Michael walked up to the computers and looked to Birkoff and Nikita. Nikita pulled the cards off of the computer console and stood up quickly.

"Yes, Michael?" Nikita asks and Birkoff starts to giggle. Here it was two weeks before Christmas and Michael was the only one that had not relaxed any.

"Madeline wants to speak with us. We have a mission." Michael says and Nikita drops the cards. They hit the console and scatter around Birkoff.

"A MISSION! NOW!" Nikita exclaims and Birkoff shrugs his shoulders. They had no incoming Intel for a long time. Birkoff starts to pick up the cards, but he was immensely interested in what Michael was going to say to Nikita.

"We can have a mission on Christmas, Nikita. You know that." Michael says and Nikita places her hands on her hips and blows some air out of her mouth so that her bangs fly up and then fall back down.

"Yes, Michael... Madeline might just order me to sleep with you again." Nikita huffs out and storms down the hallway. Birkoff starts to howl as he looks at Michael's stunned face. Michael stood frozen in time for a few moments before blinking his eyes and turning to walk to Madeline's office. He was trying to pull off his normal walking, but that was difficult.

"You mean that Michael couldn't use his charms on Nikita! OH MY GOSH!!! WAIT UNTIL WALTER HEARS!!! Madeline hit the homerun for you, Michael! She pitched hit!" Birkoff laughed out, and soon more operatives were laughing with Birkoff.

Madeline held back her smile as she turned off the computer screen of Birkoff's one liners to Michael's reaction. She turned and looked to the door as Nikita stormed in. "This better be good. I was finally beating Birkoff in GIN!" Nikita says firmly and Madeline smiles and waits for Michael to walk into the office. Madeline stood up and handed Michael a small photograph.

"That is my niece Alice." Madeline says as she looks at Michael and Nikita. Nikita lifts her eyebrow and arches an eyebrow.

"I need you and Michael to locate the one Christmas gift she wants." Madeline says and Nikita looks to Michael and starts to laugh.

"We are doing your Christmas shopping!" Nikita bursts out and Madeline stares at Nikita. "Alice wants a Bedwetting Barbie." Madeline says seriously, and Nikita starts to laugh again. She bent down and held onto the desk as her stomach started to ache.

"Do you realize that they have been sold out for over two months!" Nikita says as she tries to contain her laughter and now Michael is even cracking a smile.

"What measures do we go to in retrieving this 'Bedwetting Barbie'?" Michael asks with an almost playful tone.

"Do not mock me, Michael!" Madeline says firmly as Nikita sits down on the floor and starts to wipe at the tears on her face.

"Madeline... are we to die to get this doll!" Nikita bursts out from the floor and Madeline walks back to her desk.

"I need this doll and you two will get it for me... Or I will make sure that you two will not be in each other's arms for a long time! You know I can make it happen!" Madeline says and Nikita continues to snicker as she stands up.

"I will go gather Intel... Nikita.. find out more about this Bedwetting Barbie." Michael says and Nikita starts to laugh.

"I can't believe they are so popular.... They are peeing their little underpants!" Nikita howls as she stumbles out of the office, still laughing.

*

Michael looked at the screen and typed quickly. He wanted this mission done quickly. He did not like being assigned to be Madeline's personal shopper, and then he had to be assigned to Ms. Christmas, herself. The sooner he got this done, the sooner he could see things going back into order.

"Hey, Michael. I heard that Madeline is assigning material to you... have you lost your touch?" a male operative asks as Michael steps out of his office to go over intelligence with Birkoff. Michael stares at operative until he disappears.

"Hey, Michael..... You can have me anytime. I don't need orders!" a female operative laughs as she walks past Michael.

Michael is fuming when he hits the computer area. He lifts his head and looks at Birkoff.

"Oh, Michael... I was just book marking some cyber sex channels that you might need until Madeline places Nikita back on a dish for you!" Birkoff remarks and Michael picks Birkoff up by his shirt and holds him in the air. Birkoff's feet dangle as he struggles to break free from the massive hold of Michael.

"Michael.. Let the kid go." Walter says as he slams Michael on the back. Michael sets Birkoff down and turns his head to Walter.

"I personally think that you did nothing wrong. If Madeline told me to sleep with Nikita.. I would do the same thing in a flash." Walter says with a wink. Walter watches Michael's face drop even more.

"You haven't have you?" Michael asks and Walter shakes his head.

"Speak English, man!" Walter says as he stares at Michael.

"YOU HAVEN'T SLEPT WITH NIKITA, HAVE YOU?" Michael screams as he is concerned that Madeline could be pleasing the entire male population of Section One with Nikita.

"Oh, yes... we do it all the time, Michael!" Nikita's voice bubbles up from the hallway as she skips towards Birkoff. Nikita snakes her arms behind Walter's neck and pulls him in for long and passionate kiss.

