"What happened to two heads are better than one?" Michael spoke out and Nikita started to move her head from side to side in disagreement. Her bottom lip trembled as she thought of the words to speak.

"The only thing we have successfully done together is sleep together." Nikita spitted out and stood up from the couch.

"You shouldn't doubt Nikita's abilities. From what I gather, she has proven herself over and over again, even while she was pregnant. I would think that from her associations inside Section One that she has collected damaging information." Adrian said with a soft smile on her face. Madeline nodded her head.

"I don't underestimate Nikita. I watch Paul do so." Madeline said with a smile.

"Nikita, this is not about what I think about you, and this is not a power struggle." Michael started firmly out as Nikita started to circle the room. There were only tendrils of Nikita's sanity left. She was hurting so much, and Michael ached to bring Nikita back into a whole person.

"Nikita, go back. Mia will be there." Michael said and Nikita turned quickly and focused on Michael's eyes. She was crying again, and Michael closed his eyes. He might get the mother back with the daughter, he wasn't sure that the mother would ever be the same again.

"What if she isn't?" Nikita questioned and Michael rubbed his hands on Nikita's cheeks. His plan was going to work, but now he needed to explain it to Nikita and quickly.

"I left the location of Stephen in my computer. Birkoff has probably already established a lock on the house. What does Operations fear the most about his son finding out?" Michael asked and Nikita looked to the window and then peered towards the kitchen to see if Stephen was listening in.

"He fears that Stephen will find out the real truth of who he is and what he does, and how he chose Section One over his family." Nikita replied and Michael nodded his head as he placed his hands tenderly on both sides of Nikita's head. Michael leaned the head down and placed a loving kiss on Nikita's forehead. He used the same hands to lift Nikita's head so that he could look into her eyes.

"He sees us here, Operations will not doubt us. I do not want to hurt Stephen, and we aren't. We are protecting and getting our daughter back, and holding onto other surprises for other times." Michael explained and Nikita blinked her eyes softly. She pulled her coat tightly around her and silently left the house.

"Nikita has left Stephen's house, Sir." Birkoff announced and Operations moved down to view the video. Nikita had exited the house and pulled the coat tightly against her body. Operations looked to the door and found Michael watching her, and then turning to talk to Stephen. Operations turned from the station and looked to the bare wall.

"Gather me Garrett's team." Operations ordered before he brushed his tired body away from the station.

*

The doors opened and Nikita stared at the endless hallway in front of her. She dropped her shoulders, as she suddenly seemed to lack the strength to walk forward. She watched the door slide back to the closed position before she attempted to move forward. Again, the door opened and finally Nikita took a step forward.

Nikita felt the feeling that she had only felt a few times before. It was the feeling that Nikita had the first day that she knew she was pregnant. It was like the limbs over her body were working, but they were not part of her. They tingled from one end to the other, as if asleep and sluggish. Now, this feeling was back and Nikita didn't want to continue down the hallway, knowing that her daughter was with some family far away.

Nikita worried that Mia would like that family better. Maybe the mother would stay home everyday and wouldn't have to work at all. In that aspect, Mia would be better off. Mia could have a normal life away from Nikita and Michael, and Nikita thought about that as she struggled to move down the hallway. Yet, Nikita didn't think she could survive without her daughter. Her daughter was the only meaning in her life. Everything else was wrong, but Mia was right.

Nikita felt the sandpaper inside her throat scratch against the walls again as she swallowed to stop the tears just behind her eyes. It was at that point that the world in front of Nikita started to swirl. She pushed an arm out to the side and held onto the wall. She couldn't walk any further. Her psychological side was shutting down her physical side. To take another step forward, knowing that Mia was gone was like walking into her own death.

The ragged breaths were heard in the hallway as Nikita squeezed her eyes shut. Everything was shrinking down against her body. There was no room for her too breathe, let alone grieve for the lost of her daughter. It was not like Mia was placed inside a family. To Nikita, it was like Mia had died. Nikita never realized how much her daughter meant to her until she saw Mia with Michael, and then lost her without seeing her again.

"Nikita, there is someone in the Holding Room for you." Birkoff said as he stood at the end of the hallway. He had observed Nikita for a few minutes, wondering if he should call for help. Birkoff had stopped that urge, believing that Nikita could pull herself together. She had Michael as a mentor and unless Nikita lost all of the sense in her head, she would pull herself together this time. She was a fighter, and that was the look that Birkoff found on her face when she lifted her head.

