We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of it's misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth's great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm

Any maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
Away from harm

In our vain pursuit of life for one's own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end

--Dead Can Dance, "Anywhere out of the World"

His hands sweep over me, searching, probing, finding. Yes, right there....oh yes.... His lips merging with mine, hot and fiery. Our tongues dancing, tasting, full of desire. My body screams out to him...please take me...please.

I reach for out for him. But instead I find emptiness.

"Oh shit." Nikita muttered, rubbing her eyes, trying to adjust to the low level of light. "Only a dream." She thought somberly.

But her body had reacted as if it had been real. Her heart beat rapidly and she gasped for another breath. Her cheeks felt flushed as she realized how arousing the dream had been. The moistness in her nether region was a testament to that.

Nikita pulled her pillow tight, squeezing it to her chest. It was a sad substitute for the man she desired. The man she loved. Warm thoughts of him filled her head. She wondered if he was thinking of her at this moment.

Finally, Nikita pulled herself from her lonely bed and went to find refuge in the shower. The warm water and steam lifted the hot stickiness from her skin. Thoughts of Michael still danced in her head. She doused her hair under the stream of water, hoping to wash him out of her system.

How can I focus on anything when my mind keeps returning to the image of those passionate green eyes and the feel of his tight buttocks?

A smile appeared on her face, as Nikita thought of Michael's preference of long baths with bubbles dancing over their slick bodies. Nikita giggled a bit.

Apparently focus on anything other than Michael is out of the question this morning.

~~~~

A now dry Nikita, in her white terry cloth robe, poured herself a mug of hot water from the kettle. Within a few minutes, she removed the tea bag and added some sweet honey. She managed to dribble some of its stickiness onto the countertop. After wiping away her mess, she took her mug and moved into her living room.

Nikita draped herself over the chair losing herself in her thoughts. As she sipped her hot tea, her lustful thoughts of Michael were broken by the reality of recent events resurfacing in her mind--the fact that Madeline and Operations chose to separate Michael and herself by removing her emotions and tampering with her memories. And how Michael had worked to free her soul from its hidden refuge, interfering with their plans by returning her to normal. At least Nikita hoped she was now back to "normal." Who could know for sure?

Then there were those blank spaces-unaccounted time. Something Michael avoided talking about. Nikita knew he held the answers, but was reluctant to fill in those blanks. This made Nikita weary of focusing on it too hard. What terrible things was Michael protecting her from? However, the thing that scared her the most-more so than having her mind scrambled-was the possibility of retribution against Michael.

What would Operations and Madeline do to Michael for interfering with their plans?

And what would they do if the relationship continued? Certainly it had been made clear that a relationship between them was not acceptable and would not be tolerated. If Operations and Madeline would go so far as to alter her mind, what other devious punishments would they concoct next?

This thought sent a chill up her spine. She did not fear for herself-she feared for Michael. If being together put him at risk of cancellation or something even more dreadful, then Nikita could only do only one thing.

End it.

She loved him too much-she would rather love him from afar than to allow their love to bring him harm. It would be difficult, but she'd do whatever was necessary. She just needed for Michael to understand.

~~~~~

Nikita nervously awaited Michael on Level 4. She hoped Walter had been able to relay her message. Nikita had chose to meet Michael within Section thinking it was a more controlled environment. Section's concrete walls were sterile and lacked any emotion. An appropriate setting because this wasn't about their feelings-this was about doing what had to be done-to survive in Section. Michael, of all people, should understand that. He had pushed her away so many times in the past to protect her. Waiting both in anticipation and dread, Nikita chewed at her thumbnail.

Where is he? I need to get this over with...before I lose my nerve.

Nikita inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to settle herself. She was doing the right thing. She had to believe that. It was just sickening to think she was doing practically what Madeline wanted her to do not so long ago.

A soft touch glided against her elbow moving upward to her shoulder. Her eyes opened to view the man she already knew stood before her. Michael was dressed in his customary all black. His clothes showed as little emotion as his face. But the color of his green eyes was the one indicator Nikita could interpret. She could see his concern in their stormy mixture of green and gray. Moisture crept into her somber blue eyes betraying her turmoil of emotions.

"What's wrong, Nikita?" Michael practically whispered, swallowing the first syllable of her name. His fingers caressed her face in a soothing manner. Nikita desperately avoided his eye contact. One gaze into those deep green pools and she'd never do what she intended.

"We need to end this. For both our sakes." Nikita forced the words from her mouth, almost choking on them.

"This?" Michael stroked her hair, pushing back a strand that had fallen from behind her ear.

"Us. Our relationship." The last word sounded strange. Garbled. Stuck in her throat.

"Why? What's happened?" Michael lifted her chin, his eyes trying to meet her troubled blue ones.

"Nothing. I just...I just can't go on with this in fear...in fear that at any time this could blow up in our faces. That at any time they could decide to do something...." Her voice dropped off. The wetness erupted from her eyes. "To you."

Nikita tried to turn away, but Michael held her back. Wiping the tears from her eyes as he held her face, Michael moved to kiss her. Nikita could feel his warm breath on her as his whole body moved into her space seeking her embrace. Her eyes widened as she knew what would come next. Her body longed to be wrapped in his embrace. But as his lips touched hers, Nikita desperately pulled away.

At a safe distance, she turned with tears running down her face.

"I'm doing this because I do love you." Nikita managed to blurt out before quickly leaving her lover behind.

~~~~~

Trying to keep her tear-swollen eyes hidden, Nikita crept through Section avoiding direct contact with anyone she passed. Sunglasses covered her eyes, but if one looked closely, a person could detect that those glasses were becoming steamed up as a result of the hot moisture running from her troubled blue pools. It was making it difficult for her to see. But luckily, most Section operatives avoided making personal contacts within Section and took little notice of her. It was not a wise thing to make friends or even acquaintances. Most operatives treated each other as non-entities whenever possible.

And Nikita had the additional benefit of being 'Michael's woman.' The men avoided having their glance stay on her for very long. Fear of Michael ensured that. And the women avoided her for more catty reasons.

Eventually Nikita reached Munitions. Walter looked up from the device he was tinkering with. "Hey Sugar."

But Nikita didn't return his greeting, gliding past him to the back of his arsenal. She knew he'd follow. Nikita took a seat on a crate in the back and pulled the sunglasses from her face in disgust. As she rubbed her wet eyes, Walter came to stand before her.

"Aww, Sugar. What's wrong?"

Nikita rubbed her eyes again. Black smears of eyeliner and mascara covered her fingertips. She knew she must have been a sight-looking more like a raccoon.

Walter handed her a box of Kleenex. She blew her nose a few times, then grabbed yet another tissue to wipe her eyes.

"I don't know what he sees in me. I do what I set out to do and here I am, bawling my eyes out."

"Michael, eh? The meeting between you two didn't go so well, I take it. Is this about the mission that's being profiled?"

"What mission?" Nikita's wet, swollen eyes sought answers from the older man's steely blue ones.

"Oh...you don't know? It's nothing really." Walter said trying to minimize its importance.

"Walter. Spill. I'm upset already, no sense in trying to protect me." Nikita replied anxious to know what Walter knew. For Walter to suggest it meant that it was something that could upset her.

"It's still being profiled. What I know is that the team consists of Michael and Banks."

"Banks? Just Michael and Banks?"

"Yeah...I heard it may take a few weeks, months even. But knowing Michael it'll be done in record time."

"Let me guess. Is it a husband and wife scenario or unmarried lovers? " Nikita said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Does it really matter? That's just semantics. It's a mission, Nikita."

"Cheryl Banks is a mousy thing. She's more suitable for Comm or Analysis. She's not suitable for cold ops or valentine missions. She doesn't have what it takes. What's going on, Walter?"

"Dunno, Sugar. I don't have the profile yet. Gotta admit it struck me as a bit odd. But if you're not upset about the mission, what is bothering you? Did you two have a fight?"

Nikita shook her head.

"Then what is it, Sweetness? Come on. Tell Walter. It'll make you feel better to talk about it. That's why you came here." Walter said as he pulled a crate over to sit.

"I...I ended it." Nikita whispered.

"Ended it?"

"I told him we had to end our relationship."

"Why? I know you love him and he loves you. It's much more than anyone else around here can hope for. What did he say?"

"Nothing. I didn't give him the chance. The decision is made."

"You sound determined. But don't you think he should have some say in a decision involving both of you?"

"Operations and Madeline feel threatened by our relationship. As long as they feel threatened, they feel justified in doing whatever...I dunno...whatever they want. Whatever protects their authority and power," Nikita paused. "I'm doing this to protect him."

"Protect him from what? I don't see Michael as the type that needs to be protected."

"They adjusted me. That didn't work, due in part to Michael's interference. Who knows what they'll do next? Especially to Michael. By ending the relationship, perhaps they'll be satisfied. Leave him alone."

"But you can't guarantee that--even by staying away from him. Are you sure it's the answer?"

