Once the ferry reached Andros Island, Katerina drove to its southern tip - the ferry to Mykonos would not depart until the following evening. They could not just stay in the vehicle, so Katerina took a small pensione. Michael had remained sleeping until she returned with the key to their room. He looked up at her. "Where are we?"
K: The ferry to Mykonos doesn't leave until tonight; I want you to try and get as much rest as possible.
They entered the room. Michael went and sat in a chair, Katerina walked over to him. "Michael, would you like to take a shower or a bath, then sleep?" Michael nodded, and went into the bathroom. Katerina could hear the water running in the shower but after half and hour began to be concerned about him. She slowly opened the bathroom door. Michael was standing naked in the shower, the water descending over his body.



He stood completely still - staring at the tiled shower wall. "Michael, are you alright?" He did not answer. Katerina threw back the rest of the shower curtain; drawing in a quick breath as she could not help but notice what a wonderful, athletic body Michael had. She took him by his hands and led him out of the shower stall. He followed her into the main room as she wrapped a guest robe around him. Katerina pulled the bedclothes back and ushered Michael into the bed. She placed the cover over him. "Please talk to me Michael - I can only guess what might be distressing you. If the authorities think you are a terrorist - there must be some reason. Please talk to me."
Michael looked into her eyes and reached up to touch her face. "I am not a terrorist - you must belive that. I have been on a journey to return to a place where I lost my life."

Katerina: Lost your life - what does that mean?
M: My reason for living.
K: What was that reason?
M: A woman who lived in my soul - and held my heart in her hands. She was with child - my child - they both died.
K: Oh my god, Michael, I am so, so sorry. Where did this happen?
M: No more, I don't want to talk about it.
Michael took her hand and kissed it softly then turned on his side away from Katerina.

That evening as they boarded the ferry for Mykonos, Katerina tried to get Michael to talk about the woman that was haunting him; but Michael just shook his head and replied: "No, not now."
Once the ferry arrived at Mykonos, the cars exited quickly and Katerina drove to her home near Ano Mera on the eastern most part of the island. She stopped off in a village and bought supplies and food.

They pulled up to the large villa and Katerina got out of the car; Michael remained seated. "Come Michael, this is my home, give me a hand with the supplies."
Michael took the groceries and followed Katerina to the front door. She inserted the key and opened the door. Michael followed her in, looking around as they entered the kitchen. She began putting away the groceries and supplies. "Michael, would you like something to eat - I'm going to make a salad."
Michael: Your home is very beautiful. Have you always lived here?
K: (smiling) It came with my divorce settlement.
M: You're married?
K: Not anymore.
M: Your former husband must be wealthy.
K: (laughing) He is - and always was - but that's not why I married him. I loved him once.

M: No more.
K: No, not anymore. Look, I'll make us a salad, then why don't you try to sleep, it's been a long journey getting here and in the morning, maybe you would like to swim. There's a pool or we can go to the sea.
They sat eating the salad and pita bread, then Michael followed Katerina upstairs to a large bedroom, "You can have this room, mine's down the hall - okay." Michael did not reply.

K: Sleep well, and Michael.....I believe you are not a terrorist. It's in your eyes - I know people.....well....anyway....sleep well."

The next day Katerina had decided to let Michael sleep late and so it was now afternoon as she made her way to his room - he was not there. She raced throughout the house and around the grounds, calling him name - he was no where to be found. She got in her car and began driving, "where would he go, the island is small." Suddenly she remembered his attempt to jump from the ferry into the sea and drove to a wharf that jutted out from an old harbor in Ano Mera. What was it drawing her here and why would Michael come here anyway?
Katerina ran along the old wharf calling out Michael's name. No answer.
She walked along the small beach ajoining the wharf and came upon Michael crouching by some old beams from the ancient wharf. He was completely nude and cowering against the wooden columns. Katerina, once she spotted Michael, crouched beside him. "Michael, it's me - Katerina - I'm here to help you. Are you hurt, have you injured yourself?" She quickly scanned his body and seeing no obvious wounds or injury spoke again.



"Michael, can you hear me? You can't stay here - where are your clothes? Let me get them for you."
Michael Looked at her but said nothing. "Please let me help you," she spoke softly.
"Why do you always want to help me - you don't know me," he said.
K: Come back to the house with me please.
M: I have no clothes - I don't need clothes anymore.
K: Well, that's fine but some other people on the island might think you should be wearing clothes
M: They don't know me - why should they care.
K: People on this island like wearing clothes, however, if you want to go swimming with no clothes, there is a beach for nude bathing. Is that why you came here to go swimming?
M: No.
K: Then why don't we go back to the house.
M: I came here to forget - to forget her.
K: To forget the woman you told me about last night?
M: Yes, everytime I looked into her wonderful, beautiful blue eyes - I knew how much I loved her.
K: Michael, I realize you must have loved her very much but you said she was gone.
M: She's dead - killed by a suicide bomber.
K: Oh my god Michael! When.....!
M: A long, long time.....it's many....months, maybe years....
K: Michael - you must think of yourself now. You have to let her go.
M: I could lose myself in those deep, blue eyes - it was like a dream of swimming in the blue sea.
K: I understand how much you must have loved her but if what you tell me is true, she's gone - gone forever. And for you to get well again, you must let her go.
M: I don't want to let her go.
K: If you can't - you'll never get well.
M: It doesn't matter....I don't want to live then.
K: Michael, please let me help you - I care for you - I care for you deeply. Please come back with me to the house. We'll talk more there.
M: I don't think so.
Katerina took Michael's hands and started to pull him away from the wharf.
K: Please Michael, come with me.

He got up and allowed her to lead him back to her car. As they approached the vehicle, Katerina reached in the back seat, grasped a blanket and wrapped it around Michael. He got in the car.
As they drove back to the house, Katerina thought to herself, "My God, what am I doing? Why am I acting and saying these things to this man? What are my own feelings here? I'm jeopardizing my career, my life, everything I've worked for .....why, why?"
They drove up to Katerina's house and went inside. Michael followed Katerina up to the room she had said was his, he entered and sat on the bed. "Try to get some rest Michael."
He slipped under the duvee and she pulled the drapery over the window. Katerina walked to the bedside, "You must try to help yourself get well again; the loss you have suffered is destroying you Michael. I will try to help you find yourself - and a reason to live. Life is too valuable - we must treasure it - not waste life or try to throw it away. Promise me you will stay in the house - don't go out by yourself again - you must not harm yourself. Will you promise me?"
Michael reached out his hand; she took it and brushed it against her cheek. He whispered, "Yes - I promise you."
Katerina released his hand and left the room. Michael's eyes followed her as she drifted away.


The next morning Katerina brought coffee, crossaints with fresh butter and jam out to the deck by the pool. Michael had been swimming laps and emerged from the pool when he realized Katerina was approaching.
K: Did you have a good swim?
M: Yes - water is a great pacifier.
K: (handing him a coffee and motioning to the crossaints) You seem to have a great affinity towards the water.
M: Yes.
K: Water has been thought to be a healing mechanism - you do look better this morning Michael - how are you feeling - do you still have a headache?
M: Yes, but not as bad.
K: I can give you more pain-killers if you want. When I did the scan at the hospital - there were no signs of trauma or injury. Can you remember what happened to you?
Katerina stopped suddenly, "Oh, I'm sorry Michael - that's the doctor in me - wanting to analyze everything about a patient."

M: Am I your patient?
K: Well - yes I guess you are.
M: And that's why you're trying to help me?
K: (smiling) Yes, of course.
M: Doctors don't usually bring their patients to their homes. (A little smile) Is that a new kind of house call?
Katerina laughed. "That's better - I knew you were feeling well today. But to answer your question - no doctors don't usually bring their patients home. I can't answer why I brought you here other than to help you.
M: You are very kind.
K: I want you to stay here. In one week I must travel to Athens for a medical conference. You will be safe here.
M: People are hunting me.
K: I know and when you want to talk about why - then I will listen. Right now I just want to get you feeling better physically and about yourself.
M: You want me to talk about her don't you?
K: If you feel up to it.
M: Her name was Nikita - we worked together. I taught her, trained her.
K: Trained her for what?
M: That I won't talk about.
K: Fine, fine - tell me about her then.
M: She was my life - my reason for living. We had been through so much together - our emotions ran to such heights. I have never loved a woman so deeply and when she died.......
Michael stopped and looked over at the pool. Katerina spoke softly, "Take your time Michael - if you don't want to go further that's okay."
M: ......no, I want to talk about her. I want to remember her....I want my words to be her.....not just her image in my head.
K: What did she look like?



M: Blonde, long blonde hair - tall, slim - sometimes too slim. She was very fit - she worked out all the time - she had to because of the work we did. Her eyes were the deepest blue - I lost myself in her eyes. (Michael looked into the distance) Her blue eyes, her lips, the touch of her skin......when we made love.......I could not believe how much she loved me back.



