Nikita jogged up the stairs in a pair of sweatpants and one of Michael's t-shirts. Barely breathing she ran into the briefing room and sat down.

"Nikita... please take some deep breathes..." Walter said as she labored to breath.

"The cold air and then this...what else is gonna happen.." Nikita uttered as she gasped for air. Suddenly she heard more running footsteps. In the door came Michael, dressed in almost the same black sweatpants Nikita wore and the same exact shirt.

"You...took...my...shirt..." Michael said as he looked at Nikita and tried to regain his breathe.

"Sit down, Michael. You will have time to rearrange your wardrobe after this briefing." Operations says.

Michael sits down in a heap.

"Norman Yeats has been looking for Paris and France." Operations says and immediately Nikita and Michael stare at each other.

"No reason for whiplash..." Operations comments at the sudden movement of Nikita and Michael.

"Is this all about reestablishing Paris and France?" Michael asks.

Operations stands up. He walks around the table. "No." He says watching the two and then walks back around the table.

"Mr. Yeats has taken a more active role in trading arms with certain Middle East factions. Again, we need this information." Operations says. "You two will perform at Surgeisborg Outstanding Dancing Competetion...a very well known competition for 'your style' of dance."

Nikita looks up and smiles. "Yes, Operations. When is this?" Nikita asks with a sweet voice.

"Day after tomorrow." Operations says sitting back down.

"One day to practice and put together another erotic routine?" Michael says with a slightly raised voice.

"Yes. So get some sleep. You will be needing it." Operations says as he stands up. "Why don't you stay in Section tonight?"

Nikita stands up and starts walking out. Michael is not far behind.

"Maybe this is just a test..." Michael mumbles.

"That contest exists Michael. I've read somethings about..well let's get some sleep." Nikita says as she yawns. She starts to enter the sleeping area when Michael grabs her arm.

"What aren't you telling me?" Michael says.

"Oh, Michael..." Nikita says falling into the bed.

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"We can't send in Rick and Rita with them this time." Madeline says to Operations from her office. They watch the screen in which Michael and Nikita have quickly fallen asleep.

"I know." Operations says as he stares at the screen.

"I ran through a mission similar to this one with Nikita just the other day." Madeline said.

Operations looks around at the clothing that Madeline had pulled out. "Oh?" Operations says.

"She knows more than Michael this time." Madeline says as she turns off the screen.

"She'll tell him." Operations says as he heads towards the door.

"Turn about is fair play...I wouldn't count on Nikita telling Michael about all of this." Madeline says, frowning.

Operations turns back, kisses Madeline and exits.

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

Nikita sits down on the floor in a huff of annoyance. Michael throws the tape that was in the machine down on the floor.

"Madeline...this classical junk just isn't cutting it for what you want." Nikita said in a harsh voice.

Michael slide down to the floor.

Both are still in the sweatpant and t-shirt outfit, and Michael's hair is in a mess, for not taking a shower.

"We have to find something." Madeline said angrily at the two. "I think you are just being picky because you didn't have enough sleep."

Nikita jumps up and heads towards the door.

"Nikita?" Michael asks. She turns her head.

"I'll be right back."

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"Hi Birkoff." Nikita says as she bounds into the high tech room. He looks up from his computer game.

"Hi, Nikita. Aren't you suppose to be working on your routine?" Birkoff asks with watchful eyes.

"Oh, I have a break." Nikita says with a smile as she enters further into the room.

"Nikita...what do you want?" Birkoff says now pushing away from his computer.

"Nothing..." Nikita says as she twirls her hair. Birkoff grimaces.

"Why the face?"

Birkoff wants to scream 'because listening to you and Michael in missions anymore has my dreams filled with you two kissing and doing more' "I haven't been able to sleep." Birkoff says after a pause.

Nikita walks over to the wall and starts running her fingers across the selection of music CD's.

"Nikita...what is it?" Birkoff asks again, getting annoyed at the game Nikita is playing.

"Did you listen to all of these?" Nikita asks. Birkoff gets killed in his game and looks at Nikita.

"Yes." Birkoff says looking at Nikita.

