Birkoff was bored. There were no current missions on pad to prepare for and he had completed all his routine and more mundane duties earlier on.

Idle hands ARE the Devil's work he thought to himself as he mischievously activated Section's broad range frequency receiver while casually looking around.

Satisfied that no one was paying him any particular attention, Birkoff put on his Comm link and proceeded to eavesdrop on random Section conversations.

He listened intently as a few female operatives discussed how long it had been since they'd seen any action. He recognized one of the voices to be Stephanie, a pretty blue eyed brunette who had just returned from a Level 6 priority mission which had lasted almost three weeks. And that wasn't enough action for her, Birkoff thought to himself.

He continued listening as another op responded saying, "I know what you mean. If it weren't for the Anatomy Dictionary I swiped from Med Lab six months ago, I wouldn't be able to identify a man's "action" organ if it came up and introduced itself to me!"

They all laughed heartily and continued discussing the subject. Birkoff could feel himself blushing and quickly turned the dial tuning into another frequency. Bonehead, he told himself as he adjusted the frequency dial.

He was channel surfing when he picked up a low pitched buzz emanating from one of the lower levels. He fine tuned the connection, trying to pinpoint it and quickly realized someone was making an unauthorized, unsecured outgoing phone call on a very low frequency.

He adjusted the broad range to a much lower frequency level and the unsecured conversation instantly came through, clear as a bell.

"I have something for you", he heard Dr. Kehler say. Whoever he was talking to answered saying, "Yes?" but Birkoff couldn't decipher the voice. He continued listening intently as Dr. Kehler informed him that he recently performed plastic surgery on someone closely connected to Operations. Kehler continued saying no one except himself and Operations could now identify the person although he didn't know of his patient's current whereabouts.

"Thank you", the receiver of the call replied. Birkoff froze as recognition took over. "George", he whispered.

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

Birkoff realized that he'd just stumbled onto a land mine. He wondered who Kehler was referring to and how long he had been leaking intel to George. He knew what protocol called for but had no intention or desire to be the messenger delivering THIS information.

He needed to find Nikita. She would know what to do, he told himself as he quickly shut down the broad range receiver quietly wishing he never opened it to begin with.

He checked operative status and saw that Nikita was down for one more day. He would have to wait for her return before he could do anything. He was tempted to go to Walter but readily decided against it remembering the six months of cancelled downtime they both received for trying to blackmail Operations. He still shuddered when he thought of how close to abeyance he had come.

He wondered briefly how many other operatives had a direct line to George and quickly decided it was better not knowing. Any covert information he sent to Oversight had to be scrambled so its origin wasn't known. Not the best way to develop a one on one with George, thought Birkoff.

He didn't know what kind of deal Kehler had going with George but the huge risk he was taking to fulfill it told Birkoff it must be big. While he felt a certain amount of loyalty to Operations, he realized survival in Section called for certain manipulations. He had unfortunately learned THAT lesson by repeatedly being on the receiving end of the stick.

One thing he knew for sure, he was certainly no longer bored.

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

Michael and Nikita arrived back at her apartment later that evening after spending an enjoyable day together at the lake. She knew their time together was at an end but was having trouble owning up and innocently asked if he cared for something to drink.

He knew she was trying to delay the inevitable and decided to make it easier on them both. "No thank you", he softly replied taking her in his arms and kissing her tenderly on the lips. "I should go", he concluded reluctantly releasing her from his embrace.

He proceeded to the front door and turned to look at her one last time before departing. "Thank you", he said graciously and Nikita needed no further elaboration.

She graced him with a charming smile and playfully taunted him with talk of her extra day of downtime before finally allowing him to leave.

Michael exited her apartment building with a feeling of euphoria paving his way. He intended on enjoying the sensation as long as possible knowing once he entered Section, it would flee, seemingly aware that it had no place there.

The time he had spent with Nikita refreshed his soul. He had admitted to her once that he hadn't realized how much he needed her. That statement rang true still except he now knew exactly how much he needed her and reaffirmed his vow to himself to keep her safe.

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

Michael had allied himself with George knowing it was his only opportunity for entry into Intelligence One. Only there could he and Nikita truly be free to pursue their relationship without the fear of manipulation entering the picture.

He was, however, a man of honor and while he occasionally provided George with useful intel knowing it would assist in his entry, he always weighed the odds and thought out all possible scenarios before proceeding, ensuring minimal damage.

That had been the case when Nikita informed him about Stephen. He had calculated the extent Operations would go to in protecting his son.

There was no doubt in his mind when he advised George that Stephen was still alive that he would remain that way. While he knew George would try to pull the rug out from underneath Operations with this info, he also knew that enough time had remained for Section One's leader to do something about it.

Initially, that something or rather someone just happened to be in the form of Nikita. He also had no doubt that Operations would take that route. When all was said and done, Stephen was safe and he was still in good standing with George.

He decided to stop by his loft before heading into Section. He wasn't expected back until tomorrow morning, however, he wanted to check on a few things before then.

He pulled into the courtyard and proceeded upstairs to change into his customary black before heading back out.

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

Nikita enjoyed her terrace view of the iridescent moon staring down upon her as she replayed the days events in her mind. The time she and Michael shared together had been therapeutic in nature, for them both.

She prayed these type of days would continue between them realizing it was what she'd always wanted from him. Although he was by nature reserved, she saw that slowly he was opening up to the idea of them being together.

She recalled a time when she had visciously told him he could do anything; anything, that was, but be with her. She believed it to be true at the time although it seemed like a lifetime ago.

They had come far since that time, but not without much pain and suffering. Such was the way of Section, she thought to herself. She didn't want to think about how much she would sacrifice or how far she would ultimately go to be free of her Section bonds.

She had been repeatedly told THAT wasn't an option. She wanted to know, what was? That was something she hadn't asked herself, recently. What were her options. She had been imprinted since inception to Section that she had none.

Her spirit had always rebelled against that decree and it always would. However, things were slightly different now. Operations owed her and she had every intention of calling him on it.

If she couldn't have her freedom, maybe she could live a freer life somewhere else. A functional substation perhaps. Stop dreaming, Nikita, she told herself. She knew she could never leave Michael.

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

Birkoff had thrown himself into his work after his rather informative morning. He began back checking upcoming mission intel ensuring the information was from reliable sources.

He cleaned up a few databases, weeding out unnecessary programs and enhancing certain set ups. He deliberately kept himself busy hoping to pass the time away.

It was well after midnight when he saw Michael glide past him heading towards his office. He was again tempted to purge himself of the recently acquired information, feeling the weight of its knowledge crushing him.

He knew, however, he could not approach Michael for help unless it directly concerned Nikita. He had found that little else motivated him.

He was pretty sure Michael could care less about Kehler's lack of integrity and what effect it might have on Operations as his mind momentarily drifted back to Michael's blood cover mission and what it had cost him.

