Madeline walks into the briefing room and looks at Michael and Nikita, who sit on one end and Billie and John who sit on another.

"Hello." Madeline says politely and takes her spot. She immediately pulls the screen up and a picture appears.

"This was Hans VanEyke.... he was a leader in the brainwashing department of Red Cell. We intercepted him and found out some interesting intel." Madeline explains. She nods to Birkoff.

"From what Mr. VanEyke told us, he was using the huge tragedies in schools were shooting have happened, and brainwashing students to act in the same way when there were political parties in the school." Birkoff supplies.

"He refused to tell us whom, but he did tell us that he had completed the brainwashing of two students at two different schools." Madeline says.

"How are we going to find these kids?" Michael asks.

"You and Nikita will be going to Fireside Middle School.. it's a speciality school with a concentration in the arts. Because of it's speciality, it recieves numerous visits. Billie and John will be going to Ryons High School... they have many championship sports teams." Madeline says.

"And how are we going to these schools?" Billie asks. Madeline smiles and looks at Birkoff again.

"In Fireside... they have recently lost a couple of dance instructors to a car crash.. don't worry Nikita, we had nothing to do with it. They have been using guest teachers until next school year. Michael and Nikita, you will pose as a married couple, and we can have you there for up to two weeks." Birkoff says as he smiles at Nikita's direction.

"Billie... John... since we believe that Mr. VanEyke implanted the wash in an athlete.. both of you have been hired as sports trainers." Birkoff says.

"Madeline... if he is that good... we won't have a chance to figure out which kid it is and whom they are after!" Nikita points out. Madeline turns and pushes the button.

"Red Cell wanted it done quickly.. and I told them that it would be hastily done.. and that they subjects would appear different... they didn't care." VanEyke's words run in a medium voice.

"Great, Madeline... an art's school.. I guess we are looking for the one that seems normal!" Nikita retorts.

"I know that it appears difficult from only this information, but the PDA's have additional video of my conversation with VanEyke. It should prove most helpful." Madeline says and walks out towards the door. "I have all of your bags packed.. you leave immediately."

***********

Michael looks around the dance studio as Nikita walks in. She looks perfectly comfortable in her leotard and tights. Michael is perfectly uncomfortable.

"Don't worry... the girls will have their mouths have open the entire class." Nikita says as she pats her bun to make sure it is up. "And if they don't listen... speak in French... see.. all problems solved." Nikita says with a light laugh.

"Nikita.. we aren't dance teachers!" Michael says firmly as he looks into the mirror. Nikita runs a hand around his waist.

"Then we pretend..." Nikita says with a wink. Nikita spent most of the night reading the books of notes left by the numerous guests that had worked with the children. Most of the notes just read, very talented.. bright future. It was way to difficult to even think which student got tangled into this mess.

The bell rings and slowly the children walk in. Sixth graders, not bad. Nikita thought to herself as they pealed off their street clothes and revealed their dance clothes underneath. In this particular class there were three boys.

"I'm Mrs. Ramona... and this is my husband... we have danced in companies in Paris." Nikita says as she gathers the attention of the class.

"What is your favorite type of ballet?" The one boy calls out.

"I enjoy adagio... and what is that, class?" Nikita asks. Michael smiles behind her. She was a total natural.

"It's a slow sustained movement with lots of balance.. grace.." A girl closest to Nikita answers.

"And what is a allergo?" Michael asks stepping forward. He immediately notices half of the girls blushing.

"Rapid movement... lots of jumps and things!" One of the boys call out.

Nikita motions to the bar.. and the students quickly move to the warm up positions.

"Demi-plie!" Nikita calls out. Michael stands in front doing the motions with the students. "Frappe!" Nikita says and the students are quickly pushing the foot f9rward. Nikita smiles.

"Assoluta!" Nikita calls out and claps her hands. The students stop and look forward. Michael smiles at them.

"Grand jete!" Michael says to Nikita. She sighs and gives the students a high leap, taking up most of the little studio. The students laugh and start to dress and cool down.

