she did. She packed it tightly and pelted Michael before he could get her first. He had figured out her intentions as soon as she had stood and was already making a snowball of his own. Adam laughed with glee at the sight of Michael and Nikita having a snowball fight. It didn’t take him long to join in. The happy threesome was running about, darting this way and that, trying to out maneuver the other. They were all laughing and squealing as they taunted each other, snowball in hand.

Inside the house Walter, Paul, and Madeline watched them play. They were smiling, seeing the Samuelles acting like a normal family even though there was nothing normal about them. This is what they all fought for, freedom, to protect the innocents. Just then Walter said,

“Hey, what about an ambush?”

“What are you talking about old man?” Paul asked him, a gleam in his eye.

“Well, we could sneak out the front and then work our way towards the back, making a good supply of ammo along the way. Then we nail them!”

“Hey, strategy is my game. You deal with the weapons” Madeline teased.

“You got it. Let’s go.”

So the three of them snuck out to ambush Michael, Nikita, and Adam.

The Samuelles were intent on their games but Michael and Nikita had both noticed their audience in the window. Even when they were having fun they monitored their surroundings. The need to be highly aware of everything around them was ingrained from years of training at Section. When Walter, Paul, and Madeline had left their spot at the window the Samuelles knew what was happening so they prepared a counter attack. They hid behind some snow banks and quickly made a monstrous pile of snowballs, then waited for their prey.

Paul, Walter, and Madeline had been whispering their plan of action when they realized all noise from the Samuelles had ceased. They stopped dead in their tracks, hearts beating in anticipation.

Looking around cautiously they didn’t dare move on. That’s when they were hit. All at once Michael, Nikita, and Adam stood and launched their attack. Before retaliation could take place they ducked into hiding once more. Then Michael and Nikita headed for opposite ends of the snow bank, closing them in. Adam stood on command and began to fire the second wave of attacks. It was now war. The six of them stayed out in the cold night for an hour, wrestling in the soft snow and pelting the others with snowballs whenever possible.

Finally Michael turned to Nikita and said, “I think we need to get our little one into the house. Look at how red his face is.”

“I agree. Come on everyone, let’s head in for some hot cocoa.” They didn’t hear her at first and she was pelted with numerous snow balls.

“Cease fire,” she yelled and they all followed her in the house.

Once inside the door they made a pile of wet boots, coats, hats, mittens, and scarves. Michael and Paul picked up the wet items and took them to the dryer. The others went to their rooms to change and they all met up in the kitchen, warm, dry, and feeling quite content. Nikita and Madeline made the hot cocoa and the guys brought out mugs for everyone. The adults added just a tad of Mint Schnapps to their cocoa while Adam took his straight up. They lounged about the kitchen debating who had won the snowball fight and reliving the high points of the evening. They laughed and chatted like a group of longtime friends, maybe even as a family. No matter what the relationship between them was in the past tonight had brought them all together.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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

After Adam went to bed the adults slowly broke away from the group until it was only Michael and Nikita left. Michael looked at her and then stood up without a word. She stood to follow him but he told her to go up to their room and get ready for bed, he was going to clean up. Then he would join her. She smiled gratefully at him and did as she was told.

When Michael entered their room Nikita was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a cotton camisole. She was going for the domesticated look tonight.

Michael’s stomach fluttered, she was breathtaking no matter what she wore. She could sense him looking at her and turned around. She had a dribble of toothpaste escaping her lips and she quit brushing when she met his gaze. His eyes were so intense they captivated her, even now. He walked towards her, never breaking their stare and then gently grabbed the toothbrush from her hand.

“Tonight I am going to take care of you. As your husband it is my duty to care for you and I fear I have let you down already. Please let me make amends for my mistake.” He rinsed her toothbrush and placed it in the holder on the counter. She bent over the sink to spit out the remaining paste in her mouth. As she did so Michael held her hair behind her. She stood up and looked at him quizzically. Before she could say a word he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away from their soft kiss and said, “Mmm... Minty.” He then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and set to work. He knew it had been a stressful day, even if it had gotten better. He started at her shoulders and worked until he had removed all tension from her body.

As his fingers worked their magic he began to explain himself to her.

“Nikita, I was wrong. I should have told you everything right from the start.”

“Yes, you should have,” her words came out as more of a sigh than anything else.

“I was afraid though. I was afraid that you would turn away from me. Or that you would not believe you were truly capable of all the things you are meant to do yet.”

“And what about the situation with Paul and Madeline? Can we really trust them?”

“Yes. They have shown me no reason for us not to.”

“What about all the times they tried to kill us when we were at Section?”

“They are different now. They have been dealt with.”

“Altered?”

“No, they are here on their own free will. Nikita, if we are to be the best, we need the best working for us. Their knowledge will be useful.”

“I still have my doubts about them but we shall see. So tell me, what is my role here?” Michael then explained to her all that he and Mr. Jones had envisioned. They would work together to run Center and monitor everything below them. They each had their own office to work in and they would never even have to leave their house if they so chose. They would bring terrorism to its knees and when the time was right, when they had suitable replacements, they could just vanish never to look back. Nikita relished the thought of disappearing. In fact it was the last thought that crossed her mind before she fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

Morning fought to enter the Samuelle’s bedroom and the beige curtains didn’t do much to hold it at bay. Nikita rolled over in bed, propping herself up on her elbow and gazed at Michael. He too was awake but wishing he wasn’t. Nikita ran her hand along his side and it made his breath catch in his throat.

“Michael, I’ve been thinking.”

“Nikita, it is too early for thought.”

“I want to decorate the house.”

“I was waiting for you to say that.”

“Well, then why didn’t you bring it up.”

“I wanted to see how long you could hold out before wanting to decorate. Do as you like you Nikita, you have free reign.”

That is exactly how she liked it. She liked being in control. It wasn’t to say that Michael had done a poor job with the house, it’s just the house was very much like Michael. It was amazing, gorgeous, perfect in every way. Still there was a part of it that was unfinished, in need of a woman- specifically Nikita- to make it complete. With her touch things felt like home.

They rose and prepared to start their day. They bathed and then each chose an outfit that was befitting of their positions. They headed downstairs into the kitchen for breakfast. Their group had grown and now it was Michael, Nikita, Adam, Walter, Paul, and Madeline dining together for every meal. They would take turns getting Adam off to school, he was a source of joy to them all and each one of them cherished any time they could spend with the little boy. He relished being the center of attention and couldn’t get enough of his new aunt and uncles.

Within a month’s time Nikita had the house exactly as she wanted it.

Madeline had helped and the project of decorating the house had served to strengthen their bond. The two were like sisters, bickering sometimes but always making up in the end. This new life was truly idyllic even if their common bond was fighting terrorism and saving the world. It was all in a day’s work.

Michael and Nikita knew that things wouldn’t always be this easy.

Eventually something was bound to happen that would upset the tedium of daily life that they all so cherished. They didn’t know that it would come so soon.

It was early morning, six to be exact when the bedside phone began to ring. Both Michael and Nikita were instantly awake. There was no good reason for the phone to ring this early. Michael reached for it and held it tightly to his ear. Nikita leaned in as close as she could hoping to pick up even snippets of the conversation. She couldn’t hear a thing other than Michael’s noncommittal remarks. She was anxious to know what was going on. She sat on the bed wringing her hands and silently urging Michael to hang up the phone.