~~~~~

Madeline placed the delicate china teacup to her lips. As she drank the warm liquid, her eyes analyzed the man seated across from her. Having just returned from a short trip to the Riviera, Paul was slightly tanned and in good spirits. His silver streaked hair shined in the lights of the morning room. It was one of the outward signs that he was aging, but like any man, Paul's attractiveness seemed to increase with age. Madeline knew that she continued to be a stunning woman, but to remain that way required some work on her part. Damn men. How was it that they looked better with no work whatsoever? The higher being that created the universe must be a man, unfortunately.

She averted her gaze. Now that their chess match with George had moved to the next level she needed to retain the act that she and Paul meant nothing to each other.

"Michael and Nikita are still a problem. With her programming compromised, they will quickly become a threat again. Especially considering the lengths we went to, Michael will want some retribution." Madeline coldly explained.

"It's a shame the programming didn't remain intact long enough to demoralize Michael. That would have been useful. Clearly the Casper project, despite its early promise, has a long way to go. Perhaps the Agency has some new techniques, new approaches. I know you were quite involved in that research during your time within the Agency. But I'm sure they have made some progress in the 15 years since--even without your expertise."

"Perhaps. We do have our man on the inside. But Nikita has a particularly strong will. And along with the fact that she and Michael have bonded more intensely than we could have ever hoped, it is understandable why the adjustment failed."

"So what is the next step? Where do we go now with this failure?" Paul queried. It was clear that as Operations, he preferred a military organization and was skeptical about the psychological approaches Madeline preferred.

An impatient fool. Paul lacks the vision to see things for their long term value. Madeline thought with some disgust.

"In terms of the Casper project, I feel Nikita isn't the best subject. I wouldn't consider the project a failure quite yet. I'm sure we can find someone more suitable."

Madeline refocused the conversation back to the topic at hand, "As for Nikita, I have other plans for her. More along the lines of why she was brought into Section in the first place. Considering Project Gemini has proven to be a failure-we had no choice but to terminate the subjects. I think we need to proceed using a different approach, a more classical approach."

"Interesting. Do you have the details worked out? "

"It's all detailed in this report." Madeline replied with a grin, as she handed Operations a panel.

~~~~~

Nikita walked through Section, heading towards the briefing area. Michael had called her in. This was surprising considering Nikita knew that his mission with Banks was scheduled to go at any time. She didn't know the details of that upcoming mission, but she figured it would be better that way. Ignorance was bliss.

As she entered the briefing area, a quietly composed Michael glanced in her direction. With barely an acknowledgement he turned his attention back to Operations. Nikita's body slid down into her chair. She was the last operative to be seated--the others were already focused on Operations. Nikita looked up at Operations' intent gaze. She felt uncomfortable by the attention she had managed to draw. With everyone in place, Operations began.

"As you'll see from your panels, Jonathan Quentin is not your run of the mill terrorist. His organization at first glance appears to be very typical of doomsday cults seen many times before. Quentin is very charismatic and quite persuasive. His followers look to him as their savior. Quite reminiscent of David Karesh, the extremist that the ATF bungled in their attempts to bring down. As you know, he was eliminated quite dramatically, but so were many innocent children and their parents, much to the public's dismay. We wish to avoid repeating history."

"Quentin has organized his group of followers in a similar way. They relinquish control of all their assets and their homes, sever ties to friends and family in order to follow Quentin, believing that he is their salvation. He in turn makes them believe that by eliminating the sinners of the world they are doing 'God's work.' They have been responsible for a series of bombings whose targets have been abortion clinics, gay bars, and even a Marilyn Manson concert, totaling over 100 deaths. The Agency fears that they are preparing to increase scale-wise, targeting hundreds instead a handful at a time."

"To infiltrate his organization, a pair of operatives will pose as a young married couple interested in joining his church. Other team members will provide support and surveillance. This has been given a high priority by the Agency. There is no room for failure on this mission." Nikita looked up to catch Operations glaring at her. "Michael will be briefing you on the particulars of this mission."

~~~~~

"What happened to Banks? I thought she was profiled for this mission? " Nikita queried as she took a seat.

"She came down with the flu. The Agency wants to push forward." Michael answered succinctly as he typed at his terminal.

"So you chose me as her replacement?"

"No, Mad'laine did."

"Madeline?" Nikita asked in disbelief. "Don't you find it a bit odd? I mean they made it clear that a relationship between us was unacceptable. In fact, forbidden. They went to a lot of trouble to separate us and now they want to send us on a mission to 'play house?' I don't get it." Nikita said displaying her skepticism.

"The mission is top priority. To both Section and the Agency. They need their best operatives in place. We need to focus on the mission."

"Fine." Nikita answered, realizing that Michael, the team leader, sat on the other side of the desk, not Michael her lover, nor Michael her friend.

The silence between them felt heavy. Nikita sat with her arms crossed swiveling the chair back and forth, watching as Michael's fingers continued to tap at the keys. Finally, Michael addressed her.

"You are replacing Banks with only several hours left until egress. She had already studied Quentin and what we know of his organization in great detail. You will need to play catch up. Knowing the smallest details about your cover is vital in this long-term scenario."

"What is the estimated time before end game?" Nikita interjected.

"It's not clear. Depends on how quickly we are accepted into the community and when Quentin appears vulnerable." Michael said as his focus shifted from his monitor to Nikita. Was that concern she noted in his tightly knit brow?

Michael continued, "Our cover is as a young couple, married only 6 months, interested in Quentin's teachings. You became interested in his church after viewing material over the internet and wish to join his 'flock.' You grew up without religion in your life, but through a friend you were introduced to Jesus Christ. After losing your parents a few years back, you began to search for meaning in your life, for spirituality."

"I, in turn, was raised in the Catholic faith. As an adult, I turned from the Church, tired of its focus on guilt and sin. I still hold my belief in God, but I tend to be skeptical of organized religion."

"There are more details on your panel. Learn them." Michael ordered.

"Sounds straightforward enough." Nikita replied. But she still sensed there was more. Michael's shoulders seemed a bit rigid, his eyes turbulent.

After a pause Michael spoke again, "Quentin's church follows the Bible in a more literal manner. Thus, he adheres to the strict belief that God wants his chosen people to populate the earth. The future of his church lies with the children of the church community. One of his church's teachings is that birth control is sinful. This mission will require us to be intimate frequently as husband and wife." He paused and looked for Nikita's response. She did her best not to reveal a response, returning his blank stare.

"Am I understanding you, Michael? Unprotected sex, no birth control, no nothing. What happens if I become pregnant?" Nikita asked pointedly. "Don't tell me that Section would expect me to...because I couldn't. No, I couldn't do that." Nikita said in disbelief.

