Nikita hummed to herself softly as she pulled the T-shirt over her head. Well that was certainly different she thought. I never would have believed that a mission for Section could be fun but this one had been. Imagine staking out a Renaissance Fair! Nikita strokes a hand across the dress she wore before she moves to the makeup table in Madeline's office. That dress was lovely and so much more comfortable than 'Elvira'. Nikita shudders slightly as she remembers the last time she was in this office this late.

     Just as she picks up the brush to work on her hair, the intercom buzzes.

     "Nikita?"

     "Yes Michael?"

     "Come to my office please. And before you say anything, remember you owe me one."

     Puzzled, Nikita agrees.

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     Tom and Henry watch as Nikita walks into Michael's office. This is perfect, they were the only two on watch again tonight.

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

     Tom and Henry wait a good ten minutes before they tune into Michael's office. Both of them remember the riot act they were read by a strangely smirking Madeline when it was discovered how much time they had spent monitoring her 'empty' office last time. Still it had been worth it.

     With a look at each other, they tune in their dials. Unfortunately for them, Michael had already discovered and disabled the camera in his office.

     "Michael hold still. How am I supposed to do this if you keep moving around?"

     Michael groans, "Are you sure you're doing it right, it doesn't feel right."

     "Doesn't feel right?! I'll have you know, Madeline taught me how to do this." Nikita scoffs at him.

     "Maybe if I was facing front?" Michael suggests.

     Tom and Henry look at each other, now how is that going to work?

     "Now Michael, how will that work? Here let me get on top. Maybe we should try the desk?"

     Grins break out as the two of them listen to moans and furniture moving. If only Michael hadn't disabled that camera!

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

     Nikita knocks on Michael's office door and hears a muffled, "Come in."

     Inside the office it is pitch black and she automatically reachs for the light switch.

     "Don't turn on the light." Michael intercepts her.

     Now that the door is closed, Nikita can hear a noise that sounds like a jar lid being unscrewed. "What are you doing?"

     "Taking the lens off of the camera."

     Nikita is astounded, "They have a camera in your office?!"

     "Yes, microphones also but the whole building is probably laced with those. I feel like I never find them all." a pause then, "You can turn the lights on now."

     Nikita flips the switch and blinks as her eyes adjust. Once her eyes adjust she blinks again as she catches sight of Michael.

     "What .. hap .. happened?" She tries to ask through her giggles. He looks ridiculous.

     "It's not funny. Remember I didn't laugh at you."

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

     "You're right. I'm sorry. What happened?"

     "I'm stuck. What was Madeline thinking? How am I supposed to get out of this by myself?" Michael complains in an exasperated tone of voice.

     Nikita suppresses her giggles and looks at Michael. He is wearing a chain mail shirt and tights. Apparently he did not have problems taking the armor off, however, the undergarments are another matter. His hair is in wide disarray with his auburn locks sticking up in all directions and his head is tilted at an extreme right angle. The chain mail slopes off of one shoulder and Nikita can see that the black T-shirt underneath is ripped.

     Nikita tilts her head to the left so that she can look Michael in the eye. "Your hair is caught isn't it?" she doesn't wait for a reply. "Just a moment, this happens to me all of the time." Nikita walks around behind him and grimaces slightly at the mess she sees. His chain mail has unraveled in several places and the top two or three links are entwined in his hair. With tender movements she untangles his hair.

     Michael straightens his head with a sigh. "Thank you."

     Nikita runs her fingers through his hair, gently untangling the major messes. A silence, punctuated only by their breathing descends on the room. Nikita leans in close to Michael's ear and breaths "Your hair looks like it did the other night. Remember, you had me up against the wall and . . . "

     With a shudder Michael interrupts her, "I remember! Please 'Kita don't!"

     "Why not?"

     "I still have the damn codpiece on." Michael grits out through his teeth.

     ------

     Nikita stands on the desk pulling on the chain mail shirt as Michael tries to slip down and out of it.

     "Come on," Nikita urges, "You're almost there. Another inch, another inch."

     "I'm trying, I'm trying. It's tight."

     Both of them are breathless, this chain mail is heavy. The tugging and pulling is so extreme that the desk is even moving now, banging into the wall.

     "More! More! MORE!" Nikita chants encouraging Michael and the chain mail. It slips upward and finally off.

     "YES." Both Michael and Nikita yell as he falls to the floor free of the confining, heavy metal shirt.

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

    Tom and Henry sit hunched over their monitors listening with baited breath to what is happening in Michael's office. Suddenly there is a loud bang through their headphones and they look up to see the blinds in Michael's office sway. The banging continues as Nikita's voice comes over the headphones - "Come on," Nikita urges, breathlessly "You're almost there. Another inch, another inch." buzzzzzzz, snick, snick, snick, "It's tight."

     Damn! They have slammed the desk up against Michael's wall and smack into the microphone. Tom and Henry groan as one. Hands frantically adjust the fine tuning but it is hopeless, still they listen - squeak, click, click, buzzzzz, "More! MORE!" Nikita chants, squawk, squeal, snipety snipety, click buzzz, "ES." Both Michael and Nikita yell.

***********

     Nikita sits on the edge of the desk and looks at Michael sprawled on the floor. Both of them stay where they are for a few moments, catching their breath.

     "Thank god that's over." Michael says as he stands up and stretches.

     "Oh my god, Michael. Your back! Look what I did to your back!" Nikita quietly shrieks and jumps off of the desk.

     There are several cuts on Michael's back up near his shoulders where the loose chain mail obviously scratched him and tore his shirt.

     She fusses around him, dabbing at the scratches with a kleenex and murmuring apologies.

     "It's okay, Nikita. They don't hurt." He turns around and grabs her hands, "It's o-k-a-y."

     She stops fussing and looks at him. Her eyes widen and grow provocative as she takes in the picture he makes with his enticing ripped shirt hanging off of him and the tights encasing him. Nikita can't decide if she is happy that he took the codpiece off or not.

     "I never did tell you how good you looked today Michael. You seemed so natural in your suit of armor. A real knight." she whispers as she willingly drowns in his green eyes, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

     " Kita." he whispers, half-warning/half-groaning.

     "You must have been a knight in a past life, Lancelot maybe?" She moves closer to him so that they are pressed up against each other.

     He moans and pulls her tighter into an embrace while his hands entangle in her hair and hold her to his mercy. His kiss is plundering and persuasive. She submits and challenges.

     They break apart, lungs almost exploding from lack of oxygen. "We have to go," Michael groans into her hair. "We can't stay here, the walls have ears."

     "Get dressed, I have to clean up Madeline's office. I think we let it a mess last time." Nikita touches her forehead to his and whispers.

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     Tom and Henry almost groan outloud in disappointment as they watch Nikita exit Michael's office. She is tucking in her shirt and patting at her hair.

     They look at each other and sigh. Tonight had so much potential too!

     "The real question will be how will we explain that we know that the microphone in Michael's office is on the fritz?"

     They both shudder as they imagine the third degree they will receive for monitoring Michael's 'empty' office.

     "Let's let day shift notice it."

     "Good idea."

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     As Nikita slips into Michael's car, she asks him, "Do you think Madeline is out to get us? These outfits are getting decidedly lethal."

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