“Michael, what is it? What’s going on?”

“We seem to have found ourselves a new enemy. Let’s get ready and gather in the lab, we will need to inform everyone.” Nikita trembled with fear, she knew that whatever could make Michael react so was warranted. They readied themselves in silence and made their way downstairs. They stopped briefly in the kitchen so say good morning to Adam and get some coffee, then they headed to the lab. Adam was curious why he wasn’t going to school today but they appeased him with the story that he worked so hard he deserved a day to rest. He wasn’t entirely buying their story but could also tell it would be best if he didn't’ question them right now. They had their work faces on.

Nikita and Michael didn’t even speak as they rode the elevator down to Walter’s lab. They were too consumed with their own thoughts, even though Nikita still knew nothing of the situation except that it was serious. When the doors opened they saw Walter, Madeline, and Paul all sitting anxiously at the briefing table, all of them wearing the same look of fear, though no one except Michael knew what they were afraid of. The only thought running through their minds was that the world they had created was crumbling. It was the first family any of them had known in so long and they were about to see it all slip away before their very eyes if they did not stop it.

“What’s going on Michael?” Walter questioned anxiously. Michael waited until Nikita had sat in the seat next to his before he started the briefing. He remained standing, not wanting to spend the effort to fold his legs and rest in his chair.

“We have a new enemy. He is very powerful and seems to know our ways inside and out. We suspect that it is someone from the inside, at least someone who is familiar with our ways. They do not know our location and I devised this place in such a way that they can never track it to Section or Center. We will be safe here but we must still be cautious.”

“Michael, who is it? Who is after us?” Nikita asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“He only identified himself as the rightful heir to Center and said that if we did not relinquish our power to him he would make us pay.”

“But Nikita is the rightful heir, she is the daughter of the late Mr. Jones. Who else would be entitled to this power? You are the only one ever considered for it Michael.” Walter offered. He spoke with experience, having been a personal friend to the late Mr. Jones.

“I do not have the answer to your question yet Walter. We must work together to make sure that we find out before he strikes against us. That is all.” The group split up trying to put on a look of determination to mask the fear that was all too real. Michael and Nikita departed to their respective offices while Paul and Madeline remained in the lab with Walter. They felt at home there due to the close resemblance to Section One. They basked in the cool, sterile environment and set to work on the computers.

As Nikita and Michael made their way to their offices Adam darted out into their path and tackled Michael. At least he attempted to but Michael scooped him into his arms and kissed his son.

“Nice try, little one. Keep working at it.” He welcomed the distraction but knew he needed to get to work. He set Adam on the ground and told him to run along and play. Adam darted off to find someone to play with and Michael and Nikita shared a pained look. They knew their dreams were at stake.

“Michael, are you sure we have no leads on this?” Nikita asked, her voice cracking.

“No. Don’t worry Nikita, we will find him.”

“Michael, we have to keep Adam safe. I don’t want to have to move him from here. It is our first home as a family and I don’t want to have to leave. Besides how can we find him when we don’t even know who he is?”

“Well he says he is the rightful heir to our position. There are very few people who would feel they are the rightful heirs. You are Mr. Jones’ daughter. What about your sister, Michelle? Maybe she has more interest in the family business than we thought.”

“I don’t think that she would threaten us.”

“We will find out.” They retreated into their respective offices and settled in for a long day. Hours had passed and there was a rumbling in Nikita’s stomach. She looked at the clock and realized it was nearly four in the afternoon. She glanced at the window, the trees were still barren, but they were eagerly awaiting spring as was she.

She allowed a silent tear to slide down her cheek as she thought of all the plans she had had for her family. They were going to enjoy life, pure and simple. She hoped desperately that Michael was right and they were secure here. Her stomach growled again and she reached for the intercom. She beeped Michael and asked if he was ready for dinner. He indicated that he wanted to work for a little while longer and then they could all meet for dinner. Nikita decided to wander towards the kitchen and help the cook with dinner. The Samuelles employed a small staff out of necessity but preferred to do things themselves whenever possible. It helped them to feel more like a normal family.

The cook, a plump old woman with graying hair pulled tightly into a bun, greeted Nikita warmly.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Samuelle. How are you feeling?”

“As good as can be expected at the time being.”

“Yes, I understand there is trouble brewing.”

“I really don’t want to discuss it Mrs. Weatherby. I was hoping to distract myself with food.”

“Certainly. Come, help me with the vegetables.” The old cook was a dear and Nikita was grateful to have her around. She reached for a carrot and a vegetable peeler, losing herself in her work and thoughts. Before she knew it the dinner was complete and her family was waiting for her in the dining hall. She trudged there trying to figure out how to convince Adam that he was all right. She needn’t have worried, he was bouncing about the room while Michael tried to conjole him into eating his dinner. When Nikita entered Adam leapt into her arms and she embraced him tightly. Everyone in the room saw the anguish sweep over Nikita’s face and they were feeling it too.

She carried Adam to his seat and placed him in his chair. They began to dine, none of them saying much beyond superficial conversation.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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

After dinner was complete, Paul rose and announced that he and Madeline had stumbled across some useful information and requested their presence in the lab. They gathered at the briefing table, Paul taking the lead like he had so many times before. It felt just like the old days and it brought them all comfort.

“Madeline and I began backtracking through Section’s files all afternoon. We tried to find anyone who might claim themselves to be the “rightful heir.” We didn’t turn up anything in Section personnel so we began to study everyone that Section had regularly monitored over the years. Nikita you were one of the main people that Section resources had tracked. There were a few others, mostly terrorists and the like. Some family members of people in the Sections. By the way, Michael, your sister is doing well.”

“I know.” He said without any emotion. He was annoyed and wanted to hear what they had discovered. Time was of the essence.

“Anyway,” Madeline interrupted, “getting back on track. There is one person that shows up consistently on the surveillance. We haven’t identified who this person is or specifically who was monitoring him. Still, the fact that their tracks are so well hidden, it made us suspicious. This is what we have established so far.” Madeline displayed the images on the screen and a striking man appeared before their eyes. He was in his thirties and carried himself with an air of royalty. Though it appeared as if his own personal self importance was much higher than his rank in life.

“Now we just have to identify him and his importance. Why would they monitor him all his life if he was not a threat to us?” Nikita asked incredulously.

“Because, he is Adrian and George’s son.” Walter dropped the bombshell on the group and they all turned to stare at him in disbelief. They struggled to talk at once but Walter wouldn’t allow them to get a word in edgewise. “His name is Giorgio Alejandro. He goes by the name of Alex. He is 34 years old and never exposed to his parents or their lives... I don’t see how he could fit into this. He has lived his whole life as an innocent, far from the walls of Section.”

“Sounds familiar,” Nikita said with disdain. “Well, if he is really the son of George and Adrian, he surely must outrank me in genetics. His parents, or at least mother created Section. I can see how he would believe himself to have been slighted. Still, if they never intended for him to be brought in, how does he even know about us?”

“That’s a good question.” Walter murmured still shocked to see Alex on the screen before him.

“Well, let’s bring in some help to find out what we can before he learns more about us.” Michael spoke without question and he reached for his phone. Within minutes he had arranged the kidnapping of both Quinn and Jason, bringing them to the safety of the Samuelle’s home. They were set to arrive tomorrow afternoon so the group decided to retreat to their quarter’s for the night.