"Section has access to other birth control drugs that can be given by injection. You will be given such an injection prior to the mission in order to prevent pregnancy. Section does not wish to incapacitate one of their operatives."

Nikita realized that she had been protesting prematurely. Michael, of all people, knew the pain associated with having a child as part of a mission. And a child could be used as leverage against either one of them in the future. No, he had no intention of allowing her to become pregnant, nor forcing her to have an abortion in the event that she did. But why did she sense that he was questioning this as well? Was it just her imagination?

Michael stood up and walked toward the window. Buttoning his jacket, Michael asked without turning toward her, "I need to know whether you can handle this mission. It will not be physically difficult. However it will be mentally and emotionally taxing. If you want out, I need to know now." With those last words he turned to face her.

"Michael, you don't normally ask if I want out. That's not usually an option. What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" Nikita's intuition was telling her something was amiss. First Madeline wants her assigned to this mission and now Michael asks if she wants out. This definitely felt wrong. All wrong.

"I've told you all I know. Mad'laine wants to see you before you stop at Medical."

~~~~~

Nikita proceeded toward her next destination. Madeline's office. She entered the cold gray interior decorated with carefully pruned bonsai and delicate orchids held in position by thin stakes and string. The plants appeared as though they were subjects for Madeline to test her White Room techniques on. The thought of Madeline psychoanalyzing her plants brought a smile to Nikita's lips.

But that smile quickly disappeared as Nikita's eyes met the cold probing eyes of the older woman.

"Thank you for coming Nikita. Please take a seat."

As Nikita slowly took her seat before Madeline's desk, Madeline began to address her.

"I know Michael has already briefed you on the upcoming mission profile. This mission will be different in nature to many that you have been on before. Over the next few months you and Michael will need to fit yourselves into Quentin's church community."

"Months? Why so long?"

"It takes time to get accepted into such a community. This is not an easy task, nor should it be taken lightly. You and Michael must be convincing in order to gain their acceptance. Once you have succeeded, the next part of the profile will begin."

"You will portray a newly married couple. This will require you to have intimate relations frequently. I anticipate this will not be a problem." Nikita felt Madeline's eyes focus intently upon her. Madeline's demeanor became more serious as she continued, "However, this does not mean that the Level One directive has been lifted. I would have preferred to use a different set of operatives, but circumstances are such that currently you and Michael are the most qualified and suited for this mission."

Nikita stared blankly at Madeline. She hated to think what was going through that calculating woman's mind. There had to be an ulterior motive. There always was.

Simple torture. Maybe.

Head games. Absolutely.

Why? Who could tell?

"I see. We can have sex when the mission profile requires it. As long as there is no personal component afterwards. How generous of Section." Nikita said dripping with sarcasm.

"Whether you like it or not Nikita, Section must look at the bigger picture. You and Michael have certain roles to fill. Focus on the mission, not your libido."

Nikita scowled a bit before catching herself. She shouldn't allow Madeline the pleasure of seeing her anger.

"Can I go now?" Nikita asked, impatient to leave.

"You are expected at Medical. There you will receive a physical along with a contraceptive injection. Because of this church's religious beliefs, overt forms of contraception are not acceptable and would jeopardize your acceptance into the community. However, we do not wish for you to become pregnant, so this is the best way to prevent that. Any other questions or concerns?"

Nikita wanted to thank Madeline for her 'concern' but instead bit her lip to hold back her sarcasm and simply replied. "No."

She had a few choice words she would have liked to say to the queen of mental and physical torture, especially since having her mind scrambled by the bitch, but Nikita knew they were best left unsaid. Besides, Nikita did not want to give Madeline any more material to add to her psych file for future use.

~~~~~~

Nikita emptied her shopping bags onto the bed. This pile of clothing was very different her own. She gravitated towards the trendy and obscure. Black and brazen. Leather and form-fitting.

The clothes before her were simple, almost matronly. Full of vibrant colors and flowering prints. Cottons and knits. Lots of dresses. It was necessary for Nikita to reinvent herself. Martha Stewart, she'd never be. But with a little luck, she'd get close.

Everything was happening so quickly. In hindsight she wouldn't have gone through the trouble of 'ending things' with Michael if she had known that within 2 days of doing so, she would be paired up with him for this type of mission. Mixed feelings prevailed. Why was Madeline pairing them up? How long would they have to put on their charade? The Armel mission was only a week long. This could take months.

Maybe Madeline wanted them to be 'out of the way.' Or could it be something else?

A knock echoed through her apartment. Nikita glanced at her monitor as she approached the door. Michael was prompt as always. Nikita smiled as she invited him in. Her eyes took in all the details of his new look. A red and blue plaid flannel shirt, well-worn jeans, that showed off his finer points well...quite well. She nervously folded her hands together, fighting the urge to stroke the soft flannel covering his well-defined chest. Nikita felt her cheeks flush and instead, quickly moved toward her pile of clothes that awaited her on the bed. She needed to stop the reaction he was causing within her and compose herself.

But it's good to know that he still has that effect on me despite everything.

"I see you went shopping." Michael called out to her as he approached.

"Yes, I needed to get into character. It is a bit of a stretch. I don't think I ever wore clothes like these. I was always more of a tomboy wearing clothes from second hand stores. And since entering Section...well...how does one become pure and chaste again?"

"I wouldn't know." A slight grin slipped through. "I'm sure you'll do fine. We're supposed to be married. That does not require you to be virginal." Michael answered almost playfully.

Nikita whipped a coy smile at him. "You know what I mean. I need to be wholesome. Apple pie. That's why Banks was selected in the first place."

"Just act natural." Michael gently took her warm delicate hand into his cool grasp. Looking into her clear blue eyes, he continued, "Don't try for the impossible Nikita. You need to be comfortable in your cover story for it to come off well. Just let it flow from within you." His fingers softly brushed the golden hair from her face

Nikita felt herself falling under the spell of those green eyes and the touch of his fingertips. How she wished to fall into his embrace and scatter the pile of clothes on her bed! Unfortunately there was a mission to be prepped and Section's watchful eye still loomed over them. Not to mention she had "ended" the relationship, though he didn't seem to be holding that against her. Or was she mistaken?

Nikita pulled away from Michael and tried regain her focus on the packing. Folding each item, she carefully placed it into her suitcase. She sensed Michael moving behind her. Nikita turned to see him investigating the contents of her remaining shopping bags. His eyes widened a bit, as he picked up a bag from Bath and Body Works. First, he pulled out a bottle of Green Apple bubble bath. Their eyes met as both remembered their previous bubble bath. Next he removed a long thin bottle that was unfamiliar to him. Nikita watched intently as he read the label.

"Massage oil." It was all he said, but the way Michael said it made Nikita feel weak.