Katerina looked away, somewhat overcome with the obvious affect this dead woman had on this man.

Katerina: You said she was carrying your child - do you want to talk about that?
M: She was pregnant - our child. We were so excited about having a child - we could have made our lives work having a child. She told me she felt guilty about being pregnant - she said she had deceived me.
K: Deceived you?
M: Where we worked - children were not allowed - they sterilized the women.
K: Oh, my God! Why?
M: They interfered with performance.
K: But she was not sterile?
M: No she had deceived them.
K: Them?
M: There are some things I cannot talk about.
K: Yes, fine - tell me more about why she felt guilty about being pregnant.
M: We made love.....(he smiled remembering).....many, many times. I could not get enough of her - she was like no other woman. (Trying to remember more) ......she ......she must have conceived our child when we..........
K: Michael....you don't have to......



M: I want to remember......we made love in the bath.....love, over and over again. She must have conceived then....we made love after that but.......
Katerina got up and poured more coffee, taken aback with Michael's outpourings. "That's fine Michael......but when....."
M: She told me about the child - we were going to have our life together - be free. I went away....but she must have come with me.....we were in another country.....a third world country.....there was a bomb......she....she was killed by the bomb.
K: Did you take her home after the bombing?
M: No, no I didn't.....I'm not....I can't remember why I didn't take her.....what happened to her body.....did I bury her? She should be buried and......
Katerina took Michael's hands. "That's enough for today. Don't try to remember anymore. We can go for a drive later. Would you like to go sailing? Have you ever been sailing?
M: (looking into the distance) Yes, Nikita and I used to sail....we sailed....were together....loved.....
K: Come Michael - why don't you go up to your room, shower and you'll find fresh clothes I bought for you.

Michael looked at her and nodded. He got up and entered the house. Katerina took a deep breath.


The telephone rang inside the house and she raced to answer it. "Hello". It was Dr. Agilo calling from Salonikia. "Katerina, glad I found you in. That terrorist escaped from the hospital. Do you know anything?"
K: No, of course not!
A: The authorities are swarming all over the hospital. I cannot afford to have this happpening - not now.
K: Well I realize we don't want police all over the hospital but why do you say - now.
A: Never mind. You may have to cut your holiday short - I have to make a business trip to Crete.
K: Crete?
A: Yes, nothing to concern you - a non-medical business venture I'm involved with.
K: Do you really want me to return now - I just arrived and am feeling.....
A: Very well, I realize that - do you have your computer up and running? If so, I have some classified files I will send you - they will be encrypted.
K: Niko - what is going on?
A: Not your concern - is your computer operating?
K: Yes.
A: I'll send the encrypted files - you won't be able to read them so don't worry - I just want them out of the hospital files.
K: Niko why won't you tell me what this is about?
A: These damn authorities - the CIA and local police are all over the hospital - into matters not concerning them. Go now - get the computer online - I'll send the encrypted files. Store them on CD and place them in safe-keeping.
K: I don't understand why you won't tell me........
A: Do as I say Katerina! And I expect your return in one week.
Agilo hung up the telephone and Katerina walked to her office and switched on the computer. She sat gazing at the screen as encrypted email files appeared. She carefully stored them on disc. After saving the files she attempted to open them from the email encryption but to no avail. She wondered what Agilo had on these files that was so important; she tucked them into a small wall safe and looked up as Michael appeared in the office doorway.



M: Thank you for the clothes.
Katerina looked appreciatively at Michael in his black jeans and cotton sweater. The clothing fit him perfectly. "Ready to go for a drive Michael - we can go down the coast."
M: I don't want to trouble you - you've been very kind to me.
Katerina walked up to Michael and touched his arm. "I'm glad you're here - it gets lonely by myself in this big house. What would you like to do?"
M: Maybe a short drive - I still feel somewhat unwell. The fresh air would be good.
K: Come, let's go then - I have another vehicle - a sports car so we can have the top down.
Katerina shut off her computer, picked up some keys and the two headed for the garage.

The following morning, Katerina called Dr. Agilo in Salonika. She pleaded that she needed more time away from the hospital than one week. He reluctantly agreed to two weeks. He inquired if she had received the files and whether they were in safe-keeping. When Katerina replied yes, he seemed relieved and this was when he agreed to the additional week away.



Near the end of the second week on Mykonos, Michael's condition had improved. His physical health had recovered and although his memory was still clouded, the headaches had disappeared. He was swimming every day and eating complete meals. Katerina relished in his improvement. She caught herself watching him as he swam lengths in the pool - his athletic, muscular body powered through the water. When he pulled himself from the water, she tore her eyes from his body as he walked towards her.
Michael: Why don't you come for a swim too?
Katerina looked up from her chair and squinted into the sun as the water droplets glistened on Michael's body. He patted a towel to dry the excess water and stood before her. His bathing suit fit snugly; she fought to remove her eyes from the obvious bulge in his swim suit. "Ah, well ....maybe a quick swim - I need to start dinner."

Michael: Let me cook tonight - I think I'm a good cook. (he smiled)
K: You're remembering more and more each day Michael - that's a good sign.
Michael took her hands and pulled her from the chair. She was wearing a cotton gown over her swim suit; he gently removed the gown and nudged her towards the pool. She felt his strong hands pulling her. Katerina could feel her heart racing and quickly jumped into the pool. Michael joined her and suddenly grabbed her around the waist. "You do swim, don't you?", he laughed.
K: Yes, yes - of course.
He pulled her to his chest and lightly kissed her forehead. "You have been so kind to me - I will never be able to thank you. Not many people would help a person like me. You hide me here in your home, you believe me when I say I'm not a terrorist, you listen to my heartache stories - you are truly a wonderful lady."
K: (trying to extricate herself from his grasp) Old lady, I think.
M: Old? What? You are not old.....I know ladies don't want to speak of their age but my guess would be - hummmmmm, your late thirties. (He smiled) But of course you don't have to tell me - I understand women and not telling their age.
K: Michael - you are trying to charm me. But thank you - and I am fifty years old.
M: (kissing her hand) Never.
K: (still trying to pull herself away from his grasp) Thank you very much.
M: You are a beautiful woman - you age is no matter - it's what is in your heart. And your heart is.....
K: Stop, stop, I......you're making me embarrassed!
Michael drew her tighter and hugged her. Katerina's heart raced wildly; she could feel his manhood pressing against her lower body. She thought, "My God, I can't do this....this man........"

Suddenly Michael released her and smiled. He dove under the water and grabbed her legs, pulling her under, then shoved her towards the surface. Katerina gasped for air and as she surfaced, looked around for Michael; he broke the water surface grinning. "Michael you are too much for me, I'm getting out."
Michael: Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
K: No, no - that's not it - I'm not scared....well (laughing) maybe a little.
Katerina left the pool and began drying herself with a towel. Michael exited from the other end of the pool and walked over to her, water dripping from his hair and body. Once again Katerina had to divert her eyes from his body; she could feel herself stirring uncontrollably. She had not felt such physical desire for many years; not since first being with her husband. "I can't...no I must not....", she thought.
Michael broke into her thoughts, "I'll go and shower - then fix dinner....my turn...I'm sure I can remember how to cook. Oh, and I love the new color of your hair - dark hair becomes you - and is more natural for a beautiful Greek woman." He smiled and went into the house.
Katerina collapsed onto the deck chair. She could and must not make love with this man; well maybe he wasn't interested in her anyway. This was just animal attraction - sexual - that's all. But why now - why do I have him in my house?
Two hours later, Michael placed a coq au vin with fresh spinach salad before Katerina. He poured Greek wine into goblets. "I hope this meal is ebible - I think I remember cooking and enjoying it. Funny how some memories appear. You know, when I was travelling in Croatia, I had a dream I had a son. I was positive he existed. Now, I'm not sure what my life was before."



K: Michael I should leave for Salonika tomorrow. It's been over two weeks and I have to return to the hospital, then go to a conference in Athens. I want you to stay here while I'm gone - it will be safe for you. The authorities must still be looking for you.
M: Yes, they probably are - why I don't know. I had a dream, or maybe it was a memory, the other night. I was captive in England for some reason, I escaped - maybe the English - MI6 want me.
K: It was the American CIA who were after you.
M: (smiling) MI6, CIA, Interpol - Section - all the same.
K: Section? I've never heard of them - where are they located?
M: How's the food? More wine?
K: Okay, I know - don't ask too many questions. But seriously, please stay here. I should be able to return after the conference in three weeks. You can swim, use the computer, even drive the car.

Michael: I will get bored. (smiling) Three weeks - can't you return before that?
K: Tell you what - I have a friend on the island - a bit overbearing but means well. I'll call her - she can visit and keep you company.
M: Won't she wonder who I am?
K: I'll tell her you're my - ah, French cousin.

After dinner, Michael and Katerina walked outside to view the sunset on the Adriatic.