Michael and Nikita went in search of Adam, trying to spend some quality time with their child. He was practicing his martial arts in the gym Michael had built. It was really intended for him and Nikita to stay in peak operating performance and burn off steam. Due to their positions, he knew it would be best if Adam learned how to defend himself as well. They watched proudly as he was sparring with one of the bodyguards. He held his own. They were soon joined by Walter, then Paul, and Madeline. They all watched Adam’s movements and knew he was a reflection of his parents. He brought peace to their hearts. Paul and Madeline regretted all the hardships they had caused this family and to make amends for their sins, vowed to protect them until their dying breath.

When Adam finally realized his audience he stopped what he was doing and ran to them. He stopped right in front of his parents and looked at Michael and Nikita.

“Daddy, can you and Nikita show me how it is done? I’ve seen you guys fight bad guys and you are good. Can I see you guys practice?”

They looked at each other and then at the other adults in the room.

“You must do as your son wants.” Paul said to Michael. “We’ll watch Adam until you and Nikita return in your gear. Get going, we are all waiting to see how well trained the two of you are.” Paul began to chuckle at the thought.

They adjourned to their room, digging out their work out attire and headed back to the gym. Nikita was wearing a black sports bra and snug fitting shorts that clung to her form. Michael wore a black tank and matching black pants that hugged his body in all the right places. They looked defiantly at each other. They had their game faces on. As they approached the gym they continued to goad the other on and started placing bets as to who would win their match.

“Grab your popcorn and your seats ladies and gents, the show is about to begin,” Walter chided. Adam laughed with glee, ready to watch his parents show the perfection of their skills.

Everyone gathered round, all the staff had appeared with the exception of their security team. To watch Michael and Nikita face off was to watch art in action. Nikita tightened her ponytail and then began her stretches, Michael was nearly done with his. Adam was getting impatient and started squirming in his seat. That’s when they began. They weren’t truly sparring so much as dancing. Their moves were perfectly timed. Each move that one made was counteracted immediately. The men all cheered Michael on, while Madeline was Nikita’s loudest supporter. It seemed as if the match would be a draw but it continued on, each of them working up quite a sweat but not wanting to be the first to give in.

Finally Madeline shouted out, “Nikita, remember what I taught you.”

Nikita understood though acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. She gave Michael a look that stirred within him his love for her. She was using her pouty, sultry female stare and it caused him to falter. Taking this split second hesitation on Michael’s part, she swept his legs out from under him, then pinned him to the ground.

The men in the room said it was a cheap shot but knew they would have fallen victim to her beauty as well. Even as they watched her fight they had a difficult time concentrating on anything but Nikita’s exquisite beauty. None of this registered for Michael and Nikita, all they could think about was their bodies pressed tightly against the other, all hot and sweaty.

“Good job Nikita. I didn’t think anyone could beat my dad.” Adam’s voice brought the couple back to reality and Nikita quickly righted herself and extended her hand to Michael do the same. They grabbed Adam and brought him close. “Ewww... gross you guys are all sweaty.” Adam squished his face up in disgust and Walter snapped a photo of the three. He did this often, wanting to capture for posterity the love that exuded from this family.

Adam began to rub his eyes, struggling to stay awake. The Samuelles looked at each other and knew it was time to get the little one to bed so they could have some alone time in their room. Their plans for the evening did not go unnoticed by the other people in the room and they all feigned exhaustion, quickly scattering from the gym and heading to their own rooms.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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

Michael carried Adam to his bedroom with Nikita following close behind. As Adam was placed gently into his bed Nikita perched on its edge. She pulled the covers up to Adam’s chin and kissed him lightly on the top of his head. Michael sat on the opposite side of the bed and reached for Nikita’s hand. Their arms were outstretched above Adam’s tiny body and they watched as their son fell into a deep and contented sleep. Michael leaned in and kissed him goodnight, causing Adam to roll over and stretch out some more. Then Michael tugged at Nikita’s hand and pulled her towards their own room.

They closed the door and began to assault each other with passionate kisses. They were worked up already from their sparring and continuing it in the bedroom was the next logical step. This time Michael pinned Nikita first and she didn’t try to stop him. Instead she fought to get closer to him. She was unable to capture his lips for they were wandering her body, tasting the salt of her sweat.

Tonight was anything but gentle. They were still fighting each other, fighting for control, to be closer, to reach their natural state. All of the tension they had been feeling was unleashed in their dance of love and lust.

They didn’t have far to go after their sparring in the gym. Their bodies were already wrought with desire. As the friction increased, they licked and nipped at each other greedily. They were wild with need tonight and before they knew it they were transformed. All of the stress melted away as they drifted together, in a place where no harm could reach them. They were lost to the world, lost in each other. They spent their night ridding themselves of the burdens their lives brought them. They didn’t desert their pursuit until the morning’s rays began to find their way into the room. With a hint of sorrow in the air, they left their bed behind. They had a lot of work ahead of them and needed to get started.

Together the Samuelles readied themselves for their day. Nikita searched her closet and brought out a mid length black skirt that was all business but did not fail to flaunt her femininity. She paired it with a black blouse with a plunging neck line. She reached for a pair of chunky heels that would carry heavily the sound of her determined steps. Michael wore his basic black uniform as well. Fitted black pants with a snug fitting shirt and a blazer. They went off to have breakfast knowing that soon they would have to put on their cold expressionless masks of power and it seemed contradictory to who they were now.

Adam wasn’t at breakfast yet when Nikita and Michael appeared in the kitchen. They began to sip their coffee in silence. They were taking it black this morning, enjoying the bitter flavor of the hot liquid on their tongues. Madeline entered the room next looking as somber as her leaders. Then Paul joined the group reaching for a coffee as well. He met their eyes as he began to take in his coffee and his eyes gave way the fact he hadn’t slept much either. Walter broke the silence in the room when he came in singing jovially to no one in particular. When he saw the look of disbelief on their faces he stopped, asking what the problem was.

“Walter, how can you sing at a time like this?” Madeline was the community voice this time.

“Simple, I am alive. For the first time in a long time I am surrounded by family. I know that we will conquer anything that comes our way and when our victory is complete we will all sit down together for a nice meal and enjoy being around the people we love.”

His words struck a chord in all of them and they realized he was right. Without even knowing exactly when they truly had become a family in every sense of the word. The air was thick with a million emotions running wild when Adam entered, bringing with him a fresh air.

“How come nobody woke me up?” Adam yawned at them. Before they could answer he spotted some juice out on the counter. “Oh, juice. Can you pour me a glass Uncle Paul?” Hearing this little boy’s voice tugged at Paul’s heart and with a slight tear in his eye he did as he was asked.

“Adam, we have to work today, so you will have to keep yourself busy.” Michael wished he could spend every moment with his son but the call of duty was strong.

“Ok, Dad.” Adam gulped his juice and then Mrs. Weatherby served his breakfast.

“I’d be happy to look after Master Samuelle,” Mrs. Weatherby offered. Adam looked up at her through sleep laden eyes and accepted her offer. The group scattered but not before each taking a turn to kiss Adam or tousle his hair. Each went to their workstations or offices and began the drudgery of seeking their enemy.