This was definitely going to be an interesting mission.

~~~~

Michael looked over at the slender blonde woman beside him. Nikita was leaning back into the leather seat, her eyes closed, relaxing despite the many bumps the black Pathfinder found in the dusty road. Her hair fell across her shoulders with the sun shining on its golden beauty. He longed to touch the soft milky white skin of her cheek with his fingers, but he managed to hold back. She seemed so peaceful, her beauty, so alluring. Turning his attention back to the road, he tried to focus again on the mission. Breathing in her sweet scent, Michael found this to be difficult.

"Michael?"

"I thought you were sleeping," he answered, mildly surprised to see her awake.

"Fading in and out," Nikita stated sleepily. "How much further?"

"Not far."

After rubbing her eyes a bit, she turned toward Michael and asked, "Why is it that Section forbids us to have a relationship, unless it suits their needs?"

"You actually think I have that answer, Nikita?" In truth, he did have some idea. But this was not the time for such a discussion.

"Well, I guess not. But doesn't it concern you that one minute they're messing with my head in order to keep us apart and the next minute they're throwing us together intimately for the sake of a mission?"

"It does concern me. But there is nothing that can be done until I determine what motivation is behind this manipulation. Be patient Nikita--I'll deal with it. I need you to focus on this mission."

Michael looked over to see Nikita biting her lip.

What did Madeline have to gain by placing them together on this mission?

Michael had been concerned about the length of the mission from the start. He suspected that Madeline sought to have him outside of Section for a reason. Maybe to protect their power? Or even to try a second attempt at adjusting Nikita. But with the subsequent replacement of Banks with Nikita, these events really puzzled him. And concerned him.

It had only been a few short weeks since Nikita's adjustment had been shattered. Now she was being sent into a religious cult where she would be exposed to propaganda, conditioning, and other 'brainwashing' techniques. Despite his fear of a possible second attempt by Section at adjusting Nikita, he really had hoped she would have chosen to back away from this mission when he gave her the chance. Not that Madeline would have allowed for it too easily. But perhaps he should have forced the issue-made it more clear to Nikita what she was getting herself into. His uncertainty of Madeline's motivations made it impossible for him to choose between the two undesirable scenarios in such a short time period. Now all he could do is try to protect her-something he feared he would be unable to do.

Seeing her emotional distress from his last response, Michael reached over and took a hold of her left hand giving it a light squeeze. Nikita in turn threaded her fingers between his and tried to smile. But he could see she was still distressed. Perhaps not just about his last remark.

For both the success of the mission and for Nikita's safety, Michael needed her to trust him implicitly. Any doubts needed to be dealt with now.

"What's wrong Nikita?" Michael finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I want to...I mean we should...talk...about the other day," Nikita said, as began to bite her lip again. It was a nervous habit that he found endearing, but was not desirable in a Level 3 operative. It was something she needed to work on.

"It's okay, Nikita. Don't worry about it." Michael tried to reassure her.

"I need to you to understand why I chose to end things. I was worried about what they could do to you. In return for everything you did for me. I couldn't bear the thought...." Nikita closed her eyes, as if searching for the right words.

"Nikita, I do understand. But I can handle whatever they throw at me. I have survived in Section a long time. What I do need is for you to trust me. More than you ever have before. Our lives may depend on it." Michael stared intently at her. He meant every word he said.

"You're scaring me, Michael..."

"Good." Michael curtly answered before she could finish her thought.

He could tell she was a bit taken aback. But in addition to her trust, he needed her 'on her toes,' ready for anything. Because anything could happen. This was not a highly scripted profile.

"We're here." Michael stated with no obvious emotion as the black Pathfinder pulled up the long driveway.

~~~~~

Nikita stretched and yawned. She began to take notice of their surroundings. First she saw a long brick building with a white cross above the front entranceway. Just beyond it was a very large house. Nikita guessed that the main house was built in the late 1800's. A large front porch wrapped around to the one side. It had an ornate peak in the front, Victorian in style. But the color of the house was a drab green, unlike the bright colors normally seen on houses of the Victorian style.

Toward the rear of the house were several additions. These additions did not match the style of the main home. They were more modern and took away some of the charm of the original structure. This house already gave Nikita an eerie feeling. It seemed to have an identity crisis, stuck between the past and the present.

As Michael shut the engine of the Pathfinder, Nikita grabbed her handbag from the back seat. It was time for their new personas to emerge. Michael was her husband and she, his wife. They were a loving couple...the Section operatives did not outwardly exist in this reality.

~~~~~~

As Nikita approached the house, a gentleman in a plaid shirt and jeans emerged.

"Howdy folks! What brings you here?" The man said with a welcoming smile, as he took off his red baseball cap.

"I corresponded with Minister Quentin by mail recently. I had read about his teachings on the internet. Fascinated by his writings, I in turn wrote to him, curious to learn more... to get closer to God. He suggested that we come here for a Retreat. I'm Nikita. And this is my husband, Michael," Nikita said in a tone softer than her own. She didn't want to come off as too strong-willed.

"Pleased to meet you both. I'm Charles. Yes, Minister Quentin is a remarkable man with great vision. You'll learn much from him."

Nikita smiled as she eagerly shook the man's hand. She found he had a strong, but friendly grip. Michael smiled and shook the man's hand as well.

"My wife takes God and spirituality quite seriously. We both do."

The gentleman smiled at the pair. "I've been with Minister Quentin from almost the beginning. About 12 years now. One of the finest men I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Let's go inside and see if Teresa is expecting you. She handles the minister's correspondences."

Nikita eyed the country décor as they entered the large old house. Immediately inside there was a mahogany table covered with a lace doily. A charming vase of freshly cut wild flowers adorned it. Above the table hung a mirror that matched the table. Nikita breathed in the flowery scent that filled the room. A grand looking mahogany staircase climbed before them. Someone had spent some time polishing it, for the beauty of the wood shined. At the top of the staircase a painting hung a painting of a young woman. A debutante in a white bustled dress with blue trim.

Nikita felt like she had entered a whole new world. A different time. One very different from the technology-driven one she found herself trapped inside. And definitely a different from the dingy places she resided in as a child.

Down the end of corridor, Nikita caught a glimpse of a grand dining room. Old majestic mahogany dining chairs surrounded an oblong table covered with elegant white lace. Before Nikita could explore the corridor further, she and Michael were led towards the back of the home.

Their destination was Teresa's office. All correspondences were neatly stacked in a box labeled "in". A desk blotter calendar lay on the desktop with short notes written with precise penmanship. Everything appeared to have its own place on a small carousel. Paper clips of two sizes, tacks, pens, scissors, everything you'd expect to find in an office.

Teresa had stepped away from the office. Charles excused himself to look for her, leaving the pair waiting. Michael instantly began scanning the office, taking mental notes of what types of files were kept there, anything that might be of later use to them.

Nikita, on the other hand noted the few personal touches the office held. A small framed photograph of a young fair-haired boy seated before a before birthday cake. He looked to be six or seven. Perhaps Teresa's son. Also there was a spider-plant hanging in the sunny corner near the window. And a wooden cross solemnly hung on the wall over her desk. Otherwise, there was little else that personalized the office.

Nikita looked toward the door as she heard footsteps approaching. A chestnut-haired woman in a simple dress entered and greeted the pair.

"Yes, you must be Michael and Nikita. Welcome. Nikita? What an unusual name, my dear."

"My mother was always attracted to exotic and unusual things. Not sure where she picked up my name, but I like it. In school, I was always the only Nikita, while there always seemed to be lots of Jennifer's and Michele's." Nikita answered.

"Well, let me give you a quick tour. Normally I'd have you talk with Minister Quentin and he'd show you around, but the minister is away for a couple days. When he returns I'm sure he'll want to sit and talk with you folks. Give you a personal introduction and explain how things run around here. A bit of his philosophy on life. "

"After I show you a bit of the house, I'll show you to your room. That way you can get settled in before dinner," Teresa explained as she led them out of her office. The grandfather clock three times as they passed it.

"This is the sitting room. We host guests here and have small impromptu gatherings. Some folks sew, read the paper, that sort of thing. Several of the furnishings are the originals from Minister Quentin's ancestors, including the grandfather clock. This house has been passed down through the Quentin family for 5 generations. He's quite proud of it and his family legacy. They've raised horses here pretty much from the start. Though the family has always been religious, it was Minister Quentin that founded the church here."

Nikita felt the formality of the room. Ivory drapes hung around each large window. An ornate hand-carved mantle with the initial SQ hung above the darkened fireplace. More than likely this room was quite cozy in the colder months, with a crackling fire spreading its warmth. An oil painting of an important looking gentleman hung on the wall opposite the fireplace. Nikita examined it curiously.

Teresa noticed that Nikita's attention was drawn to it and began to explain, "That's Robert Quentin. He was Minister Quentin's great-great uncle. He was in the state legislature and a well-respected man of the community. And a favorite nephew of Constance Quentin, mistress of the house at the time. "

Teresa then led Michael and Nikita, towards the dining room Nikita had spied when they entered the house. "This is the formal dining room. It is used for special occasions and for hosting special guests. The table is not the original, but quite old. Constance Quentin didn't care for her predecessor's decoration of the dining room. It was too plain and utilitarian for her taste. Constance wished to demonstrate her family's stature in the community. The table holds 12 place settings. Currently the second best china is set out. It is the Minister's Grandmother's wedding set. On the most special occasions, we use Miss Constance's china. "

They continued through the house, learning of its long history along with the Quentin family tree. Finally, Teresa directed them towards what would be their room during their stay. Michael thanked Teresa and indicated that he and Nikita were going to get their belongings from the Pathfinder and retire to their room until dinner. The long trip had tired them out.

