Dr. Brian Whicker ran a nervous hand through his dark curls, and then swallowed hard. He took a deep breath for courage and then climbed the stairs to Operations glass aerie, his heart pounding loudly with each step.

"You wanted to see me?" he squeaked out when he had reached the high glassed- in perch of Operations, where the older man stood watching his operatives below him through the huge windows, not unlike a hawk scanning for prey. Brian wondered disconsolately who would be the victim of this predator this time.

He did not have long to wait before he received an answer to his unspoken question. Without preamble, the silver-haired leader turned to him and barked out a question of his own. "Have you talked to Michael lately?"

Brian closed his eyes and sighed. Michael again, he thought angrily. When was Section going to leave Michael the hell ALONE, anyway?

He had only recently learned about the Vacek mission, and had been shocked to find out that Michael had been forced to marry, father a child, and then had been forced to give them up when the mission was over. His heart ached for his friend, knowing that Michael had been shaken and devastated by this loss, and had been spiraling down into a deep depression that he was just now beginning to pull out of, thanks to Nikita, but he knew Michael had a long way to go before he healed completely.

"I’ve spoken to him briefly," Brian answered in a resentful tone. He was unwilling to give Operations details about his short, but heart-felt conversations with Michael over the past weeks. They mostly consisted of Brian pleading with Michael to not give up, to remember that there were people who cared about him- that BRIAN cared about him. Brian knew that Michael was dangerously close to going over the edge, and had quietly offered his support, and reminded Michael that he was there for him, if he needed anything. That his offers of companionship and company were only met with a polite thank you, and nothing more, had not offended Brian in the least. He knew that Michael needed his solitude, a chance to lick his wounds in private.

Brian was pleased to see that Michael had at last started talking to someone; he noticed that Michael and Nikita had lately been going out for coffee together, a very good sign that a healing had begun.

"I see," responded Operations, his eyes narrowing. "Then I take it Michael hasn’t confided in you, then?"

"Confided in me about what?" Brian demanded suspiciously, suddenly even more afraid for his friend than before.

The Section leader smirked evilly. "About whether he and Nikita are having sex yet," he said tightly. "That’s what."

Brian blanched, his blue eyes going wide with shock. "WHAT?" he choked out, appalled. "What did you say?"

The older man eyed the young doctor appraisingly. "You heard me, Doctor," he said acidly. His pale blue eyes glittered with annoyance. "If I knew if they were sleeping together, it would give me an indication of how close Michael is to being back to normal, after his rather disappointing performance of late..."

Brian saw red. His fear gone, overcome by a blinding anger on his friend’s behalf, Brian stepped forward and got, literally, in Operations’ face. "His PERFORMANCE is down because the man is devastated by the loss of his family!" Brian shouted, eyes blazing fire. "Or can’t you understand that?"

Operations eyed him coldly, not responding to this dig. "He’s a Class Five operative," the older man went on with asperity. "He knew what the endgame would be, going in. He should have been prepared. He should have gotten over it….."

Brian interrupted him, furious. "The man lost his CHILD, for God’s sake!" the doctor protested. "That’s not something you just ‘get over’!"

The pale blue eyes turned several degrees more icy than before. "It IS, if Michael wants to survive in Section," Operations said in a glacial tone. "That’s why I called you in here…"

"To help Michael get over it?" Brian gasped out . "To help him get past his grief?" The older man nodded, pleased at the doctor’s understanding. "Yes, that’s exactly what I want from you…."

Brian blinked, somewhat mollified. He began to feel a stirring of hope. "Okay, then," he began thoughtfully, running his hand through his hair as he began pacing the length of the narrow room. "In my professional opinion, Michael should be given an extended leave of absence; he needs lots of rest, a complete break…."

"Hmmpph," Operations grunted. "Really?"

Brian nodded. "Really," he answered softly, then went on, looking his superior defiantly in the eyes. "A trip somewhere would be helpful, too. Then, when he gets back, Michael should be offered the chance to talk to a therapist, work it all out in his mind, take his time sorting it through…"

The older man glared at him, then sighed. "We don’t have TIME, Doctor," he snapped at him. "We’re in a war here with the terrorists of this world, or haven’t you noticed?"

Operations shook his head. "We can’t give Michael the months you’re talking about…."

Brian blinked. "I’m sorry, but the healing takes as long as it takes," the doctor protested. "You can’t cure depression in a day…"

To his shock, Operations grinned widely at him. "No, you couldn’t," he agreed, his eyes gleaming. "Until now…"

Brian bit his lip, feeling his stomach lurch in apprehension. "What does that mean?" he asked warily.

The older man still smiled, making Brian even more nervous. "There’s a new experimental treatment that Sector 4 is having some success with," Operations told him softly. "We’re thinking of using it ourselves…"

He turned and met Brian’s eyes, his own forcefully stern and glaring. "We’d like you to supervise the program, Doctor…"

"No!" Brian blurted out automatically, appalled at this suggestion. "You want me stand by and watch while you drug Michael, or brainwash him?" he spat out in disgust. "Well, the answer is no !" the doctor shouted, glaring back. "I won’t be a part of it!"