He realized Nikita was his only outlet. He shut down his computer and slowly proceeded to his quarters deciding a little snack before bed was just what he needed.

He grabbed his stash of oreos and mindlessly began chomping down one after the other, completely lost in thought.

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

Michael turned on his computer and bypassed his normal log on procedure opting instead for entry through the back door. He typed in a coded, numeric password and the system took him directly to a sub-directory exactly as he'd programmed.

He typed in a file name activating the program he had been running and the computer screen polled the collected data. He reviewed the results of the search and found that two unsanctioned moves had occurred during the timeframe requested.

Both moves had initiated from the Medical Department and Michael noted Dr. Kehler had signed off on the transfer papers for one. He typed a few key strokes prompting the program with new parameters and saw that Kehler had arranged for the technician who had assisted him with Stephen's plastic surgery to be transferred to another Section.

No one else's authorization was recorded on the transfer. He noted the second move had been authorized by Operations himself but was done without Oversight's knowledge, nevertheless.

He realized this data confirmed information he'd obtained from his own internal resources regarding Stephen. He reviewed it carefully and saw the transport indeed had an unconfirmed destination and drop off site.

He again typed a few key strokes quickly writing a mini program to calculate the distance between Section and the unconfirmed site using fuel consumption and travel time as variables before shutting down the computer.

He would check the results later on, then identify and locate the transferred technician. The more information he was armed with, the tighter control he would have going forward, he told himself.

He decided a quick workout would help him unwind before retiring to his quarters. He exited his office pulling the door closed behind him and immediately headed towards the gym.

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

Nikita was sleeping soundly when she felt herself being pulled back to the conscious world by the sound of her cellphone ringing. She turned her head, looking at the clock through squinted eyes and saw it was 9:45 am.

She assured herself she did still have one more day of downtime before picking up the cell. "Hello", she answered sleepily. "Hi, Nikita, Birkoff replied. I'm sorry about bothering you on your day off", he offered.

"So why are you?", she readily inquired. "Something's come up and I need your help", he quietly responded. Nikita immediately sat up, sensing Birkoff's apprehension.

"What is it?", she asked. "Can we meet for lunch later on?", he asked. "This better be good Birkoff, she warned, before finally agreeing to meet with him later.

It was a little past 1:00 p.m. when they met at a neighborhood cafe and quietly took a booth towards the back. The waitress bustled over readily taking their orders of hot chocolate and herbal tea, calling "Be right back", as she departed.

"What's going on?", Nikita promptly asked. "I believe Operations has been compromised", Birkoff stated. "How?", she asked. "I was messing around with the broad range frequency receiver", he began and Nikita shot him a disapproving look. "I know, I know", he pleaded, his hands raised in mock defense.

"Go on", she prompted. "I overheard Dr. Kehler telling George he'd recently performed plastic surgery on someone close to Operations. He said only Operations and himself could identify the person". "Did Kehler say where the person was being held?", she asked. "He was moved to an unconfirmed site", Birkoff replied. "What should we do, Nikita?", he continued.

"Forget we had this conversation Birkoff". "Forget", he repeated incredulously. "Yes. As far as I'm concerned, you never overheard anything", she replied. "What are you going to do?", he curiously inquired. "Don't worry about it and don't mention this to anyone else, O.K.", she prompted. "Alright", he finally agreed.

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

Nikita arrived back at her apartment immersed in thought. From what Birkoff has told her, she realized it had to be Stephen. Operations had gone the extra mile to ensure his son's safety and now that safety was in jeopardy.

She could just report it, but not without incident. They would want to know her source. She decided to do the reasonable thing. She would tell Michael. He knew the intricacies of Section and would, no doubt, be able to help. She just didn't know if he cared to.

She checked her watch and saw that it was almost 3:00 pm. She was due back at Section tomorrow morning and decided she would approach him first thing.

She didn't know what George would do with the information Kehler gave him but she was sure it couldn't be good for Stephen or Operations if she waited.

Damn, she thought to herself, even on my downtime, I can't escape Section. She grabbed her sneakers and headed upstairs to change into her running gear suddenly feeling closed in.

She was out the door in a flash, stopping momentarily on the street level to stretch her limbs before proceeding. She ran for hours trying to clear her mind, however intrusive thoughts of Section continually assaulted her.

She was sufficiently exhausted, mentally and physically, by the time she made it back to her apartment building. She did her cool down exercises before proceeding upstairs and promptly collasped on the livingroom sofa.

It was a little past midnight when Nikita woke to find herself still on the sofa in her running gear. She slowly removed herself from the indent her body had created and headed to her bedroom.

She quickly showered and dressed for bed knowing she needed to be well rested when she reported back to Section.

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

Michael's internal clock alerted him to the fact that it was time to get up. He had obtained his normal two hours of rest and wanted to check the results of his mini program before starting his regular duties.

He got up and entered the bathroom observing his reflection in the mirror as he passed. His thoughts readily drifted to Nikita, like they so often did in the early morning hours, and he briefly wondered what she was doing.

He laughed softly to himself realizing he knew the answer to that question. She was sleeping, of course. He had found that she was not a morning person and liked to stay in bed as long as possible.

He allowed himself the small pleasure of wishing he were there with her and quickly regretted it. He turned on the shower and adjusted the tap using only cold water, telling himself it was his own fault as he stepped into the brisk spray.

The water's temperature worked immediately, promptly returning control of his body back over to him. He had found that in light of their budding relationship, his body control was lacking. He made a mental note to work on it realizing his body could betray him at any time with just the thought of her.

It was 5:30 am when Michael exited his quarters and headed to his office. He again entered the computer system through the back door and checked the results of the mini program. Using the air transport's total fuel consumption as a base factor, the programs calculations indicated that ten hours of travel time had elapsed before descent occurred.

While his internal resources could not confirm where the transport ultimately arrived, he was advised that the direction taken had been due Southwest. Michael closed down the program and typed a few key strokes which prompted a map of the United States to appear on the screen.

He indicated the start point on the screen and injected ten hours of travel time due Southwest, adjusting slightly for longitude and latitude variances and waited while the computer deduced the transports ultimate destination.

The machine responded with a beep indicating that the calculation was complete and Michael noted that the state of Ohio, Lima to be exact, was now highlighted.

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

It was 6:15 am when Michael began checking Section's database for the transferred technician. He quickly located her noting it was Julie Rayburn.

Julie had been with Section's medical staff for many years and had patched Michael back together again many times, over the course of those years.

Michael smiled to himself remembering all the times she had fought with him when he had tried to leave Med Lab prior to complete healing. He checked his watch calculating the time difference for Section 7 in Canada before putting in the call.

"Transferring to Medical, Sir". Michael waited briefly while the call was transferred over, politely requesting to speak with Nurse Technician Rayburn once the line was answered.