~~~~~

Having retrieved their bags, Nikita followed Michael up the small back staircase toward their room. Michael opened the door, allowing Nikita to enter first. The moderately lit bedroom held a queen-sized bed with a hand-sewn quilt in the center of the room. The blocks were lavender with white flowers sprays and white with lavender dots. Nikita liked the country décor, though she sensed the room was a bit feminine for Michael's taste.

Michael surveyed the room and went quickly to work at placing his clothing in the walk-in closet. Nikita, on the other hand, sat at one of the dormer windows taking in the view. She liked the soft cushions that the window held. They would be wonderful for sitting and reading or simply daydreaming. And it was also ideal for watching the comings and going of folks around the barn and the church building. Nikita felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

"That's a nice view of the church." Michael said, sharing Nikita's observation. His hand moved up her neck to caress her cheek seductively. Then, his fingers gently stroked her blonde hair.

Her heart beat rapidly as she felt him sit next to her, his warm musky scent invading her senses. His lips tasted her neck as his hands slid downward from her shoulders. Nikita simply closed her eyes as she felt a well-known desire burning within her. Michael was the only man that could bring such intense yearning erupting from within her in just seconds of touching her body--anywhere.

Turning to face him, her wild eyes met his intense green ones. Nikita's fingers felt the warmth of his face as she traced his features. Michael took her hand in his and pulled her up from the window seat. His lips sought hers, full of longing and desire, as his hands cupped around her buttocks. It had been too long.

Entwined in Michael's embrace, Nikita soon found herself being guided to the quilt-covered bed. Upon laying her down, his kisses became more teasing. Nikita in turn reached upward, nipping his lip with her teeth. She groaned in disappointment as he pulled away. Nikita looked up to see Michael heading towards the door.

"What's wrong?" she asked, a bit confused. "I hope you intend to finish what you've started."

"Just making sure we're not interrupted," Michael whispered as he turned the lock on the door. Nikita licked her lips as she reveled in throwing the quilt upwards, revealing the lavender sheets beneath. Cat-like, she slinked into a more inviting position on the bed, smiling seductively as her lover returned.

"I'd never leave my beautiful wife unsatisfied." Michael answered playfully, but with purpose.

This brought Nikita back to reality. The room could be bugged. She hadn't even considered that. She needed to be careful and stay in character. It was so easy to forget with Michael seducing her.

Michael sat at the foot of the bed, causing Nikita to hold a puzzled look. What is he doing down there, when I'm over here!

His warm hands reached to take a hold of her ankle. Lifting it, Michael slowly slid the shoe from her foot, tossing it to the floor with a loud clunk. His thumbs rubbed at the sole of her foot releasing much of the tension. Mmmmmm....that feels so good....

Michael reached for her other ankle. In the same way, he liberated this foot. Nikita leaned back and stretched her painted toes, as he massaged the tension and soreness away. Nikita writhed inside as Michael's lips traced her ankle. Pushing her skirt upward, he looked directly into her eyes just before beginning a path of kisses down the inside of her bare thigh.

Nikita tried to control her breathing as his lips moved upward again. She wanted to tear the clothes off him-she wanted him now. But she was trying to become more patient...more controlled like him. Trying. Goosebumps prickled her skin as Michael painstakingly slid her panties down her legs. Nikita decided the bunched up skirt needed to go as well. Along with Michael's soft flannel shirt. And a few more items of unnecessary clothing-all tossed from the bed.

Michael leaned over to cover her neck in warm passionate kisses as her fingers threaded through his thick curly hair in splendid delight. His tasting moved downward, sampling her soft hills and valleys. Reaching the desired destination, Nikita moaned as his tongue teased her more intimately. Her breathing became more labored as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. Peaking in ecstasy, she called out his name as she gripped the edge of the bed.

Michael moved upright and delicately caressed the palm of her trembling hand. The glint in his eye revealed that he was pleased with the effect he had produced in her. Michael was a consummate perfectionist, always striving to surpass his last effort. And he always did just that-it amazed Nikita.

Hoping to give him pleasure in return, Nikita guided Michael down onto the bed. Her slender fingers caressed his bare muscular arms as she straddled his body. Unbridled emotion and desire fluttered within her like a million butterflies as she felt his firm erection beneath her. With her eyes deeply intent on his, her fingers continued moving across his smooth chest. Leaning forward, Nikita in turn tasted his salty skin as she traced the ridges of his muscular build.

Flinging her untamed hair back, Nikita licked her lips. Her intense eyes gave Michael a feral look. Michael's breaths became more audible as Nikita crept down lower taking his engorged member in her hands. His eyes closed in anticipation of her mouth surrounding him. Nikita traced his shape with her tongue, bringing French expletives to his lips.

As much as she was tempted to continue, Nikita chose instead to straddle him again. Shifting a few times, Nikita moaned as their bodies united. She enjoyed the feel of his body beneath her, but was delighted as Michael deftly flipped their positions. Her body arched pulling him in closer. Nikita felt like a wild animal wanting to devour all of him at once with her hunger ablaze. Nikita quivered as Michael pushed deeper within her moist depths. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her for dear life as his pace quickened. Their bodies moved in passionate unison reaching for their climax. She reveled in having him completely to herself, knowing he was so close-not much more would push them both over the edge. Spiraling out of control, Michael breathed her name as he gripped her tightly. In turn, a stray tear fell from Nikita's eye as she crested following his release.

Nikita could hear nothing over the pounding of her heart as they lay entangled in their embrace. She didn't dare move hoping the moment would never end.

But instead the distant chime of the grandfather beckoned half past the hour of four.

~~~~~

Nikita snuggled up next to a sleeping Michael. He seemed so at peace beside her. It felt like he belonged there. Hers. But actually he belonged to Section. They had stolen his life long before Nikita had come along.

She gently placed her head against his chest, wanting to hear the beat of his heart. Did he hold her there in his heart? Did he really love her? He said those words once. But the answer was not clear to her. She knew that he was a Section operative first.

The marquis diamond ring and gold wedding band on her finger reminded her why they were there. She and Michael were posing as newlyweds-in a way, the sex was part of their cover. But the desire seemed genuine. Hers was.

Nikita rolled onto her back and stared at the vaulted ceiling.

And what were her feelings? Honestly. Did she love the man he actually is, or the one she knew he could be outside Section's control? Did she really even understand love?

He did. He loved Simone. Or so she had been told. He definitely loved Adam. His son. His blood. And he loved his sister, too.

Where did love fit into her life? She had a boyfriend here and there. Nothing real serious. No one had ever filled the void in her heart that her childhood created. It was a childhood that had lacked any tangible, consistent love. With only a mother who was controlled by her addictions and no father, Nikita lacked anything to model her concept of love. And any friends she managed to make were either scared away by Roberta's drunken tirades or left behind when Roberta decided to move on to the next city that seemed like the a great new opportunity.

Her vision of love was instead created from the many books she had read and the television programs she saw when they actually had a TV set. The ideal romance. The ideal family. It was all so bogus, but it was the only dream she ever had.

Then Section came and stole her life away. Taking away her freedom, her choice. In its darkness she sought hope. Oddly enough, she found it. Forbidden Love. Michael. The only person in her life who ever seemed interested in seeing her succeed. In seeing her grow. He was her mentor. Her superior. Now, her lover.

The void inside her heart seemed to disappear when she was with him. She felt whole again. Until reality would set in.

What future could they ever hope to have? Would love be their downfall, their Achilles heel?

Why am I even thinking about this now? I should be content with the here and now. But I'm not.

It didn't matter who she was before--she was now dead to the world. She belonged to Section, just like Michael. A pawn susceptible to Section's whims and manipulations. They would be together when it suited Section goals and apart when that served their purpose instead. It was difficult to trust a love that was open to such exploitation and pain. But it was the only piece of hope and comfort she had to hold onto.

Nikita turned to watch her beautiful lover sleeping. His eyes were closed, his soul carried away in some wonderful dream, while she struggled to sort out her unsettling thoughts and feelings. Nikita closed her eyes in dread as she heard the clock welcome the 5 o'clock hour.