She smiled at him, "You are so much better now; the anti-depressant drug I've been giving you is helping. Soon you will not need any medication."
M: You've made me think more clearly. I know I will never see Nikita again and I must let her go to live.
K: You can always remember her Michael - just not obsessively - remember how much you loved her but now she is gone - you will heal eventually - it all takes time.
Michael smiled at Katerina. "Thank you - you are so kind to me - wonderful.....I want to ...."
Michael touched her eyebrow and outlined her face gently. He took her in his arms and began a slow dance.
M: Please, I want to make love to you - you are a special person in my life - I need to love you back.
K: Michael, you don't have to thank me that way.
M: It's not just a thank you - I want you - I want to make love to you.
K: No, no this should not happen!
M: Please - let's go upstairs - I want to be with you - I have a surprise - please?
Michael gently held her face and kissed her. Katerina felt her legs give; he swept her up and carried her upstairs.

Once in the bedroom Michael asked Katerina to prepare for bed as he had a surprise for her. She stood in the master bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Oh, my God, I can't be doing this....what am I doing?"
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Michael spread white flower petals on the bed. Katerina entered the room; he took her in his arms and began to dance slowly around the room.



Katerina had come to a point of no return; this man could do whatever he wanted with her now. She was completely smitten. He placed her on the bed and stroked her cheeks. She looked up at him and tears ran down her face. Michael kissed the salty tears then began undressing in front of her. Katerina's eyes devoured his body as he removed the last item of clothing. He climbed into the bed and kissed her. "I want you on top please - I want you to make love to me - and we must be safe - please place this condom on me."
K: Michael - I don't know if I can........
M: We will do this together - I don't want our love to be just me wanting your body - you must want me too.
K: I do.....I....I haven't been with a man in a long time - my work has......
M: Slowly, we will go slowly.

  Katerina's mind was racing; she wanted this man so badly. Why couldn't he just ravish her, rape even - then it would be just sex - but this loving - his way of loving her. She straddled his body and he took her hand as they placed the condom on his penis.

He needed no encouragement, Michael's manhood stood at full size, engorged head ready for Katerina to place herself. He guided her gently down on his erection. Slowly, inch by inch he entered her. She gasped and thought; he is so big, how can I take him all. Michael had felt if she was ready to take him before inching into her. Katerina was wet and took the full length of Michael to the hilt. She began moving her hips up and down; Michael lifting his in unison.
They moved together; Katerina could feel herself beginning to climax. Michael continued his movements. She began pounding harder and harder, feeling her climax overtaking her. Suddenly she could not contain herself any longer and ground her body onto Michael. He thrust upwards and released into her. She fell upon his chest, breathing heavily. They rested for a few minutes, then Michael flipped her over, now he began again, still hard. Slowly at first, almost withdrawing, then plunging into her again.

Katerina could hardly breathe. She gasped, never having known this kind of pleasure. Again their orgasms overtook their bodies. Michael thrust again and again; she could feel him at her core. She felt like she was losing consciousness and fought to continue looking up at him as he ground into her. Michael's climax overtook him; then he rolled off her body; they lay sweat drenched and exhausted. After many minutes passed, Katerina lifted herself up and looked over at Michael. He lay staring at the ceiling. "Michael are you alright?"
M: Yes, I'm sorry if I was rough with you.....I....I was losing ....
K: I am fine - you are a wonderful lover.
She smiled, looking at his face. Her eyes followed the length of his sweat drenched body and she grinned as she realized he still maintained his full erection. She stroked his manhood as it stretched to his abdomen. What a wonder this man was. She knew now he must always stay by her side.

The alarm went off on Katerina's bedside table. She reached over and turned it off, looking immediately for Michael. He was not there. She got up, pulling on a robe, and raced through the house and out on to the patio. Michael sat by the pool - he was naked. His body wet from his morning swim. Katerina walked up to him. "Michael, is everything okay?" She walked around to stand in front of him. "Michael, are you alright?" He looked up at her. "Yes, I'm....okay."
Katerina: About last night.....
Michael: Yes....yes...it was very special.
She stood before him and placed her arms around his neck. "It was very special to me too. You are a wonderful lover Michael."
Michael put his head down and Katerina laughed, "Mr. Samuelle, are you actually blushing?"
He looked up and smiled, "I don't know, am I?"
K: I don't want to leave now but I must return to Salonikia and then to Athens. Please promise me you will stay on Mykonos. You will be safe here, I know that. Do you promise?
Michael looked into her eyes. "Yes, you have been very kind to me - you are looking out for me. I will stay but please come back as soon as possible."
Michael kissed her gently then Katerina pulled him by his hands and said, "Come, let's go into the house. We will have breakfast, then I must catch the ferry to the mainland."
They walked together into the house.

The days passed on Ibiza and gradually Nikita's morning sickness was subsiding. She was still experiencing mood swings as her body adjusted to her pregnancy. She swam every day in Helmet's pool and he began showing her his complete operation. She joked, telling him he was running a far superior operation to Section's. She wondered how he maintained discipline with his operatives, yet the morale was high and the staff motivated to work for him. She thought, if she was to ever head up Section, this was how she would run it. They sat at his main com as he punched codes into a computer.
Helmet: This is the most recent intel on the Iraqi situation. It's continuing to heat up.



Nikita: So where is your version of a Birkoff? The computerization here is amazing.
H: Well I have heard of Section One's Birkoff - an incredible computer nerd but I rely on the computers themselves to analyze the intel.
N: Birkoff is more than a computer nerd - he is a wonderful person - he makes the missions work.
H: (smiling) Maybe I can recruit him.
N: I think he would enjoy working for you - Walter certainly does. So anymore intel come in on Michael's possible whereabouts?
Helmet stopped what he was doing and looked over at Nikita. "I'm sorry Nikita, but we may have the latest in computerization intel - but there are no further details about where Michael might be.
N: You'll find him Helmet - I know he is out there.
Helmet looked longingly at Nikita. When would she ever come to realize Michael was dead and come to accept it.
H: (looking back at his screen) Oh, this is what I've been waiting for. Hummmm, looks like I have to fly to Helsinki - a contact will only talk to me in person. He has information about a bio-chemical weapon transaction taking place in Greece.
N: (walking over to Helmet) Do you trust this contact?
H: Yes, he doesn't work for any agency - money is his motivator.
N: Money usually is.
H: Look, I'll fly to Helsinki tomorrow - I need to do some things in Oslo and Stockholm also - so I should be back in a little over a week. Why not come with me?
N: Oh, I think I'd like to stay here, in case some information comes in about Michael.

Helmet got up and went to Nikita, wrapping his arms around her. "Whatever you want - whatever in the world you want, that I can give you - it's yours."
Nikita kissed him, "You are a wonderful man. Thank you."

Helmet got up and went to Nikita, wrapping his arms around her. "Whatever you want - whatever in the world you want that I can give you - it's yours."
Nikita kissed him, "You are a wonderful man. Thank you."
Helmet: I'm so glad you are getting over that morning sickness.
N: Me too. And even though I'm having twins, I don't seem to be turning into that whale yet. (she laughed)
H: (feeling her stomach) Nope, no whales there, just a little bump.

He kissed her again. "Okay, I better get ready for this trip. Will you drive with me to the airport?"
N: Of course.

The next morning Helmet and Nikita drove to the small airport on Ibiza. Helmet's private jet sat on the runway. Two operatives took his luggage and entered the plane. Helmet and Nikita sat in silence in the Porsche. Helmet smiled at her and took her face in his hands, gently kissing her lips. "I'll miss you."
N: Please be careful. You may know this contact but I can't help but feel you may be in danger.
H: That's your hormones speaking.
N: Maybe....but....I don't want to lose anyone else close to me.
H: I'll call you tonight. Don't get too bored. If you want something to do, talk to Walter, I bet he will load you up with work.
N: Yes, I'm sure. I thought I might take some long walks. The beaches are wonderful.
H: I wish I could be with you on those beaches.
N: You go, then when you return we'll walk the beaches.



Helmet kissed her again, this time more passionately. He then opened the door and walked to the waiting jet. Nikita got out and walked to the driver's side of the car; she waved as Helmet entered the plane.
When she returned to the villa, she strolled into the vast library. "Humm, what will be good reading now that I'm a lady of leisure." Nikita picked up a worn book from the shelf. It was Vassilis Vassikkos' 'Z". "Well, I guess reading about Greece and politics would be okay - don't see anything else."
Nikita took the book out to the patio with a glass of limonade and her sunglasses. She began reading. A few hours passed and she drifted off to sleep. In the last chapter of the book she had read of the assissination of the Greek pacifist leader Gregory Lambrakis who was slain in Salonika and how after his murder, on walls all over Greece there appeared the letter 'Z' for zei - He Lives!
She awoke suddenly, jolted awake. "What had awakened her so abruptly?" She looked at the book again and saw the words - ZEI - HE LIVES!



Nikita's eyes filled with tears as Michael's image appeared. "He must be alive, why can't he be alive! Michael!!" She shouted loudly and two of Helmet's staff came running out to the patio. "Are you alright! We heard you shouting."
N: Yes, yes, I'm okay, I was just sleeping - I guess I had a bad dream. I'm okay.