Operations held Brian’s gaze for a long moment, then he turned away, shrugging his shoulders. "Very well, Doctor," he said, his tone very casual. "We won’t ask you to be part of it, then." He waved a hand at Brian in dismissal. "That will be all," he told him lightly. "You can go.." Brian stared at the hawk-like profile, aghast and stunned. "You won’t try this new treatment on Michael, then?" he demanded, his voice quavering with fear.

Operations just smiled, not answering the question. "I said, that would be all, Doctor," he repeated in a chillingly firm tone.

Brian nodded, breathing hard. He turned on his heel and fled Operations’ office, more terrified than he had ever been. His heart racing in fear, Brian rushed down the stairs and staggered into the Section hallway below. His white lab coat flaring out behind him, he took off running, headed straight to Michael’s office.

The Class Five operative was not there.

"Oh, sh*t," swore Brian, staring in horror at the empty chair behind the neat desk, his heart sinking in dread. "Oh, sh*t….."

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

Michael was not in his office. He was in his new apartment, in his new bed, holding an old friend in his arms.

"Nikita….." he breathed into her ear with a satisfied murmur. They had just made love for the first time in months, since the Armel mission, and the experience had been more beautiful and healing than he had ever imagined it could be. From the moment he had kissed her, and then submerged his body into hers, his fears and sorrows had fled, his heart-ache had eased, to be replaced by a singing joy he had not imagined it possible to feel- not after what Section had done to him.

For the first time in a long, long time, he felt whole, and at peace. With Nikita nestled drowsily spoon-fashioned against him, her hair tickling his chest, her warmth pressed against him, Michael felt like he could go on, now that he had her love to strengthen him. Idly, he reached for her, caressing his hand up and down her body until his fingers found one pink-tipped breast, the nipple hardening instantly under his touch.

"Mmmmm," Nikita groaned in her throat, wriggling against him. "That feels good…"

Michael laughed happily, his heart light, and then nuzzled his mouth along the sensitive flesh of her neck. "Nikita…" he moaned softly, feeling his manhood stir to life again. "I need you….."

The beautiful blonde turned in his arms, snuggling close. Face to face now, she looked into the glittering green eyes, and smiled her beautiful smile, making Michael’s heart break open anew in happiness. "I’m all yours…." She agreed in a voice hoarse with passion, and then kissed him.

Michael moaned, tasting the soft lips again, and then his mouth went lower….. It was then that both lovers were jolted harshly out of their magical world by the sound of violent knocking on the door.

"Michael!" Brian called loudly, banging frantically on the door. "Michael! Are you there?" More banging. "Michael, please… Jesus, just please be there…" the doctor groaned anxiously. He knocked again. "MICHAEL! LET ME IN!"

Michael flashed a regretful look at Nikita, and then bounded from the bed, wrapping his robe around him as he went to answer the door, uttering a frustrated expletive. Nikita sat up against the head board of the bed, drawing the blanket up to cover the shapely breasts that Michael had been adoring just a few moments before.

He gave her one more longing glance before he unbolted the lock, and pulled open the door. "Brian?" Michael greeted him in sour tone. "What are you doing here?"

Brian had been to Michael’s apartment a few times before to check on him, after having black-mailed the address out of Birkoff. The doctor had threatened to flunk the young computer genius on all his physicals from then on if he didn’t cough up the intel. Birkoff, knowing the stubborn doctor meant business, complied.

Brian sighed visibly in relief at seeing Michael, and pushed his way into the apartment, and then closed the door behind him. "Jesus, Michael," he swore, anxiously eyeing him up and down, "Are you all right?"

Michael let out a soft breath, and then gave his friend a blank stare. "I’m fine," he said with grave dignity.

It was then that Brian registered Michael’s appearance- naked under the robe, his hair disheveled, mouth swollen from kissing, lipstick on his collarbone….

"Christ," Brian swore, glancing past Michael and meeting Nikita’s embarrassed gaze as she huddled on the rumpled bed, among the passion-tousled sheets. The doctor blushed bright red. "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bother you like this, Michael," he apologized, turning to look back at his friend. "But it’s important…" he pleaded sincerely. "Really important…"

"It’s okay," Michael said gently, stepping back to allow Brian to come further into the room. "What’s this about?"

Brian let out a shaky breath and sank into a hard-backed chair not far from the bed, scrupulously avoiding meeting Nikita’s eyes. Michael settled at the foot of the bed next to his lover, resting his hand comfortingly on her leg under the blanket. "What happened?" Michael encouraged the embarrassed doctor again.

Brian ran a nervous hand through his hair and began. "Operations called me in to his office today," he told them earnestly. "He was asking about you.."

"What about me?" Michael asked quietly, all his senses going on alert.

"About how much progress you were making in your recovery, getting over…. you know…." Embarrassed, Brian faltered to stop, squirming uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yes?" Michael encouraged him gently. "Go on."