It was afternoon before they knew it and nobody had turned up any miraculous leads. Little pieces here and there but not enough to solve the mystery behind Alex.

The vans that contained Jason and Quinn started pulling in. Nikita and Michael shut down their computers and met in the hall.

“Are you ready for this?” Michael asked, concerned for Nikita. It would be the first time she had seen them since leaving Section behind. It seemed like ages ago now but in reality was only a matter of months. Nikita was glad to have left Section behind it would be difficult to face her former charges. Though they were still in her command they didn’t really know who was running things at Center. Both Jason and Quinn had ties to Center but neither of them knew who was now in charge. The title Mr. Jones had stayed the same and they never bothered to include Mrs. It was a safety precaution for the Samuelles.

“Yes.” She didn’t want to struggle with more words right now. Besides she couldn’t put into words how she felt. Everything that mattered to her hinged on Jason and Quinn’s abilities. If they failed their life as a family might soon be over.

The vans entered the parking garage and the security team roughly forced their masked captives into the house. They didn’t speak not wanting to reveal a single detail to their hostages. They led them in silence to the lab and then placed them forcefully into seats at the briefing table. Their masks removed, Jason and Quinn gazed around in disbelief. It seemed as if they were still at Section but it was eerily empty. Perhaps it was a training exercise they pondered but did not want to share their thoughts with their captors. They sat in icy silence, the human part of them hoping for the best but the operative side preparing for the worst.

Michael and Nikita gathered Paul, Madeline, and Walter. The group headed to the lab, no one saying a word. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity. Their apprehension was tangible, filling the air with a heavy sense of dread mixed with the intoxicating flavor of power. In this elevator stood the five most powerful people to walk the earth.

The doors opened without a sound and Michael and Nikita strode confidently through the massive lab. Their footsteps echoed heavily in the enormous space and power exuded from their bodies. Quinn and Jason turned uneasily in their seats but as of yet could not see who was coming towards them. There were footsteps of nearly a half dozen people, all perfectly in sync and it filled the captives with foreboding. Fear surged through their veins, wanting desperately to see who was coming their way but truthfully wishing they were anywhere else in the world right now.

Nikita and Michael rounded the corner making Jason and Quinn’s eyes widen in shock. They didn’t react to the looks on the hostages faces, they just separated at the exact same instant going along opposite sides of the briefing table. As they did so, Paul and Madeline came into view. The sight of them made Jason and Quinn’s jaws drop. Again, the five did not hesitate, Madeline and Paul just spilt in the same manner Michael and Nikita had. Walter took the seat at the end of the table. Seeing him brought a wash of relief to Jason and Quinn. It was nice to be in the company of the known living.

When movement had ceased Jason and Quinn started talking at once, wondering what was going on and why in the world had Michael and Nikita kidnapped them. Both Jason and Quinn had believed Michael and Nikita were free. The realization that they weren’t was much to digest. They didn’t even know how to broach the topic of Paul and Madeline being very much alive.

“Jason, Quinn, I’m sure you have many questions. Unfortunately, we do not have time to answer them now. You are here for a purpose, to find the man who is threatening a hostile take over of Center.”

Michael let his words hang in the air momentarily, and all the questions that had formed in Jason and Quinn’s minds were silenced.

They nodded their heads in agreement, knowing that the fate of the free world was in their hands. They were quickly brought up to speed and then turned lose on the computers. Michael stole a glance in Nikita’s direction. He saw the torment in her eyes. She was afraid.

By nightfall Jason and Quinn had established a clearer picture of who Giorgio Alejandro was and how he came to know of his parents. A few years before, Red Cell had contacted him, taking him under their wing. They educated him about the ways of the world. They revealed to him the truth of his parents, why they had been conspicuously absent from his life. It was a great deal for Alex to understand.

One of his first thoughts was fear. He wondered if Red Cell was going to use him as bait to reach his parents. They made it clear he was in no danger from them, it would be useless to use him as bait, Adrian and George would let him die before interfering.

Over time, Alex began to believe all he was told. It outraged him that his parents had seemingly abandoned him without so much as a second thought. He never understood they had done it in his best interest. His lack of comprehension was exactly what Red Cell wanted. What better way to take down their greatest enemy than using the fruit of their loin?

After filling Alex’s head with their hatred they moved on to the next part of their plan. Alex underwent extensive training, making him well versed in the world of combat. He was a natural and relished the inner strength he had found. When his training was complete, Red Cell set him free, a time bomb just waiting to go off. They knew if left to his own devices he would do as they had intended all along.

Nikita shivered, knowing that Alex’s life was so similar to her own. Instead of the enemy taking her in and showing her support, her father’s side, the good side, took her in and showed complete disregard for her life. How different would things have been if some other group had taken Nikita into their own? She brushed the thoughts aside but Michael had noticed her dilemma. He reached for her hand and squeezed it tightly, letting her know she would never fall under the spell of evil, not even if she had found herself in the same situation Alex was. This gesture did not go unnoticed by the others at the table and they too understood as well.

Not able to proceed any further for the time being Michael stood and invited everyone up to dinner. Quinn and Jason looked quizzically at each other, wondering if they had stumbled into an alternate universe. They did not hesitate though, their stomachs were noisily begging for food.

Together they made their way to the grand dining hall and found a feast displayed before them. Adam was already waiting anxiously at the table. He ran to greet his returning family, leaping from one to the next. He stopped suddenly when he saw Jason and Quinn.

“I met you before. Both of you.” He was pondering their presence and looked to Michael for guidance.

“Yes, you have. They helped me to find you after the bad guys had taken you.”

“Yeah. That’s right.” Adam hugged them each fiercely, wanting to relay his appreciation. It surprised them and made them feel pangs of envy, realizing what Michael and Nikita had found. As quickly as he had embraced the strangers he released them. “Let’s eat.” Adam proclaimed enthusiastically, and everyone agreed.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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After dinner was complete and the dishes had been whisked away, everyone retreated to the main living room. Adam entertained them all, as he usually did in the evenings. He was the center of Michael and Nikita’s world, and the apple of everyone’s eye. It was shocking to Jason and Quinn to see Paul and Madeline so protective towards a child they would have left to die in previous years. They used him as pawn to manipulate Michael but now they would kill anyone who even thought of harming him.

The night began to slip away and Adam grew tired. He snuggled between his parents on the couch. They smiled down at him and as they did, Walter snapped another picture. Soon Adam was fast asleep and the conversation began to lull. It was Paul who stood first, suggesting they turn in for the night. Quinn and Jason wanted to stay up later, hoping to soak in more warmth that flowed so freely in this family. It was something they had missed for a very long time and they were basking in it now. Still, it had been a long day so they decided to retreat as well.

Nikita proudly showed them to their guest rooms. It was her first time having guests. It was a profound moment for her and she was beaming. Both guests were shown to lovely rooms that were clearly made to cater to their needs. The beds were warm and inviting. They each had their own bathrooms which were well stocked, right down to new toothbrushes, their favorite tooth pastes, shower gels, shampoos, and towels. This was the life of luxury. It was the first time Jason or Quinn felt safe since being brought into Section. They knew nothing in the world could even conceive of harming them while they stayed with the Samuelles.