"Rayburn", she answered. "Fight any defenseless patients lately?", he innocently asked. "Michael!", she greeted. "Hello, Julie", he returned. "What's up, she continued. Don't tell me you've no one to fight with over there, I happen to know better", she teased.

"I wanted to speak with you about your transfer", he stated. "Don't tell me you miss me, Michael", she again teased. "Why not?", he softly replied, purposely turning on the charm in retaliation to her teasing.

"Stop that", she playfully warned. "Can we speak later?", he asked in conclusion. "My shift is over in another hour. You can call me then", she offered, providing him with her cell phone number before disconnecting.

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

Michael passed the hour finishing up a report which was due later in the day. He typed in the last sentence and hit the send key prompting the report for submittal.

He checked his watch, noting it was 7:30 am before exiting his office and heading towards Level 4. He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and attached a small blocking device to the hand piece before dialing Julie's number.

"Hello", she answered on the third ring. "It's me, Julie, Michael announced. Can you talk?". "You tell me", she promptly replied. "This line is secure", he calmly responded. "Good. What's going on Michael?".

"Do you have any idea why you were removed from One?", he quietly asked. "Not really, she replied. I was told my assistance was needed here at Seven. But Michael, that's just not true. They have a really good medical staff here already", she concluded.

"What were you working on prior to your transfer?", he inquired. "I was helping Dr. Kehler with a mystery patient", she answered. "Can you tell me about it?, he prompted.

Julie proceeded to fill Michael in on all she knew regarding Dr. Kehler's patient informing him that she had assisted him with his patient's plastic surgery from inception and found it odd when he excused her directly before the bandages were removed.

"It was as if he didn't want me to see the end result, she continued or to even assist with the modification". "Modification", Michael repeated. "Yes, Julie returned. Kehler's patient underwent plastic surgery and memory modification, Michael. Whoever he was, he is, no longer", she adamantly concluded.

"So you have no idea what the person currently looks like?", Michael prompted. "Well, Julie began, I did manage to secure some of the original sketches of the proposed facial reconstruction, if that would help". "It would, he replied. Thank you, Julie".

"Hey, any chance you can get me back to One, Michael?". "I'll see what I can do", he sincerely responded before disconnecting.

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

Michael's thoughts were on overdrive as he proceeded back upstairs. He hadn't realized just how far Operations would go to keep Stephen safe. He understood, however, knowing he too would go to the extreme if the tables were turned.

He arrived back upstairs and casually proceeded to his office passing a few operatives in the process. It was just past 8:00 am when he entered his office and was promptly informed by Birkoff that Operations was requesting his presence.

"On my way", Michael politely replied as he buttoned his jacket and quietly proceeded to Operations perch. "Where are we with the Kobelli mission?", Operations inquired.

"It's with the profiler, now", Michael calmly responded. "I want your team out tonight, Michael. Oversight is looking for a quick turnaround on this one. Let me know the minute the profile is complete. I'll brief the team directly", he concluded.

"Of course, Michael acknowledged, politely concluding with, "Is that all?". "Yes, you can go", Operations allowed.

Michael made his way downstairs crossing Section's main corridor on his way back to his office. Through his peripheral vision, he observed Birkoff watching him and wondered briefly what was up.

He retreated to the privacy of his office and immediately began calling in his team. She answered the phone on the second ring with an informal "Yeah", sleep clearly discerning her voice.

"Josephine", Michael cooed into the receiver waiting to see if he would be graced with a verbal response or her regular disconnection acknowledgement.

He had found that he could gauge her mood somewhat depending upon which response he received. He quickly realized it was going to be a long day when the dial tone suddenly greeted him.

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

Nikita got up, begrudgingly, and headed for the shower. She told herself she should be used to his morning wake up calls by now but knew as long as his calls were Section related, she never would be.

She showered quickly and donned an all black attire, feeling it was appropriate for her mood, before heading downstairs for her usual cup of eye opener.

She was out the door within 45 minutes of his call and quietly praised herself for her endeavors. While reporting to Section, on any given day, was never an enjoyable experience, having to approach Michael with Birkoff's newest revelation made it that much more unbearable.

She squared her shoulders, however, and proceeded forward. Birkoff saw Nikita the minute she entered Section and experienced a feeling of relief with just the sight of her.

She headed toward Michael's office bypassing him in Communications but nodded in silent greeting. Birkoff returned her nod, his eyes never leaving her face.

Michael stood quietly off to the side of his office strategically shielded by the interior blinds and calmly observed Birkoff's and Nikita's silent exchange. Something was definitely going on.

He continued watching her as she headed towards his office, stealthily moving back, and quietly taking occupancy of his seat minutes before she knocked and entered.

"Can we talk?", she abruptly inquired. "I'm busy", Michael monotoned. Nikita stood her ground and peered deeply into his hazel-green eyes in silent communication.

Michael found himself lost in her eyes as his hand mechanically moved to activate the room's security scrambler. He tilted his head slightly to one side indicating she could proceed and was immediately surprised when she started pacing.

He watched her long legs do their cake walk back and forth three times before she came to stop directly in front of him. She leaned down, simultaneously placing both hands on the desks' edge to support herself and whispered, "There's a mole in Section".

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

Michael's eyes widened uncontrollably at Nikita's statement as he contemplated what she could possibly know. He glanced through the blinds towards Birkoff diligently working at his station and now understood what the unspoken communication between he and Nikita had been about.

"How do you know this?", Michael logically asked, slowly rubbing his lower lip while awaiting her reply. "I have my resources, Michael", she readily responded intently observing his telltale nervous gesture.

"So can we talk?", she continued finally straightening up and waiting for his answer. "After the mission, Michael informed her. We have a briefing in 15 minutes". "Fine", she returned observing him a minute longer before quietly turning and taking her leave.

Michael watched her exit and head toward Munitions silently wondering where this was going. He again contemplated what she and Birkoff could have possibly uncovered when he had taken particular precautions in every instance.

He abruptly ceased his train of thought realizing it was a waste of mental energy. There was nothing to be done about it now. He would have to wait until they obtained closure on the Kobelli mission and then hear her out.

He shut down his computer schooling his facial expression into its customary blank mask and slowly made his way over to the briefing room where he and his team members patiently awaited Operations latest mission instructions.

"Thomas Kobelli is an international terrorist-for-hire who, over the last six months, has successfully implemented various raids on select government think tanks kidnapping certain renowned scientists. We believe Kobelli is trying to organize a highly skilled scientific tactical team that he can auction off to the highest bidder. NSA has come up empty and we've been asked to step in. The safe return of each and every one of the kidnapped scientists is a mission priority people. Everyone else is acceptable collateral".

"Including Kobelli?", Michael inquired. "Yes. Make sure he's taken out of play", Operations stated, readily concluding with, "Your PDA's are being loaded now. Close quarter stand by is in effect. You move out in 0600 hours".