Nikita folded her hands in front of her waist and stepped forward. She still felt the numbness of sleeping limbs, and she still felt as if she was walking down the hallway on a tilted floor. Nikita fought the need to fall to the side and crash down in tears. Operations might have done this to see what she was made of, and she would not buckle at his oppressive pressure.

Nikita turned the corner and saw the opened door of the Holding Room. Nikita blinked her eyes a few times as she turned back towards Birkoff. He held no file, and he gave her no more information. What was Nikita to do when she entered this room? What kind of person had they given her to debrief? Why now?

Nikita dropped her head slightly when a bright pink ball bounced across the room in front of her. Nikita's heart suddenly pounded with each bounce of the ball. Suddenly, Nikita's limbs are alive, and she feels each squirt of blood pulse through her arms, hands, fingertips, legs, feet, and toes. She is no longer standing in a tilted hallway. She is standing up straight.

"MOMMY!" Mia cried out as she stopped chasing after the ball and saw her mother staring at her. Nikita's dropped jaw started to tremble as she lunged forward into the room and scooped Mia tightly up into her arms. The crashing of tears now occurred, but not out of grief, but out of happiness.

Nikita suddenly felt alive again, or the closest that she would ever be to being alive again. Nikita held onto Mia tightly, as if she was pillow. There was no stopping Nikita, and Mia love every moment of attention from the mother she had been separated from for months. Nikita leaned back on her knees and cried harshly down onto Mia's shoulder.

"My daughter..." Nikita moaned out in happiness, but it sounded like sadness. There was no way to describe what Nikita felt. The actually touch of Nikita's skin to Mia's skin almost felt electrical to Nikita.

"My sweet Mia... my sweet, sweet, Mia." Nikita muttered out as she started to stroke Mia's shining blonde hair. Nikita leaned her head back and looked up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she thanked a god above. This was a miracle to Nikita, and maybe the hope that she was looking for to return part of her soul back.

*

The door slide open and Michael was hit with a strong air of silence. Mustering up his courage, he stepped into the hallway and found nothing. Fear started to creep up from his stomach, as Michael looked both ways still not seeing an operative in either direction. All he saw was the empty and silent hallway.

The fear now exploded in Michael's mind and heart. Maybe his plan had not worked, as it should have. Maybe Operations did not care about his son, like Michael had deduced. Maybe Nikita had gone to Operations about Adrian before she visited the older mother of Section One. Each step that Michael took in the empty and dark hallway brought noise, but also brought more fear and worries.

Imagination took over Michael's mind with evil images. He saw Nikita sitting in the office, staring at her picture of Mia. There would be no tears now, as Nikita had changed. He could see Nikita dropping her head in disappointment, hoping that sleep would bring her comfort with memories of Mia. Instead, all Nikita could get from her dreams would be more torture. Memories of her own missions that had ripped every last string of self-confidence away from Nikita, and then imagined images of Mia's family being bad. Michael could not determine what would be worse for Nikita, the memories or the imaginations.

Michael rounded the corner and looked ahead, as he finally saw a form of human life. Walter shoved his hands deeply into his pockets and walked towards Michael. Michael watched the man, and wondered if Nikita had gone to Walter again. It was a traditional move for Nikita to make whenever she needed support and help. There were a lot of questions that Michael still had to ask Walter about the last visit Nikita had made him, but with Mia's departure, things had not allowed the time.

"Is Nikita with you?" Walter asked and Michael turned his head and continued to walk. The statement revealed that Nikita had not gone to Walter. Michael heard Walter turn and walk next to him, as Michael started to methodically search Section One out for Nikita, with a push of urgency.

"Walter, when you last saw Nikita, was she fine?" Michael asked as he looked into a room to the right and continued down the hallway. Michael heard nothing and stopped to face Walter. Walter pulled his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his face firmly with them.

"No." Michael replied quickly to his own question as the gesture said everything. Michael started to walk again, taking the next hallway off to the left. Walter was at his side the entire way, thinking of a way to explain to Michael. Walter could not believe that Michael had not noticed it yet in Nikita. Walter had been inside Section One praying that when Michael left, that he had gone in search of Nikita. Walter was more than concerned for her, and was about to head out searching for her himself.

"Michael, she wasn't well. She had..." Walter said and stopped at Michael opened a door to the right hand side of the hallway. Walter looked down the hallway, as there was some muffled sounds. Michael stepped out of the room and pulled the door closed.