Nikita lets go and winks at Walter as he tries to maintain himself.

"Better get a grip on reality, Michael. We might flirt... but... no offense to Walter... I like men who are a bit French." Nikita says with a wink and hands the paper to Michael.

"What is this?" Michael asks.

"Can't you read?" Nikita whines and sternly looks at Michael.

"Ok.. all right.. I'll tell you!" Nikita says and Michael hands the paper back to Nikita.

"Toys for You and Me are going to have a shipment of 500 Bedwetting Barbies and they will go on sale at noon today." Nikita says and Michael looks at Nikita.

"It can't be that easy." Michael says and Nikita shrugs her shoulders.

"Looks like I did the job for us, Michael. Now... we better get changed... Do you know what jeans are?" Nikita asks and Michael's face turns red as Nikita turns and skips away.

"Hey, Michael.. this isn't going to be easy.. Haven't you read?" Birkoff asks and Michael stares at Birkoff.

"What?" Michael asks.

"Yesterday at Ting Ling's Toy Store... three people were severely injured in a mad dash for these Bedwetting Barbies.... Then at Martin's Alien Toys... one person was killed when he grabbed the last Bedwetting Barbie." Birkoff says and Michael stares at him.

"I will get you some weapons." Walter says and Michael shakes his head.

"I am not going to start World War Three over some damn doll that Madeline wants!" Michael screams and walks back to his office.

*

Nikita groaned as she stepped out of the van and looked at the crowded store. Michael slammed the door and walked by Nikita's side.

"Great plan, Nikita." Michael says as he looks at the swarm of people waiting outside the store. There had to easily be over a thousand people in line waiting.

"It still can be." Nikita says as she pulls at her sweatshirt. It has little lights blinking on and off, and it was extremely warm. Michael looks around and slams his hand into the van that they brought.

"Damn it, Nikita! We could have gotten in there early this morning. They would have never missed one doll!" Michael screams and Nikita turns her head and is smiling.

"Michael.. it's not like they are handing out tickets. It's going to be one mad dash in." Nikita says and Michael takes his arms and shakes Nikita.

"We aren't going to get one!" Michael hisses and Nikita just continues to smile.

"But we can. If we split up.. we can make it in.. at least one of us." Nikita says and Michael stares at Nikita.

"Nikita..." Michael says as Nikita starts to walk towards the store.

"We are in better shape than almost all of these people. We have to run and get in there. Push our way through." Nikita says and Michael shakes his head. There was two minutes before the doors opened.

"And a running start is the best." Nikita says as she takes off towards the door. Michael stood back until the doors opened and he ran after Nikita. He did not want Nikita to be the one that got the doll and he didn't.

There were people scrambling into the store, and Nikita jumped over the two women on the side as their purses got hooked together. Nikita felt something fall into her hair, but she just continued. There were a lot of people ahead of her, and she could not stop.

The people behind Nikita were not so lucky. It was a slick coat of oil and soon the crowd started to fall down into a heap. Michael smiled and took the opportunity to jump over the crowd and make some distance up.

Nikita pushed the carts out of her way as she headed towards the back of the store. Clothes fell off the rack as she ducked ahead of some women. Nikita saw the display and dove for the last doll.

"I GOT IT!!! I GOT IT!" Nikita screams as woman hit her over the head with a purse. Nikita stumbles as the woman tries to pull the doll out of Nikita's hands.

"LET GO!" Nikita hollers as she sees about three other women running towards Nikita. They all jumped into the pile. The doll bounced back and forth between women like a fumbled football.

Michael saw that Nikita had her hands on a doll and could not be outdone. He would not pick on a woman, but the young teenage boy was not holding the doll tight enough. Michael grabbed it and started to walk the other way.

"YOU! French boy! YOU LIKE DOLLS, DON'T YOU!" A large man asked with broad shoulders. Michael looked at the man and smiled.

"It's for..." Michael says and suddenly is punched in the face.

"GET THAT DOLL!" The man hollers, and an entire football team jumped on top of Michael. Michael almost cried as they walked out with the doll.

Nikita kicked the last woman in the knee and held up the doll in victory.

"I HAVE IT!!! MICHAEL!!!" Nikita says jumping up and down like a woman who just one a billion dollar lottery.

Nikita starts walking, until the baseball bat connects with Nikita's back of her head. The woman grabs the doll and kicks Nikita's butt.

"And I think I am going to buy the baseball bat too!" The woman said and spitted into Nikita's hair.

"You blonde hair bimbo!" The woman huffs and runs towards the cashiers.

*

"Where is it?" Madeline says firmly as she slams Michael's office door open. She looks at the desk as Michael holds up his arm, applying a bandage. Madeline steps forwards and trips over Nikita's legs.