Brian took in a deep breath, met Michael’s eyes, and told him the rest. "He wanted me to supervise a new experimental project that Sector 4 has been using," he explained in a rush. "A project that is supposed to cure depression…"

Nikita gasped, and leaned forward. "They want to experiment on Michael?" she choked out. "Oh, God…"

Michael tensed, his expression grim. "Tell me about this experiment," he demanded tightly.

Brian moaned, and shook his head. "That’s just it," he confessed disconsolately. "I don’t know what it is…." He met Michael’s eyes apologetically. "I was so disgusted by Operation’s suggestion, that, like a IDIOT, I told him I didn’t want anything to do with his damned project…."

Michael blinked, his heart softening at this touching defense of him by his friend, Brian. A warm feeling of being cherished flooded his soul.

The doctor buried his face in his hands, bending forward. "At least, if I’d had the presence of mind to accept his offer, I’d have a clue as to what was going on, but as it is, I have no idea what they’re planning now…"

He lifted his head up, looking sorrowfully into Michael’s face. "I came to warn you you’re in danger," he said bleakly, "But I don’t know what form that danger is going to take.. "Michael’s jaw clenched. "You think they’ll drug me?" he asked tightly.

Brian gave a frustrated sigh. "Maybe," he answered disconsolately. "Maybe something else…"

Nikita let out a choking gasp. "Brain-washing?" she whispered in alarm. "Like what they did to me?"

Grimly, Brian nodded. "Maybe," he answered. The doctor rose from his chair and began agitatedly pacing. "Michael, I want you to come into Medlab so that I can take a blood sample…."

"Why?" Michael asked softly.

Brian continued pacing, running a nervous hand through his hair. "So I can get a base-line on your blood chemistry. And then I want you to come in everyday after that, so I can check for any new drugs in your system…"

"Okay," Michael agreed gratefully. "Thank you."

"What can I do?" Nikita asked urgently from the bed.

Brian turned to look at her fully for the first time. "I want you to keep an eye on Michael," he told her gently. "Report to me any changes in behavior, or attitude, no matter how minor, okay?"

"I will," she promised grimly. "I won’t let him out of my sight."

"Good," Brian sighed, feeling somewhat relieved, now that his message of warning had been delivered. He strode toward the door to leave. "I’m sorry about this," he apologized again. "And I’m sorry I disturbed you…"

Michael rose from the bed and crossed the room to Brian, before he could leave. "Brian, wait.." he said softly.

The blue eyes looked up into deep green. "Yes?" the doctor asked.

"Thank you," Michael said gently, and then reached for his friend to give him a hug. Brian stood stunned for a moment, somewhat overwhelmed at this show of emotion from the usually stoic Michael, and then returned the embrace with fierce fervor, thumping Michael hard on the back.

After a moment, the men broke apart, Brian gazing tenderly at his friend. "Take care, Michael," he said softly, then turned, stepped through the door, and was gone.

Michael closed the door behind him, locked it again, and then slumped wearily against the wall, closing his eyes. He was tired, so very tired, of Section’s games…. "C’mere," Nikita invited him softly from the bed.

With a sigh, Michael opened his eyes, and then crossed the room to join her once more on the bed, throwing off his robe as he went. With a moan, he climbed under the covers and nestled beside her, entwining his limbs with hers.

Nikita wriggled closer, pulling him over on top of her. "Michael.." she moaned softly. Michael buried his face in her soft hair, his lips eagerly nuzzling her neck once more. "Help me, Nikita…" he groaned hoarsely. "Help me forget, just for a little while…"

"Shhh, my Love," she soothed him, tangling her fingers in his thick hair, and pulling his face down to hers. "Shhh…"

Then gently, thoroughly, she kissed him, and proceeded to love all his demons away.

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

The next morning, while Michael slept, Nikita awoke first and made her way to the kitchen, started the coffee, then slipped into the bathroom. The old-fashioned claw-foot tub that Michael had installed beckoned her, and impulsively, she ran the taps full blast and settled in for a long soak, luxuriating in the hot water up to her neck, enjoying the fact that the tub was long enough for her to stretch out her legs full length.

Sighing contentedly, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and thought of Michael. How tender their love-making had been, how much closer she felt to him now, after he had opened up to her about Adam and Elena. She had been horrified at first when she had found out about the existence of Michael’s secret family, but her horror had quickly metamorphosed into an overwhelming sadness for everyone involved, especially the child that Michael loved.

Nikita shifted in the bath and let out an angry sigh. Section had used Michael cruelly, destroying his relationship with Simone, the woman he had chosen for himself, by forcing him to be with another. Michael had been right to warn Nikita that it was dangerous to care for him, since all the people he loved ended up dead or hurt. But Nikita realized that the reason they were hurt was not because of Michael- he tried to protect those he loved. No, the real cause of their suffering was in every case, not Michael, but Section. Michael himself had never intended to hurt anyone.