That evening, Nikita asked Walter to join her for dinner. They sat eating in silence.



Walter: You're very quiet Sugar, you okay?
N: I'm fine.
W: Don't sound fine. You forget - I know you too well.
N: (smiling) Yes you do Walter. I guess I just started thinking about my life and what I'm doing here - having babies without a father - no home, no life, no......
W: Whoa! That's enough of that talk! Okay, so you don't have the real father for the children but ......well ...life here is not that bad.



N: I feel lost Walter.
W: I'm sorry Sugar. I guess cause I really like working here and the people are great - I know it's not the same for you. How can I help?
N: You just being here helps.
W: I wish we could find Michael but .....well....maybe down the road ....ah, you might have to accept that .....he ....he's dead.
N: No - I can't ever accept that.
W: Sugar, you might have to some day.
N: I don't think I will ever be able to do that Walter - I love him so much and now having his children - imagine - two children!
W: Well having twins is a little overwhelming.
N: What will I do after I give birth. I can't go back to Center and my father. I can't live that life anymore.
W: You could stay here with Helmet - you know, he cares for you.
N: I know, I feel like I'm deceiving him. I know he wants more from me.
W: Sugar, I don't know what to tell you. Maybe time will sort things out.
N: God I wish I could have a drink of wine. Being pregnant is bad enough, but I miss having a drink of wine!
Walter laughed. "I'm sure one little drink of wine won't hurt."
N: No, the doctor said no alcohol. So I'll just sit here; feel sorry for myself and drink my apple juice.



Walter got up and walked over to Nikita. He kissed her forehead and gave her a hug. "Anything you want me to do - just ask. I wish I could make everything okay - you and Michael went through so much together and now....oh, damn, I'm suppose to be making you feel better and I go and......!"
Nikita got up from the table and wrapped her arms around Walter. "It's fine Walter, you are here for me that's all I want."

The next morning, Nikita was sitting on the patio eating breakfast. She was grateful that she could finally keep it down. Walter came running out, waving a handful of papers. "Sugar, look at this - Lenz was running standard checks on intel from Italy and well look - there was a report of a man matching Michael's description in northern Italy. The police were following a tip from the CIA about a terrorist....but look at the police photo - now if that doesn't look like Michael.......!



Nikita grabbed the papers, "Yes, it could be Michael - what location in Italy?"
W: That's the problem - he was spotted in northern Italy - Torino - but then he vanished.
N: Walter - I want to go there - to Torino.
W: What - that's crazy - what do you expect to find?
N: If Michael was in Torino - maybe I can find out where he went next.
W: Oh, God Sugar - we don't even know if this was Michael; I should never have brought you this intel....!
N: Where's Helmet's secretary? I'm going to fly to Rome, then to Torino.
W: Oh, jeeze, Nikita, no, don't do this ....I just thought by telling you, it would make you feel better. I didn't think you'd go running off to Italy!

Nikita got up and went into the villa looking for Helmet's secretary. Walter followed her.
Nikita: Mary, oh, sorry to interrupt you but could you book me on a flight to Rome.
Mary: Oh, yes, sure. Rome?
Walter stood shaking his head.
N: Yes, the first flight out.
M: Okay, yes. I'll call now. I think there's a flight off the island tonight to Madrid and I'll book a connection to Rome.
Nikita returned to her bedroom and began throwing items of clothing into a suitcase. Walter stood in the doorway. "Sugar, please don't do this! It's crazy. What if you get sick or something."
N: I feel really good Walter. Even better now.
W: (shaking his head) Sugar - Nikita - no! Well, at least let me come with you!
Nikita stopped packing and walked to Walter. She reached up and held his face. "Walter, I'm pregnant - not totally incapacitated. I will be fine. I don't have any more morning sickness, I've been swimming and feel fit. And I don't want you to come with me. I can handle myself."
W: What if Helmet wants to know where you've gone?
N: Tell him. He's going to call me and I'll tell him myself.
W: He's going to be pissed at me.
N: Walter - I am doing this - now please find me a baby glock, a laptop and some tracking equipment.
W: A glock! What! ......and just how do you think you're going to get that aboard a commercial jet!
N: I'm pregnant - I'll use that somehow.
W: What! Oh, God, I can't ......
N: Walter - the glock, the computer and tracking equipment - okay.
Walter turned and left. Nikita continued selecting clothes and putting them into her suitcase. She pulled out her second case and opened it.



The picture of Michael lay on top; she picked it up and touched the photo - she gently kissed Michael's image and put it with her clothing for the trip.

Nikita sat on the PamAm jet to Rome. She had been able to get the baby glock and tracking equipment aboard by using a special anti-scanner device that blocked all metal images in luggage. She had also asked for assistance boarding, stating she was pregnant and not feeling well. Eager male airline employees jumped at the chance to assist a beautiful, blonde woman, even though she was pregnant.
Once she landed in Rome, she went to the airline enquiry desk and determined she would have two hours before a connecting flight to Torino. As she sat in the airport cafe, her cell phone rang.



It was Helmet. "Helmet, ..you've talked to Walter ....yes I know it might be a waste of time but I thought I could find out if ....well ....at least if it might have been him. I know .....I'll be very careful. No, I know ....(she laughed)...no leaping tall buildings for pregnant mother's to be. Yes, I'll phone when I get to Torino. Oh, how are things going in Helsinki? What - really - so you will go to Greece? No, don't wait for me to get back ....okay, very well ....I'll only be three or four days. I guess I could go to Greece too. Sure, I look forward to seeing you. Bye." She closed her phone, picked up her travel bag and walked to the connecting airline to Torino.

Once Nikita's plane arrived at Torino, she went directly to her hotel. She went into her room and immediately plugged her PDA into her laptop. She punched in codes and Walter's image appeared on the screen.



Nikita: Walter, I've arrived, can you download all the intel now.
Walter: Sugar, are you alright?
N: Of course, I'm fine. I will go to the local police in the morning and take it from there.
W: I wish you wouldn't do this. What if you get sick or something.
N: Walter, I hardly have any morning sickness anymore. I feel really good, now stop worrying.
W: I can't help it. If Helmet finds out I gave you this intel, he'll probably have me cancelled.
N: From what I can see, Helmet doesn't cancel operatives. He just makes them into gardeners and cooks. (she laughed)
W: I don't like gardening or cooking.
N: Please send me the intel.
W: Fine. You always get your way with me.
N: I'm counting on you - oh, and that tracker you gave me - where's the best place for it?
W: I'm too embarrassed to say.
N: Gotcha. Okay, start sending the information and I'm going to place the tracker and do a check to see if you're receiving me.
W: Okay.
Nikita placed the minute tracker where no-one would think to look and spoke to Walter. "How's that - am I transmitting?"
W: Yes, considering where I think you placed it.



N: Good. The download is finished too - so I think I'll try to sleep and will contact you in the morning. Good night Walter - and don't worry.
W: Good night Sugar - sleep well.

The next morning Nikita rented a car and made her way to the local police station. She walked in and went to the main desk. "Hello, may I speak to one of your senior officers?" She flashed a British police identity badge. "I'm a police officer from London and wish to inquire about a possible suspect."



The policeman at the desk picked up the phone and spoke softly. He replaced the receiver and looked at Nikita. "Officer Serpicola will see you. Please have a seat." He smiled, "You are very beautiful - sorry my English is not good."
Nikita smiled back, "Your English is fine - and thank you."
An officer in his early forties walked out from a rear office. "Hello - can I be of assistance?" He held his hand out and Nikita extended hers. "My name is Carlo Serpicola and what might your name be?" He still held her hand.
"Nikita, I'm with the British Home Office. I was wondering if I could talk to you about a suspect you were looking for. He was a suspected terrorist." Serpicola reluctantly released Nikita's hand. "Humm, come into my office."
Serpicola motioned Nikita to a chair and shut the door to the office. "When was this?"
N: I'm not sure of the time frame but the CIA were following him and tracked him to Torino.
S: The CIA - oh, yes - I remember now. They said he was wanted for bombing their embassy in Cairo.



