Part 7 by Marie
Michael entered Nikita's room and sighed. She looked so pale with her eyes closed and sleeping. So pale yet so fragile, even if in his heart he knew the blond was as tough as nails.
"Agent Samuelle..." The state trooper said emerging again.
Michael looked up to meet the other man's gaze. "Yes, what is it?" Michael asked.
"We just got back a skeleton of your mission and I would like to suggest someone to help with your assignment." The trooper told him in his rolling southern accent.
"We have it under control. If we need backup we'll call." Michael told him.
"I was referring to computers Mr. Samuelle. You might want to try some local kids from on the coast." The trooper said handing him and envelope.
"Kids can't help me with a mission." Michael snapped.
"I'm not trying to be rude, but must kids now a days no more about computers than any government agencies. Just use them if you need help. They're pretty good." The trooper told him.
"And how do you know?" Michael asked.
"I meet them at the FBI training center when they were up for an Explorer convention type deal." The trooper said in his accent.
"I'll think about it." Michael told him.
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She picked up the phone as it blared quiet loudly in her ear. "Mack Baby get over here." A familiar voice told her quickly and then it hung up. Rolling over out of bed she got dressed quickly and grabbed her laptop and headed out the door.
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"Get in here Copper." The girl at the door said pulling her into the house.
"Hold on, what is going on?" She asked as she was dragged up two flights of stairs and into an attic bedroom.
"We got trouble Copper." A voice thickly accented voice told her.
"Every time you say that I begin to worry." She said and frowned at the young man.
"Elliot's right Babe, we got big trouble." Another young man told her.
"Get off it Aaron." Copper told him.
"No we hacked into something we weren't suppose to see." Fiona told her.
"What!!!!" She screamed loudly. "I told you guys it was to easy to get caught anymore." Copper yelled.
"We've been traced not caught. WE have been routing through other databases to make us harder to trace." Elliot told her and began typing away at his keyboard.
"So how close?" Copper asked.
"New Orleans." Fiona told her.
"Hello we live in the Gulfport-Biloxi area, not very far away New Orleans." Copper told them.
"What's worse is this." Aaron said handing her a fax.
"It's from Daley and he has volunteered us again." Fiona told her.
"For what?" Copper asked.
"To help the guy whose trying to catch us catch us." Wesley said as he appeared at the door.
"You have got to be kidding me." Copper told him.
"Nope." Said a new voice appearing at the door.
"Who the hell are you?" Wesley asked.
"My name is Birkoff and I'm here to save you the fate I suffered." He told them.
"And what's that?" Fiona snarled.
"Being recruited into Section One." The young man told them.
Part 8 by Aly
Nikita began to stir a bit and she moaned slightly. Michael was watching from the hallway and he became aware instantly that something had changed within the small room. Opening the door slowly, he took one look into the hallway behind him to check for any passersby or lingering nurses. No one was around at the moment, so he took the opportunity to check Nikita and bring her up to speed on the situation.
He felt so guilty due to his temper and his lack of rest. It was his fault she was here to begin with. He closed his eyes briefly and tried to organize his thoughts. He had had a short nap on the flight over, but not enough to really get him recharged.
Hearing another small sound coming from the bed, he made his way to her side in a flash. Reaching out, he touched her forehead lightly and brushed the wayward bangs back from her eyes. Surprisingly, her eyes were open and staring at him in intense scrutiny.
He met her eyes and lifted the corner of one side of his mouth in what might pass as a smile to the casual observer. To Nikita, it would not have. He ran his thumb over the arch of one eyebrow and noticed that her eyes did not waver from his. Nor did she speak.
"Nikita? Are you alright?" He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and she shrank back from him in fright. He tried to take her hand in his and she pulled her arms into her body so tightly she looked like a pretzel.
Michael stood to his feet once again and his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Wh.... wh... who... what... " She stammered and looked around in blind panic. Michael felt his stomach knot up at the realization of her situation.
"Who are you?" She focused her large blue eyes on him and waited for his answer.
Part 9 by N507
"Who are you?" Nikita questioned softly and Walter dropped the device and stormed out of his work area. Instantly, Walter saw that Birkoff was no where to be found, and Walter sighed, as he knew that Birkoff was probably still under punishment for all the stupid things he had been doing lately. Yet, that was not Walter's problem right now.
"Simon, my workbench!" Walter commanded and Simon lifted his head and slowly moved towards Walter. Walter waited and pulled Simon deep into the cavern of weapons and slammed him against the wall.
"I am leaving Section now, and you are going to cover for me." Walter said and Simon blinked his eyes.
"I'm not scared of you, Walter." Simon blinked and Walter narrowed his eyes.
"Look, I know ways to torture you that Madeline hasn't even thought about.... I could pull every single body hair out of your pitiful body one by one.... So don't tempt me." Walter hissed and Simon nodded his head. Walter let the man go and looked around as he started to pull equipment.
"What are you doing to be doing, starting World War Three?" Simon asked and Walter frowned.
"No. I'm going Mardi Gras." Walter said and Simon looked around and added to Walter's stash.
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Michael walked out of the room and hailed the first passing doctor. Michael was aware that all the doctors had been told of Michael being an NSA agent, along with Nikita.
"She has no memory." Michael stated and the doctor picked up the chart and frowned.
"That shouldn't be occurring. Most of her injuries were in the lower back and stomach." The doctor said as he leaned over to look into Nikita's eyes.
"What's going on?" Nikita questioned as she pushed herself to a sitting position.
"Oh, hold on girl. You are staying here, we can't have you roaming around Bourbon Street without your memory!" The doctor joked and Nikita tilted her head to the side.