That he had admitted he cared for her- ranked her with Adam and Simone, and Elena-as having a place in his heart, had touched Nikita deeply. That he was torn and anguished that he had hurt her touched her as well. Her resentment and confusion had faded, now that she at last knew the truth about why Michael had kept her at a distance. He had been trying to keep her from being hurt further, and his anguish and guilt about being with her was understandable, given that, as a man of integrity, he was conflicted about loving her while he had a wife, even if that wife was not the woman he wanted, but one imposed on him by the demands of Section duties.

But now that marriage, that family life, was over. Nikita grieved for him, but she was filled with hope as well. Michael was reaching out to her, confiding in her, sharing himself with her. Last night’s sweet tender beginning of the sharing of his bed with her thrilled her, and touched her as well. That Michael would trust himself to her that much- trust HER that much- to open himself so completely, intimately with her- body, heart, and soul- made her speechless with awe.

Nikita sighed, and sat up in the tub, absently reaching for the soap and the razor, and began to shave her long legs. Her thoughts were elsewhere, however, mulling over Brian’s disturbing nocturnal visit. She frowned angrily, furious at the idea of Section once more toying with Michael, expecting him to be a machine, not a man with real feelings, a man with a heart. Section expected him to get over losing his son in a day, after having given Michael enough pain to last a lifetime. Section’s callousness in face of Michael’s suffering appalled her.

Lost in her indignant thoughts, Nikita let the razor slip from her soapy hands, and a second later she let out a cry as a nick in her leg gushed blood into the water.

"Damn," she swore impatiently, rising hastily from the tub. She wrapped herself in a towel and sat down on the closed toilet lid, pulling her leg up to survey the damage. The cut was not as deep as she had thought, and she looked around the bathroom for something to soothe the sting of the injury.

Her eyes lit upon a fresh, unopened bottle of after shave, in Michael’s usual fragrance. Smiling, she snatched the bottle off the shelf and opened it, then inhaled deeply, enjoying the spicy masculine scent that evoked the very essence of Michael to her. This was the scent she associated with Michael being near her- this was the scent she had inhaled greedily as they made love. Her body responded to this sweet stimulant, her nipples hardening instantly as she drank in the heady fragrance of virile man, her loins tugging painfully in an almost Pavlovian response.

Shaking her head, Nikita laughed at herself. "You really have it bad," she thought, and then impulsively, just to prove that to herself that she had the right to smell that beautiful smell all day, to carry it with her, she splashed the cologne onto her legs in wild abandon.

For a moment, she was dizzy, as the world spun deliriously around her. Then, with a laugh, Nikita decided that the dizziness was due to an overabundance of Michael smell, and that the only cure for it was more of the same. Laughing to herself, she left the bathroom in search of the source of her sensory desires, the beautiful Michael himself.

She found him in the kitchen, wearing his robe, cooking breakfast. He smiled at her, making her feel even more giddy and light-headed than before. "Good morning," he said, his voice rough with desire. His eyes raked her body, covered only in the thin towel. "You look good enough to eat for breakfast," he teased, his mouth quirking up in a happy smile. He was feeling light-hearted enough to banter with her this way, the feeling amazing him. It had been a long time since he had felt this care-free. It also amazed him that he could be feeling desire after having made love all night, but he did. He felt his cock stirring to life under his robe, straining for her….

Nikita held stock still at his words, and then felt herself quivering. An uncontrollable urge came over her, and impulsively, she stepped forward to sweep all the breakfast things off the kitchen table- sugar bowl, plates, orange juice, everything- fell to the floor. A second later she had arranged herself across the table top, tossing the towel aside. She edged her thighs to the end of the table, and then let them splay wantonly apart, revealing her intricate, womanly folds to his gaze.

"Then come have me for breakfast," she invited him with a groan, arching her back.

Michael stood in shocked silence for a moment, mesmerized, tempted, but unsure. Nikita had certainly surprised him.

"Eat me…" she begged, writhing with need. "Please, Michael, oh please…." She moaned.

Unable to resist this invitation, Michael flung off his robe, uttered a loud cry, and knelt between her legs. Eagerly, he caressed her quivering thighs, holding them steady in his hands, and then bent his head to taste her sweetness.

Nikita cried out in ecstasy as his mouth connected with her tender flesh. She thrust her hips up to meet his seeking tongue and lips, and threw her head back, her body arching into a bow as she lost herself in the feel of his most intimate caresses.

Michael found himself becoming more and more aroused by Nikita’s enthusiastic enjoyment of his attentions, as well as by the taste and feel of her succulent flesh. Devotedly, he lavished her with his fervent kisses, devouring her hungrily, drinking in the nectar that formed like dew at the gates of her entrance into Paradise…

She began squirming wildly, her hips never stopping their bucking motion against his face. Chest heaving, breathing raggedly, Nikita unconsciously whimpered out her need for more. "Oh, God, Michael…." She screamed out, pulling him by the hair, forcing his mouth closer.

With a groan, Michael plunged his tongue all the way inside her, and then swirled its tip across the sensitive, throbbing clit, lashing the tender pleasure bud furiously. Nikita screamed again, and came, her body jerking uncontrollably as the ecstatic tremors shook her head to toe.