"She is having nightmares." Michael finished quickly as he started the long journey down the hallway again. Walter swallowed the information that Michael knew of Nikita's mental state. It was all connected to Michael in a way, and Walter did not want to start to articulate the way to save Nikita from herself. Walter knew that once Nikita's daughter was returned that Nikita had just pushed off of the starting line to reclaiming herself. She would have a road race filled with turns and obstacles that Walter was sure he could not help Nikita with by himself. Something had been lost from Nikita for a long time, and Walter was staring at it.

Michael's entire body jumped, as there was some presence in the air that felt odd. It was like being sparked by static electricity and Michael looked away from Walter.

"MOMMY I LOVE YOU!" Mia's voice echoed down the hallway and Michael leaped. Walter looked back to where Michael was just standing to see that the young man had started down the hallway in a lumbering sprint. Walter turned and followed behind; as he registered the sweet sound himself.

Michael turned the corner and saw the room. It was the most beautiful site that Michael had ever seen. Nikita was down on her knees; her blonde hair messed over her shoulders and Mia's. Nikita sobs were heard loudly now.

"DADDY!" Mia cried out as she smiled over Nikita's shoulder. Nikita struggled to hold onto Mia, as her need was to hold her daughter forever in her arms. Mia moved her head up to Nikita's and her eyes begged Michael to hug his daughter. The eyes were those that Michael had fought against when he saw the same look from Nikita. Now, he could not deny those eyes.

Michael saw that Nikita wanted to hold her daughter longer. Michael stepped into the room and fell to his knees. Suddenly, he was no longer control of his body. Some other force had taken over his arms and his eyes. Emotions ran out of his eyes as he rubbed Mia's cheeks softly and then wrapped his arms and hands tightly around mother and daughter.

"Oh, Mia...." Michael gasped out as he leaned his head down on Nikita's shoulder. He couldn't even tell if Nikita knew he was there. She was so trapped in her emotions of relief that she had not moved away from his touch, and only retained to holding Mia over and over again.

"I'm so glad your home." Michael said as he lifted his head and looked at Mia in the eyes. She had begun to cry, unsure of what to make of her parents tightly holding her. Mia smiled and kissed Nikita's ear softly.

"So-kay, Mommie. I love you!" Mia said as she kissed Nikita's ear softly. Michael held Nikita tightly as she continued to cry with her head down, holding her hands tightly around Mia, turning her knuckles white. Michael swallowed back, realizing that all was not fine with the woman who gave birth to his daughter.

*

Operations looked the computer screen and felt a cold sweat bead on his forehead. He had not succeeded this time, and now Michael and Nikita would be more protective of their daughter. In fact, it seemed as if Operations had succeeded in compounding his problem, as Michael and Nikita stayed with their daughter together. Michael had released his emotions and lost control, as Operations had never seen before.

The door slide open to his balcony, but Operations stared at the screen with a frown frozen in place, like it was chiseled out of concrete. His fingers tapped on the desk, as his next move was uncertain. Operations knew he needed to know who was on what side, and what did Michael and Nikita have on him that could possible damage him.

"It's a beautiful sight." Madeline commented as she peered at Operations pure disgust at the situation. He turned his head slightly and the light hit his face, darkening his face, and making him look as sinister as he was. Madeline blinked lightly and waited for him to turn the computer off and to focus on him.

"Michael has succeeded this time." Operations stated, and leaving the known ending of the statement unsaid. Both Madeline and Operations knew there would be other tries at pulling Mia away from her biological parents, and Madeline was sure that both Michael and Nikita were now aware.

"So how is your son?" Madeline slowly asked as she looked out over the operatives below. Madeline was almost internally happy, as the power that Operations had tried to use to destroy the lifes of three people had been thwarted, at least this time. Madeline was sure it would continue to be that way.

"I have placed surveillance on him now. I will be keeping a close eye on him, to see what the relationship between him and my operatives is." Operations replied and Madeline slowly nodded her head. She was sure that Operations was doing that action more out of his need to protect his son, but those words would never leave her mouth.

"Madeline, how much more does Michael have on me?" Operations asked as he approached Madeline at the window. Madeline licked her lips and looked at Operations. It showed weakness to ask that question. Michael was Operations' weakness now.

"I can't estimate. He could easily overthrow you if you give him a reason." Madeline responded slowly in an uniformed voice. Operations' jaw tensed at the statement and he gripped the railing at the edge of the room.

"Then we should reclaim some of his information." Operations said firmly. There was a pregnant pause as Madeline moved away from Operations. The statement was almost laughable, if it wasn't for the seriousness in Operations' voice when he had said so.