"That's where they get beads." Nikita stated and Michael nodded his head and then he cringed as he remembered his rude remarks to Nikita. He wished he could take it all back.
"Can you lay back down? I want to check something." The doctor said and Nikita sighed as she dropped back down to the pillow. The doctor started to touch Nikita's stomach until she hissed. The doctor stepped back and called for a nurse.
"What is going on?" Michael demanded.
"There still might be some bleeding. I'm going to have them check on that while they do a few scans of her head to see what kind of trauma has occurred to her head." The doctor said as he handed the chart over to the nurse and then whispered something into the nurse's ear.
Michael was more afraid now. He knew he was going to have to inform them of Nikita's falling status, but he wanted to wait. He had to wait because all of this was his fault.
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Walter looked down through the clouds and smiled. "Hell, flying isn't that hard!" Walter cheerfully thought. He had stolen the plane and got it up off the ground with never have flown a plane himself. He would do anything to get to his sugar. He heard all the nasty things that Michael had said to her in the van and he was going to get his revenge and teach Michael a thing or two. This had gone on far long enough.
Walter started to slope the plane down and crossed his toes as the ground sped closer and closer to him. Walter even closed his eyes as he leveled the plane out, and touched down into New Orleans International Airport.
"Cool. That was fun." Walter said as he taxied into the hanger.
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Part 10 by Jade
The doctor sighed. "The CT scans of the head are all negative. There is absolutely no evidence of head trauma that I can see. A neurologist has examined her, and he concurs. There is no physical reason for your wife's memory loss, Mr. Samuelle."
"What about the pain in her abdomen?" Michael asked, unable to mask his very real concern about Nikita's condition.
"I thought she might be bleeding internally, but that isn't the case. She does have an anomaly there, but it isn't related to the accident, as I'm sure you're aware."
Michael looked completely puzzled. "I'm not sure I follow you..."
"Your wife is pregnant, about three months along." He heard Michael's gasp and mistook it for worry about the fate of the pregnancy. "The baby is fine. Your wife seems to be in excellent physical condition, which is undoubtedly what preserved the pregnancy. She did sustain some bruising to the area, however, which is why she reacted the way she did when I palpated her abdomen."
He lowered his voice conspiratorially and addressed Michael. "Perhaps there are problems you two haven't yet resolved? That might explain the memory loss. If there is no physical reason, there must be an emotional component to it. I can refer you to an excellent psychiatrist on staff here."
He completely misread Michael's lack of reaction as a sign that the Samuelle marriage was on shaky ground.
"Perhaps you're feeling conflicted about the pregnancy?" he offered.
Michael didn't dare utter a word. Perhaps nothing! Conflicted? He would have laughed if he didn't feel like crying. He knew he must look stunned. That was how he felt. He had a crucial mission coming up. Nikita was physically cleared to participate. But she had no memory of Section or him. And oh, yes, she happened to be pregnant.
Before Michael could deal with the blows he had just received, Walter stomped through the door of the hospital room. "Michael, I got a bone or two to pick with you, my friend!"
Michael passed a hand over his face. Could this possibly get any worse? Nikita's erstwhile champion had arrived, no doubt to chastise Michael for getting Sugar into deep trouble. In more ways than one.
The doctor stared at the colorfully clad older gentleman with the ponytail and bandana. "I'm sorry, sir, but only next of kin--"
Michael interrupted before Walter could say something potentially damaging to their cover. "Oh, it's all right, doctor, this is Nikita's Uncle Walter. Uncle Walter, you must have flown to get here so quickly!" Michael said between clenched teeth, willing Walter to take direction or face the consequences.
Walter smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. Suddenly Michael could see what Walter must have been like in the old days. He must have been dangerous. Not unlike him. "That's right, Michael," he said carefully, "I flew. Grabbed the first flight I could, too."
"If you'll excuse us, doctor, we have a lot of family business to catch up on..." The doctor looked curious, but left the three of them alone.
When the doctor was out of earshot, Michael turned to Walter. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Now you listen to me, Michael...I heard everything you said to Nikita in the van. What's the matter with you, mistreating Sugar like that? This is all your fault!!!"
"You're right," Michael admitted bleakly.
"And another thing...I am?" he asked, somewhat surprised to hear Michael agree so readily.
Michael shook his head. "Walter, you have no idea what's going on, and frankly, after the way you just reacted, I'm afraid to tell you the rest."
Walter's eyes grew round. "What is it? Is Nikita gonna be okay? Don't tell me she ain't gonna be okay, Michael. I swear I'll beat the crap outta you!"
Michael sighed. "Physically, she's fine except for a hairline fracture in her one leg and some bruises."
"Then what's wrong, Michael? And don't you even think of lying to me, boy!" Walter was starting to point his finger at Michael. That was never a good sign.
"She has amnesia."
"What? She doesn't know who she is?"
Michael nodded. "Or who I am, or who you are. Yes, Walter, that's about the way it is."
Walter whistled through his teeth. "Yow! That ain't gonna sit well with Maddy and Ops!"
"Understated as usual, Walter." Michael winced. "Oh, and one more thing...she seems to be pregnant."
Michael braced for impact, but Walter simply froze, his mouth working silently. "P-pregnant? But who--" Walter eyed Michael with a glare that undoubtedly would quell a lesser man. "You bastard! You couldn't keep your freaking hands off Sugar! Why, I oughta--"
Suddenly they both froze as a third voice joined the conversation. "Who's Sugar?" Nikita asked, completely unaware of the undercurrents working their way through the room.