N: Yes - embassy bombings. Do you have a picture of him?
Serpicola walked to his computer and punched information on the keyboard - a photo rendering filtered out of the printer. He handed it to Nikita. She sat in silence. The image was Michael - the same one Walter had shown her.
S: So - he is wanted in England also.
N: Yes, uh, yes - we've been tracking him also.
S: Between the British authorities and the CIA - you would think someone would find him.
N: Where do you think he went after leaving Torino?
S: We traced him to Venice - or a man that could have been him - from there nothing.
N: Why do you think he was in Torino?
S: No idea. He could be anywhere now. (he paused) However, I think the CIA have more information than they are telling us. We are just simple police officers - they have many methods of tracking people and I believe they want him for more reasons than just bombings.
N: Like what?
Serpicola smiled. "I wish I knew and then if I did - you would have more reason to spend time with me."
Nikita smiled. "So you've told me everything you know."
S: It's not much but that is all the information we have. Ahhh, how long do you plan to stay in Torino?
N: Not long.
S: I would be most honored if you would have dinner with me. Torino has exquisite restaurants.
N: Thank you very much but I should return to my hotel and do some work.
S: You know - the CIA has an office here in Torino - I could help you contact them. We could discuss this further over wine and dinner.
N: (getting up) Thank you again, you have been most gracious and I already know of the CIA's office here in Torino. They don't keep all their undercover operations totally secret. (she laughs) Imagine using a bakery as a front for a CIA office!
S: (laughing) Yes, crazy Americans - but they closed the bakery.
N: Yes.
S: Are you sure you won't have dinner with me - we could discuss the whereabouts of the CIA further.
N: (walking up to him and touching his cheek) You are teasing me Carlo but I know the Americans love freshly baked bread.
S: (taking her hand) You are too clever....beautiful and clever. I imagine you are deadly too.
N: You are charming Carlo - I thank you for the information but I must go.
Serpicola kissed her hand twice and looked longingly at her face. As Nikita walked from the room, his eyes traced the full length of her body.

Nikita spent the rest of the day checking out hotels and restaurants in Torino; showing Michael's picture and inquiring if he had been at their business. No one recognized having seen the man in the picture. Once back at her hotel, she went to the laptop and began entering codes regarding CIA European offices. The intel appeared; the CIA did indeed have an office at a bakery in Torino. Nikita made a note of the address. She entered more information into the laptop and then contacted Walter.

N: Walter, I've come up with some intel about the local CIA office but need more information about the agents working there.
W: Sure, I'll get on it and send the information right away. How are you doing?
N: Fine. I could have had a date with a handsome Italian policeman. (she laughed)
W: Oh - he must have been hitting on you - right?
N: Yes, and if he only knew I was pregnant with twins, I'm sure he would have lost interest.
W: I doubt it. Okay - I found something on the Torino CIA. Oh, oh, I don't think you're going to get much from these agents.



N: Why - what's the problem?
W: You remember those two CIA agents that Section captured in Turkey - thought they were Red Cell - well - it's the same two.
N: I'm not going to say I'm from Section. I thought I'd use a cover as a Scotland Yard agent.
W: Might work but if not - you may have to pay their office an after hours visit.
N: Hummm...that might be a better idea - in case they get territorial about intel on terrorists.
W: Your call but I remember these two agents as being real hard-a$$ types.
N: Thanks Walter - it's been a long day. I've been all over this city and found nothing so I think I'll have a bite to eat, then go to bed.
W: You take care of yourself Nikita - and please be careful!
N: I will - goodnight Walter.
Nikita logged off the computer after making note of the intel Walter had forwarded about the CIA agents. She picked up the hotel phone and ordered a light dinner to be sent to her room. After the dinner arrived, she sat eating and watched
television. The main news event was the current situation in Iraq. The subjec of bio-chemical weapons being hidden in Iraq was the latest fear in ongoing negotiations between the UN and Iraq. Nikita turned off the television, went into the bathroom and filled the tub. She removed her clothes and slipped into the water.
The soothing warmth of the water surrounded her; she closed her eyes - Michael's image appeared.



"Michael - I know you are out there - somewhere - I will find you. Your seed is growing in me - babies - our babies. I will never give you up for dead; we will be together again and raise our children - together."
Tears rolled down her face as she lathered the soap and washed her body. Nikita lay still, soaking in the water, then got out of the bath, toweled herself and looked in the full length mirror. Her body was only showing a slight bulge in the abdomen; she might even be able to still fit into the mission gear she had brought. "If the doctor hadn't confirmed it - I wouldn't think I was even having twins. Maybe I'll start turning into that whale next month. She smiled as she recalled the doctor telling her how some women became sexually aggressive with their partners as their pregnancies progressed. In fact some women couldn't get enough sex during their pregnancy. Oh well - I don't have to worry about that." She thought of Helmet - poor man - if I do start feeling that way.....no I couldn't do that to him."

Nikita slipped into the bed; the affect of the hot bath and fatigue swept over her. She drifted into a deep sleep. After two hours, she began tossing and turning in the bed. She could feel herself tied to a wooden chair; a large man stood in front of her and slapped her face and punched her abdomen. Nikita called out for the man to stop hitting her, "No, don't hurt me; don't hit me there - I'm pregnant - you'll harm my child!"
Suddenly a figure came crashing through an upper window.



"Michael - I'm here - over here!" She struggled to free herself but the figure did not approach her.



The figure kept crashing through the window over and over. "I'm here Michael! Help me!"
Nikita awoke, her body covered in sweat. She rose from the bed and got a drink of water. She returned to the bed and lay staring at the ceiling. Soon sleep returned: she rolled over on top of a man. She was kissing him; not sure of who he was.



She was loving this man, feeling him inside her. The image drifted away. Another man appeared; she was in a swimming pool with him; loving him

This image drifted away and Nikita tossed in the bed. Then the image of Michael and her appeared; she reached out; she could feel him love her.

Her body writhed under Michael as he thrust into her. She called out: "Michael! Michael!" After their lovemaking, Michael rolled off her, got up from the bed and walked to a window - he disappeared through the opening. Nikita followed him to the window and looked out; Michael was walking on a beach - away from her. She called to him: he walked into the horizon. Nikita awoke - her body bathed in sweat.


The next morning Nikita rose, showered, ate a quick breakfast in her room and left to go to the bakery where the CIA had their covert office.



She stood across the street from the building. After an hour both the CIA agents walked out the door. They got into a car and drove off. Nikita quickly entered the bakery. A lone attendant was putting bread onto shelves.
Attendant: Yes, may I be of service.
N: (walking up to the attendant) Yes - I would like a loaf of whole wheat please.
The attendant picked up a loaf and began wrapping it. At the same time Nikita walked up to him and pricked him with a knock-out drug. The attendant fell to the floor. Nikita slipped into the back room - an office with computers and tracking equipment lined the walls of the room. "Brother - these CIA agents do trust their bakery store cover." She began looking through desks and files. Nothing - no information about a man resembling Michael. Suddenly, a woman appeared from a hidden door. "Who the hell are you!" , she demanded. Nikita swung around and pointed her gun at the woman. "Good timing - you can help me upload the computer files!" Nikita forced the woman into the chair at a computer terminal. "I want you to find me information on all suspected terrorists recently spotted in Torino or anywhere else in Italy."
Woman: Why the hell should I do that - who are you!



N: If you want to live - you'll do it now!
W: You don't scare me - you're not going to use that gun.
N: (thrusting the gun into the woman's mouth) Try me!
The woman looked startled and sputtered, Oh...okay..
Nikita removed the gun from the woman's mouth.
W: I just wanted to know who you are.
N: I'm with Scotland Yard - the CIA haven't been co-operating with us lately and we're getting a little pissed with them.
W: Why didn't you say. I just work for them - inputing data. But if you're with the British - fine - what do you want to know?
N: All intel on terrorist sightings in Italy, especially Torino. (Nikita pulled out the police photograph Walter had sent her) Also, scan this photo and show me what information you have.
W: The CIA agents might not want me to do this.
N: Do it! I'll deal with the CIA.
The woman began typing codes into the computer - a list of possible terrorists appeared. She then scanned the photo.
N: Print out the information.
The printer spit out the information from the computer and the scanned photo. Nikita grabbed it. "Is this everything?"
W: Yes, that's all. I've tried all the coding I know.
N: Right. Well - sweet dreams.
Nikita pricked the woman with the same knock-out drug and as the woman slumped over the desk, Nikita quickly checked the room then slipped out the front door.

Nikita entered her hotel room; quickly turned on the computer and copied the intel from the CIA printout. The computer digested the information and searched for records. Nikita took a bottle of water from the mini-bar and grabbed some fruit from the nearby table. She sat sipping the water and eating an apple. After half and hour, the last updated intel appeared on the screen. The only information on the suspect who might have been Michael was what officer Serpicola had already given her.



She got up and walked to the hotel window, and thought to herself, "nothing, absolutely nothing. It's like he vanished in thin air."
The information showed the CIA had actually been distracted by current events in tracing a terrorist suspected in the recent Bali bombing and although there were possible leads in Greece and Turkey, they had temporarily abandoned follow-up of leads in Thessaloniki and Ankara.
Nikita returned to the computer and called up Walter.



His image appeared on the screen
Walter: Nikita, you okay....did you find anything?
N: No I haven't - not anything I didn't already know.
W: So what now?
N: I guess I'll return to Ibiza. I haven't heard from Helmet, has he come back yet?
W: He's due in tonight.
Nikita did not reply.
W: Hey....you okay?
N: Yes, I just thought this lead would track Michael's whereabout, that's all.
W: Sugar, get back here.
N: Yes, okay....there's a flight out to Rome and then Madrid first thing in the morning. Please let Helmet know.
W: I'm sorry Nikita....I shouldn't have got your hopes up by showing you that intel.
N: It's fine Walter. I think I might try and get some rest now.
W: See you tomorrow, Sugar.
N: Goodbye Walter.