"Michael is not stupid like Jurgen. He will have all the information in multiple areas." Madeline finally responded when the veins in Operations' head started to expand greatly. Madeline sat down on the chair and crossed her legs.

"And Nikita?" Operations asked and Madeline smiled.

"She is not a worry." Madeline lied smoothly. Operations smiled and nodded his head. He was pleased with the fact that it seemed that Nikita only had the talent to run to George first. It was part of her rebellious behavior, but she never had much of a brain behind the head of blonde hair. Yes, she did realize the problem with Michael's mission to reclaim her, but intelligent acts like that was far and few between. Nikita had made her place inside Section One due to luck and George.

"Good." Operations said as he continued to keep the smug look on his face. Madeline blinked and internally smiled. As long as Operations could be so blind to think that Nikita was the dumb blonde he had brought her into Section One to play, so be it. It would give Michael and Nikita time to solidify what they were going to do in this situation. Madeline had real concerns now about Nikita, but Nikita was smart, probably as smart as Michael was in her own way.

"Where were you, Madeline?" Operations asked as he picked up another cigar. Madeline smiled as he lit the cigar and took a long puff. It was good to know that he had learned ages ago not to follow her around. He had, and George had seen to it to be stopped, when a rash of Valentine Operatives had never been recovered. Madeline stood up and smiled.

"I went home." Madeline responded and turned to the door. She could smell the heavy smoke clog her airways as she moved.

"I hope that was where you were. I wouldn't want to see you mixed up in this ugly situation." Operations commented as he held the cigar in his hand. Madeline continued to walk. He could think all he wanted to think about her; to Madeline it just did not matter.

*

There was a light gray blanket over Nikita's legs as she looked around the simple room. It had a couch, a chair, a television, and a little coffee table. Nikita stretched her legs out onto the coffee table and looked up at the plain ceiling. Sleep wanted to fall down over her face, but Nikita fought it with a constant struggle to keep her eyes opened. Every time Nikita's eyes fluttered heavily down, she pushed them back open, intent on counting the dots on the ceiling above.

Although Nikita had her daughter back, and knew she was safe with Michael and Walter, the feelings that she thought would leave were still there. Her arms were heavy with a numb feeling, and although Nikita bounced her legs back and forth against each other, there was no sensory stimulation of the movement until she looked down to see the legs. It was like her mind was detaching from her mind, and there was nothing Nikita could do to grab hold of it. Nikita imagined her mind being a balloon that a little kid was carrying and accidentally let go. Now she was jumping after the little ribbon, touching it, but not able to grab onto it.

The door to the little private room opened and Nikita continued to look up at the ceiling as it felt like she could reach out and touch it with her index finger. It seemed like it had pressed down onto her body, trapping her. Nikita swallowed and gasped as Michael entered the room.

It was a room that recruits were placed in during their initial training. It was meant to break the weak with the sterility and give the strong a way to focus themselves. Michael shifted his eyes from side to side before focusing on Nikita. She had never stepped back into one of these rooms from when she was promoted, and now it down out frightened Michael.

"We are ready to go home." Michael said as the door slide close behind his firm back. Nikita only bobbed her head slightly up and down. It returned to staring at the ceiling as if she was in a trance. The behavior was similar to the same behavior that Nikita exhibited when she held Mia in her arms. Michael shoved the thoughts back as he worried about reaching to Nikita's fragile psyche now. He needed to take Nikita home with her daughter.

"Nikita, Mia is tired. We need to go home." Michael said as he moved to the chair and leaned over Nikita's head. He was hanging his head right above her head, and he looked into her eyes. It was like she was staring right through him and Michael stepped back. There was silence in the room, and Michael couldn't even tell if Nikita had heard his words.

"I am not going home, Michael." Nikita said in a slow voice, that sounded like each word was a strain. She lifted her hand and slowly pulled it through her hair like her hair had turned into softened taffy. Michael's breathing slowed as he tried to stop himself from screaming at Nikita.

"NOT GOING HOME?" Madeline repeated loudly as she turned from her neglected bonsai trees and moved quickly to the desk. She kicked off the high heels and looked at the computer screen. There was Nikita pulling her hand painfully through her straight shiny hair. Madeline sat down in her chair, enthralled by the events on the screen.