Michael rested his head on her belly as she came down from the heights. It took several minutes for her breathing to come back to normal. At last she opened her eyes, sat up, and smiled at him. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?" she asked sweetly.

Michael smiled back, enjoying her teasing, but not the ache between his legs, his need for her having grown, along with his erection, to monstrous proportions. "Yes…" he moaned softly. "You tasted wonderful…"

Nikita smiled wider, and clambered off the table. "Good," she said in a satisfied voice, and then stretched and yawned, her hard, lithe body taking his breath away. "Then if you’re through with breakfast, I’ll go get dressed…."

And with that, she turned and sauntered happily back toward the bathroom.

Michael watched her go, his jaw dropping open in shock. His manhood throbbed and ached unabated between his hard thighs. Nikita had not touched him, had not even kissed him, he realized. He shook his head in amazement. He was beginning to realize he had a lot to learn about this fascinating, yet frustrating, woman.

With a sigh, Michael shook his head again, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the mess where it was. Nikita had made it very plain that "breakfast" was over.

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

A few hours later, a glum-looking Michael showed up in Medlab looking for Brian. The young doctor ushered him into an exam room and carefully shut the door, then turned to look at his friend, his eyes going wide.

"Operations didn’t order you here for some kind of treatment, did he?" Brian asked anxiously.

Michael shook his head. "No," he answered with a sigh, shrugging out of his coat and climbing up on the exam table. "I came to give you the blood sample you wanted."

Brian nodded in relief. "Good," he said, watching Michael closely. "How are you feeling?" he queried, as he prepared the syringe and donned latex gloves. "Your mood, I mean?"

Michael sighed again. "I’m fine," he said automatically as he pushed up his sleeve, the green eyes revealing nothing.

Brian frowned, slipped the needle carefully in a vein at the inside of Michael’s elbow, and procured his sample, and then stepped back, eyeing Michael thoughtfully. He had expected that after having made love to Nikita all night, that Michael’s mood would be a little lighter than it seemed to be at this moment. But, actually, he realized, that was a good sign.

"I suspect that whatever drug they might give you will have a mood-elevating effect," Brian explained gently, leaning against counter. He ran a hand through his hair. "If you get suddenly giddy or euphoric for no reason, I want to know about it," he ordered sternly. "Okay?"

Michael nodded, and rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. "Okay," he agreed, forcing a wan smile. He was still fretting over why Nikita had not done anything to relieve his very evident need for her that morning, after HE had done his best to satisfy HER. But it didn’t appear to be a consciously cruel or deliberately spiteful act on her part. In fact, Nikita seemed unaware that she had even done anything to bother or disturb him, but disturbed he was. The ache between his legs had faded, but was still there, reminding him of just how unsatisfied he had been.

He was glad someone, at least, was happy about his glum mood. Brian seemed very relieved to see him somewhat morose. But maybe he should be grateful, Michael thought. At least Nikita’s odd behavior gave him something to fret about besides the loss of his family…..

"Is that it?" Michael asked, hopping down from the table and rolling down his sleeve. "I have a briefing in a few minutes.."

Brian nodded, and held up the vial of blood. "That’s it, my friend," he answered gently. "I’ll get this the lab right away, so I’ll have a base-line. Then you should come in each day to give me a new sample."

Michael nodded, shrugging back into his jacket. He squared his shoulders and walked to the door. "See you later, then," he said in farewell.

Brian frowned again. "Watch your back," the doctor warned him, feeling more anxious than before. He hated the idea of Section targeting Michael again. He knew he was going be unable to rest until this whole thing was over.

Michael nodded and slipped out the door.

He had only been gone a few moments when a new patient appeared, peeking her blonde head around the edge of the exam room door. "Hi, Doc!" she greeted him brightly. "Got a minute?"

"Nikita?" Brian asked, alarmed, coming toward her and opening the door wider to usher her inside. "What is it?" he demanded anxiously. "Is something wrong with Michael?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No, Silly," she told him with a smile. "Something’s wrong with ME…" She came further into the room and then lifted one shapely nylon-clad leg and placed it on the exam table, pointing her toe, as if she were doing stretching exercises on a ballet bar. She turned the curvaceous limb so that Brian could see the back of one slender thigh. Fresh blood oozed from a gash just above the back of her knee.

"I cut myself shaving," she explained apologetically. "I thought I had the bleeding stopped, but it started again…."

Brian nodded, relieved. At last, he thought, here was a problem he could handle. Something simple and uncomplicated for a change. He gestured for her to get on the table. "Lie down there and we’ll take a look," he told her, and then walked to the sink to wash his hands. Behind him, he heard the rustling of clothing as Nikita arranged herself on the exam table.

"Do you want me to take the panty hose off?" she asked, addressing his broad-shouldered back.

"Yes, that’ll be fine," Brian answered, drying his hands on a paper towel. He heard more rustling behind him, and stayed facing the wall to give Nikita some privacy for this task. After a moment, there was only silence. "Ready?" Brian called out.

"Yes, ready," came the cheerful answer.

Brian turned and then let out a choking gasp when he saw her, almost swallowing his tongue.