"Nikita, get off the floor!" Madeline says firmly as she looks down at Nikita's back and an icepack on the back of her neck.

"I'm getting in touch with the rats, Madeline. One of them told me that you were their queen!" Nikita snaps and Michael stands up.

"Nikita..." Michael says in a warning tone.

"Michael...." Nikita mocks Michael as she struggles to sit up straight. The world is spinning again.

"Where is the doll?" Madeline asks as she sits down in the chair that Nikita always sat in. Nikita looks at Michael and stares at him. Nikita was not happy.

"We didn't get one." Michael says and Madeline pulls the chair closer to Michael's desk and drops her feet to the floor. Nikita drops the ice pack down and start to crawl behind the chair.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU GET THE DOLL!" Madeline hollers and Michael blinks his eyes. Sometimes it was so easy to give the person a blank stare. Michael just shut off the words and stared back at Madeline. He knew he would not have to say anything.

Nikita reaches her hands out towards Madeline's dress shoes. They were ones with laces. Nikita was almost giddy. She was going to get Madeline back for getting her slammed in the head with a baseball bat. Nikita's world has been so mixed up that she had called Walter, Operations, and almost hit on Operations, thinking that it was Walter.

"Michael... answer me." Madeline says and something inside Michael clicks. It was like the words registered that he now had to respond to Madeline.

"Ah... we.. ah.." Michael stumbles as he can't believe he can't remember what he was talking to Madeline about. He stares at Madeline and then turns his head to the side.

"Michael... why don't you have the Bedwetting Barbie?" Madeline asks and Nikita lifts her head.

"She walks up stairs, she drinks some water.... She rides around... and then at night.. She pees her pants... Everyone wants her... for she is real.. BEDWETTING BARBIE!" Nikita sings out and then covers her mouth.

"That's enough, Nikita." Madeline hisses as she stares at Michael. Nikita singing of the jingle gave him ample time to piece together the explanation.

"We were trying the normal way, without making a disturbance. We had the dolls in our hands.. when the entire football team sacked me. and someone tried to hit a homerun with Nikita's head." Michael says.

Nikita ties the laces together and hurries back to her icepack and the wall. Nikita heard Michael's comment.

"No, Michael.. remember... homeruns are given by Madeline with orders." Nikita says with a smile on her face. She is rewarded with two harsh stares. Nikita smiled smartly back and then rubbed her hands together as Michael and Madeline turned back towards each other.

"This is unacceptable!" Madeline cries out and Michael blinks his eyes.

"We are working on alternative plans now. We will continue in the morning. We both are seeing a bit double." Michael says and Nikita lifts her head.

"Oh, no! That would mean that Madeline would have to order the double of me to sleep with you too!" Nikita pipes up and Madeline pushes the chair back.

"I will take it as your injury causing this." Madeline says and then turns back to Michael.

"I want a mission plan on my desk by 9 o'clock tomorrow morning." Madeline says as she stands and tries to walk. She falls down on her face, and in the process the normally tight skirt of Madeline's rips.

"I see Paris.. I see France.. I see Madeline's Thong underpants!" Nikita sings out and Michael stares at Nikita as Madeline pulls her shoes off and runs back to her office.

*

"I need something from you, Birkoff." Nikita says as she drapes her body over his computer. Birkoff raises an eyebrow up and looks up and over his tinted glasses. Nikita smiles softly and nods her head.

"I have to make something up to Michael.. but first... I want to give you something to have some fun with." Nikita says and Birkoff's whole body perks up.

"No.. it's not me!" Nikita says as she can see Birkoff had been spending too much time with Walter. She would have to take care of that some other time.

"Michael forgot to turn off the cameras in his office when we returned yesterday.... Go to the part that Madeline is there." Nikita says and Birkoff works quickly.

"OH MY GOSH!" Birkoff howls as he watches Madeline fall down on her face. He sees how her skirt ripped and exposed herself to the two in the room.

"This is priceless!" Birkoff cries out and Nikita smiles.

"I need identification cards as toy inspectors for me and Michael..." Nikita says and Birkoff looks at her and nods.

"Is that all?" Birkoff asks he starts to cut and paste the image. He was going to be sending some creative e-mail out.

"Well... can you find out what brand they are?" Nikita asks and Birkoff raises an eyebrow.

"Brand of what?" Birkoff asks and Nikita points down to the screen and to the thong that Madeline is wearing.

"Why?" Birkoff asks and Nikita smiles.

"Well.. I think it might be a good gift idea to get Madeline for Christmas.. in fact.. I think it is a good idea for ANY operative to get Madeline.... FLOSS UP THE BUTT!" Nikita says and Birkoff laughs.

"I will do it, Nikita. I'll get the brand name.. and I think I will 'share the intel', if you want me too." Birkoff says and Nikita smiles.