"Nikita, your daughter wants to go home. Come on." Michael said firmly, not liking the behavior from Nikita. He took Nikita's forearm in his hand and started to pull. Now, Nikita had grabbed hold of her body and violently pulled away from Michael.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME!" Nikita screamed and Michael stopped and saw the rage in Nikita's eyes. It was a rage that did not touch the anger that Nikita had when Michael retrieved her from Lancing. It wasn't a rage that wasn't there all the times he had hurt her. It was a rage based on fear of something that was locked inside of Nikita's mind.

"Nikita, let's go home and get some rest. We can work everything out in the morning." Michael said slowly and Nikita moved up from the chair and the blanket dropped to the floor. She rolled her shoulders and moved to the far wall, opposite from the door.

"I can't, Michael. It would not be good for Mia." Nikita stated as she ran her hand up the crack of the corner. They paused when they got shoulder height and Nikita pulled the arm back to her body. It circled her body and hugged her.

"What about what is good for you? Staying here the night is not good." Michael said firmly as he stayed planted at his position. He knew any movement towards Nikita could be seen as threatening and that Nikita had to reach out for her own help.

"No, Michael. I know what I am talking about. Mia could only get hurt." Nikita said firmly as she maintained the best possible blank stare she could. She tried to forget that the man across the room was the one that her heart yearned for day after day for four long years. She tried to forget that the Mia that he spoke about, was the Mia that had been taken away from her, and given to some other woman, to be a pretend mother.

"She is going to get hurt if you don't." Michael rebutted Nikita's comment. His heart was pounding harshly, as he could not protect both the mother and daughter. Michael rationalized that if Nikita went home, he could fix it.

"I'll be there in the morning, Michael. I just won't be there to sleep." Nikita commented firmly and Michael started to pace, but not moving closer to Nikita. He reached his hands out to Nikita and she shook her head. She was firm with her resolve, but Michael did not want to leave her this night.

"Nightmares." Madeline said softly as she blinked her eyes. They burned as Madeline could not move her attention away from the computer screen long enough to blink. The scene below was terrifying and it brought the reality of what Section One did to its operatives to Madeline face. In fact, it slapped her across her face sharply.

"Tread lightly, Michael..." Madeline, said softly as she pulled her body closer to the computer screen.

"Why? Nikita, tell me why?" Michael challenged Nikita and she pushed her back against the wall. It was like the room was shortening. To Nikita it felt as if Michael just ran across the room and pushed his body against hers. She had no room, and she could barely breath. Tears ran now, but Nikita was not aware of them and the amount of them. She moaned, but the sound was not one that Nikita produced. Something else had produced that.

"Michael, I can't. I can't go home tonight. I will be there in the morning. I promise!" Nikita cried out shortly and Michael watched as Nikita placed a trembling white hand across her mouth. Nikita swore that this was no longer her body. She couldn't control it and she turned her face away from Michael. She pressed her forehead tightly against the wall.

"Fine." Michael said as he stepped back towards the door. He watched Nikita's knees buckle and her hands holding her pressed against the wall. Michael held back his own tears. He stopped. He needed to know that Nikita would be ok. Leaving now for Michael was unacceptable in his book. It would be like walking out on his heart, and he wasn't ever going to do that.

"Nikita... look at me... Nikita..." Michael called out softly. Nikita's bottom hit the cold floor and she slowly turned in the half circle. Her head lifted amazingly as it looked like a rag doll's head, all limp and loose.

"I will be there in the morning, Michael." Nikita said meekly. Michael listened to the whispers and stepped forward. Nikita protectively raised her hands in front of her body. The protective gesture caused Michael to halt his forward progress and stand still, like a frozen statue. He did not want to further upset Nikita.

"I understand, but I am worried about you." Michael said plainly, making sure that any trace of his own blank stare and emotional shield where gone. Now was not a good time to protect his own heart and soul, now when Nikita's was flat lining.

"Please, Michael. Take Mia home. She needs her rest." Nikita pleaded and Michael nodded his head. He looked around the room and took stock of its contents. Michael's first worry was back to bodily harm. Nothing here could do that, unless Nikita took to flinging her body against the walls. Michael moved to the door and watched Nikita curl up into a fetal ball as the door shut in front of his face.

Madeline pushed away from the computer screen and turned her head. She felt something deep inside her twist, almost hurt. Madeline pulled the telephone up and moved back to her bonsai trees. She needed to tend to some thoughts and get some business away from her desk.

"Hello?" George responded as Madeline placed the phone between her shoulder and her ear. She took the clippers from the shelf and looked at the limbs. Suddenly she stopped, and looked at them. What gave her the right to trim them? What if she trimmed the wrong things off? She could be killing. Was she killing Nikita?