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

Michael's team took up their strategic positions and carried out the mission as profiled ensuring release of the abducted scientists. "All hostages are safe and accounted for, Sir". "Good, Michael replied. Team 2, return to the van with the hostages. Team 1, Report".

"Kobelli is dead, Michael and his guards have been restrained". "O.K., Nikita, collect your team and get out of there. Team 3, Report". "All charges are in place, Sir". "Good. Start sequencing and evacuate".

"Michael, report", Operations requested from tactical support. "We have closure, Sir. The scientists are all accounted for and Kobelli has been eliminated.". "Well done, Michael. Turn the hostages over to NSA before reporting back to Section. I'll be expecting your full debrief." "Of course", Michael replied before breaking the wireless connection and implementing Operations final orders.

It was well after 2:00 am the following day when Michael and his team arrived back at Section entering through van access. The mission had been cut and dry yet fatigue clearly defined the team's body language. The operatives made their way over to Munitions to return their weapons before slowly heading to their respective quarters.

Michael knew Nikita would be looking for him shortly and found himself apprehensive over what she had to say. He did owe Operations a full debrief and decided he could keep her at bay while he prepared the paperwork.

He was just finishing up the report when Nikita stuck her head into his office and asked if he wanted to go for coffee. Michael noticed signs of fatigue coloring her face and concern momentarily reflected in his eyes. "You should rest", he stated. Nikita shot him a menacing look confirming that her request to speak with him still stood. He looked at her wide eyed before finally stating he'd be done in 5 minutes.

"Good, she responded. I'll be waiting".

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

Michael re-read his debrief ensuring that it was indeed complete and devoid of anything for Operations to question him on. He submitted the report for Operations' review and finally closed down his computer knowing it was time to face the music.

God, he loved her and sometimes truly believed it to be his pre-destined curse. He shut down his office lights and headed out immediately spotting her with Walter in Munitions.

He watched as they engaged in their playful banter, marvelling at her appearance of innocence. An innocence he had long ago helped to twist and destroy until she was remade in the image Section had deemed necessary. He prayed whatever she had to tell him in no way hindered their entry to Intelligence One.

Nikita felt the weight of Michael's gaze upon her and quickly bid Walter good night gracing his weathered cheek with a kiss. "See ya, Sugar", he called out with a smile as she and Michael's steps joined in unison to exit Section.

They drove in silence to an all night coffee house and quickly settled themselves at a table towards the back. When the waitress retreated to place their orders, Nikita began saying, "Operations has been compromised, Michael and too much time has passed already".

"Explain", Michael requested feeling somewhat perplexed. Nikita proceeded to fill him in on her recently acquired information purposely leaving out exactly how she came to obtain it. She told Michael it had to be Stephen who Kehler had performed plastic surgery on as she herself had delivered him to Medical some weeks back at Operations request.

"Operations obviously thought surgery would keep Stephen safe", she continued. "And Kehler obviously has other plans", Michael finished. "What should we do?, she asked in conclusion. 72 hours have already lapsed, Michael".

"It's O.K., he responded. George will probably not act on the information right away. He'll file it away for use when the opportunity is right". "How can we tell an opportunity hasn't already presented itself?", she inquired. "We can't, Michael returned, but we can take steps to cover off".

"Why are you doing this Michael?. I know what Operations and Section has cost you", she concluded. "It has nothing to do with Operations or Section he softly replied staring intently into her eyes. Nikita returned his visual caress, silently communicating her appreciation and thanks.

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

Michael and Nikita parted ways shortly after leaving the coffee house with Nikita proceeding to her apartment complex and Michael heading back to Section. While he was relieved she was not on to him, she had presented him with a very jagged piece of the puzzle.

He was, fortunately, already ahead of the game for reasons personally motivated. The fact that he now knew George was aware of Stephen's situation, through Kehler, only added to his level of control. He had to contain the situation, however, before the whole thing blew up in his face.

He entered Section and headed directly for his office quietly closing the door behind him. He logged on and checked his electronic mail noting Julie had sent him a message. He downloaded the attached file, deleted the message from the system and printed out a computer generated sketch of an older man, late 40's, Michael guessed with a receding hairline. His eyes were wide set and held the look of intelligence. The jawline was set back slightly.

Michael studied the picture intensely knowing it was the closest thing he had to identifying Stephen Wolfe as he currently appeared. Julie had come through for him and he had every intention of keeping his promise to her. As he examined the reconstructed face before him, he realized what Kehler had done was quite normal.

With a minimal amount of shifting and tucking, Kehler was able to create an entirely different look. Contacting George for his own personal gain was also quite normal although Michael disliked Kehler's disregard for the innocent lives involved. He made a mental note that when things were back to abnormal around here, he would get Julie back to One.

Michael knew the first step to cover off was in getting Stephen off the streets of Ohio. While many options were available to him, he chose the least painful course of action one could hope for within Section.

He used the fact that Operations was off site for the day to his advantage and contacted an old comrade located in Cleveland's sub-station B. "Michael Samuelle!, Ray Johnson playfully taunted. To what do I owe this honor?"

Michael smiled in spite of himself as he returned Ray's greeting then quickly advised him that he required his assistance. "You know I owe you, Michael. Just name it and it's yours", he readily replied. "I need someone set up", Michael stated.

"In MY jurisdiction?", he asked incredulously. "Yes", Michael replied. "O.K., Ray continued. In what mode?". "Witness Protection, Michael responded. I need him off the streets but he's not hostile". "Fine, Ray replied. We'll arrange for him to witness a bogus hit and offer him protection for supposedly turning states evidence". "Excellent", Michael returned.

"What can you give me on the target, Michael?" "I'm sending over a composite facial sketch along with information on physical characteristics and his current location. His current alias is unknown to me, however".

"O.K., Michael. You leave it to me. I'll be in contact when it's done", Ray stated in conclusion.

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

George sat comfortably in his overstuffed recliner casually sipping brandy and enjoying the warmth of the fire. He allowed his thoughts to drift back to better times when he had enjoyed these small comforts with her. His Adrian. That time was too long ago and too short lived, he wearily thought to himself.

You win some, you lose some but you never stop playing the game. He realized he had underestimated Paul. When Michael advised him that Stephen was still alive, he had quickly contacted his resources and found out that not only was he still alive but Stephen was allegedly involved in some deadly terrorist dealings pertaining to Christopher Martelli.

He had purposely tagged the Martelli mission as a high level priority and ordered a quick turnaround hoping to upset Paul's world when he realized, hopefully too late, that the liaison his operatives had taken out was actually his already presumed dead son.

He was beginning to wonder exactly who Operations had connections to. In thinking back, he realized Paul must have found out his son was alive and involved with Martelli as he skillfully maneuvered the whole mission to work to his advantage providing Oversight with complete closure.

The mission debrief had detailed that charges were set to contain the entire compound thereby bypassing target DNA identity verification. It was the oldest trick in the book and at that point, he had no doubt Paul had managed to spare the life of his son.