"Anything I can borrow?" Nikita asked.

"Is that all?" Birkoff said standing up, starting to throwing CD's into a box.

"Birkoff?" Nikita said pulling the box away.

"What Nikita?" Birkoff said as he pulled another CD out.

"I need sensual ones." Nikita said. Birkoff dumps the CD's out on his bed.

"I'll bring them down to you and Michael." Birkoff says.

"Thank you." Nikita says and she leans over and kisses Birkoff. Nikita walks out.

"Why do I have to think about her with Michael all the time!!!!" Birkoff whines as he starts going through his music

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

Music from Erotica by Madonna...the song Erotica

Michael sweeps Nikita across the floor in one grand circle. He pulls her close and then lets Nikita pull away, only their hand keeping Nikita from falling on the floor.

EROTICA...ROMANCE

Michael pulls Nikita back in and tightly. A few sways to the right, and Nikita drops her head back and the blonde hair sways with the movement of their hips

MY NAME IS DITA...
I'LL BE YOUR MISTRESS TONIGHT...
I'D LIKE TO PUT YOU IN A TRANCE...

Nikita runs her fingernails through Michael's messed up hair and opens her mouth. She hungerily bites at Michael's neck. Birkoff sneaks into the room, and watching through his corner of his eyes. Madeline walks over to him.

"They are quite a pair." Madeline comments, causing Birkoff to watch more intently.

IF I TAKE YOU FROM BEHIND...
PUSH MYSELF INTO YOUR MIND...
WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT...
WILL YOU TRY TO REJECT IT...

Nikita walks behind Michael and jumps onto his back. She nibbles on his ear as he reaches his hands back to her buttocks. He turns around in slow circles, so that when at the competition they could see the movement of both. Nikita unwraps her legs and slinks down Michael's body...letting her mouth run down inbetween Michael's shoulder blades. She takes three steps away from Michael, who then follows like a puppy dog.

IF I'M IN CHARGE...
AND I TREAT YOU LIKE A CHILD...
WILL YOU LET YOURSELF GO WILD...
LET MY MOUTH GO WHERE IT WANTS TO...

Nikita charges into Michael. Her hands grasp around his waist and her legs are off the floor. She runs her mouth up one leg and then down the other. Michael reaches down and helps to pull Nikita back up to his face.

Birkoff is about to leave.

"I know this must be hard," Madeline comments as she senses Birkoff's movement.

Birkoff freezes.

"Are you having dreams of this now?" Madeline asks.

Birkoff starts to turn red and wants to run.

GIVE IT UP, DO AS I SAY...
GIVE IT UP AND LET ME HAVE IT MY WAY...
I'LL GIVE YOU LOVE...
I'LL HIT YOU LIKE A TRUCK...
I'LL GIVE YOU LOVE...
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO...

Nikita pulls Michael's arms off of her and then places hers in about the same place. Their steps quicken as Nikita starts to push Michael, she has taken the lead of this dance. Michael's mouth open in a slight pant. Nikita lets one of her hands drop to the waistband of the sweatpants he wears.

"I know you used to have dreams about Nikita." Madeline continued with Birkoff as she still watched Michael and Nikita dance.

Birkoff looks at the two again, and shakes his head.

"I think it would only be natural for you to dream of Nikita...she is quite a beauty..." Madeline says clearly.

I'D LIKE TO PUT YOU IN A TRANCE...
ALL OVER... EROTIC, EROTIC,...
PUT YOUR HANDS ALL OVER MY BODY...
EROTIC, EROTIC

Michael's hands reach out in the space between him and Nikita and pulls at the t-shirt right near her breasts. She turns in a graceful circle as Michael starts to paw at her more. She rolls here head back against Michael's neck and licks the bottom of his chin...

Birkoff walks out of the room with a slam of the door.

The music and dance continue into a blackout screen

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

music from Madonna's Erotica continues.

Nikita is leading Michael around a disco floor at the competition. She is wearing a long red sequin gown. Up both sides are slits running from hip to the floor. Almost everything is visible. Michael is in a black suit, which has already started to be peeled off by Nikita. Michael spins Nikita around so he can hug her from the back. In doing so exposes the very low cut dress in the front. The cut runs down to her stomach, barely keeping her breasts from popping out of the material.