~~~~~

Covered in only a white terry cloth robe, Nikita returned from the bathroom. She had been disappointed to find they only had a small shower stall. Bubble baths were out of the question. However, the hot shower felt refreshing both physically and emotionally. Nikita was uncertain what had brought on all those doubts and insecurities, but now she had chased them away. She was determined to focus on the mission.

Nikita began to towel dry her hair as she looked down at the half-asleep man on the bed. He lay there naked, with only a sheet concealing him partly. They both needed to ready themselves for dinner with the other members of the church community.

"Your turn, sleepy-head."

Michael rubbed his eyes and flashed her a boyish smile. Lifting himself from the bed, Nikita was soon caught up by his raw attractiveness. His musky scent filled her senses as he approached her. Michael's lips teased hers before he quickly pulled her close in a deep passionate kiss. The towel dropped from her hands as she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers ran through his tangled curls, as her tongue sought to meet his. His hand slipped beneath the robe cupping her breast.

Eventually, Michael pulled from their embrace. He took her hand and placed it to her lips briefly, bidding her adieu. Nikita tried to shake the wonderful, disoriented feeling that Michael left with her.

"I hope you left me some hot water." Michael called out to her.

"You'd better hurry. We're cutting this close." Nikita chided him.

As she retrieved her damp towel from the floor, Nikita reminded herself, We're on a mission. I've got to stay focused. Dinner should prove to be interesting

~~~~~

Nikita wore a pale blue summer dress with a matching knit cardigan to cover her bare arms, while Michael dressed in a buttoned shirt and slacks. Nikita wondered who would be attending dinner. Would it be a big group or just a few members?

The scent of onions and garlic wafted up the stairs. Reaching back to take Michael's hand, she carefully maneuvered down the narrow back staircase, holding the rail with her free hand.

Teresa approached them as they reached the landing. "I was just coming up to see if you folks were ready for dinner. " Teresa explained with a smile.

Nikita cheeks flushed slightly. She wondered if the woman somehow knew of their afternoon activities. When the three reached the elegant dining room, they found seven church members, all seated around the formal table.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Michael and Nikita. They're staying with us for the next two weeks to learn more about this ministry." Teresa began the introductions. Turning back to the pair, "We all hope you two will feel welcome here. Our church prides itself in its family atmosphere."

Teresa showed them to their seats. Then, she continued the introductions. First there was Teresa's husband, Earl, who appeared to be closing in on 40. Next to him was a young couple, Christy and Jacob. They had been with the church for over 3 years. Then there was Charles, whom they had met earlier, and his wife Deidre, a shy redhead. It was mentioned that she had a beautiful voice and often led the singing during services. And finally, there was Judith and Kevin. They talked about their love of horses almost as much as God and spirituality.

Dinner consisted of a roast with potatoes and carrots, tossed salad greens with a tangy vinaigrette, and homemade bread. It was quite delicious. Michael was content with one serving while Nikita couldn't refuse a second. When everyone had their fill, Teresa brought out dessert. Apple Pie. It was some of the best apple pie Nikita had ever tasted. I'm gonna gain 20 pounds if I stay here and eat like this all the time.

Eventually the group shifted to the sitting room. Michael sat down next to Nikita, putting her arm across her back. He appeared to Nikita more relaxed and open. The smile Michael wore simply lit up his face. She wished he would smile like this more often, though she understood it was best to show no emotion within Section One.

The church members began to eagerly discuss Scripture and its role in everyday life. They repeated line and verse with relative ease. Nikita listened mostly, absorbing in everyone's personality and opinion. Her knowledge of Scripture was quite limited. She believed in God and knew some prayers that the priests and sisters had taught her when she and Roberta had stayed at shelters. Including, Psalm 23.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. "

That's all she could remember. It had been a long time. Luckily, as part of her cover, it wasn't necessary to be very knowledgeable in Scripture--she had grown up with no religion and it was only recently, with the death of her parents, that she started her search for spirituality.

Michael, on the other hand, seemed very comfortable. Had he made extra preparation for this mission? Or was this knowledge from his past? Nikita decided she would have to find out more about his mysterious past. She imagined he was a complicated man long before Section found him.

Nikita began to reflect inward. She gazed at the intricate detail that the Grandfather clock held in its woodwork. The clock really had some splendid workmanship with all its tiny details. Its brass pendulum swung to and fro, keeping track of the passing time. Nikita simply adored the timepiece. As Nikita turned her head back to focus back on the conversation, it chimed deeply nine times.

~~~~~

Nikita lay beside Michael awake and in pain. The onset of cramps had disturbed the little bit of sleep she had managed to get. Apparently, the switch from her birth control pills to the contraception injection had messed up her cycle. It was a week early.

The fortunate thing was she was in a position to do something about it unlike a previous occasion. She remembered the time she and Davenport were waiting for Girard to come out his safe house. They were sitting out in the wilderness for three days. And along came Mr. Monthly. She hadn't been prepared for that. Innocently, Davenport had asked what had happened to her knit hat. Nikita really didn't want to explain that one-she had been desperate. What was a girl to do? Nikita repressed a chuckle when she thought of how she replied. She simply asked if he had any ibuprofen on him. Luckily that day she had a long coat on-the mission pants weren't very forgiving.

Ibuprofen...that's what I need right about now. If I can find where I put it.

In the silent darkness, Nikita slipped out of bed and attempted to search within her bag. Had she forgotten to pack it? She had been trying in vain to make as little noise as possible when Michael's voice broke her concentration.

"Nikita, what are you looking for?"

"I didn't mean to wake you. Just some ibuprofen." Nikita answered in a whisper.

"Try in my bag. I packed some."

Nikita opened Michael's small travel bag. Sure enough, a bottle was in there. She carefully poured two out of the container. After swallowing them down with some water, she returned to their bed. Michael held up the covers, allowing her to slide under.

"Headache?"

Nikita frowned a bit as she adjusted her nightgown before answering. "No, cramps."

She positioned herself with her back to him, after fluffing up her pillow. Michael hands reached out from behind her, sliding them under her nightgown. Placing them on her hips, his thumbs began to rub her lower back, massaging away the pain.

"How does that feel?" Michael breathed in a sultry whisper. She could feel his warm breath on her ear.

"Good...yes. That feels very good." Nikita replied. Though surprised by his action, Nikita was not about to refuse such pampering. It really did feel good.

After massaging away the pain, Michael pushed her hair aside and placed a delicate kiss on her neck. Then he simply whispered, "Sweet dreams."