While Nikita was playing hostess, Michael carried Adam to bed and tucked him in. He stirred momentarily but then rolled over, sighing, and falling into a peaceful slumber. Michael was already in their room by the time Nikita made it there. He was in silk pajama pants, leaning against the headboard, studying intel on his laptop. He always ended his day with one last look at work.

Nikita searched her closet and pulled out a pair of silk pajama pants for herself, a royal blue pair, and found the matching button down sleep shirt. She went into the bathroom to change, brush her teeth, and otherwise ready herself for bed. Once she was done, she stepped into the room to observe her husband. She crept over to the bed, sprawling out on her stomach and staring up at him lovingly. He tried to concentrate on his work but her attention never wavered. She saw his lips start to curl up into the tiniest of smiles, then it grew bigger and wider, until he was all out grinning. He closed the laptop and set it gently on the floor.

“Ok, you win.” He smiled at her.

“I always do.” She replied smugly. She was quite proud of her feminine charms.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He taunted her.

“I don’t wish for anything anymore, I already have everything I want.”

He leaned down, kissing her lips softly, barely touching them to his. Then he pulled back to study his wife. His heart filled with love and admiration for her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she was his. He pulled her into his arms , holding onto her tightly. She leaned her head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath her. They began to discuss their day and what they thought tomorrow would bring them. They both agreed with Jason and Quinn’s help they could soon apprehend Alex and go on with life. Michael could feel the tension in Nikita’s body and knew he needed to care for his wife.

“Lay down, Nikita.” She sprawled flat on her stomach again, eager for his touch. He began to work his capable hands over her tight muscles, bringing with his touch a sense of calm and blissful peace. She began to relax under his impressive skill to the point she was nearly falling asleep. “Are you tired?” His voice was full of concern.

“Huh?” Her voice was gravely with sleep. “I’m sorry, you just relax me so.” She smiled up at him sleepily, registering the concern in his gray green eyes. “Michael, I’m ok. I’ll prove it to you.” She sat up, climbing onto his lap planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He ran his fingers along her back. He felt better knowing her tension was gone. Then his mind was consumed by the skillful maneuvers of Nikita’s tongue and all other thoughts vanished. They kissed and caressed, each touch lingering. They took their time, Michael tangling his fingers into her long blonde hair, pulling it ever so lightly, making her head fall back as he kissed her neck. His touch was heaven and Nikita knew that she had found herself an angel on earth. She closed her eyes to say a quick prayer of thanks before turning her attention back to Michael.

Their passion started slowly, spreading throughout their bodies until every inch of them was tingling with excitement. They became ignited with one driving need. The need to be one. They teased their love and drew it out until it was unstoppable. They could wait no longer. They needed to be one more than they needed anything else on earth. Their bodies joined together. Nikita cried out at the sensation of being connected to Michael. It was so familiar but endlessly exciting. Their unity was perfection.

They moved together, in perfect rhythm. Each moment bringing them closer to what they needed. The force of their love was stronger than anything else they had never known. It was almost too strong to endure. Almost but not quite. As they drew impossibly closer to each other they let themselves go. Allowed the passion to take them over. Their unity brought them to ecstasy and did not end until their bodies were rocked by explosions. Finally their eyes grew heavy and they gave themselves over to sleep, clinging tightly to each other, allowing the beating of their hearts to lull them into dreamland.

Nikita bolted out of bed, a wave of nausea passing through her body. She hoped to make it to the toilet before letting it pass her lips. She threw the toilet seat forcefully against the tank as she started to wretch violently over the ceramic bowl. Her body heaved from the force of the convulsions. They stopped as quickly as they had come on, and she leaned against the cupboard, shaking, as tears slid down her cheeks. She was getting sick at the most inopportune time. She lifted herself from the floor, and reached to turn on the sink. She splashed cold water on her face and began brushing her teeth to eliminate the foul taste in her mouth. As she was brushing she felt the wave rise up in her again. She had to lean over the toilet, falling to her knees when she could no longer keep her balance.

Michael had been quietly observing the whole thing until she began to fall, then he rushed to her aid, catching her before she could hurt herself.

“Nikita, are you all right?” His voice was filled with panic and it didn’t help to calm Nikita’s jagged emotions any.

“I’m just getting sick. That’s all.” Before she could say anymore she expelled every last ounce of what was in her to give. She collapsed then, sweat dripping from her brow.

“Maybe you should stay in bed today.” Michael did not want any harm to come to his wife but he was trying in vain to protect her.

“Only if you stay there with me.” Her voice came out strong but her skin was pale and Michael knew she was feeling weak. He could never convince her to stay in bed all day, so he sighed in resignation and helped her to her feet. He held her hand all the way back to the bed, and then he helped her into bed. His brow was furrowed in deep thought. Nikita squeezed his hand tightly, drawing him back to the moment and he stared into her misty blue eyes. “I’m ok. Stop worrying.” He smiled faintly at her and reached out to brush the hair off her face.

“You are my world, I will never stop worrying about you.” He crawled into bed next to her, pulling her against him. They had an hour or so more they could sleep. His breathing was even, coming in regular breaths against Nikita’s neck and she knew he had fallen back to sleep. She was glad at least one of them was able to sleep right now. Her insides were churning, threatening an encore performance, but she willed herself to fight it. She settled in against Michael, forcing herself into a fitful sleep. When they woke an hour later to the blaring of the alarm, Nikita looked even worse for wear. She struggled to get out of bed but as her feet hit the floor the nausea attempted to strike again. Instead, she laid back down and concentrated on breathing deeply to hold it at bay. She had to if she was going to convince Michael she was healthy enough to work.

He studied her carefully, knowing full well she was not up to working. Still, she was very strong willed and there was no way to stop her short of tying her to the bed. Even then he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t break free so he decided to let her go, for now at least.

“Go on Michael, you get ready first. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

He hesitated but left her, knowing what she was going to do. As soon as the bedroom door shut, Nikita ran for the bathroom barely making it in time. It was not like her to get sick like this. She studied her face in the mirror, scowling at herself. Her body was betraying her and she didn’t have time for it now. She took slow, unsteady steps, stopping every so often to steady herself and breath deeply, holding back the urge to vomit. She had nothing left inside of her. She dressed, a painstaking operation. She struggled as she put on her make-up, trying to present herself well. Her hand was shaking as she pulled the eyeliner across her lids. She kept having to stop, and start over when she was able to control the nausea. After many minutes had passed Nikita was finally ready to join the rest of the people in the house.

She made her way down the stairs, stopping outside of the kitchen. They preferred to dine there in the morning, it was a natural gathering place. Nikita steeled her resolve before pushing the door open and entering the room. The smell of the food made her stomach turn, and her face went three shades of green. All conversation stopped as everyone turned to face Nikita. She forced a smile but there was a desperation in her eyes that she couldn’t hide.

Michael’s concern bore into her and she didn’t see Adam coming. He too was concerned and wanted to hold onto Nikita, trying to reassure her.

As he squeezed her waist, her eyes threatened to pop. She put her hands over her mouth and darted to the sink, making it just in time.

She vomited forcefully, ruining breakfast for them all. No one felt like eating after that. They just searched Nikita’s face quizzically.