ONCE YOU PUT YOUR HAND IN THE FLAME...
YOU CAN NEVER BE THE SAME...
THERE'S A CERTAIN SATISFACTION...
IN A LITTLE BIT OF PAIN...

Michael leans Nikita over and she gasps. Suddenly their music is cut off. Both stand up quickly and look around.

"BRAVO!!!" Norman Yeats yells as he comes out on the dance floor.

"Mr. Yeats...we had not finished." Nikita said with a smile.

"For these folks you are. Paris and France why don't you come with me." Mr. Yeats says, opening his arms and pointing to a table. Nikita grabs Michael's sweaty palm and leads Michael towards the table.

Michael comes in close and rubs her hair. It activates the com units that both are wearing, but also gives Michael a time to react.

"Nikita...this wasn't suppose to happen..." Michael mutters as he pulls away.

"Michael, trust me." Nikita says winking. She hurries towards the table and slides in.

Mr. Yeats smiles.

"Michael, Nikita knows what she is talking about." Birkoff comments.

Michael looks at Nikita, who is rubbing her hands over one of the candles on the table.

"This is my place." Mr. Yeats says as he looks at the two.

"Wow. It is a great place." Nikita comments.

Michael places his hand down on her thigh underneath the table, squeezing in disapproval that he doesn't know of what is happening.

"I've been hoping to find you two. I'm changing this club around and I have been looking for a starring act." Mr. Yeats says.

"You want to know if we know anyone?" Nikita asks quickly.

Mr. Yeats stares at Nikita's eyes before answering.

"I was hoping I could get you two off the competitive circuit and onto this floor every night." Mr. Yeats says. Michael squeezes harder.

"Push him for a hard deal." Birkoff comments through the units.

"We really like the thrill of moving around to all the different places," Michael comments, finally speaking.

"I'd make it worth your while." Mr. Yeats says with a smile. He pulls out a checkbook and writes a check for half a million.

"Oh, I think we can do this." Nikita says taking the check and folding it up and sliding it down into her slinky dress.

"You can stay with me while we find you a suitable place to stay. I want to go over some changes I'd like." Mr. Yeats says pulling out a card. "Go to your hotel and pack up. Call this number and someone will pick you up." With this, Mr. Yeats leaves.

"Let's go you two..." Birkoff says hurriedly.

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

"Let's talk Nikita..." Madeline says as she enters Nikita and Michael's hotel room.

Michael stares at where they had been packing their bags for the trip to Mr. Yeats.

Madeline walks into the bathroom, turns on the sink and the shower.

Michael leans against the door until he hears the water running.

"I will tell Rick and Rita of Mr. Yeats buying you. I hope this will work." Madeline says as she looks at Nikita.

"It will." Nikita says with no emotion.

"Birkoff told me that Michael was not handling this situation very well." Madeline said.

"He doesn't appreciate not knowing the intelligence or the plan." Nikita says with sharp words.

"Nikita, this all can backfire." Madeline says very worried.

"It already has started. Yeats project is a little bit more than I planned." Nikita said looking at the door. She walks to it and looks through the crack, to see Michael's feet running away.

"What do you mean?" Madeline asks as she leans against the vanity.

"Yeats is developing an adult club. Where the entertainment is stripping couples. Of course, he has the side to that also." Nikita says as she leans her back towards the bathroom door.

"Nikita, this is getting to hot. Let's just kill it." Madeline says.

Nikita steps up to Madeline and intensely stares in her face. "We have to get Rick and Rita back on the field, together, and we have to stop Yeats." Nikita says with her blue eyes begging to continue.

"Nikita, you are fighting battles in too many places at once. I believe Michael is going to be a bit upset with not knowing the details to this mission...Yeats will have you and Michael under his control...the only com unit is going to be on you...and depending on Rick and Rita to get you out." Madeline says harshly.

"Why take the easy way now? Section has never been about the easy way." Nikita challenged.