The next morning Nikita caught a connector from Torino to Rome; she then boarded an Alitalia flight to Madrid. As she sat in the first class window seat waiting for the plane to depart, a tall dark, suave looking man sat next to her. He smiled, "Hello, I believe I am seated next to you."



Nikita smiled back. "Yes, fine." She turned and once again looked out the window. The take-off sign flashed and the plane taxied down the runway. Soon the jet was streaking through the sky towards Mardrid. Once the no-seatbelt sign came on, Nikita undid the belt, took off her sunglasses and put her seat back. A stewardess came and asked if Nikita and the man next to her wanted drinks. Nikita ordered an orange juice, the man a double martini. When the drinks arrived, the man turned to Nikita. "Excuse me, you are British?"
N: Uh, well yes.
Man: Your accent sounds slightly British but with a little something different.
N: I'm originally from Australia.
Man: Ahhhh, that explains it. Then your accent is mid-Pacific, (he laughs) or mid-Atlantic.
N: I guess.
Man: You are very beautiful, are you a model?


N: (laughing) Ahh, well, I was at one time.
Man: You are not anymore?
N: No.
Man: You should still be a model. Are you yet involved in the fashion world?
N: Well, ah, yes....you could say so.
Man: Do you mind if I ask what you do?
N: I....ah...run a fashion agency.
Man: Oh, yes, I can see you have brains and beauty!

Nikita thought to herself, "God, I'm stuck with this guy for the whole trip, maybe I'll pretend to sleep."
Man: I see you do not wear a wedding ring - are you single?
N: I....I have a partner.
Man: Oh, too bad. But where are my manners. I have not introduced myself - my name is Dr. Nikos Agilo. I am the head of medical staff at Salonika Hellas hospital - that's in Greece.
N: Salonika - that's Thessaloniki?
A: Yes, correct - you have been to Greece?
N: (recalling a mission years ago) Only once but just to Athens.
A: You should visit Greece, especially the Greek islands - they are very beautiful.



N: (recalling Helmet's conversation about their upcoming visit to Greece) Well, maybe some day.
A: Were you in Rome on fashion agency business?
N: No, just tidying up some loose ends.
A: Loose ends, sorry my english is not perfect.
N: A few small business details.
A: Ahh, yes, myself also. I have been on Crete before Rome, arranging for some....ah, shipping to Spain.
N: You have other business interests besides being a doctor?
A: Ahhh, well.....yes I am also a businessman. I will travel to northern Spain - to the Basque area. Have you been there?
N: No - I understand it is very scenic.
A: Well, yes but there are also Basque separatists in the north.
N: Yes?
A: (trying to impress Nikita) I have travelled extensively in the world and have connections.
N: Connections?
A: To....to international dealings....



Nikita: I'm not sure I understand?
A: I can't go into details but suffice it to say, I am in the bio-chemical business.
N: (suddenly becoming more interested) What kind of bio-chemcials?
A: Oh, I've said to much - I'm afraid sitting next to a beautiful woman has distracted me. (he laughed)
N: We're just making conversation. Your work sounds very interesting though. How does it tie into the hospital in Salonika?
A: (laughing) Now, now - I've been talking too much.
At that moment the stewardness arrived asking if they wanted a light snack. Dr. Agilo ordered another martini; Nikita ordered a salad and more juice.
A: You are watching your weight? That is not much to eat.
N: (smiling) Yes, I'm watching my weight - lately, I've been putting on a few pounds.
After eating her salad, Nikita returned her tray to the stewardess. She smiled at Agilo, "If you don't mind, I am going to try to sleep a little before we land."
A: No, oh, yes - by all means - sleep.
Nikita put her seat back and closed her eyes. She thought of what Agilo had said. Her operative alarm bells were ringing. "Humm, bio-chemicals to the Basque area. Better tell Helmet about that - sounds strange."

The Alitalia jet arrived in Madrid and taxied to a stop. Dr. Agilo sat staring at Nikita. "Excuse me, will you be staying in Madrid? Myself, I have one night here then will travel north. Maybe we could have, ah, say, dinner together."
N: Thank you but no..my partner has arranged to pick me up.
A: Ahh, I see. Well it was very enjoyable talking to such an attractive British-Australian lady.
N: (smiling) Yes, enjoyable....thank you.

Inside the Madrid arrivals terminal, one of Helmet's men spotted Nikita and approached her. She handed him her luggage and they started for the far side of the airport and the tarmack where Helmet's private jet awaited.

Dr. Agilo watched Nikita walk off with Helmet's man as they disappeared into the crowd. Agilo thought to himself, "Oh what a lucky man he is to have such a wonderful woman."
Helmet's jet streaked off towards Ibiza and soon was setting down at the island airport. Helmet sat in a black Mercedes waiting. Nikita walked down the plane's steps. Helmet got out of the car, walked to Nikita, putting his arms around her and kissing her.



H: Nikita, I must admit I was worried. You are alright?
N: I'm fine, you and Walter worry too much.
H: I know you can look after yourself but being pregnant can cause....well....make reactions different.
N: Hormones running amuck!
H: Something like that. Walter tells me you were not able to find out much.
N: No - the CIA seems to have stopped looking. But the thing that puzzles me - even though I tapped their files, there is very little information as to why they think Michael might have been a terrorist. Other than a suspect in embassy bombings, they have no definite proof. He was picked up by MI6, taken to London, surfaced in Italy, then disappeared.
H: But all the information we had before showed he had been killed by a suicide bomber.
N: I know, that's what is so strange.
As they drove back to the villa, Helmet spoke softly to Nikita, "I don't know how to say this...but are you sure this person in Italy is the same man?"
N: Same man?
H: All the intel points to Michael being killed in Afganistan by the suicide bomber and now the British have a suspect and the CIA think he is bombing embassies. It doesn't make sense Nikita.
N: What are you saying?
H: I don't want to hurt you Nikita but....the facts don't make sense.
N: You don't believe he's alive, do you?
H: I'm sorry, no I don't think he is alive. There were bodies found.
N: He's alive Helmet - I can feel it.
H: Let's not talk about this anymore. In two days, I must go to Greece to track an arms dealer. He is suspected of selling missiles and possibly bio-chemical weapons to Iraq. I need to spend a few days in Athens then I thought we could go sailing around the Greek islands. You said you would come with me - you still.....well.....still want to go?
They had arrived at the villa - Helmet took Nikita's luggage and they walked through the front door into the main lounge.



H: You haven't answered me - will you come to Greece?
Nikita turned to Helmet, tears rolling down her face. "Helmet, what am I trying to do. That whole trip to Italy was a waste of time....and like you say...Michael was probably killed. I just keep thinking I'll find him...."
Helmet took her in his arms and stroked her hair. "Now, now...don't listen to what I say....go by your instincts. We will continue to look for him....follow up leads...whatever you want."
Nikita was now crying uncontrollably. "Helmet....I want to feel like a person again....I want to feel love...I want to be with someone...I want to be with you!"
H: Nikita...you are upset...you....
H: Helmet - I want you to make love to me!

Nikita wrapped her arms around Helmet and kissed him passionately. Helmet responded to her, thinking, "I have wanted this woman so much but......."
Nikita continued kissing Helmet and love biting his neck. He traced her body, feeling her thighs, bottom and back. She reached down and began undoing his pants; she forced her body against his, withdrew and reached in with her hand, grabbing his manhood - he moaned in response.
Helmet felt himself near the edge and grabbed Nikita's hand away. He wrapped her arms around her back and whispered, "No, I want to savor our love - you are driving me...."
Nikita pulled back and grinned, looking into his eyes, "I know you want me - take me here - right here on the floor."
H: I would prefer your bed or mine. (He smiled)
She began removing his clothes. First unbuttoning his shirt, his tie, his pants. When she made a grand move of pulling the pants to the floor; Helmet stood grinning. "You are driving me to distraction Nikita!"



Nikita: (looking at his erection) Yes, I can see that!
He took her hands, "Stop, please....let us go upstairs to my bedroom....."
Nikita started dancing around him. "You are too stuffy Helmet - I want to do it right here - on the floor, then on the piano, then out on the patio, then......"

With that Helmet walked to Nikita and swept her up in his arms. "My beautiful lady - you deserve something better than the floor."