It took several minutes for Nikita's heart to stop beating rapidly before she could attempt falling asleep. This had to be real. It just had to be. I'll hurt him if it's not!

~~~~~

A hint of sunlight peaked though the thin lavender curtains. Nikita rubbed her eyes sleepily and rolled over to reach for Michael. But instead she found his place empty. Her head darted up almost in a panic. Trying to focus in the early morning light, she began to look around the room. Her eyes came to a stop on the closed bathroom door.

Her face sunk down in the pillow in embarrassment. Nikita's mind had already raced to some shocking scenarios, all much more complex than the simple answer that now was apparent.

"I've been in Section way too long!" Nikita thought as she lightly shook her head.

The door made a bit of noise as Michael worked to open it. Moisture from the shower made the doorway swell causing the door to stick. Nikita had discovered that herself the previous day.

She found Michael to be a clean freak. He'd shower twice a day if circumstances allowed. Once a day was enough for Nikita-she'd even skip it if she had nowhere to go or limited time. How was it that he didn't have dry skin for all that showering?

Appearing in the doorway, he sure did look delicious with a towel hung low around his waist. His eyes looked a deep green like that of cut emeralds. Wet curls hung down around his ears. His body showed a hint of moisture, especially where his hair dripped water onto his shoulders.

Michael watched Nikita intently as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His towel peeked open just enough to attract her attention. Had he noticed where her eyes had wandered? Nikita quickly moved her focus upward meeting his inquisitive eyes.

"How are you feeling this morning? Any better?" Michael asked as his stroked her hair, pushing it away her face.

"Yeah, the massage and the ibuprofen really helped. I'll have to take a couple more at breakfast." And another massage wouldn't hurt either.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. You may want to get into the shower now. I seem to recall Teresa indicated that breakfast was served fairly early around here."

"I guess I will. I just need to drag my sorry ass out of bed." Nikita replied with a grin. She would have skipped the shower, but in her current condition she needed it.

"I wonder what activities there will be today." Nikita pondered out loud as she slipped her legs out from under the covers.

"Teresa mentioned there would be a church service around noon. Otherwise I'm not sure. It sounded like she wanted to pair us up with Christy and Jacob, so they could show us around, answer any questions. Christy seems to be close in age to you, Nikita." Michael explained as he pulled up his jeans.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough." Nikita answered just before shutting the bathroom door behind her.

~~~~~

Teresa made certain Michael and Nikita got their fill of pancakes. Most of the other church members who lived on the property had finished their meal before the pair ever came downstairs. Teresa made small talk with the two of them as she straightened up the kitchen. Before she got started on the dishes, Christy joined them and offered to give Teresa a hand.

As she wiped a dirty plate with the sudsy sponge, Christy spoke to Nikita.

"Do you mind hanging around with me for the morning? I can show you what we do on an average day here. It's not much different than anywhere else, except we live as servants to God. We focus less on the everyday stresses and more on looking within one's soul to move closer to God. To find inner peace. You can ask me any questions that may come to mind along the way. My husband Jacob should be in shortly. Michael can spend some time with him and the men-folk, while we chat. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good." Michael answered for her. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine here until Jacob returns."

Christy wiped her soap-covered hands on the dishtowel and motioned for Nikita to follow her outside. Slightly hesitant, Nikita looked back at Michael. He simply nodded in approval. Then, Nikita obediently followed Christy out of the kitchen. She was not certain what to expect, but the turn of events seemed to please Michael.

A well-worn dirt path led them to a large, lush-green vegetable garden. Leafy tomato plants were surrounded by wire fences keeping them upright. Small green tomatoes caused the plants to sag with their weight. Within a week or two, juicy red tomatoes would be ready for picking. Rows of string held the climbing bean plants just beyond the tomatoes. And next to them were big-leafed cucumber plants holding tiny gherkins.

"The members of the church care for this garden. It produces enough vegetables to keep us well fed all summer, plus whatever we can't eat, we donate to underprivileged families in town. It really is a labor of love for us. There is nothing quite as fulfilling as starting with some seeds and dirt and ending up with all this."

"This garden is quite impressive, Christy. I'm lucky if I can keep all my houseplants green. I've lived in the city most of my life so I've never had a garden. " Nikita was truly impressed by this. These folks worked together to create a wealth of food and in the process felt good about themselves. Section generally created the opposite effect.

"Jesus used gardening in several of his parables. Whether it was mustard seed or grapes...the good would flourish and grow, while the wicked would wither and die. The dead branches need to be plucked and cast away to allow the good to continue in its place."

Christy's words alluded to more than just gardening. She hinted at destroying 'evil doers.' Was it on purpose or did she not see it? Was she that indoctrinated? Would she kill in the name of removing evil? How different is that from what I do for Section?

"Why don't you help me to pull the weeds? There shouldn't be too many-it was weeded last week. I'll start over on this end and you can start by the squash. Nikita squinted to see what Christy pointed towards. What does a squash plant look like?

Christy, seeing Nikita's confusion, chuckled and instructed, "Squash look similar to cucumber plants-they just have bigger leaves. Do you see them there?"

"Gotcha. I told you I've never gardened before. I buy my veggies at the produce department in the grocery store."

Christy's face lit up as she began to speak of herself. "Me, I grew up on a farm. I know all there is to know about gardening, raising livestock, everything you need to know to run a farm. I've visited the city a couple times-but I don't care for it. City folks are always in a hurry and don't care much about their surroundings. There's always someone to clean up after them."

"Did Jacob also grow up on a farm?" Nikita asked, curious to know more about the blonde woman who had her pulling weeds.

"Sure did. We knew each other from when we were kids. Of course I never paid him any mind as a kid. It wasn't until much later."

"How long have you been married?"

"Just over five years. I was 19, almost 20. And Jacob was 22. We've changed so much since then. Our daughter is almost four now. I went from being a kid, to a wife, to a mother in just over a year. You grow up real fast when you have a kid."

"You have one daughter?"

"I have two children, actually. Our daughter, Jessica and little Jeremy. He'll be two months tomorrow. Deidre is watching after both them. Her daughter Anne and my Jess really adore each other-they're like sisters. Almost inseparable. And Jeremy sleeps a lot, so he's no problem for her at all. "

Nikita envied this woman. The same age as her, Christy had a husband and two children. She was a part of a supportive community. And she had the opportunity to build and create, rather than to simply destroy.

What if I had never walked down the alley on that fateful night? Would I have had the chance to be a wife and a mother? Could I have had the opportunity to build a life that I could be proud of? I'll never know.

Her somber thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hooves hitting the ground behind her. Nikita caught her breath as she turned to see Michael riding one of the two magnificent horses approaching them. Jacob rode the chestnut mare, while Michael sat masterfully atop the solid black stallion. His shirt was unbuttoned a bit more than when she last saw him. Both Michael and the stallion appeared to be a powerful combination.

"Brave man, trying Phantom on your first time out. He's a fine horse but he requires a strong experienced hand." Christy called out, addressing Michael.

"I have not rode in years. But I spent much of my youth on horseback, riding on my father's estate. This brings me back." Nikita detected something in Michael's voice. She sensed this was the truth. Another peek behind the mask.