Madeline looks into the mirror.

"You take the explosives, you take an extra com unit in case you and Michael get split apart, and if we decide to bust it up because Rick and Rita can't walk out the door, you will not complain." Madeline says very sternly.

Nikita nods her head.

Madeline starts to turn off the water at the sink. "And you tell Michael everything about Yeat's project before you leave."

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"Michael," Nikita says as she closes the suitcase up.

"Nikita, I called the number, we are going to be picked up very soon." Michael says in a firm voice.

"There is more to this." Nikita says staring into his eyes.

"I figured this much out myself." Michael says without looking at her.

"Michael, the club... well Yeats is developing an adult strip club... that is what we are going to be the star of." Nikita says fairly plainly.

"Oh...." Michael says. He lifts the bag off the bed. "Nikita, I know you aren't telling me everything. Just remember how you felt."

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

Nikita walks into a soft pink and yellow room. Michael follows behind with the bags. He has a frown on his face.

"Get used to the room tonight. I won't disturb you until noon tomorrow." Mr. Yeats says closing the door with a light click. Michael drops the bags onto the floor.

"I don't like this." Michael whispered as Nikita started to walk around the room.

"Nikita, the room is clean...no bugs at all." Birkoff says after a few moments.

"Michael, it has to be this way." Nikita says, picking up her bag and starting to place clothes into a dresser.

"Why are you the only one with a com unit?" Michael says stepping between Nikita and the dresser. Nikita whips the other com unit out of her bag.

"Do you want it Michael? Do you need the control of the mission that badly?" Nikita says wickedly as she waves the com unit around.

"Nikita..." Michael says as he pushes her hand away. He stares into her eyes. "Ok, you have lead."

Nikita starts to place clothes into the dresser as Michael walks into the adjoining bathroom.

"Nikita...Yeats will probably want to hear some 'fun' from the room tonight." Madeline says through her com unit. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"We'll be fine." Nikita says a bit too loud. Micheal walks out of the bathroom.

"AH... Madeline and the famous 'Is this going to be a problem?'" Michael says slamming the dresser door close. Nikita stared at Michael, not moving from her spot.

Michael leans into Nikita's ear.

"We will be fine." Michael says. Nikita pulls away. She rubs her forehead hard, and walks into the bathroom.

"Birkoff, you may not want to monitor every second." Nikita mumbles.

"Madeline's orders...I have to hear everything." Birkoff says in a stressed voice.

Nikita walks out into the bedroom, and starts to take her shirt slowly off.

"Nikita...let's just make the best of this..." Michael says sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Madeline has gone to tell Rick and Rita." Birkoff informs Nikita.

Nikita rubs her forehead again. Michael rubs her shoulders.

"Nikita...you're burning up!"

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

Rita sits in a chair next to Rick, who has just gotten out of his casts. He is constantly moving the legs to build up their strength.

"How are your legs?" Madeline asked as she walked through the door.

"Healing." Rick says with an expression of worry. Madeline sits down at her desk and turns slightly.

"We have a situation." Madeline says looking at the two. Rita starts to squirm a bit.

"Is it us? We are trying to..." Rita starts right away in a defensive voice. Madeline shakes her head no.

"Nikita and Michael were sent out to work over Yeats again. This time, Yeats has taken them. They are working for him. We can't blow their cover...since it is important to gather information through Yeats." Madeline explains as a little screen pops up and shows Yeats.

"Working at a place specializing in the tango?" Rita asks softly, even though her head is screaming that she is wrong.

"Yeats has expanded his entertainment. It is an adult entertainment bar...with a new concept." Madeline says softly.

"It's a strip bar, right? What, Nikita strips Michael and then Michael strips Nikita?" Rick asks edgy.

"That and a few more things." Madeline lies efficiently. "You will be placed in the bar. The bar will be raided and you two will offer Yeats a way out for exchange of Nikita and Michael."

"Madeline...I just got back on my feet." Rick starts.

"There will be no actual raid. It will all be operatives." Madeline explains. Rita taps on Ricks shoulders and whispers something.

"We go." Rita announces.