Helmet carried Nikita upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside the room, he laid her on the bed and kissed her gently. She pulled him down on top of her, hungrily kissing him. He pulled back and whispered, "Let me remove your clothes - I want to see your exquisite body."
Nikita laughed, "Ha, you want to see a whale in waiting more like!"
Helmet gently removed her clothes and began kissing her stomach. "I told you, I don't see any whales here."
Nikita pulled Helmet's head to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She gasped for air and sputtered breathlessly. "I warned you - about what the doctor told me - pregnant women get very passionate!"
H: Nikita - you are a wonder...never have I known a woman like....
N: ....me - ha. I warned you!
Helmet smothered her in kisses; Nikita's body was writhing and thrusting. "I want you in me, please....!"
Helmet rolled Nikita over and she placed herself on his erection. He thrust up as she pounded her body onto him. Helmet could not control himself as his climax coursed through his body - he arched his back up to meet her pounding body. Nikita cried out as her climax washed over her. When she came down, she fell onto Helmet's chest. He whispered to her, "My love....my beautiful, wonderful Nikita....no woman...I....I love you Nikita...."
She lay motionless; she did not speak. Helmet rolled her over and pulled the duvee over their bodies. "I love you...you must know that...I will do anything....give you anything you want...just stay with me....be with me....love me Nikita."

Nikita lay motionless; she did not speak. Helmet rolled her over and pulled the duvee over their bodies. "I love you....you must know that...I will do anything...give you anything you want...just stay with me...be with me...love me Nikita."
Still Nikita said nothing.



The two lay together: no words were spoken. Soon Nikita drifted off to sleep. Helmet stroked her hair and gently kissed her face. A breeze blew the light curtains on the open window; and in the distance - a fog horn blew - warning ships of onshore dangers.
The bedside telephone rang. Nikita stirred and awoke; she smiled at Helmet, then got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. Helmet sat in the bed speaking into the telephone.



H: Yes, yes, I understand. Good - I will leave for Greece tomorrow afternoon.
He rung off from the call and punched in another number, "Kurt - have the jet ready for a flight to Greece in the afternoon."
Nikita came out of the bathroom. Helmet smiled, "You look radiant, my love!"
N: I must of dozed off. Sorry, I guess the flight from Italy and (she grinned) all your randy lovemaking exhausted me. I ran a bath for you.
Helmet rose from the bed, walked to Nikita and took her in his arms, "Do you remember anything I said to you?"
N: Of course.
H: Well, what did I say then?
N: Ahh, (she grinned) You thought I was a beautiful pregnant lady.
H: Not what I said!
N: Sorry.
H: I told you I loved you.
N: Helmet, I remember....well..most of what you said. And I would so like to feel the same love for you....but...
H: You love Michael.
N: I will always love him.
H: Even if he is dead.



Nikita walked to the large bedroom window and looked out into the fog. "You may be correct - he probably did die in Afganistan. The terrorist in Italy....well looked like him...but...
H: (walking over and putting his arms around her) I understand your love for him Nikita...he will always be in your heart...but if sometime when you heal...you could find a place for me ...I love you so much...you make me so happy....
N: (smiling) Are you sure it's not just the lovemaking we just did.
H: That was the most wonderful love I have had...but it was so because of how I feel about you...and when you are ready...if you find it in your heart....I would be most honored if you would marry me.
Nikita: Helmet......I....
H: Don't answer me now....come to Greece with me. We will spend a few days on business, then go sailing through the Greek Islands.
Nikita put her arms around Helmet. "How can I ever thank you for being the most wonderful man in my life."
H: Nikita....I am a realist...I know the most wonderful man in your life is the father of the two children in your womb. I want to be the second most wonderful man in your life.

That night - Helmet and Nikita made love again. Helmet's life until meeting Nikita had been one of work, deception of his father, politics, and flight from death. When he had re-met Nikita - when she had contacted him from London and said she wanted to come to Ibiza, his heart had raced. Even if she never loved him in return; he would look after her, love her and her unborn children. But now - she had wanted him - his body - to make love to him. Could he ever hope for her love in return - maybe she was coming to terms with Michael's death. Could she be starting to love him?
The next day, Nikita said goodbye to Walter, and Helmet and her drove to the private jet. They sat aboard the plane as it streaked towards Greece. Nikita rose from her seat and came to sit next to Helmet. "Oh, I forgot to mention about a man I met aboard the flight from Italy. I don't know why but - there was something strange about him. He was trying to impress me, I know, but he talked about bio-chemicals and shipping them to Spain. He was a doctor. Hummm, actually a doctor from....humm, I'm not sure but he talked about coming from Crete."
H: He was exporting bio-chemicals?
N: Not sure. His name was Dr. Nikos Agilo. Maybe we should do a trace on him.
H: (smiling) Well, are we working together now as well as....



N: (reaching over and putting her hand on Helmet's lips) Shuuuuush! Okay, you do a trace on him. I don't know, my operative bells starting ringing when I heard him talking, that's all.
H: Fine. I'll have Walter and Lutz do a trace.
Helmet swung his chair around to a computer terminal and tapped information onto the keyboard.



H: What did you say his name was?
N: Dr. Nikos Agilo.
H: Humm - Greek. Maybe we can track this fellow and the arms dealer I've been after.
The pilot annnounced the landing in fifteen minutes as Helmet finished transferring the information to his villa on Ibiza. They buckled up as the jet came in for a landing at a secondary airport in Athens.

It was dusk as Helmet and Nikita drove to a private villa outside Athens. The glittering lights of the city could be seen in the distance. Nikita rested her head on Helmet's shoulder.
H: You must be tired - when we get to the villa - why not go to bed and get some much needed sleep.
N: I am tired....I guess that trip to Italy took more out of me. Didn't use to bother me - it must be the pregnancy.
H: There's three of you now. You need to get more sleep and eat more.
N: Who's villa is this we are staying at?
H: An American film star. Maybe you've heard of him - Robert Redford.

N: (smiling) Of course I've heard of him - he's talented and very good looking. But how do you know him?
H: (laughing) I have my ways.
N: Come on....where did you meet him and why is he letting you use his villa?
H: I met him in Colorado. I was with Interpol and was hired out to authenticate a film he was producing.
N: Helmet, I didn't know you were in the film business!
H: Don't tease. It was a spy film - Redford was producing and directing. He wanted facts and details authentic.
N: What was he like?
H: A gentleman.
N: Hummm, will he be at the villa?
H: Ohhh, do I sense a fan wanting to meet a movie star?
N: Now who's teasing!
H: No - he's in the U.S. He lets me use the villa when I come to Greece.
N: Too bad - I would have enjoyed talking to him. Does he know what business you're in now?
H: Not really...he thinks I'm still with Interpol.
The limo pulled up to the villa. A man walked quickly from the entrance and opend the car door. "Welcome sir, I've been expecting you. Oh, and welcome madame."
Helmet and Nikita walked in followed by two men carrying their luggage.
Man: I took the opportunity to prepare a light supper for you but I'm sure you would like to freshen up first. Smith will see you to your room. Would you like to eat in the diningroom or I could have the meal brought to your room?
Helmet: Our room would be fine.
Man: Very good sir.

Nikita and Helmet were ushered into a suite. Smith directed the men with the luggage to place the bags on a settee. He then went to close the enormous drapes over the balcony window.
Helmet: No, that's okay, leave the drapes open. We would like to look at the lights of Athens.
Smith: Very good sir. Would you like your supper served in about an hour?
H: (looking at Nikita) No, bring it sooner, we are rather tired.
S: Very good, I'll have it brought up within the next half-hour.
Smith closed the door and Nikita started giggling. "I feel like we're in some sort of old film." Helmet laughed, "It is all rather grand - very film-set-like. Surprising really, Mr. Redford is very un-grand, very down to earth. Why don't we have a soak - I'm sure there's a comfortable tub in here." He opened the bathroom door. "Yes, large enough for six people!"
N: Sounds wonderful. (She started removing some of her clothes) So what are your plans for the next few days? And how can I help?
H: I will be meeting some business contacts that are filtering intel on arms dealers in Europe. You can join in if you want, but I imagine we will be spending hours on computers doing the tracking. Why not take the opportunity to just relax.
N: I'll be bored Helmet. I'll come with you - if that's okay.
H: No problem. I could use your expertise. (wrapping his arms around her) We make a good team, working and.....

Nikita: (kisses him) We are good together but....I'm just not ready yet to.....
H: I understand. Take all the time you need - I'll be here for you Nikita.

Nikita smiled and went to the bathroom; Helmet's eyes followed her, he felt his desire rising as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Within the hour, their supper arrived and was placed on a large table at one end of the room. Nikita emerged from her bath wrapped in an oversized terrytowel robe. "I found this robe - wonder if it belongs to Robert." She laughed.
Helmet: Maybe - come and eat. They have wine and water but I'll call down for some juice or milk for you.
N: Ohhhhh, I want to have some wine. One little glass - I promise - I'm sure it will be fine.
H: Your choice.
They sat eating the frenched pork tenderloin, potatoes, greens and Greek salad.
N: Hummm, this is excellent; I didn't realize how hungry I was. But you're not eating - this not to your taste.