She tried to convince them she was fine, just a slight touch of the flu. No one wanted to take any chances and they ushered her back to bed. They headed for the lab, with the exception of Michael and Adam. They went to check on Nikita.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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She was propped up against a mound of pillows. Her skin still held a tinge of green to it. She smiled warmly at Michael and Adam as they entered. Adam crawled on to the bed with Nikita and she wrapped her arm around him as he leaned against her. Michael set a cup of tea on the night stand and watched Nikita intently.

“Are you sure you will be ok?” He didn’t want to leave her.

“I’ll be fine. If I need anything I’ll send for Mrs. Weatherby.”

Michael was still skeptical. His heart was torn. Did he dare leave her alone while he fought to save everything they worked for, or should he stay at her side? Nikita knew his dilemma all too well.

“Michael, go on. You have to work, one of us has too. I’ll be ok here with Adam. And it’s not like you are going to be far away.” He nodded his head. He looked at Adam now, so proud of the little man he was fast becoming.

“Adam, I have to work. Today it is your job to take care of Nikita. We need her to be healthy as soon as possible. Do you think you can do that?” Adam silently nodded his head, his large brown eyes revealed how important this task was to him. “Ok, I’m going to go now, give daddy a kiss.” Adam slid softly off the bed, so as not to disturb Nikita. He grabbed his father in a fierce embrace, and then kissed him lightly. As soon as Michael released his hold on him, Adam scurried back to Nikita’s side. He was a boy with a mission.

Michael placed his hands on the bed, balancing himself as he leaned in to kiss Nikita. He brushed his lips against hers, a delicate kiss that did not fail to stir their passions. Then Michael left the room, giving her just one last passing glance.

The day slipped away from Nikita without her even realizing it. She read for countless hours to Adam as he snuggled against her. It was one of those moments that is so ordinary and extraordinary at the same time that one can’t even comprehend the depths of its significance until years later in recollection when they will find out it touched both parties so deeply they will cherish it forever.

Finally, when her voice was giving away, she looked down and saw Adam sleeping peacefully beside her. She took his cue and let her eye lids close, just for a moment she promised herself. Then she was going to go down to the lab to help. She was feeling much better, the early morning nausea had all but vanished. However, she found herself in a much deeper sleep than she had intended upon.

Michael found Nikita and Adam sound asleep, cuddled next to each other. They looked so serene it warmed his troubled heart to merely gaze upon them. He crept silently to the bed and laid down, Adam between him and Nikita. He was tired, it had been a long day. The search for Alex seemed to be turning up no leads. Michael’s mind had been filled with a million thoughts about the situation, none of which were pleasant. Then he crawled into bed with his wife and son and everything was better. Their presence brought him peace.

Nikita could feel Michael’s warmth in the bed, even if Adam did lay between them. She was content having everything she had ever wanted in this very room. She slipped back into her dreams.

She dreamt of a little child, a baby to be exact. It was hers. Hers and Michael’s. It was a little girl, with wisps of blonde hair barely visible on her perfect little head. Her eyes were hazel and changed colors with her moods, which were abundant.

In Nikita’s dream, she was holding the little girl, smiling down at her. Michael and Adam were frolicking together on the lawn. Then a storm cloud began to roll in, and in the shadows it cast over this moment, a person appeared.

She strained to see who it was, hoping it would a member of their extended family. To her horror it was an intruder, someone bent on destroying their world. Nikita’s throat tightened as she began to scream, trying desperately to warn Michael of the danger lurking behind him.

Her screams were drowned by the blast from a gun the stranger had drawn. He unloaded the contents of the barrel into Michael and she watched as he twisted before falling heavily to the ground.

Everything was in slow motion now, and even in her dream there was nothing she could do to stop it. Adam was running towards her but the gunman drew another weapon, aiming it right at Adam. Nikita rose from her seat on the deck, but it was too late.

The gunman pulled the trigger, another shot rang out, and Adam fell lifelessly to the ground.

Then he fixated his gaze upon Nikita, holding her little girl. He stared into her eyes, a cold, penetrating stare that revealed his malice. Nikita’s blood ran cold as he raised the gun to point it at her heart. She would not have cared if she lived or died now if it weren’t for the child in her arms.

He stood there pointing the gun at Nikita. She couldn’t move, she was frozen in this moment in time. Then he spoke, “You have taken what was meant to be mine. Now you must give it back.”

She shook her head in disbelief and replied, “You can have it, just let my baby live.” He sneered at her, wondering how his parents could have trusted this position to someone so weak. She only cared about the life of her child and yet she was supposed to be the head of Center. He communicated his thoughts to her. She couldn’t believe his words. She was about to speak when he squeezed the trigger one last time and the bullet raced to Nikita’s flesh.

She fell to her knees and then keeled over. She watched in horror as the man picked up her baby while she bled to death. The last thing she saw was Alex walking into her home with her child. He said to the little babe, “yes it is time for a new day. Don’t worry little girl, I won’t hurt you. The child of Michael and Nikita Samuel shall never meet harm. You will be trained in our ways and be my heir.”

It sickened Nikita, the idea of this monster taking from her her family, and trying to make her baby everything that she fought against. Then she started to cry deep, tortured sobs of anguish in her sleep.

She awoke to see Michael staring curiously down at her. He was alive. She jumped up from the bed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, trying to make sure he was really here. “Shhhh, Shhhh, Nikita.” He whispered the words into her hair as he held her body closely against his. “What is wrong my love?” Her tears were quieter now but her body was still trembling. Michael struggled to hold her still as he continued to whisper calming words to her.

“Where is Adam?” She asked urgently. Her voice was panic stricken and she fought to free herself from Michael’s arms.

“I put him to bed about an hour ago. He was twisting and turning too much to stay in our bed. His little feet and knees kept poking my back. What did you dream about Nikita? I hate to see anything upset you so.” His eyes were full of concern and love for Nikita but she could not stay here with him now. She had to see for herself that Adam was safe.

She padded down the hallway and snuck into Adam’s room. He lay peacefully in his bed, sound asleep. She went to his bed and bent over him to kiss him lightly on the forehead. His arm lazily reached towards his face, his hand brushing away the tickle he had. Nikita smiled and went back to her room.

“I’m sorry Michael. I didn’t meant to wake you.” She saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for her to return. She sat down beside him, snuggling into the crook of his arm as he reached out and embraced her.

“What was your dream?” He was persistent in his questioning. He needed to know what had troubled her even in her sleep. Then he could work to eliminate that threat.

“We had a baby Michael. A little girl. She was beautiful. Then Alex came and he killed us all. Everyone except for our baby. He said that our child was too valuable to kill. He was going to raise her to be like him.”

“Nikita, we don’t have a baby. We have only Adam.” Michael had already determined that Nikita was pregnant. He could sense it after her colorful pyrotechnic display this morning. Still, he wanted to know if she was aware of the life growing inside of her.

“I think we do Michael. It’s not like me to get sick. And I just have this feeling I can’t explain. I know that I’m pregnant.” She looked into his eyes now, trying to figure out what he was thinking and feeling at her revelation.

“I know.” He held her gaze but said nothing more.

“How?”

“I just do. The same way you do. I know.” They smiled now, having both admitted to the life they had created.

“Michael, do you know what this means?”

“That we are going to have a little boy or girl to give our love to. Adam will have a brother or sister to play with. After your dream tonight I would say he is going to have a sister.”

“What about the rest of my dream? Are we really doing the right thing Michael? Should we bring a child into this world, knowing the life it will be forced to live?”