"Exactly." Nikita says as she waits as Birkoff prints up the identification cards.

"Thanks." Nikita says as she kisses Birkoff and walks to Michael's office.

Nikita steps into the office, and is instantly drenched with a bucket of maple syrup. Nikita lifts her hands and pushes her hair up from her face.

"NIKITA!" Michael says as he stands up.

"Birkoff was to get me some intelligence." Michael says and Nikita throws the soppy identification cards to the floor and looks at her body.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO DO MY HAIR TODAY!" Nikita screams. Nikita turns and runs to the locker rooms. Michael licks his lips. Damn, he wishes he could have her covered in syrup more often.

*

Nikita holds her head high as she looks at Michael.

"Damn.. he is too hot!" Nikita thinks as she looks at him in the plain navy suit that Madeline had chosen for him. Nikita licks her lips and tries to pull her mind out of the gutter.

Michael turned his head and looked at Nikita. The outfit was almost a bit too much for Michael to handle. He had not mentioned to Nikita about the buttons, but Michael could feel his body reacting to the image of the gold buttons accenting the raise of her chest in the green dress suit. Michael swallowed and moved to open the door.

"We are here to inspect your toys." Nikita says as she shows the badge and the guard nods his head.

"I will get a manager." The guard says and Nikita smiles brightly. Nikita walks over to the window and leans against it. It causes the skirt to raise up some and Michael turns his head sharply.

"I will not look.. I will not look.. I will not look." Michael thinks to himself as he tries to keep himself from turning his head.

"Damn.. she is like a drug... like LSD... like cocaine... DAMN IT!" Michael thinks and then he feels Nikita's hand on his shoulder.

"Michael.. what is like cocaine?" Nikita asks with a raised eyebrow. Michael stares at her mouth and is caught by the slight movement of the lips up and down with the words, and how her white teeth only show slightly.

"Nothing... it was a dream last night." Michael says and Nikita nods her head as she watches the door open up. The older man walks out and shakes Nikita's hand and then Michael's.

"What are you here to inspect?" The man asks and Nikita looks around as he leads them into the plant.

"We have some concerns about the Bedwetting Barbie." Nikita says and the man nods his head up and down.

"Can I see your identification cards? My boss keeps photocopies of them." The man says and they hand them over quickly. Nikita turns to the side and sees a long conveyor belt.

"OH... could you think of the burns I could get if Michael took me on that?" Nikita thinks to herself and Michael walks to Nikita and now touches her arm.

"Nikita?" Michael asks and Nikita jumps from her thoughts. She subconsciously rubs her hands down the suit, feeling as if Michael heard her thoughts.

"Did Birkoff solidify the identifications?" Michael asks and Nikita blankly stares at him.

Nikita walks around the machinery thinking about what Michael just said. Nikita stops as she sees a tall man wearing blue jeans and a hard hat. He has sweat pouring down his chest and Nikita licks her lips.

"Damn.. why can't Madeline ever get Michael to dress like that!" Nikita screams inside of herself.

"Dress like what?" Michael asks and Nikita jumps again from her thoughts.

"Ah... solidify.. as in place in the computers?" Nikita asks and Michael nods his head.

"No, he was too busy book marking cyber sex websites for you." Nikita says as the man walks out of the office. Nikita looks to Michael and they both grabs for their guns.

"Do you see any dolls?" Michael calls out as Nikita jumps out of her shoes and shakes her head.

"No..." Nikita says as alarms start to blare.

"Let's get out of here!" Michael calls out and they start to sprint through the warehouse. Nikita stops as she sees a room of dolls.

"MICHAEL!" Nikita screams as she shoots the lock out and runs into the room. Nikita picks up a doll and sees the package shine back at her. Nikita smiles like a child who just met Santa Claus underneath the Christmas tree.

"Nikita.. we have to get out..." Michael calls out and he looks to the door and sees the twenty guards moving in closer to them.

"Too late." Michael says and Nikita runs to the back window and shoots at its lock. Michael and Nikita dive through the glass and land in the garbage. Nikita screams as the doll sails out of her hands and into the river. Nikita is pulled back down into the garbage and they make their escape. DOLL-LESS

*

Birkoff raises his head from the computer to have a hand of mud and goo smashed into his face. Birkoff spitted and then looked at the person who the hand was attached to.

"Nikita, what on earth are you doing!" Birkoff screams as he stands up and pulls his dirty glasses off. Nikita stares at him, but that only causes Birkoff to start to laugh. There are numerous banana peals on Nikita's outfit, along with shreds of newspaper, and other items that Birkoff could not identify in Nikita's hair.

"YOU!" Nikita hisses. Nikita pulls at the stick banana peel and heaves it at Birkoff. "I spent three hours in a garbage truck because of you!" Nikita yells and Birkoff continues to laugh. Nikita's anger was making the image on the dirty Nikita funnier.