Still, he had several pairs of eyes in Section which he found quite beneficial in his managerial capacity. A recent phone call from Dr. Brian Kehler now confirmed that Paul's son was indeed still breathing albeit under a different guise.

Paul had made some hard decisions recently which, unfortunately, clashed with the needs of some powerful people. George had been approached and asked to keep a tighter chain on his hound while casually being reminded that he owed people. He needed something to keep Paul in line and when Kehler called with the newest information regarding Stephen Wolfe, he knew he had it.

He had Kehler actively working on trying to locate Stephen and once he did, Paul would have no choice but to comply.

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

Michael was working on team evaluations when his cellphone rang interrupting his train of thought. "Yes", he answered. "It's done", Ray stated.

"How did it go", Michael asked. "Your guy tried to stop the hit for God's sake. Got damn good samaritan. We had to knock him unconscious after we were sure he got a good look at our bogus assassin. For an older man, he sure is physically fit, Johnson commented. How long do you want me to hold him, Michael?".

"I'll let you know, he replied in conclusion. Thank you". "Anytime, Slick", Ray replied before promptly disconnecting.

Nikita had just finished Level 1 combat training with a new recruit and was heading to the showers when she spotted Michael in his office. "Do you have a minute?", she casually inquired. He looked up at her in acknowledgement and she stepped into the office slowly closing the door behind her.

Michael's eyes took the opportunity to explore the damp patch of material clinging provocatively to her full bottom and immediately felt his body respond. Merde, he thought to himself, closing his eyes and desperately willing the return of his body control.

"Michael, are you O.K.?, Nikita curiously asked. "Yes", he lied opening his eyes and focusing on a spot just beyond her shoulder. "Are we O.K.", she asked in general. Michael observed her momentarily before responding with, "Everything's fine".

She returned his gaze, looking deeply into his eyes, and silently reiterated her question. "Really, he assured her, everything is covered off". She smiled tentatively at his words whispering a small thanks and departed.

Michael watched her leave, his eyes eagerly following her every move until she was no longer in his line of sight. He exhaled and mentally chastised himself. Keeping his body control in check while in her presence was beginning to be an ongoing exercise.

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

"I've located him, Dr. Kehler advised George. He's been moved to Ohio". "Where exactly", George inquired. "A small town called Lima, I'm told". "How accurate is this information?", George pressed. "The intel is two weeks old but I can guarantee its accuracy with my life", he returned.

"You may well have to", George candidly advised him. Brian Kehler swallowed hard and pushed forward. "Sir". "Yes", George returned. "Do you think Oversight will honor my request to oversee the new experimental facilities I've proposed?".

"The ideology of experimenting on new recruits to enhance our resources is something that would need to be investigated in depth before proceeding, however I'm sure should Oversight decide to proceed, you would be the most obvious choice to implement the program", George deliberately stroked.

"Thank you, Sir, Kehler replied. I'll be in touch if anything else arises". "Excellent", George concluded before severing the connection. He immediately put a call into one of the major players of the council to advise him that the tables had just turned. He assured him Paul would now march to the beat of their drum and that the council could proceed.

He then called in his personal team and told them to bring in his bargining chip.

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

Operations reviewed his long term itinerary mentally making note of the numerous missions with overlapping deadlines. He would have to beef up recruitment or face working with a shortage of operatives once the schedule got underway.

Staying ahead of Section's operations was increasingly difficult these days. There was always something going on, always something working against you, he wearily thought. He had maintained neutral positioning for a long as possible however the time had come when favors, from people who had raised him to his current status, were being called in.

He had been obligated to side with them on certain political issues violently casting himself out of his neutral safety net. He had made more enemies than he cared to count with this last decision but there was nothing they could do to him directly.

His thoughts momentarily drifted to his son and the unethical procedures he had put him through to ensure his safety. The price had been high however, given his current standing, definitely worth it.

He checked the itinerary again before paging Birkoff in Comm. "Yes Sir", Birkoff responded. "Where's Madeline?", Operations barked. "She's with a detainee in interrogation, he readily replied. Do you want me to interrupt?". "No, that won't be necessary, he calmly returned. Ask her to come and see me when she's through". "Yes, Sir", Birkoff acknowledged before returning to his numerous duties.

Madeline quietly ascended the stairs to Operations' perch content with the amount of intel she had extracted from her detainee. The information obtained was instrumental in a current mission where contingency plans were called for.

Now that the team's PDAs had been updated with the new intel, she felt confident they would obtain mission closure. She entered Operations office and softly stated, "You wanted to see me". "Yes, he replied. Take a look at this". "It would seem that Oversight is trying to make things more difficult for us", she flatly commented. "Exactly, Operations agreed. We're going to have to pick up speed on our recruitment efforts to accommodate this type of scheduling. I want you on it personally", he concluded.

"Of course", Madeline returned making no move to depart. "Is there something else?", Operations prompted. "Actually, I was wondering why you want me on this personally when Dr. Kehler is already involved", she casually stated. "Already involved", he repeated curiously.

"Yes, she slyly returned. Wasn't Dr. Kehler's proposition to Oversight regarding new recruitment ideology done under your authorization?".

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

"This is Tyler reporting in, Sir". "Status", George calmly inquired. "Code Blue, Sir". "C-Code Blue, George stammered. Explain". "We arrived onsite and found the target had already been evacuated from the dwelling".

"Did you implement follow up procedures to obtain target's new location?", George anxiously inquired. "Yes we did Sir, but.....". "Spit it out Tyler, George barked, but what?" "All roads lead to a dead end. It's as if he never existed, at least not in Ohio. I believe the intel was faulty from the start. Your orders, Sir?"

"Return to base", George replied, closing down his cellphone. He could still hear Kehler's words ringing in his ear and definitely intended on taking him up on his guarantee. He had already committed himself to the council and could not afford any punishment they might invoke if he failed to keep Paul in line.

If Kehler couldn't produce Stephen Wolfe, he would pay for it with his life. That, however, did not change the fact that he still needed a bargining chip and he needed it fast.

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

Madeline watched as the color drained from Paul's face. She had expected her statement to catch him off guard believing he was again keeping her in the dark regarding Kehler's new recruitment ideas, however, she hadn't expected this reaction.

"What is it, Paul?", she asked in concern. "When did Kehler communicate with Oversight?", he asked. "You weren't aware?, she asked incredulously. Operations remained silent.

Something was definitely wrong, however Operations made no attempt to tell her what it was. She endured his silence for another minute before inhaling deeply and slowly proceeded to fill him in.

Operations listened intently as Madeline informed him that, during a phone conversation with Oversight approximately four days ago, Kehler had inquired about his proposed experimentation techniques that he desired to impose upon new recruits to enhance Section's capabilities.

She went on to explain that she obtained the information while reviewing the regular surveillance tapes of the high risk areas within Section of which the Medical Department was one. Kehler had made the call to Oversight from his office.