"Michael.. I didn't notice one..." Nikita says as she walks back to Michael.

Nikita studies the students as they gather their things. They will all go to home. The day was long and hard for Michael and Nikita. Both had the class to worry about, and then to worry about finding the kid who was brainwashed.

Nikita looks at a kid who is in the corner. She looks just like all the other girls, but Nikita can sense something is wrong. "Michael... she hasn't had any water yet." Nikita says.

"Maybe she doesn't need it." Michael says with a shrug of his shoulders as he sips his own water. Nikita touches his shoulder.

"That's her." Nikita says. Michael looks up and down.

"Let me get a hold of Madeline." Michael says and moves away from Nikita.

***********

Nikita walks down the hall with Lacey as Nikita takes her to the dance studio.

"Did I do something?" Lacey asks as Nikita opens the studio and Michael stands in black sweats, much more comfortable.

Nikita had just thrown on sweatpants over her leotard and tights.

"No, sweetie... I was reading some of the notes left by other guest teachers and noticed that you had an interest in Paris." Nikita says.

"A girl after my heart!" Michael comments, letting his heavy french accent flow.

"Are you French?" Lacey asks Michael. He nods with a huge smiles. "Then how did you meet?" Lacey asks.

"I was in Paris dancing... and he was too..." Nikita supplies the answer.

"How is Paris different?" Lacey asks. Nikita smiles.

"There is this church... but it is artwork.. it's called Saint Chappelle.. and I would spend hours inside it, in awe." Nikita answers.

"Why?" Lacey asks. Michael winks his eye to Nikita. Madeline has given them the signal that it is Lacey.

"Because it is like all the walls are made out of stain glass." Nikita says with a wave of her hands.

"What else is different?" Lacey asks.

"They are a lot less healthy... we find ashcans everywhere..." Michael says. Immediately, Nikita notices the change in Lacey, she is now in the trance. Nikita shakes her head and Michael and Nikita go along the tasks of deprogramming Lacey, and hope that is all.

"Lacey.... Lacey... are you all right?" Nikita calls out as Lacey rolls her head along the hardwood surface.

"What happened?" Lacey moans and whinces. Nikita looks at Michael and other that had gathered.

"You have passed out... it seems to be because you are dehydrated... but the ambulance is on it's way just in case." Nikita explains as she places a hand on the struggling Lacey.

"But we were just talking about Paris!" Lacey says as she blinks her eyes.

"We were talking about French culture and how you needed to work in your culture class as much as you work in dance class." Michael says without his heavy accent.

"BUT you are from Paris!" Lacey calls out.

"No, I'm not... it must have been one kind of a dream." Michael comments with a smile as he hands Nikita a bottle of water. Nikita helps Lacey sip the water slowly.

"I wonder how Billie and John handled it. I'm glad it was a one day thing with us!" Nikita says as she walks to the car.

"I thought you enjoyed it!" Michael says as he opens the door for Nikita.

"I was sick to my stomache the entire time!" Nikita says as she throws in her bag.

"You seemed like a total natural!" Michael says as he slides into the car. He turn it on.

"Three students, one guard, and two teachers are dead... ten students, three teachers and several lunch women are still in the hospital and we are awaiting information on them. Our lead story... shotting in the schools... what is going on..." The announcer says. Nikita looks at Michael and turns it off.

Nikita walks into Billie's room and can tell that she has been crying.

"Madeline is upset that you got hit." Nikita says touching the grazing wound.

"I wasn't going to let that kid get hit, Nikita." Billie says through tears.

"Billie... this mission was almost impossible.. Don't blame yourself." Nikita says.

"Nikita... I massaged the shotter's ankle... I had a feeling.. but it just didn't seem right." Billie explains.

"It's too late now... I admire that you protected the children... but be aware that Madeline is upset that me and Michael had to claim you from the hospital." Nikita says with smile. "But, I'd do it anytime." Nikita says and leaves.

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