"What did I do?" Birkoff asks and Nikita walks closer to Birkoff.

"You didn't solidify the identifications, Birkoff.. and they checked!" Nikita screams and Birkoff nods his head but continues to laugh.

"Oh.. you aren't going to think that this is funny when Michael gets here." Nikita says as she turns around and storms away towards the showers.

Birkoff turns to the door to see Michael entering. It was definitely dirtier than what Birkoff thought he would be like.

"Got a gift for you." Michael says as he pulls Birkoff's pants away from the side and drops something down.

"AAAH!" Birkoff screams as he feels the fur running down his leg. Birkoff jumps as the little mouse runs its way to the crotch.

"GET IT OUT!" Birkoff screams as he jumps up onto his seat and starts to stripe his pants down. Michael just stares at the mouse runs away and Birkoff stands in his tightie whities.

"Got it." Nikita calls out from the corner. Birkoff stares at her as he notices that Nikita is holding the video camera. Birkoff jumps off the chair and pulls at his pants.

"That is only the beginning, Birkoff." Michael says and Birkoff looks at Michael. His usually long and silky hair is knotted and strewed about with twigs, newspaper, and old coupons. Michael steps forward and starts to wipe his hands off on Birkoff's clothes.

"Do you know what it is like to spent three hours in a garbage truck?" Michael asks and Birkoff trembles.

"No." Birkoff squeaks out like the mouse had squeaked when it ran away.

"Well... it wasn't fun... with baby diapers on your knees." Michael says as he takes his knee and smears it against Birkoff's leg.

"And coffee grinds in your hair.... And god knows what else...." Michael says and Michael steps back and Birkoff looks at him.

"Michael.. I am sorry..." Birkoff whines out and Michael turns around and stares at Birkoff.

"But... I didn't have orders from you or Nikita to solidify the identifications.. and well.. like Nikita does.. I follow orders." Birkoff says and Michael turns and slaps Birkoff.

"I can have her anytime!" Michael hisses and turns around and pulls Nikita tightly into his arms and starts to ravage her body on Birkoff's desk.

"MICHAEL! STOP!" Birkoff hisses and then starts to cry.

"But it's my desk.. make a mess on your own! NO! STOP!" Birkoff cries out.

"Do I smell dog crap?" Operations' voice booms out from down the hallway and Michael and Nikita make a mad dash to the locker rooms, leaving Birkoff with the filthy desk.

*

The hot water was what Nikita had been waiting for. She dropped her head back and allowed the hot water sting her face and body. The steam swirled around her and she smiled as the tension started to ease from her body.

Nikita had her eyes closed as Michael stepped over. He stopped and let his mouth bob in the air as he could not think of anything than the half clean, half dirty body of Nikita.

"DAMN! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Michael screamed as himself as he draped his towel up and walked into the steam.

"The men's shower it broken." Michael's voice says deeply and Nikita's eyes snap open. In an instant reaction, Nikita pulls at her towel, which just causes her underwear to fall on the wet floor.

Michael laughs and moves towards her. He does not notice the bar of soap on the floor. His foot hits it and he slides into Nikita. Nikita falls in a heap with a little yelp.

Michael spits Nikita's half-clean hair out of his mouth and drops his head.

"Sorry!" Michael says and Nikita stands up.

"If Madeline wasn't so hung up on that doll.. I would say that she ordered you to sleep with me!" Nikita snaps and Michael stands up with a smile.

"Nikita..." Michael says softly as he pulls a twig out of her hair. Nikita turns and laughs softly.

"I'm sorry for telling Birkoff." Nikita says and Michael smiles.

"Let me wash your back." Michael says as he turns Nikita back around. Nikita closes her eyes.

It is several minutes later when Nikita feels something scurry over her feet. Nikita pulls her head down and starts to yell. She jumps into the air. The motion causes both Michael and Nikita to fall over each other's wet and soapy bodies.

"MOUSE!" Nikita screams as she tries to crawl over Michael. Michael's legs get caught and the two do a summersault backwards and end up twisted together.

"YO HO! YO HO! A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME!" Walter whistles out as he turns the corner and sees the two operatives twisted together like a pretzel.

"WELL SHIMBER MY TIMBERS!" Walter laughs out as he looks at the two wide-eyed operatives.

"Mmm.. Sugar.. you are going to have to show me that position some day..." Walter says as he pulls off his towel and Nikita starts to pull away from Michael.

"Got room for a third?" Walter asks and Nikita grabs a towel and runs. Michael stares at Walter. He looks down and then smirks.

"I think I am safe." Michael says as he wraps a towel around himself and quickly makes way to the men's locker room.