“Well, it isn’t a discussion anymore of what we should do, now is it? It is what we are doing and how we must deal with it. We will find a way to keep this baby safe Nikita, just as we are doing with Adam. Together we will make it work.” His voice was so confidant and strong. Nikita knew that he was right. Somehow they would make it all work. They talked late into the night, planning their future.

First thing in the morning they would tell Adam and then the rest of their new family.

The alarm began to rouse Michael from his slumber but Nikita’s side of the bed was already cold. He knew she had left the bed sometime ago, eager to get her day started. He didn’t try to stop her, he knew she wanted to accomplish as much as she could before the morning sickness set in. He could hear her gagging and retching over the toilet now. He went to her, rubbing her back as she kneeled hunched over the bowl. He held her hair for her and continued to rub her back until she settled to the floor. He cradled her in his strong arms kissing her temple and then letting his lips wander into her hair. She leaned into him, still shaking, feeling much better in his arms.

“Are these the best days of our life?” She quipped. Even though the morning sickness was an extreme bother, she cherished it. It meant she had a life growing inside of her. It was the child she had always wanted to have with Michael. They had had so many dreams come true already and this was the last thing they had hoped for.

“Yes. Maybe not all parts of them are enjoyable but we are together at last.” She felt the sentiment of his statement. How long they had worked to be together. All the time wondering if this day would ever come to pass. There had been so much doubt, so many questions as to whether what they shared was worth risking their lives for time and again. Then they would touch, allowing their eyes to meet and their lips would soon follow. It was in those moments they knew they would risk everything for their love even if they never made it to where they were today.

They finished getting ready in silence, stealing smiles at each other as they went. They were very anxious to tell Adam about his little brother or sister that was growing inside of Nikita. Finally, they were ready.

They went to Adam’s room together, both of them growing increasingly more excited as the seconds slipped by.

“Adam. Adam wake up.” Michael whispered, softly brushing the hair off of his forehead. Adam mumbled in his sleep and swatted at Michael’s hand.

“Please wake up Adam.” Nikita was pleading with him, hoping he would wake soon. Slowly his eyes began to open, focusing on Michael and Nikita’s faces.

“What’s going on?” His voice was still thick from sleep but his eyes were clearing. Instead of the dreamy look they had held just moments earlier they now registered panic and concern.

“Nothing is going on. We have something to tell you.” Nikita beamed at him but he seemed reluctant to take her word. She looked at Michael, feeling it would be best if he told Adam.

“Adam, how would you feel about having a little brother or sister around?”

“Are you serious? Oh boy, oh boy.” Adam leapt from beneath his covers, jumping up and down excitedly on the bed. Michael and Nikita looked at each other laughing. Then they embraced Adam, pulling him back down on his bottom. “So, when do I get to meet him or her? Will my brother or sister be here today? I hope so. And ya know what? I hope it is a girl.” Adam was up and moving again, jumping on his bed.

“No, she won’t be here today Adam. We have to wait. She will be here when she is ready.”

“When will she be ready?” Adam was a little quieter now, disillusioned at the fact he had some time to go before his younger sibling would arrive.

“In about seven or eight months. We’ll have to see.”

“Girls take too long to get ready.” Adam folded his arms across his chest and glared at no one in particular.

“Well, you know Adam, it could be a boy.” Nikita tried to help him maintain an open mind even though Michael had already decided it would be a girl.

“No it won’t Nikita. I’m going to have a sister not a little brother.”

“Just as long as you remember it might be a boy Adam. We don’t know what the baby will be. We won’t know until the baby is born. Your dad is right, we have to wait and see.”

“I’ll wait and then you’ll see, it is going to be a girl.” At least the hard part was over, the expectant parents thought. They had told Adam and he couldn’t be happier. Now it was time to break the news to the rest of the group. They brought Adam downstairs with them, hoping he would reveal their secret the moment his feet stepped into the kitchen.

They were right. As soon as Adam entered the kitchen he announced he had a baby sister on the way. All the commotion of the morning ritual stopped. Dishes clattered to the floor and jaws dropped open in shock. Michael and Nikita committed this scene to their collective memories.

Everyone began talking at once, rushing to embrace Nikita and shake Michael’s hand. They scooped Adam up and made sure he was kept in the moment. He beamed, looking at the faces of everyone he loved.

Jason and Quinn felt privileged to be here for this.

After many minutes had passed, Mrs. Weatherby the cook, entered the kitchen. She wanted to know what all the fuss was about. When they told her the news she cried out in joy and brought Michael and Nikita to her bosom.

“My lovebirds are expecting a child. So much to do. We must celebrate with a feast tonight. Master Samuelle will you help me prepare for the party?” Mrs. Weatherby looked to Adam and he nodded enthusiastically. Then the dear old cook looked to Michael and Nikita. “Well, I need to get to work, so everyone out of my kitchen. Skedaddle.” She commanded them and won. With heavy hearts everyone but Adam cleared out of the kitchen and made their way to the lab. It was back to reality.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.

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The group descended deep into the earth to start work for the morning. It was convenient, having the lab underneath their home. They never had to worry themselves about such mundane details as rush-hour traffic. Then again, sometimes it would be nice if their biggest worries in life were only making it to work on time and not fighting to stay alive.

Still, on this morning they were joyous, planning the arrival of Baby Samuelle. They were starting a baby pool, guessing the birth date, sex, and weight of the baby. It made them feel normal as they rode the elevator down to the sterile environment waiting below. Then the doors opened and a hush fell over the crowd. It was time to work and work they must.

Each settled at a different computer station and began to monitor incoming data. The Sections were running quite efficiently, hitting better numbers than they had since their inception. That was one less worry for them all. Terrorists seemed to be quiet for the moment, a few outbursts here and there but the majority were sitting tight. Having the Samuelles at the helm, fighting against them, made fear settle in their bones. It would not stop them, not one bit, but they always thought twice now, maybe even three times before executing their plans.

No one was sure when word had snuck out as to who was running the Sections and most importantly Center but it had. It was no longer a secret that Michael and Nikita Samuelle were in charge. Nor was it a secret that they were now the Samuelles. It was a love story destined for tragedy, or at least that is what the terrorists were planning. However, their unborn child was a secret to them all. The Samuelle’s planned on keeping it that way.

As the hours dragged on the group was beginning to feel quite exhausted. One empty lead after another took a heavy toll on them. Then their computers were frozen and there was an incoming transmission from Section. A face flashed on their screens. It was Alex and he looked angry.

“I have tried in vain to be polite to you. Unfortunately it seems that Nikita and Michael Samuelle have been seduced by power. My power. You have stolen it from me and I want it back. I will destroy one substation a day until you relinquish control to me, the rightful heir. This will be my last warning. If you have not complied by eight tomorrow morning, your time, I will destroy one of your precious substations. Have fun Samuelles. Until we meet again.” Then the transmission was closed as he laughed like a maniac. His disturbing demeanor sent a chill down their spines. Then they looked to each other, seeing their fear reflected in each other’s eyes. In somber silence they gathered at the briefing table. Michael took the lead.

“Jason, Quinn. It is now three in the afternoon. You have eighteen hours to find Alex and destroy him. Most likely he is not working alone which means we must find what substation he has targeted. Tell everyone to be on high alert. Then Michael rose from the table and went to the elevator.