She was lying on her stomach, her sweater-covered arms crossed under her chin and pillowing her head. But that was not why Brian was so shocked. Below the waist, she was completely nude. Her shoes, skirt, and pantyhose had been removed, giving the startled doctor a spectacular view of her beautiful, shapely rear and the equally beautiful legs attached to it.

"Nikita?" he gasped. He knew she was, like Michael, not particularly modest, but he had been unprepared for this wanton display of her charms.

The blonde smiled at him innocently. She lifted one long leg off the table a few inches, and waggled it at him. The view that this motion revealed took his breath away. "It’s this leg," she said helpfully.

Brian cleared his throat and attempted to put his eyes back in their sockets. Blushing furiously, he came forward, determined to do his job. With difficulty, he forced his wayward eyes to focus on the cut on the back of her leg, and tried to not let his gaze stray higher to more glorious, but forbidden, areas.

Gently, he probed the cut, inadvertently making it bleed more.

"Ow!" said Nikita, wiggling, and giving him another delightful view of Paradise.

Brian blushed harder. "Sorry," he choked out, and the turned to get his supplies from the counter near the sink- gauze, tape, cotton balls, and antibacterial cream.

"It’s deep, but I don’t think it needs stitches," Brian told her. He forced himself to take deep breaths to calm down. He felt his heart racing a mile a minute. Again he turned to her, carrying his supplies, and went to work, struggling to ignore the view.

Nikita wiggled again as he cleaned and dressed the cut. Finally, Brian put one hand firmly on her calf to hold her steady. He didn’t know if he could complete this task with the continued distraction that her luscious nether region presented.

As he finished up his work, Brian felt dizzy for a moment, then straightened, feeling suddenly relaxed and at ease. He had done a good job, he thought. He had done what she had asked. How could he want more than that?

"All fixed now," he told her happily. He stashed his supplies back on the counter and then turned back to her, gently stroking his hand down the side of the wound. "How does it feel?" he asked softly.

Nikita turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, entranced blue eyes meeting blue. "It feels…. good…" she said breathlessly. "I liked it when you touched me…"

Brian froze, then smiled a tremulous smile. "You want me to do it again?" he asked eagerly. Nikita turned over on the table, and smiled back at him. She stretched out her long legs and lay back, arching her body tantalizingly toward him, and licked her lips. "Yes…" she invited with a breathless moan. "Touch me as much as you want to…."

Brian nodded, and with an obedient groan, did as she asked. His hands slipped under her sweater and he began fondling the soft breasts, alternately kneading them and tweaking her nipples with his fingers.

Nikita moaned and then sat up, tugging the garment off and throwing it to the floor.

"More?" Brian asked pleadingly.

Nikita nodded, almost shyly. "Do you want to?" she asked, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

The doctor nodded back. "Uh huh," he choked out.

Nikita smiled. "Okay…." She answered, pleased.

Brian bent his head to take a soft nipple in his mouth, and Nikita giggled. He had just moved his mouth over to suckle the other breast when the intercom squawked to life.

"Dr. Whicker!" Operations voice boomed loudly from the speaker on the wall.

"Mmm, what?" Brian mumbled, his mouth full of warm womanly flesh.

"Your presence is needed at the briefing table, NOW!" the Section leader barked.

Brian blinked, and then stood up straight, smiling happily. "Okay," he agreed enthusiastically. "Can Nikita come, too?"

Operations paused for a moment. "She’s there with you?"

"Yes, I’m here! I’m here!" Nikita sang out eagerly. "Do you want me, too?"

Operations hesitated again, not used to Nikita being in such a gay mood when called in for a briefing. "Of course, I want you," the older man grunted harshly. "Get in here, now!"

"Yes, SIR!" Nikita responded with another giggle, and jumped off the exam table, headed toward the door.

Brian giggled behind her. "Nikita," he said, unable to control his laughing. "You’re naked…."

Nikita blushed and smiled back. "You’re right!" she answered, breaking into giggles of her own as she gathered up her clothes. She was laughing so hard she could hardly dress herself.

Brian staggered forward, still laughing, and assisted her the best he could in getting back into her skirt, sweater and shoes. After several minutes, punctuated by more fits of helpless giggling, she at last stood before him, disheveled, but decent.

Brian smiled at her and took her hand. "Let’s go," he said happily. "Operations needs us." His voice was full of hushed awe and pride.

Nikita smiled back, thinking that this was just as wondrous and beautiful a thing as Brian did. "Yeah!" she crowed. "Isn’t it great?" She let out a happy laugh, and took Brian’s arm, and together they went into the hall, heading toward the meeting with Operations.

Nikita, like a child excited about Christmas morning, was unable to stop herself- She was so happy, she started to skip on the way.

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

Nikita and Brian arrived at the briefing table a few minutes later, holding hands and giggling. They staggered toward their seats and collapsed into them, then looked around the table at the shocked faces of their fellow operatives.

Walter’s faded blue eyes went wide with astonishment, and Birkoff gasped, his jaw dropping open. Operations stared at them from across the table, his lip curling in disgusted disapproval. What the two newcomers had been up to was painfully obvious to all.