"I, KING HENRY EIGHTH I AM... HENRY EIGHT I AM I AM... I AM MARRIED TO THE WIDOW NEXT DOOR... SHE HAS BEEN MARRIED SEVEN TIMES MORE.. and EVERYONE LOVES HENRY..." Walter sings out until he feels the tiny feet scurry over his feet.

"There you are little guy.. I thought I lost you..." Walter says as he picks up the mouse and continues with his shower.

*

Nikita rolled over and stretched her legs up in the air. She stretched her arms out on the floor and looked at her multi-colored toes. This was what she lived for in free time. Michael had sent her home, as he said that her plans for retrieving the doll were bad. Now, her muscles ached from the all-wet-but-not-real-pleasure-rolling-around-on-the-shower-floor-experience.

There was a knock on her door and Nikita rolled her eyes.

"Come in." Nikita called out; not wanting to get out of the position she had taken, and also for the fact that she knew it was Michael.

"It's locked." Michael calls back and Nikita rolls her eyes.

"Just use your damn key... or better yet.. Why don't you kick it in like a real man.. like a man that doesn't have to wait for orders!" Nikita calls out and the door slowly opens.

"What are you doing?" Michael asks as he looks down at Nikita, and then notices her toes.

"Is that plum passion?" Michael asks as he grabs her foot and looks at the big toe. Nikita starts to squirm.

"STOP THAT! IT TICKLES!" Nikita says and Michael pulls at the other foot.

"That is Nancy's Pink Bubblegum with Sparkles!" Michael calls out as he points to her little toe. But his hands on her feet, cause her laughter to continue. She tries to kick her feet away. Nikita is not concentrating on where the kicks are going, until she hits between his legs.

Michael falls backwards against the wall and Nikita rolls up. Michael is gasping and holding his hands over himself.

"Michael... are you ok?" Nikita asks as she looks at his reddening face.

"I'll be fine..." Michael says in a high pitched voice that sounded almost like Mickey Mouse.

"Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?" Nikita asks with a wink and Michael closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths.

"You would get too much pleasure from that, Nikita." Michael says in his normal tone as he tentatively moves for the couch. Nikita rolls to her feet and follows Michael.

"I can get you some ice." Nikita says and Michael violently shakes his head.

"What is wrong with ice? Wouldn't it help the pain?" Nikita asks and suddenly there is a red hue on Michael's cheeks.

"OH MY! You have a fantasy... about ice...." Nikita starts out. Michael's green eyes looks up and Nikita jumps.

"ABOUT ICE AND ME!" Nikita says and she falls to the ground laughing.

"Nikita.. that is enough.." Michael says after several minutes. Nikita nods her head and sits up.

"I have a plan for the getting that god damn peeing doll." Michael says and Nikita raises her eyebrow and looks at Michael with a tilted head.

"We will go in as inspectors to another plant... to tag the doll. Then we will track the undercover truck as it goes to the secondary location to be loaded into the second truck. We will hijack the second truck, take the doll, and send the truck on its way." Michael says and Nikita looks at Michael and blinks her eyes.

"Oh. Okay." Nikita says and Michael stares at her.

"What is it, Nikita?" Michael asks and Nikita shrugs her shoulders.

"I thought your plan would be more like.. find a rich kid... and steal it from the already wrapped Christmas gifts." Nikita says and Michael stares at Nikita.

"Don't give me that I-can't-believe-you-think-that-I-can-stoop-that-low-look, Michael! You have. Remember Operations' gift last year.... We went down to Florida and ran through Gloria Estefan's house to find a personal tape of hers to give to Operations!" Nikita exclaims and Michael lifts his head and walks to the door.

"Don't you dare go!" Nikita screams and Michael walks out the door. Nikita stares at the door and moves away. Michael turns around in the hallway and leans against the door. Nikita could be so maddening.

Nikita turns and goes back to the door. Michael was going to at least say goodbye.

Michael's eyes were shut, and Nikita pulled the door open, and Michael fell backwards and Nikita looked down at him.

"Boy.. I wish I could have you in this position more often

*

Nikita smiled as she touched the box with the Bedwetting Barbie in it and placed the tracker on it. She watched the Barbie speed on down the way on the conveyor belt. Again, Nikita got the mental image of putting Michael on it.

"Damn.. that would be fun... now I have to work in the ice..." Nikita thinks to herself as the door open up.

Their guide for the tour had been Mr. Peter Paul, a man with bright red hair and a moustache. He was a robust man and he had a great laugh. Both Michael and Nikita felt as if he was looking them up and down. Now he entered with three more people.

"Damn... I thought Birkoff solidified the identifications!" Michael thinks to himself as he sees the extra staff. Then Mr. Peter Paul smiles with us.

"Can you come with us? We have been looking for someone like you two for a long time!" Mr. Peter Paul says and Nikita raises an eyebrow to Michael. Reluctantly, they follow the man into a huge room with two large stages on it.