Standard procedure requires that the Head of Medical provide Oversight with regular reports as to the mental and physical being of Sections' Senior Management as well as any random operative they may deem unfit. She, therefore, had no right to question Kehler regarding his contact with Oversight.

Operations turned away from her staring out the glass pane window at his operatives working below. In a trancelike state, he monotoned, "What else?".

"Nothing more than Kehler advising George that he had located someone in Ohio", she concluded. She watched him carefully as he exhaled the breath he had been holding and his eyes turned to blue ice chips. "Thank you", he curtly offered, effectively dismissing her.

Madeline observed him momentarily before turning gracefully and taking her leave. She proceeded to her office immersed in thought. What the hell what going on around here. She really disliked being kept in the dark and decided if Paul wasn't talking, she would find someone who was.

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

Operations glanced at his watch quickly calculating the time difference and dialed. "Desman & Associates", a perky receptionist promptly answered. "Benjamin Goldstein's office, please". "Hold on", she returned. He waited. "Thanks for holding, Sir. I'm sorry but we don't have anyone by that name here", she advised. "Are you sure?", Operations queried. "I checked my system, Sir and found no listing for that name in this office. Would you like me to check our global directory?", she offered. "Please", he responded.

He again waited, listening intently as she keyed in a few strokes trying to locate his party. "I'm sorry, Sir but there is no one by the name of Ben Goldstein in our employ", she concluded. "Thank you", he solemnly replied.

He dialed out again connecting with Lima's telephone directory assistance and asked for the number of their local newspaper. When he had obtained the correct telephone number, he again dialed out.

"Good morning, Lima Daily News". "Good morning, he politely replied. Your Obituary Department, please". "Transferring". "Obituaries", a gravely voiced man answered.

"Do you have an obituary listing for Mr. Benjamin Goldstein of Lima, Ohio", he cautiously inquired. "When did Mr. Goldstein expire", the gravely voice questioned. "It would have been within the last week", Operations returned. "Hold on while I check my files", he responded.

"Hello, Sir?". "Yes", Operations answered. "I have no record of an obituary listing for Benjamin Goldstein. I checked my files from month start to end". "Thank you", he offered before disconnecting.

He checked with directory assistance requesting two additonal numbers before dialing out again. He efforts, however, produced no results. Operations' mind was in a whirl. Stephen wasn't listed as dead, in the hospital or morgue but he wasn't where he was supposed to be either.

No listing of anyone by that name, he repeated to himself. He had created the new identity with the proper background cover and placed Stephen in that corporation himself. It reeked of Section; the fact that his son had just disappeared. He was going to kill Kehler personally once he found out exactly what was going on.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Madeline made her way down to Med Lab with purpose in her stride. She had a guest to tend to in the interrogation chamber but needed something from Dr. Kehler first. "Is the Doctor in?", she politely asked with a smile. The attending technician looked up from the X-ray she was handling and promptly informed her that Dr. Kehler had just arrived and was in his office.

"Thank you", Madeline replied proceeding down the hall and punching in the access code for entry into Med Lab's secured areas. "Good morning, Dr. Kehler", she pleasantly greeted as she rounded the corner to his office.

"Good morning, Madeline, he returned. How can I help you?". "I need 20 cc's of Sodium Pentathol", she readily responded. "Of course", Kehler offered reaching for his keys and making his way over to the medical cabinet.

She waited while he unlocked the cabinet and efficiently filled a syringe with the requested amount of Sodium Pentathol, gingerly snapping a fitted plastic cover over the hypodermic needle. "Here you are, although I wouldn't use all of this on your detainee at one time", he offered in conclusion.

"Thank you", she graciously replied, taking the truth serum as Dr. Kehler relocked the medical cabinet. Madeline unsnapped the plastic cover and quietly approached him from behind. Dr. Kehler's eyes widened uncontrollably as the hypo skillfully entered his jugular and rapidly entered his bloodstream.

His facial appearance quickly took on that of a zombie informing Madeline that the serum was working. She took hold of his arms, guiding him to his chair and gently sat him down while waiting for the serum to take complete effect.

"What is your name?", she began. "Brian James Kehler", he dronned. "Who do you work for?", she continued. "Section One", he again dronned. "Your function here?", she prompted. "Head of Medical, Chief Attending Physician", he replied.

Satisfied with the serum's effect, Madeline's next question was direct and to the point. "Who exactly did you locate in Ohio?". "Stephen Wolfe", Kehler readily informed her. Now we're getting somewhere, Madeline thought to herself. She immediately recalled Operation's words of thanks to her for putting his mind at ease when they had ultimately obtained closure on the Martelli mission.

"What is Stephen doing in Ohio?", she prompted. "Operations placed him there after I performed plastic surgery and memory modification", Kehler graciously offered. She was pleased Paul had been able to save the life of his allegedly dead son with the intel she derived from Martelli's personal aide. Now it would appear that Stephen's life was again in jeopardy in spite of all his efforts.

"Why did you disclose this information to Oversight?", she queried. "Standing arrangement with George to supply compromising intel on Operations in return for experimental facilities", he dronned.

Madeline really liked this drug. She thought of all the fun she could have if her cold ops were not required to build up a tolerance to it in their early training stage. Still it worked wonders on the regular staff and many visiting detainees, therefore serving its purpose.

"DR. KEHLER", Madeline called, trying to catch his attention as he intently examined the palm of his left hand in child like amazement. He slowly acknowledged his name, finally turning his head and looking up at her. Madeline smiled at him then charmingly asked for all his passwords and medical files associated with Stephen Wolfe and his new identity.

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

Madeline exited Med Lab leaving instructions with the technician that Dr. Kehler was not to be disturbed for the next two hours, at which time she believed the effects of the drug would have worn off. Kehler would snap out of it possessing a dull headache but remembering none of the questioning he had been subjected to.

She had accessed and reviewed Kehler's files on Stephen in detail and had obtained enough information pertaining to his new identity to implement a search program which ultimately failed to locate him in Ohio or anywhere else. Madeline hated to admit it, but it appeared George had finally obtained the upper hand on Paul.

She wanted to offer her help but, under the circumstances, wasn't sure how to go about it. Paul obviously did not wish to involve her or he wouldn't have dismissed her so readily.

The fact the George needed compromising intel on Operations told her Oversight was losing their control over him. George obviously needed Stephen to keep Paul in line.

She made her way to the interrogation chamber and efficiently attended to the detainee who had so patiently waited for her attentions. When she had extracted the necessary intel, she quietly instructed her security guards to escort him to disposal.

Madeline's thoughts immediately returned to Paul and Stephen as she made her way back to her office. She couldn't quite place it, however, something was off.

Kehler had informed George about Stephen's whereabouts almost a week ago. She suddenly realized, although Stephen wasn't where he was supposed to be, it didn't necessarily mean George had him either. If he did, why hadn't he called in his ace.