Michael was white with fury, his fists clenched, the green eyes glittering dangerously. He glared from Brian, to Nikita, and back again. Both smiled at him innocently, but with Nikita’s disheveled clothes, mussed hair, and the satisfied "cat that got the cream" look he thought was only reserved for him, Michael knew she and Brian had been "playing doctor."

"What the hell have you two been doing?" Michael hissed, feeling angry and betrayed.

Brian smiled, his blue eyes wide and innocent. " She got naked and I was kissing her titties," he reported sweetly.

"WHAT??!!" Michael yelled, jumping up from his chair, almost overturning it. He turned hurt, anguished eyes to Nikita and Brian. "How could you do this to me?"

"Christ.." muttered Walter, shaking his head in his disbelief.

Birkoff let out an incoherent choking sound, and even Operations was beyond speech. Before Brian could reply to Michael’s question, Nikita jumped eagerly into the conversation. "I cut my leg shaving and Brian bandaged it for me," she explained, eyes wide and child-like. "See?"

Before the men knew it, Nikita had hopped up from her seat and stretched out the injured leg on the table-top, turning it this way and that so all could see the bandage at the back of her knee.

However, the bandage was not what the men looked at. Her movement caused the skirt to ride up high on the blonde’s shapely thighs, and it was plainly evident that underneath the skirt she wore nothing at all.

Birkoff, who was sitting next to Walter at the far end of the table, sputtered and gasped, finally able to speak. "Holy shit!" he blurted out at this fine display.

Nikita beamed at him, pleased. She offered the admired leg to him, lifting it off the table and wrapping it around the young computer wizard in his chair, almost climbing in his lap. "You can touch it if you want…." She told him eagerly, pointing to the bandage. She grabbed Birkoff’s hand and placed it firmly on her slenderly muscled upper thigh.

Birkoff paled, and looked like he was going to pass out. But his hand still caressed the smooth skin under his fingers. He shuddered for a moment, feeling dizzy, then grinned happily.

"I’ll touch it all day if you want me to…" he offered eagerly. With a smile, he moved his hand higher up the smooth thigh…

Michael had had all he could take. With a strangled cry, he crossed the space to the entwined couple. Shoving Nikita aside, he leapt for Birkoff, hauling the younger man roughly to his feet, jerking him up by the collar. "If you want her, you have to deal with me first," Michael yelled into Seymour’s face. "Understand?"

Birkoff smiled at him goofily and nodded. "Well, okay, Michael, sure," he agreed happily. "If that’s the way you want it…" And with that, the young man stood on tiptoe, clutched Michael by the lapels, and kissed the shocked operative full on the lips.

Operations’ eyes bugged out, his throat working, but no sound coming out. Brian just spun around in his chair, giggling to himself. Walter uttered an astonished curse. "Well, BITE ME!" he gasped out, flabbergasted by this display.

Nikita’s head came up at these words, her eyes riveted on the old man. "Okay…." She agreed enthusiastically. She launched herself at Walter, landing in his lap, and threw her arms around his neck. She bared her teeth and then sank them into the old man’s neck. Walter let out a scream. "Get her off me! Get her off me!" he yelled frantically.

Michael aroused from his state of frozen shock to come to the rescue. He pushed Birkoff away from him, and whirled to reach Nikita. He grabbed her by the leg, hauling her off her screaming victim.

"Stop it!" he yelled. "Stop it!"

Nikita instantly obeyed, releasing Walter and sliding into Michael’s arms, giggling. "Hi, Michael," she flirted coyly, and wrapped her leg around his waist.

Michael closed his eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness hit him, then as swiftly as the feeling came, it disappeared, leaving him feeling only light-hearted and happy. And also very horny.

He returned Nikita’s lascivious smile. "I want to touch your … leg, too…" he admitted huskily, his green eyes glittering with desire.

Nikita giggled, and kissed him. Michael groaned and lay Nikita down on top of the briefing table, then climbed on top of her, his lips never leaving hers.

Walter smiled goofily and rubbed his neck. "Hey, man!" he protested, feeling light-headed and happy now as well. "She wasn’t through biting me…"

Birkoff eyed his friend sympathetically, and crossed to the old man, crawling into his lap. "I’ll … bite you if you want," the young man said with a whimper, nuzzling Walter’s bleeding neck.

Walter smiled. "Okay, sure…" he agreed. The men began to cuddle enthusiastically.

Brian looked wistfully from one pair of horny partners to the other, and then eyed Operations with a lustful gleam. The handsome doctor got up from his chair and approached the horrified Section leader, his arms outstretched. "I’ll kiss your titties if you want…" Brian offered eagerly.

"Oh, Christ!" Operations swore, backing up from his avidly approaching lover. "That is IT!" he declared. Anxiously, he fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out a gun, loaded with tranq darts. Methodically, he shot all five operatives, starting with Brian first. The young doctor crumpled in his tracks, falling unconscious at Operations’ feet.