"What is going on?" Nikita asks as she sees ladies walking out with tape measures and men with sketchpads. One lady takes Nikita's hand and places her on the stage.

"We are making some new dolls, and have been having a hard time coming up with the look. But you two are perfect!" Mr. Peter Paul says and Nikita looks to Michael.

"What kind of dolls?" Michael asks as two ladies start to criss-cross Nikita with tape measures.

"They will be the featured dolls in a Double Agents collection. We need to get an evil woman and man.. a computer expert.. and an older man to do weapons.. and then we will go public with the line." Mr. Peter Paul says. Michael stares at Nikita asks the women move to Michael.

"Damn.. you are hot... Can we get you to try on some spandex?" The one woman asks and Michael stares at her.

"I've seen him in spandex." Nikita says and the woman all turn towards Nikita with droll on their mouths.

"Let's just say.. he is VERY PINCHABLE!" Nikita says with a huge wink!

"We really have to be going...." Michael says and the women push him back to where he was standing. Nikita is smiling at Michael until a woman slips the tape measure between his legs.

"What are you doing?" Nikita hollers and Mr. Peter Paul starts to laugh.

"Well... Double Agents.. well... they are going to be adult play dolls... So they will be anatomically correct." Mr. Peter Paul says and Michael steps away.

"No way." Michael says and Nikita smiles broadly.

"Well... I can give you the measure.. I know it very well." Nikita says and Michael stares at Nikita.

"Nikita.. NO!" Michael says and Nikita smiles broadly.

"Ms. Nikita Nikki Nicholas.. you are a very interesting woman." Mr. Peter Paul says and Nikita smiles.

"Well.. ok.. it's..."

"NIKITA!" Michael says and all the women run away from his tone of voice.

"What Michael?" Nikita asks with an evil smile that was more dangerous than Madeline's Mona Lisa smile.

"Come here." Michael says and Nikita laughs.

"I'm not yours to order around." Nikita teases as she walks back towards Michael. Nikita sways her hips and licks her lips.

"Nikita... please.. let's leave." Michael says in a whisper.

"Oh... what are you going to do for me, Michael?" Nikita asks slowly.

"Do?" Michael asks with a huge swallow. Nikita laughs.

"Well.. I don't ask for sexual favors.. But what are you going to do for me if I don't tell?" Nikita asks and Michael clenches his jaw.

"I will trim your tree with decorations." Michael says and Nikita laughs slightly.

"And?" Nikita asks and Michael swallows again.

"I will paint the stencils in your room." Michael says and Nikita smiles.

"And you will paint my toes for the next year?" Nikita asks.

"No!" Michael cries out and Nikita turns around.

"He is quite big.. he is..."

"OK! OK! OK!" Michael calls out and Nikita smiles and nods her head.

"Deal." Nikita says and she moves to Mr. Peter Paul.

"Sorry.. we have to go. The job calls!" Nikita says and Michael and her make the dash for the door.

*

The road was covered with snow and ice.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas... We wish you a Merry Christmas.. and..." The radio played until Nikita pulled the tape out and threw it out the window.

"That was my only tape, Nikita." Michael says as he turns his head, with his commando hairstyle glaring back at Nikita.

"You have a big forehead." Nikita says as she turns her head and looks back to the equipment. The soft blinking was getting closer, just not fast enough.

"I do not." Michael says as he starts to flip the radio station.

"Can you forget about the radio station and put on some heat! I am freezing." Nikita says sharply. At the beginning, this mission almost sounded fun to Nikita. Now it was plain annoying. She didn't want to spend another minute with Michael.

"We are low on gas." Michael comments as he picks up his ringing cell phone.

"Santa Claus has landed." Michael comments and Nikita pulls her arms out in order to stretch them.

"I don't like your plan, Michael." Nikita says and Michael smiles.

"But it is an order." Michael says with a smirk.

Michael pulls the car out and happily finds the truck moving down the highway. Michael worked with the computer equipment, and soon, the car was traveling with the truck, and Michael and Nikita went out of the car through the sunroof.

"Michael.. it's locked!" Nikita says as she tries to pull the safety door up from the roof. The wind is howling in their ears and both struggle to maintain their balance. "JUST DO IT HARDER!" Michael yells out and Nikita lifts her head.

"Where have I heard that before?" Nikita asks and then pulls at the handle, until the door pops open. Nikita grabs a doll.

"Nikita! HURRY!" Michael screams out and Nikita turns around towards him.

"Why?" Nikita asks, with her hands still empty. Michael points down the road.

"TUNNEL!" Michael screams. Nikita pulls out a box and starts to head back towards the car. But the rush, and the wind, and the ice, make it impossible. Nikita loses her balance, and then rolls into Michael.