Maybe he was waiting for Paul to make the first move and if he didn't appreciate the steps Paul took, Stephen would be used against him. That was one possibility. It was also possible that George didn't have Stephen at all. She knew Paul had made decisions recently which put George directly under pressure. If he had Stephen, why hadn't he told Operations that he should reconsider his vote?

The more she thought about it, the more she believed there were other players in the game.

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

Operations sat pensively in his office. He didn't understand why George hadn't contacted him yet. Given the situation, he fully expected Oversight to start yanking his puppet strings at any moment. While he eagerly wanted to eliminate Kehler for his betrayal, he knew he would have to wait.

He was completely obligated to stand by his politically motivated supporters and knew he would not be able to fold so easily should George make a stronghold request. The realization that he might actually have to sacrifice his son hit him like a tidal wave.

He knew he needed leverage although he didn't know where or how to obtain it. He felt as if his hands were tied and truly disliked the feeling. What was the benefit of having power if you couldn't even protect your family, he wearily thought.

Madeline watched him from below, shadowing the concern she felt for him. She quickly made her decision and proceeded upstairs for the Mexican stand off, she knew would follow.

"Is everything O.K.?", she prompted. "Yes", he curtly replied. "Please don't lie to me, Paul", she readily responded. Operations stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "I know what's going on, she admitted. Please let me help you".

"I don't need help", he lied. "I disagree", she deadpanned. They both stood their ground, neither speaking nor moving. Obstinate ass, Madeline thought to herself. Intrusive shrew, Paul thought to himself. And still they stood, facing off.

"This is ridiculous", he finally stated. "I totally agree, Madeline offered. So why fight me on it?". He knew she was right. He did need her help and was going to have to put his pride aside for once. Madeline observed him intently, clearly witnessing his internal battle.

"How much do you know?", he suddenly asked. "I know it was Stephen who Kehler located in Ohio and now he's disappeared", she answered. "I believe George has him", Operations admitted. "Maybe not", she quietly offered invoking a small sliver of hope within him.

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

"He's unavailable, Sir". "Thank you, Maurice", George responded before hanging up. He had been trying to contact Dr. Kehler for the last hour without success and was extremely agitated.

He wanted an explanation, however his irritation suddenly got the better of him. He snatched the telephone receiver and placed the call. "Let me know when it's done", he concluded before disconnecting.

He leaned forward in his seat and slowly began massaging his temples. He was in a tight spot and his tension had embedded itself in every muscle of his body.

Every avenue he had pursued, in search of compromising Paul, had turned into a dead end. He realized he had only one option left to him. He needed to take out a contract.

If he had Paul's recently appointed official taken out, his immediate successor would take office. With this scenario, all parties would return to square one as the succeeding candidate was renowned to be neutral. He had nothing to gain by siding with either party.

This option was the best he could currently hope for to avoid the council's punitive measures. He would use a contractor from out of town. He could not afford to have the hit traced back to him and knew exactly who to call.

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

"Where do you think he is?", Operations queried. Madeline observed him momentarily before answering with, "I don't have that answer yet, however, if he was being detained by George, wouldn't you have heard about it by now?".

Operations realized she was right. He himself had been waiting for a phone call that never came. His patience took its toll and he called down to Comm. "Yes Sir?", Birkoff responded. "Have security escort Dr. Kehler to my office, NOW!", Operations barked.

"Yes Sir!", Birkoff returned knowing that the shit was about to hit the fan. He called security and instructed them to report to Medical to carry out Ops orders.

"Birkoff?". "I'm here, Peters. What is it?". "Kehler is dead", he flatly stated. "Dead", Birkoff repeated. "Yes, Peters continued. The Lab technician as well and it looks like an inside job. What are your instructions?".

"Call Housekeeping. I'll advise Operations", he concluded. He rose from his seat hesitantly and glanced up at Madeline and Operations deep in conversation. He hated delivering unexpected or bad news although he had long ago anticipated Dr. Kehler's death.

He approached the top stairs and inhaled deeply. "Sir". "What is it Birkoff?", Operations curtly responded. "Dr. Kehler and the Lab technician are dead!". "What!". Operations head snapped towards Madeline in search of an explanation. "I didn't order his elimination, he barked. Who is responsible for this?".

Madeline stood her ground knowing she left Kehler in a drugged state but very much alive. "I'm as much at a loss about it as you, Paul", she finally offered looking towards Birkoff. "Please ask Michael to join us she instructed politely concluding with, thank you, Mr. Birkoff". Birkoff observed them both momentarily before quietly leaving to carry out her orders.

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

Michael straightened his jacket and slowly proceeded to Operation's perch. He knew what was going on and had patiently waited and observed as the entire scenario had unfolded.

Birkoff had informed him of Dr. Kehler's death and now he was being summoned which meant he would have a hand in how the scenario played out.

"You wanted to see me", Michael quietly acknowledged, addressing them both. "Dr. Kehler and his lab technician are dead", Operations stated. "How?", Michael replied. "It was an inside job, Madeline stated concluding with, we seem to have a small internal security problem".

"What are your orders?", Michael offered. "Find out who internally carried out the hit and dispose of them, Operations instructed. Michael turned gracefully and immediately left to carry out his instructions.

"How could this have happened?", Operations queried. "I believe the fact that it did happen is definitely to our advantage", Madeline stated. "Explain". "It strengthens my theory that George does not have your son, Paul. I believe George had Dr. Kehler eliminated for providing him with faulty intel. It all seems to fit", she concluded.

"If that's true, he'll definitely try to make another move against me and I still don't know where Stephen is", he concluded.

Michael quickly proceeded to Medical to obtain his evidence. He was, by far, ahead of the game. He knew George would arrange to have Kehler punished for his incompetence in handing over Stephen and he knew the hit would be internal.

The operative would, of course, shut down all the known audio and video mechanisms in Medical before proceeding. He reached for the keys to the medical cabinet and upon opening it, withdrew the miniature surveillance camera he had planted the day Nikita informed him of Kehler's breach.

He quietly proceeded to a secluded office in Systems and sat down to view the video tape. He watched as the tape played out noting Madeline had payed Dr. Kehler a very interesting visit.

He continued watching as the operative Reynolds, who would now become his fall guy, carried out the hit on Kehler and his technician following up with a phone call to George.

Michael removed the videotape and proceeded to his office to locate Reynolds. He checked his computer for operative status and found he was scheduled for new recruit training.

He quickly revised the training schedule reassigning another operative to cover Reynold's self defense class. "Birkoff". "Yeah, Michael?". "Ask Reynolds to meet me in White Room B-4". "Are you sure you want to use B-4, Michael?. The monitoring equipment is down in that room". "Yes, I'm sure", he responded before disconnecting.

Michael waited patiently in the White Room for Reynolds to show up. When the chamber door next opened, Reynolds entered and promptly asked where their detainee was.