Was there anything this man could not do?

~~~~~

Michael took a short glance behind him before leaning forward to urge the horse on. Nikita faced his direction, watching him depart. Though she looked content at the moment, he couldn't shake the sense of sadness he detected in her as he and Jacob had approached the garden. Michael was unable to see her eyes from the direction he had come from, but he could sense her emotion in how she held her body. Nikita was his material-he had made certain to study her in detail from the day she arrived five years prior. He knew when she was happy, sad, angry, or frustrated. But it was not as her mentor that he was concerned.

Michael hoped that her sadness had only been apparent to him. Or if Christy had detected it, that Nikita could give a reasonable explanation. So far, everything seemed to be going well. Their cover stories were accepted and now they were being recruited. It would still take some time before the next phase could be started, but they had passed the first hurdle. He would breathe much easier once this mission was completed.

"We can ride down past the lake, looping around it and still have enough time to get the horses taken care of before services." Jacob suggested. It was clear the young man was uncomfortable in Michael's presence. Jacob had tried striking up a conversation with him, but it came out very awkward. Michael's attempt at small talk fared no better. The only common thread between them was riding horses, which fortunately didn't require much talking.

Michael's eyes beheld the land before him. He took note of a wooded area on the south side of the lake. Otherwise, much of the land was covered in tall grasses with few trees. A winding footpath led from the house past the church, climbing over the knoll to reach its final destination--a small lake. The noise from waterfowl filled the air as they neared it. The men then turned their course to ride alongside the lake. Its cool blue surface was dotted with many ducks and geese. A tall bird with a long neck and pointed bill caught sight of the beasts approaching and spread its massive wingspan to take flight. The magnificent blue-gray bird lazily glided just above the water, flying to the opposite side of the lake.

Michael pushed away a few light hanging branches as he rode under a massive weeping willow that watched over the cool water. A couple of gray squirrels spied the horses and scampered up a nearby tree. As they passed some entangled overgrowth, Michael breathed in the sweet scent of honeysuckle. He remembered as a small boy, picking its flowers to taste the nectar released by pulling the its fine 'string.' His mother had taught him that trick.

"See ya back at the barn." Jacob called to Michael as they came around the other side of the lake. Jacob leaned forward and spoke to Cinnamon. The chestnut mare leaped forward, racing toward home. Michael was not about to let a silent challenge go unmet. And it was clear to Michael that Phantom shared his desire. The wind whipped through Michael's hair as Phantom's powerful legs propelled them forward with little coaxing, chasing the red mare. Michael felt spiritually connected to the horse--it was as if Phantom was an extension of his own body. Losing was not an option for either of them.

As they neared the crest of the knoll, the chestnut mare was still ahead. But Michael and Phantom, invigorated by the challenge, continued pushing, determined to overtake the young man and his mare. Hooves thudded against the grass covered ground, as the black horse moved alongside the red one. Phantom's black muzzle inched in front. He was able to overtake the mare before they passed the women still working in the garden.

Phantom's speed never let up until they reached the barn. Michael dismounted as Jacob and Cinnamon arrived. He sensed the young man was not pleased with the outcome. But Jacob acted like a good sport about it and complimented Michael on a good race.

Michael wiped the sweat from his forehead. The summer heat was beginning to set in. He needed to care for the horse before it was time for the daily church service. As Michael moved to begin brushing down the horse, Nikita approached. Her eyes were glowing with excitement.

"Wow! You really are an experienced rider. Christy and I watched as you overtook Jacob on Cinnamon. She couldn't believe that you could outride Jacob on your first time out on Phantom. But I knew Jacob didn't stand a chance if you were determined to win." Nikita said beaming with pride.

"Most of the credit belongs to Phantom. He's a fine animal with great speed and determination." Michael said as he fed the stallion a few carrots. He could see Nikita eyeing the horse with some uncertainty. "He's actually quite friendly. He likes to be scratched around his ears."

Nikita cautiously moved to pet and scratch the horse. She jumped slightly when the horse turned and shook his head. But she summoned the courage to try again.

"You've never touched a horse before?"

"I only was this close to a horse once--as a small child visiting the petting zoo. Even then I was a little frightened. It was so much bigger than me." Nikita laughed, trying to make light of her skittishness.

"He senses your fear. Relax, and he will relax too. He won't hurt you." Michael explained. "Here's a carrot. Let him take it from your hand. Just be certain to keep your hand open and flat. You don't want him to mistake your fingers for the carrot."

Nikita slowly held out the carrot on the palm of her hand. Phantom carefully slurped the carrot up causing Nikita to let out a giggle.

"Good boy. We make a good team." Michael praised the horse as he patted the animal's head. Michael held out an apple quarter as the horse's final treat for the victory. Turning to Nikita, he announced, "I'm going to head back up to the room to get cleaned up before services. You might want to clean up too."

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Nikita quickly scrubbed the soil from her hands, paying close attention in removing the dirt from under her fingernails. Michael moved in next to her and slipped his hands under the running stream. He then splashed some water on his face, rubbing the dried perspiration from it.

"Hold still," Nikita instructed as she moved to remove a small leaf from his wind tossed curls. "Got it...just a leaf."

"Probably from the trees we rode under." Michael said as he wiped his face dry. Slowly, he worked to unbutton and remove his shirt. Standing behind him, Nikita placed her arms around him. She began by softly caressing his neck, but eventually her kisses turned into light nibbles. Michael took a hold of her arms and turned himself to face her. Pushing her against the wall, his lips pressed against hers firmly. His tongue sought entry while his fingers moved over her breast. As suddenly as he started, Michael stopped.

"We need to get ready. As much as I'd like to continue, we really can't afford to be late."

Nikita was certain her disappointment showed on her face. She really hated when he was right, especially when she would have preferred to do the wrong thing. Nikita just wondered how he was managed to turn his desire on and off so abruptly.

Nikita quickly brushed her hair and tied it into a knot behind her head. She moved back into the bedroom to slip into her flowered summer dress. She needed to get some distance from him in order to refocus. The chemical effect he had on her was hard to shake or ignore. Nikita wished she had half of his self-control.

Within a few minutes Michael, entered the bedroom. He was wearing a fresh shirt and his damp hair was neatly combed. Taking a seat on the bed, he moved to slip his loafers on.

"Ready?" Michael curtly asked. Nikita simply nodded.

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Michael and Nikita joined Christy and Jacob outside the small church. Christy looked lovely in her sage green dress. Her blonde hair was held back in a handsome barrette at the top of her head. Jacob quietly stood beside her. Nikita tried to ascertain if Jacob was normally shy or whether Michael's presence had an intimidating effect on him. Perhaps it was a little of both.

Christy introduced the pair to the church members they hadn't met yet. Smiles and warm greetings were shared. Everyone made their best effort to make Michael and Nikita feel welcome.

Eventually the congregation filtered into the building, taking their seats in several rows of pews. Nikita was seated between Christy and Michael. She tried not to fidget but she found the wooden pew to be hard and uncomfortable. Michael took a hold of her hand and gave it a light squeeze. Was he sensing her unease?

In Minister Quentin's absence, Earl was conducting the service. He stood before the congregation in his dark suit. Fortunate for him, the church was cooled by a central air conditioning unit. This day was turning out to be the hottest so far in the month of June. After a few opening prayers, he began reading a passage from the Bible opened before him. Nikita found herself focusing on his words in an effort to ignore her discomfort. ******* {Proverbs 2, Revised Standard Version}

My son, if you receive my words and treasure up my commandments with you, making your ear attentive to wisdom and inclining your heart to understanding; yes, if you cry out for insight and raise your voice for understanding, if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures; then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God. For the LORD gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding; he stores up sound wisdom for the upright; he is a shield to those who walk in integrity, guarding the paths of justice and preserving the way of his saints. Then you will understand righteousness and justice and equity, every good path; for wisdom will come into your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul; discretion will watch over you; understanding will guard you; delivering you from the way of evil, from men of perverted speech, who forsake the paths of uprightness to walk in the ways of darkness, who rejoice in doing evil and delight in the perverseness of evil; men whose paths are crooked, and who are devious in their ways. You will be saved from the loose woman, from the adventuress with her smooth words, who forsakes the companion of her youth and forgets the covenant of her God; for her house sinks down to death, and her paths to the shades; none who go to her come back nor do they regain the paths of life. So you will walk in the way of good men and keep to the paths of the righteous. For the upright will inhabit the land, and men of integrity will remain in it; but the wicked will be cut off from the land, and the treacherous will be rooted out of it.