"Hello, George." Madeline replied as she placed the clippers down on the shelf. She examined each tree. There were strengths and there were weaknesses in both. It was something that Madeline had never examined in quite this way before and Madeline turned around to ponder the thought more.

"Madeline. I gather this is not a social call." George comments and Madeline runs her tongue along the bottom set of her teeth.

"Of course not. I have some business. Did you know that Operations sent Mia away?" Madeline asked as she turned back to her desk. The thinking about the bonsai trees and this new way of thinking was giving her a headache.

"I WILL HAVE HIS HEAD!" George screamed as Madeline closed her eyes. She had expected such a reaction. She listened for a few moments of the rants that George spewed off along with the various sorts of torture he was going to inflect Operations with before he calmed down.

"She has been returned. Michael and Nikita have taken care of the situation." Madeline said as she turned her chair and stared at the bonsai trees. Madeline squinted and thought about how often she had seen the bonsai trees as the operatives. She even has caught herself talking to them, and using operatives' names for them. The one on the far left she would often call Michael, and the one on the bottom right she would whisper the name Nikita too. Madeline stood up and walked with the phone.

"How?" George demanded and Madeline smiled softly.

"Of course they used Operations' son." Madeline commented. It was kind of ironic that Operations did not believe that no one else knew of his existence. Madeline bent down and looked at the bonsai tree that she had called Nikita more than a few times. Madeline tilted her head and smiled lightly. There was something motherly about this tree.

"The preferred method. How is Nikita?" George asked and Madeline straightened up. She looked to the computer screen and started to pull the other tree from the top shelf, the one that sat next to Michael. She frowned lightly and moved the bonsai trees.

"She is not doing good. This might have pushed her psyche off the deep end." Madeline said and she heard the gasp on George's side. She had not realized how much George had connected to Nikita and Mia in the past four years. It could have been good to use, but Operations had passed on the opportunity.

"I want it fixed." George replied and Madeline pulled back from the bonsai trees. She swallowed and looked at the harmony between the two trees that she had neglected in seeing prior to this time.

"That might become difficult. Operations will fight it." Madeline commented, as there was movement from Nikita's room again. She moved back to the desk and looked at the screen.

Nikita rolled around and banged her bare feet against the wall. The soles of her feet were pitch black from the dirt, and she hugged her body as tears started to form.

"I don't care about Paul. I am sure that both Michael and Nikita have enough information to protect themselves, but I don't want Nikita emotionally destroyed along the way." George commanded and Madeline turned from the computer screen. Again, she felt something odd deep inside of her twist. Madeline looked to the desk and sighed.

"I will work on it." Madeline gave in, but not really. She was already formulating the plan, but the events of the night would only dictate what needed to be done. The severity of the infliction seemed to grow with the passing hours.

"Good." George said and Madeline blinked. The conversation could have ended then, but she held onto the phone.

"George... Adrian is alive." Madeline blurted out and then looked up to the ceiling. She could not believe that the words have fallen out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, waiting for the wrath of George to fall down over her. It never came. Slowly, Madeline heard crying.

"She is alive." George finally commented and Madeline opened her eyes, surprised that she had not been cancelled yet. "She protects Mia, doesn't she?" George asked.

"Yes." Madeline replied with a voice that barely seemed like her own.

"Can I see her?" George asked and Madeline bit her bottom lip.

"No." Madeline said and the phone line went dead. Madeline hung the phone up and that is when the noises from the room were finally paid attention too.

"PLEASE! NO! NO!" Nikita screamed out as she huddled her body into a corner and cowered to imaginary and dreamed imagines. Her hair was knotted and plastered to her body. Every muscle was tense with fear as she turned her head away from the center of the room. Her protests became weaker and weaker.

"Michael! Help me... please... Why did you leave me? I need you... HELP ME!" Nikita cried out, as she seemed lost in the vast room. Her eyes were not open, and her dream had brought her to acting it out. She pushed her body tightly against the wall, and then she laid flat on the floor.

"NO! Please! I don't love you Lancing! Please!"

"BE QUIET SANCHEZ! I am not your property!"

"Help me, Michael..."

"Why did you leave... why did you leave..."

Madeline swallowed harshly as she turned the computer screen off. She pulled at her high heels and painfully pulled them back onto her feet. She could not allow this behavior to continue. She would go and wake Nikita up, and saw not another word.

Madeline stood up and rolled her head around on her shoulders. Mia had her father back, but she did not have her mother back, and she may never have her mother back.

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