The frantically fondling, groping and groaning couple of Walter and Birkoff were next, then the rutting with abandon, wild animal, screeching-like-monkeys pair, Michael and Nikita. At last the room was silent, the operatives slumped quietly on the floor or the furniture.

Operations let out a groan and collapsed in the nearest chair, holding his head in his hands. After a moment, he recovered himself and lifted his head, his blue eyes blazing angrily. "I’m going to kill that bastard from Section Four," he vowed loudly.

The click of high heels on the hard concrete floor broke the silence that surrounded him. Operations looked up to meet the calm brown eyes of a disdainful Madeleine. She looked around pointedly at the unconscious bodies that littered the briefing room.

"I told you so," she said with grim satisfaction. "I TOLD you your experiment to cure Michael wouldn’t work."

Operations nodded miserably. "Yes, My Dear," he said meekly. "You did."

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

"It wasn’t supposed to be this way," Operations whined for the umpteenth time. "Section Four claimed they had total success with the treatment…."

Madeleine stared at him impatiently from over the top of her tea cup at the long breakfast table. "Section Four used the drug in the proper dosage," she said with asperity, enjoying watching Operations squirm. "A drop or two would have worked fine," she said with a sigh, setting down her tea cup. "The results would have been what we wanted- a slight, but distinctly noticeable elevation of mood, an increased sex drive, and, most importantly, a tendency to follow suggestions…."

Operations hung his head, like a scolded puppy. He blushed silently as Madeline went on with her dressing down.

"As it was," she continued in a harsh tone, "Nikita practically soaked herself in the stuff, and we ended up with a team of giggling, horny love slaves that were willing to do anything to each other…."

Operations moaned, looking miserable.

"Whose idea was it, anyway," Madeleine demanded tightly, " to put it in Michael’s after-shave?"

Operations flushed bright red again. "Mine," he admitted with a squeak.

Madeleine shook her head in disgust, and let out a martyred sigh. "Well, lucky for you, the situation is contained," she said acidly. "No one witnessed the wild monkey sex in the middle of Section, with our top operatives going berserk, humping everything that moves…."

Operations groaned and hung his head.

"And with a little memory modification, the team won’t remember that they acted like total fools…." Madeleine went on.

The Section leader whimpered.

Madeleine eyed him thoughtfully across the table, and then made a decision, deciding the Section Leader had suffered enough. For now.

"Oh, well," she sighed, taking another sip of tea and relaxing back into her chair. She gave Operations the slightest of Mona Lisa smiles. "I suppose no real harm was done…"

Her companion looked up at her hopefully. "That’s true," he agreed meekly.

"Finish your juice," she chided him softly.

Operations smiled at her and chugged his glass of orange juice down. Madeleine watched him speculatively as the last of the liquid slid down his throat.

She smiled at him. "How do you feel?" she asked sweetly.

Operations shook his head, a feeling of dizziness washing over him. He shuddered violently and them smiled a big lopsided, goofy grin. "I feel SWELL!" he proclaimed loudly, and then let out a happy giggle.

Madeleine’s smile grew wider. She licked her lips and then pushed back in her chair, raising one delicately turned ankle up for his inspection. "Do you want to play 'Cleopatra and her Slave-Boy' again?" she invited with a lilt in her voice.

The silver-haired leader nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, YEAH!" he shouted enthusiastically, and then fell to his knees before her, groveling and licking the pretty ankle she presented him.

"I am not worthy, My Queen," he whimpered, bowing and prostrating himself before her. "I am not worthy…."

Madeleine laughed happily. Before she went on with her game, she tucked the small drug vial into her pocket, safeguarding it for later use.

She smirked. You never knew when a little…. anti-depressant would come in handy…… Madeleine thought to herself.

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

Michael moaned, stirred in his sleep, and reached for Nikita. She had been sharing his big bed in his apartment for the past two nights, ever since both of them had been released from Medlab, after the freak gas-leak that had effected Brian, Birkoff, and Walter as well.

All five of them had suffered the effects- they had passed out at the briefing table, they had been told, and had woken up groggy and confused, not being able to remember anything from the last twenty-four hours.

Nikita snuggled closer, and wrapped her arms around her tender lover. "You okay, My Love?" she asked huskily.

"Mmm," he murmured, holding her tighter. "I just had strange dreams…." He said, nuzzling her shoulder.

Nikita caressed his soft hair and then trailed her fingers down his bare, muscular back. "What kind of dreams?" she asked softly.

Michael held still, closing his eyes, trying to remember. A chaotic swirl of images swam in his head, all of them unclear and out of reach, except for one.

He shook his head, frowning. "I can’t… remember…" he groaned. "But all I know is, I have this strange fear of making you breakfast…"

Nikita laughed, and kissed his cheek, her eyes lighting up with delight.

She pushed Michael over on his back and then reached under the covers, slipping her hand between his hard thighs. "Then why don’t you just BE my breakfast, hmmm?" she teased, lowering her head.

Michael smiled, and lay back on the pillows, surrendering, all his nightmares gone. "Sure," he giggled happily. "If you want…"

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