Michael’s sudden departure left the group dumbfounded. Nikita looked apologetically at her companions and then followed Michael. He was already in his office by the time Nikita made it out of the basement. She took a moment to breathe and make herself presentable. Pregnancy was wearing her down. As soon as she felt ready to go on she went to Michael.

He was sitting at his desk, his fingertips touching as his hands met in the air, hovering above the desk top. His elbows were perched on the office chair. His face was locked in his infamous blank stare. Even now this look held some mystery for Nikita but by and by she was learning to decipher him in any situation.

She called out to him, saying his name with so much love and compassion. He did not stir, he was too deep in thought. Nikita decided not to attempt to speak to him again, it was obvious he was not listening right now. Instead she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and began to massage. He was so tense her body hurt just knowing how much pain he was in. Michael sighed at the feel of her touch. He pulled one of her hands free of his shoulder and brought it to his lips. He lightly kissed her palm and then just cradled her hand in his.

“Michael, what are you thinking?” Nikita leaned on the back of his desk chair.

“Dear Nikita. Do not concern yourself with my thoughts now.” He was in agony. He did not know yet how to find Alex and keep his family safe. His growing family.

“Whatever you are thinking, I am sure I am too. Please Michael. Let me be here for you. I need to.” She kissed the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair. She loved this man.

“I am thinking a lot of things. Mostly how will I keep you, Adam, and our baby girl safe. If I don’t even know where Alex is, how can I stop him?” It was a great effort on Michael’s part to reveal his thoughts to his wife. They shared almost everything but his thoughts. His worries he tried desperately to keep to himself.

“Michael, you won’t do it. We will do it. You, me,” as Nikita spoke she sat down on Michael’s lap, “Paul, Madeline,Walter, Jason, Quinn. It isn’t just up to you. Together we will find the way.” Michael’s eyes met Nikita’s. He hated the fact she was taking care of him. She was pregnant. He should be the one to care for her. He buried his face against her, just listening to the beating of her heart. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. They sat together for some time. They clung to each other hoping in their embrace they would find the answers to all of their problems.

A shrill chirping interrupted them. Paul was requesting their presence in the lab. With slow deliberate efforts they rose but still clung to the other. Their fingers were intwined as they left Michael’s office. Adam saw them in the hall and ran to them. He thought their work day was over but they informed him it was not. With disappointment he left them alone. It broke their hearts to turn him away but it was what they needed to do right now. Later they would make it up to him.

Michael and Nikita went together to the lab. Everyone else was still at the briefing table, much as they had left them. It made Nikita feel a little better to know they were not in this alone, there were people who felt their convictions as deeply as Michael and Nikita. People who were willing to risk their own lives to uphold all that was good in the world.

“We have bad news and worse news. What would you like first?” Jason was beginning to seem more like Birkoff every day.

“Just tell us all of it.” Michael’s soft voice held so much power.

“We think that Alex has targeted a substation in Luxembourg. They are taking actions to prepare themselves as we speak. As for the rest of the substations, and the Sections themselves, everyone is on high alert. Still, we have no real certainty as to where Alex plans on starting his attack. We are unable to locate him or identify any accomplices. For all intents and purposes it appears as if he is working alone.” Jason grimaced, hating to be the bearer of bad news, especially when it was Michael and Nikita he was delivering it to.

“That is all you have?” Michael was outraged but controlling it well.

“Yes. So far it is all we have.” Quinn had jumped in, hoping that a new voice would pacify Michael. It didn’t.

“That is not good enough. You will work until you have the answers. He is not working alone. Find him. Find his group. If you fail, I will kill you myself.” Michael stormed out much as he had earlier.

It was beginning to become a habit for him as of late. Nikita again looked to the group with apologies and followed her husband. This time she made it into the elevator with him. She took her place by his side, turning to face those still at the briefing table. As soon as the doors to the elevator shut, she reached for Michael’s hand. Their fingers met and connected in ways that words would never do. In the touch of their hands they felt exactly what the other was feeling. They did not discuss the issue any further.

When the elevator brought them to the basement they exited, still without speaking. In an unconscious decision they were going to find Adam. The innocence of a child was sobering and lightening all at once. The Samuelle's spent the evening together, reminding themselves that despite their responsibilities they were human underneath it all. Their laughter broke through the sorrow and desperation, allowing them the focus they had been lacking.

That night they went to bed without checking their panels. They needed one night off to pretend they were like everyone else in the world. Michael carried a very sleepy Adam to bed. Nikita trailed behind watching the two men she loved most in the world. Michael placed Adam in the bed. Both parents kissed him goodnight, allowing themselves to forget who they really were. At this particular moment they were filled with love and cared for nothing but the three people in this room.

Once Adam was tucked in they went to their own room. Both changed into pajamas and further readied themselves for bed. Brushing their teeth and washing their faces helped them to realize how tired they were. Together they went to bed, snuggling up, and falling fast asleep. It was an almost perfect evening. There was only one thing that could have made it better but for whatever reason, they chose not to strive for perfection on this night. Michael knew that Nikita needed her rest more than anything else.

A few hours later, the pair were awakened. Nikita’s morning sickness was beginning even earlier today. She cursed as she stumbled to the bathroom. She hoped she would get through this part of the pregnancy quickly. As she cleaned herself up from her morning ritual an idea formed in her mind. She wanted to go shopping. She had not bought a single item yet for the baby.

She went back in their room to talk to Michael. He was not in favor of her idea. He suggested she could do her shopping on the internet. She would have no part of it. She was going shopping to a real store and nothing else would do. Each tried to sway the other’s opinion. They were still disagreeing when they entered the kitchen. Finally Michael relented and said that Nikita could go shopping as long as Madeline went as well. Squealing with glee, Nikita hugged Michael. She practically dragged Madeline upstairs to get ready. Then it would be on with the adventure.

They decided to take Nikita’s Porsche. She was anxious to drive it again. She slid into her seat and ran her slender fingers over the wheel. She started the car and sped out of the garage. She was ready to shop. Her instinct took her to the nearest mall without incident.

Hours passed as they searched store after store. Nikita tried to pick gender neutral outfits for the baby but Madeline insisted Nikita was having a girl. Everything Madeline purchased for the baby was either pink or flowery. In her heart Nikita knew she was having a girl but she had yet to admit it to anyone else.

As it neared closing time at the mall, Madeline urged Nikita to finish up their shopping trip. She promised Nikita they could return another time. Nikita knew it was true but she dreaded the discord it would cause between her and Michael. Speaking of which, she was getting anxious to go home and show Michael all of their purchases. She just wanted to go to one more store. She laughed as she dragged a tired Madeline into the elevator.

They chatted while the elevator ascended to the third floor. Nikita wanted to stop at the Baby Gap to get a pink onesie. It would be her way of admitting she was going to have a girl. It stopped on the second floor to pick up more passengers. They were struggling to hold all of their shopping bags when the elevator doors opened. “Well, isn’t this a Kodak moment?” the voice of a stranger purred. Nikita and Madeline’s eyes widened in fear and shock. They reached for their guns but they were too late. The stranger shot them both with tranquilizer darts. They slowly collapsed in a heap amid their bags.

I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
...Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

...For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine';
...Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), English poet.