Off the side of the truck they plummet, only to hit a long hill, and they rolled down the snow-covered hill, building up a good size snowball as they went.

"DAMN IT! I will never have another snowball battle in my life! I know how the snow feels!" Nikita says as she stands up and looks to her hand. The box was perfect, even through the roll down the hill. Nikita laughed as Michael stood up. His hair was mixed with snow and his pants looked three times too big, as snow filled them up.

"Told you that you should have worn the spandex." Nikita says as she watches Michael trying to push the snow out of his pants. It was so funny, as Nikita started to hike up the hill.

"Nikita.. help me!" Michael calls out, as he still struggles. Nikita starts to laugh and drops into the snow.

"Like, Michael.. I can still be an angel!" Nikita calls out as she start to flap her arms and legs in the snow.

"Nikita.. the doll!" Michael screams and Nikita laughs.

"It's fine!" Nikita says and she stands up and Michael gives her these huge puppy eyes.

"Nikita..." Michael says and Nikita smiles.

"Well.. you are already painting my toenails.. what else can you do for me?" Nikita asks as she trudges back down to the snow filled Michael

*

There was a trail of wet clothing on the floor of the hallways in Section One. There was one black leather glove.. and then there was one bright yellow mitten... Then there was an ear muff.. and then there was an animal striped scarf..... Then there was another bright yellow mitten.... And around the corner.. the other black leather glove.

Moving down the hallway, there was a black boot. And then another one. Not far from that one, another black boot.. and somewhere down the hallway, underneath a computer.. was another black boot. It must have been thrown.

Still, the wet clothing did not give an identity to the persons that they belonged to until the first sock was found. It was candy caned striped with a blinking light on the right hand side.

"DO YOU HAVE THE BEDWETTING BARBIE!" Madeline screams as she picks up the sock and sprints down the hallway. She doesn't notice the wet jackets.. and the hats.. and then the pants.. and then the shirts...

"You better have that..." Madeline screams as she opens Michael's office door and then stops in a flash, as she is almost blinded by the flesh.

"Ah..." Madeline says, but the two continue. Not even noticing the presence of Madeline. Madeline steps over Michael and Nikita, as they cling to each other's body and grabs the doll.

"Good job... continue..." Madeline says as she steps out and closes the door. Madeline walks over to the computers and looks at Birkoff.

"Are you taping?" Madeline whispers and Birkoff gives a hug thumbs up. Madeline looks down the hallway and then to her hand. She was in the good spirit.

"Call housekeeping to clean the hallways. They will be tired when they complete their mission." Madeline says and the screams start to rattle the glass of Michael's window.

"Sounds like they are almost done..." Birkoff quips and Madeline looks at Birkoff and looks to the door.

"That was round one of a ten round fight." Madeline says and starts to skip down the hallway with the doll in her hand.

*

Nikita smiled as she looked at her Christmas Bonus from Madeline. It had arrived only an hour before Michael was to show up, but in that hour... Nikita had some time to get creative with her planned uses.

Nikita smiled as she closed the refrigerator door and then opened her apartment door. Michael walks in with a large bag in his hands and one wrapped box.

"Can I put something into your refrigerator?" Michael asks and Nikita nods her head. She watches Michael move quickly.

"Open your gift." Michael says and Nikita starts to tear at the paper.

"IT'S A BEDWETTING BARBIE!" Nikita screams as she looks at the box and Michael nods his head.

"I thought you would like to remember this mission. I have to say it has been the most memorable." Michael says and Nikita smiles. She walks over and hands Michael his gift.

"NO!" Michael yells out and Nikita smiles.

"Mr. Peter Paul.. or was that Mr. Paul Peter.. well.. I saw him.. and he gave me the demos." Nikita says and Michael opens the box and the dolls fall out, all ready wrapped together in an intimate act.

"Don't worry.. we'll get to that." Nikita says as she walks back to the refrigerator.

"Michael.. can you help me with this eggnog?" Nikita asks as she pulls out the first of her ten gallons of eggnog. Michael walks over and takes it out of her hands. Nikita turns and looks at Michael's bags.

"Michael... why did you put milk.." Nikita asks as she turns around, to find eggnog flying in the air and onto her face and body. Nikita looks at her body and then at Michael. Nikita turns around and grabs some milk.

"You aren't going to get away with that!" Nikita says and Michael dashes off towards the bathroom.

"Come and take a bath with me, Nikita..... I think I have a surprise or two..." Michael calls out and Nikita remembers back to the card that Madeline left with her bonus.

"You are both under orders.. and I will be watching." Madeline had written and Nikita turned her head to the wall and at the camera she knew of.

"Merry Christmas Madeline... and Up yours Operations.... You'll never have me." Nikita says and dashes off to the bathroom.

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