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"Madeline, can I talk to you in your office?" Birkoff says turning from his computer.

"Aren't you suppose to be monitoring something?" Madeline asks because Rita and Rick are close by.

"It's important." Birkoff says, starting to head towards her office.

Once out of sight from Rick and Rita, Madeline stops Birkoff abruptly.

"They are faking it." Birkoff says softly. Madeline squints her eyes.

"Why?" Madeline asks.

"Nikita has a fever. My guess probably with the frozen dress in the last mission..." Birkoff says.

"Damn!" Madeline says as she storms towards her office. With one movement, she picks up the communication with Nikita.

"Sounds almost real." Madeline says sarcastically.

"Not everyone wants it every night." Nikita retorts back.

"Let me storm his house. If you are sick, I need too." Madeline says as she listens to some banging on the wall. Nikita screams.

"Madeline, it is out of the question. All of his records are in his office in the club." Nikita says softly.

"Nikita, I don't appreciate this." Madeline says with clenched teeth.

"Rick and Rita will be there tomorrow?" Nikita questions as Michael screams Nikita's fake name.

"Yes." Madeline answers.

"Then, get in and get out." Nikita says softly.

"Does Michael have the other com unit?" Madeline asks, knowing already that Nikita would not have given that over unless she was terribly sick.

"No. I'll give it to him right as we go on the floor tomorrow." Nikita says with a slight cough.

"Good luck." Madeline says sounding sincere.

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

Music from Madonna's Erotica album...song FEVER

Nikita slips the com unit to Michael as they stand behind the curtain. He looks at Nikita's flushed face and smiles.

"Ok, Michael and Nikita...Rick and Rita have entered. Do not establish eye contact." Birkoff says.

The curtain opens and Nikita walks out in the same dress as the day before and Michael with clothes that hug him a bit more. Tne crowd hoots as Michael grabs Nikita by the waist and starts to move to the side.

YOU GIVE ME...YOU GIVE ME FEVER....

"We see them. They are now on the stage." Rick mutters into the drink he is sipping. He is walking with a cane, which also is a gun if needed. Rick scans the crowd and locates Yeats.

"Target heading our way." Rita says with a smile to Rick. She sees Yeats heading towards them from the reflection off of Rick's sunglasses.

NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU...
NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE...

Michael turns Nikita around and runs his hands down her chest for the crowd. Nikita is sweating heavily, the crowd thinks it is because of the heat of the performance, Nikita struggles to keep afloat with the mission.

WHEN YOU PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME...
I GET A FEVER, THAT'S SO HARD TO BEAR...
LISTEN TO ME BABY, HEAR EVERY WORD I SAY...

"Weren't you at the tango competiton on my yacht?" Mr. Yeats says to Rita as he arrives at their table.

"Yes, we were." Rita says with a sweet smile. Mr. Yeats glances at Rick.

"What happened?" Mr. Yeats asks.

"We were in a car accident. I took the worse of it." Rick said.

"Don't start with it yet..." Birkoff says, coaching Rick.

NO ONE CAN LOVE YOU THE WAY I DO...
'CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU MY WAY...

Michael slides down the back of Nikita.

"Birkoff how much longer?" Michael mutters as he lets his hand run up Nikita's thigh.

"We have to wait. Backup is not in place." Birkoff mutters.

Michael pulls Nikita down onto his knee, he starts to pull down the strap of her dress. Nikita's eyes open up wide, knowing that the plan of showing nothing was going down the tubes.

YOU GIVE ME FEVER, WHEN YOU KISS ME...
FEVER WHEN YOU HOLD ME TIGHT...
FEVER IN THE MORNING...
FEVER ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT...

"Rick, start plan...but slow, backup is just pulling up." Birkoff utters. He twists his face towards Madeline. They look at each other briefly. They both realize that Michael would not have spoken at such a risky time had Nikita been alright.

"Mr. Yeats...I have some intelligence for you..." Rick starts to say.

Rita picks up a fake cell phone a dials a number.

SUN LIGHTS UP THE DAYTIME...
MOON LIGHTS UP THE NIGHT...