"He's here", Michael deadpanned silently producing his gun and efficiently carrying out Operations orders.

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

Michael exited the interrogation chamber and immediately headed back to the secluded office in Systems. He knew he would have to work fast as he re-routed his link and accessed Dr. Kehler's medical files on Stephen silently thanking Madeline for her unknown assistance with the passwords.

He downloaded Stephen's medical records, past and present, along with any other files pertaining to his new identity onto Reynolds personal database. He then added a few details of his own which would clearly show that Reynolds had been playing both sides, intercepting Stephen in Ohio and blackmailing Kehler with the threat of going public to Operations and Oversight.

Michael followed through placing a phone call to Ray Johnson advising him it was time to release Stephen Wolfe. "Where do you want him placed, Michael?", Ray inquired. "Akron or Cleveland. Doesn't matter. Set him up completely and feed him a plausible scenario regarding his release from Witness Protection and turn him loose", he concluded. "You got it, Slick".

"Ray". "Yes, Michael?". "Thank you. Now I owe you", he gently acknowledged. "No, Michael. Now we're even. Take care of yourself", he offered before disconnecting.

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

Michael checked his watch and noted it was just after 7:00 am as he entered Section the following morning. He looked up and saw that Operations was already in his office completely engrossed in whatever task he was performing. He proceeded to his office to obtain the disc which would incriminate Reynolds and continued on to Operations perch.

"I'm busy, Michael. What is it?", he snapped. "I've taken care of our internal security problem and thought you should see this", he offered, graciously handing over the disc. "Our internal security problem is resolved?", Operations suspiciously asked.

"Yes", Michael deadpanned as Operations inserted and reviewed the data on the disc. Michael watched him intently as he absorbed the information and its implications. He could readily see the change in Operations facial features as he learned Reynolds had intercepted his son to blackmail Kehler before Oversight could get him. He had locked him down in another part of Ohio, wiping out all evidence of his existence in Lima.

He had obviously been playing both George and Kehler, and no doubt many others in order to achieve his goals. "How did you learn Reynolds was the hitter?", Operations asked.

"I reviewed the daily reports and tracked the movements of all operatives scheduled to be on site the day Kehler was eliminated. I discovered a time lapse discrepancy in Reynolds last report and upon further investigation found that he was seen in the area of Med Lab when he was scheduled to be off site", Michael fabricated.

"Thank you, Michael. Excellent work", Operations commented. Michael nodded his head in silent acknowlegement before casually informing Operations that they needed to replace Dr. Kehler and his lab technician as soon as possible. He went on to say that they were working with a doctor on loan from Section 5 who needed to return soon.

"Work it out and let me know when the new staff is in place", Operations instructed him. "Of course", Michael politely offered before turning and taking his leave.

He proceeded directly to his office and placed a phone call to Section 7 in Canada. "Julie?". "Hey, Michael. What's going?", she cheerily inquired. "You", Michael replied. "No, Julie beamed. Don't tell me you did it". "O.K., I won't Michael teased but I will tell you that you're scheduled to report to Section One's Med Lab at 5:00 am prompt in 72 hours", he concluded. "Michael, your'e the best", she decreed. "Remember that the next time I'm in Med Lab lock down", he softly laughed before finally disconnecting.

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

Operations clicked off the computer monitor satisfied with the initial intel provided for the latest mission when his thoughts involuntarily drifted to Stephen. He had followed up on the information Michael had obtained from Reynolds personal files and re-established his indirect link to his son.

He had checked on his status and was satisfied to find that Stephen was in good health. Although George was unsuccessful in his attempt to control him through his son, he realized the problem still existed from George's point of view.

He entered his breakfast room through the hidden door panel connecting his office and joined Madeline who sat casually enjoying her coffee and croissant while reviewing case files. "Have the numbers come in from Spain?", he casually inquired while taking a sip of his black coffee.

"We expect them shortly, she readily replied. Mr. Birkoff will let me know when they're in", She continued saying, "I've implemented random security checks on all operatives Level 2 and above in light of Mr. Reynolds extracurricular activities. We need tighter internal controls", she concluded.

"I thoroughly agree", Operations offered. "He has to know by now that Reynolds is dead, Madeline stated. What do you think he'll do?". Operations' response was interrupted by a phone call coming through on his private line. He glanced at his watch curiously before finally answering the ring.

"Yes, Hello!". "Paul, come to the Founders Circle right away. The Elders have called for an emergency contingency meeting". "What's going on?", Operations eagerly inquired. "They found Beauregard's body floating in La Siene this morning", his caller immediately informed him before disconnecting.

"What is it Paul?", Madeline asked. "The answer to your question, my dear. It seems George has unceremoniously removed my party's official from the game which puts everyone back to square one", he readily offered before promptly taking his leave.

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

Nikita sat quietly at a table close to the restaurant's entrance and patiently waited. It had been more than a week since she'd seen him outside the confines of Section and she found the separation had taken its toll on her.

She mentally chastised herself knowing it was her own fault. She was the one who had dropped the Kehler bomb in his lap and left him to his own devices for resolution. He still amazed her with his ability to handle whatever problem she threw at him while simultaneously dealing with his numerous Section duties.

Birkoff had discreetly advised her that Dr. Kehler had been eliminated and things were again back to normal. He had informed her that even Operations seemed content with the overall scheme of things. He had ended his conversation thanking her gratefully for her assistance. HER assistance, she guiltily thought to herself.

Michael was the one who had taken all the risks and he had taken them all for her. She wanted to make it up to him and thinking back she realized she had the power to do so within her hands.

She was sipping her Merlot when she spotted him turning the street corner. He immediately noticed her and slowly began approaching the restaurant's entrance, never breaking eye contact. "Hello, Ni-ki-ta, he cooed. May I sit down?".

"Please", she readily replied quietly asking if he cared to join her for a drink. He observed that her wine glass was almost empty and immediately called for the waiter to bring her a refill along with a glass for himself.

"I wanted to thank you but somehow the words seem so insignificant that I feel foolish saying them". "Why?", he coaxed. "I don't know. I just think actions speak much louder than words, Michael". He smiled provocatively, in acknowledgement to her statement, and took another sip of his Merlot watching her intently over the rim of the glass.

"Do you think we could go back to the lake tomorrow?", she innocently asked. "I would love to but I'm not scheduled for downtime anytime soon", he explained. "Yes you are", she corrected.

Her statement clearly caught him off guard which caused her to smile mischieviously. "Ni-ki-ta, what have you done?", Michael cautiously inquired.

"Operations owed me this one, Michael. I just called it in, she proudly admitted. You deserve some downtime and it was within my power to do so and please don't tell me that I'm being frivolous. I know there are other things I could have called this one in for but.....".

Nikita suddenly found it difficult to complete her sentence as Michael's lips tenderly silenced her ramblings with some very significant action of his own.

THE END

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