Michael bends down and starts to kiss at Nikita's neckline as she sits on his knee.

(Camera from Nikita's eyes)--Nikita sees the lights swirling and Michael...the music pounds into her head...pound pound pound pound)

MY EYES LIGHT UP WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME...
'CAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA TREAT ME RIGHT...

"Rick, they are on their way." Rita says standing up quickly. Rick also stands up.

"What is going on?" Mr. Yeats says as he stands up and starts walking with the pair.

"You are about to be raided." Rick announces.

Mr. Yeats stops.

"Give us Paris and France, and we'll get you out." Rita says as she pulls out a badge.

Mr. Yeats looks at the stage and then at Rita and Rick.

"Go get them." Mr. Yeats says snapping to one of his men.

BLESS MY SOUL, I LOVE YOU, TAKE THIS HEART AWAY...
TAKE THESE ARMS I NEVER USE...
AND JUST BELIEVE IN WHAT MY LIPS HAVE TO SAY...

The man taps Michael's shoulder as he still kisses Nikita's upper chest. Michael pulls Nikita up into his arms and walks away with the man, to the crowds throwing of shells and other materials. Soon they are met by Yeats and Rick and Rita.

YOU GIVE ME FEVER, WHEN YOU KISS ME...
FEVER WHEN YOU HOLD ME TIGHT...
FEVER IN THE MORNING...
FEVER ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT...

The group of people slide out the door just as the operatives slam through the front door. No shooting happens. Rick turns to Yeats.

"Run." Rick commands. Yeats looks at the four, and runs into the dark.

Silently the van pulls up.

EVERYBODY'S GOT THE FEVER...
THAT IS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW...
FEVER ISN'T SUCH A NEW SCENE...
FEVER STARTED A LONG TIME AGO....

Nikita slides into the chair next to Birkoff.

"My, you are burning up." Birkoff says. Nikita looks at him.

"Time the explosives." Nikita says softly. All other operatives turn and look at Nikita.

She looks at the screen as Birkoff calls up the sequence. She sniffles.

"You had explosives?" Michael asks with an intense stare.

"Our backup," Nikita says through a raspy voice.

YOU GIVE ME FEVER... FEVER...
YOU GIVE ME, YOU GIVE ME...FEVER...
WHEN YOU KISS ME...
FEVER WHEN YOU HOLD ME TIGHT...
FEVER IN THE MORNING..
FEVER ALL NIGHT...

"Blow it up." Nikita says. Birkoff stares at the screen and pushes the button.

Yeats is about to run into his house as the second floor explodes. He covers his eyes and starts running the other way.

"He will never trust us again." Michael says through clenched teeth.

"That was the plan." Nikita says plainly as she leans her head against Birkoff.

ROMEO LOVED JULIET...
JULIET..SHE FELT THE SAME...
WHEN HE PUT HIS ARMS AROUND HER..
HE SAID JULIET BABY, YOU'RE MY FLAME...
HE GAVE HER FEVER...

Back in Section, Madeline meets the van again. Nikita steps out a little off balance, but on her own strength.

"All went as planned." Nikita said as she walked towards Madeline.

Madeline looked behind her at Rick and Rita and then Michael.

"All seems fine with Rick and Rita. What about Michael?" Madeline asks. Nikita blinks her eyes.

"No more back to back missions like this. No more frozen dresses either." Nikita says struggling to maintain her strength.

SUN LIGHTS UP THE DAYTIME...
MOON LIGHTS UP THE NIGHT...
MY EYES LIGHT UP WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME...
'CAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA TREAT ME RIGHT...

Michael walks to Nikita still in the transportation bay. He takes her hand.

"We're going home." Michael whispers, trying to bring Nikita along.

"We'll have debriefing..." Nikita protested.

"Michael trusted you, now you trust Michael." Madeline says as she pats Nikita's shoulder. "Either way, I know all." Madeline says.

"Michael... I should talk to Rita...it was a lot for her..." Nikita continued. "Sorry." Michael said, picking Nikita up over his shoulder and carrying her out fireman style.

and the Fever songs runs out slowly.

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