Helmet sat nibbling on his meal. He was more interested in watching Nikita. "You are so beautiful Nikita."
N: Oh sure - sitting here eating like a starving person, wearing a big bathrobe.
H: It doesn't matter what you wear or are doing - I just want to watch.
N: Helmet - you're making me embarrassed. You always were the charmer. I'm not used to that. Come on eat your dinner.
When they finished eating, Helmet called to have the dishes removed. Once they were alone in the suite, Helmet walked over to Nikita who was standing at the balcony window. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned her head back onto his chest.



N: This view is amazing...so beautiful...
H: You make me so happy Nikita. I'm glad you came on this trip. We'll get the business out of the way, then go sailing through the islands.
He kissed her hair and neck. She turned to face him. "Why not go have a soak...I'm just going to have a quick lie down - I think these kiddies I'm packing around have wore me out."
H: Fine - I'll join you after my bath.
Helmet went to the bathroom and ran the water. He kept the door open and continued talking to Nikita as he sat in the tub.



H: You know before you have the babies, you should think about where you want to live. Of course, I would like you with me, but I know you need time to....well....forget things. You know....the bad things....anyway, we could turn that large upstairs den into a babies room. What do you think?
Nikita lay on the bed. She was fast alsleep.

The next day, they sat in the limo as it entered Athens. The car pulled up to a large office tower. Nikita and Helmet took the elevator to the top floor. They were then ushered into an office where three men in business suits sat at a conference table. They shook hands and sat down. A bank of computers sat at the end of the table.
Bus.Man: We might as well get down to business. The transfer of funds you promised has been finalized so let's get into the details.
The rest of the day was spend tracking suspected arms dealers throughout the European continent.



Nikita scanned a tracking screen and worked on a laptop, downloading intel.
The following day, the same routine took place and as the end of the day approached, Nikita reminded Helmet of her meeting on the flight to Madrid and the doctor named Agilo. Information was inputed. One of the businessmen looked up at the name Agilo.
Man: Why do you want information of this man? I know him. He is a doctor in Salonika.
Helmet: We have reason to believe he is transporting illegal products into Spain.
Man: I see. Well - let's look if there is more information then.
No further information appeared on Agilo. Nikita rose from her chair and walked to Helmet at the far end of the room.



N: Do you trust these contacts? He said he was a friend of Agilo.
H: I trust only as much as money will insure their intel.
N: Can we tap into more intel through their sources?
H: Yes, I downloaded further information on bio-chemical weapons out of Crete. These men have only been paid for specifics I contracted for but I have some information they didn't realize was appearing through the screening.
Nikita and Helmet began packing up their own computers and files. They shook hands with the businessmen and left.



The following day was spent at the villa tracking leads from the information they had obtained.
H: We will have to take this back to Ibiza and perform further follow-up. It's all we can do for now. (He looked over at Nikita who was reclining on a sofa) So, now we can go sailing. I've had Smith hire a sailboat for us. We will drive to Anavissos and pick the boat up there. I figure about five days at sea - how's that sound to you.
N: Wonderful! Thank you Helmet.
H: No, thank you for being here and coming sailing with me.
Nikita sat of the sofa smiling.

Meanwhile back on Mykonos, Katerina had been gone for five days. She had called Michael every day, while he had tried to occupy his time by swimming in the pool, reading books from Katerina's library and going for walks in the village. On the sixth day, he awoke and decided he would go into the village and rent a sailboat. He had noticed the boats the day before but had decided to push the image of sailing from his mind because it reminded him of Nikita. But when he awoke today, he decided he must face the images that haunted him. Today, he would go sailing.
After he showered and ate breakfast, he was about to get dressed when the telephone rang. It was Katerina.
K: Michael, how are you today?



M: I am good - and you? How is your work going?
K: Work is very busy, very chaotic. And the head of the hospital, Dr. Agilo....I don't know Michael, I shouldn't burden you with this, but there's something strange going on. He left for Crete and won't return for over a week. But....well....he sent me some files, some encrypted files, and I copied them.
M: On your computer here at the house?
K: Yes......
M: And you think there is some sort of problem?
K: I don't know, that's just it.....but things are not right here at the hospital.
M: What sort of things aren't right?
K: There is information floating around that....oh, I don't know Michael...I don't want to involve you with this.
M: Katerina if I can help, please let me.
K: No, no, it's just....well the work is getting to me...and what I really want is to be there with you. It's probably nothing...I'm making something out of nothing. What are you going to do today?
M: I though I would go sailing.
K: That's a wonderful idea. But please be careful.
Michael laughed, "I'll be very careful but I have been sailing before."
K: Yes, well....fine....but please be careful. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I miss you. Goodbye.
M: Goodbye Katerina.

Michael hung up the telephone and finished dressing. As he was walking towards the front door he stopped, turned and went into the study. Katerina's computer sat on her desk.



Michael sat down and turned it on. He worked for half and hour. The internet did not interest him so he began downloading some of Katerina's files. There were not many files of interest - only medical references, and notes to herself. Michael recalled meeting Dr. Nikos Agilo at the hospital in Salonika. His memories were very fuzzy and all he could recall was an abrupt man who wanted to dispose of an unwanted patient. Michael's memories were clouded but there was something about the man, something he could not put his finger on. He continued to work at the computer. There were notations about encrypted email files but they had been downloaded onto disc. Michael thought to himself, "If I really wanted to spend the time, I could get into the system and find out what the files were." He turned and gazed out the window, "Not today, maybe another time." With that he turned the computer off and rose. He left through the front door. Katerina had left her sports car for Michael to use; he entered the garage and started the powerful engine.



As Michael drove along the coastline into the village, he thought to himself, "Why am I staying here? Staying with this woman. I must have some purpose. True it is safe here. There was no evidence the authorities had come close to tracking his whereabouts but he was beginning to feel useless not doing anything. He had always had a purpose. What had that purpose been?"
He shook his head as he drove along. "He knew what his purpose had been - Nikita. She had been his reason for living and now he no longer had her."
He pulled the car into the boat rental dock, turned the engine off and sat in the car.



Michael closed his eyes and once again Nikita's face drifted before him. "No, no Nikita - you must not do this to me. You are gone. No ..........."
He suddenly jumped out of the car and walked into the office. The attendant gave him a form to fill out; Michael paid with cash and walked out to a sailboat moored at the dock. Once aboard, he used the small onboard motor to manoeuvre out of the harbor. When he was beyond the spit of land, he raised the sails. The wind immediately took the sails full. A strong wind took Michael out into the Aegean. The attendant had warned him that the winds were very strong today.



Michael fought hard to bring the boat about and head back into the harbor. It felt good to be using his body and mind like this. He had needed this physical and mental challenge. As the sailboat approached the harbor opening, he once again brought the boat around and let the wind grab the sails and shoot him out to sea. On this pass, the winds were not a strong and Michael was able to manoeuver the boat farther east. He spotted another boat, a much larger one, off the bow. He reined in some sail as his boat was rapidly approaching the larger craft. As he was tightening sail, he spotted people aboard the large boat. Michael squinted into the sun.



He could see a blonde woman and a man in the stern of the boat. Suddenly a gust of wind grabbed Michael's boat and he fought to keep it from pitching over. He quickly brought it about and began heading back to the harbor. As his small sailboat sped away, he turned and looked back at the large boat.



Now he could barely make out the images of the man and woman as they grew distant. Michael steered the small craft back to the moorage on the dock. He tied up the sailboat and turned to look out to the sea. He then returned some gear to the attendant, got in the sports car and drove off down the coast back to Katerina's villa.
Meanwhile, the large sailboat headed eastward towards Rhodes. Aboard the large craft, Helmet and Nikita took the wheel of the boat. Helmet stood behind Nikita and wrapped his arms around her and grasped the wheel. Together they steered the boat; laughing as large waves bounced off the bow. There were no other boats to be seen on the horizon. Earlier in the day a small sailboat had approached them coming from the direction of Mykonos. The heavy seas had forced the small craft to come about and head back towards Mykonos. That small sailboat was the only craft they had seen all day
Helmet shouted over the wind. "I'll have Hans come back up and steer for awhile, you must be getting tired!" Nikita hollered back, "No, this is fantastic; I'm not tired. Let's stay up top until we reach Rhodes!"
H: Nikita, it's over two hours away. And even if you're not getting tired, I am.
N: You wimp! Okay, go get Hans. I can manage by myself until he comes up.
H: You're sure...the wind is....
N: I'm fine. Now go get him - if you must!
Helmet released his hold on the wheel and started to go below. Nikita fought the wheel as the wind pushed the large boat eastward. She felt strong; she loved the feeling of the boat racing through the water. As she looked to the horizon, she thought, "Michael would have loved this - he loved sailing."

Nikita and Helmet had arrived at Dr. Ian Leslie's villa on Rhodes. They had settled in their room and as Nikita unpacked clothes, Helmet started for the door. "Ian and I will deal with a bit of business, then we will have lunch on the patio."
N: Fine, I'll read for awhile.
Helmet kissed Nikita and smiled, "We shouldn't be more than an hour or so; I'll give you a shout when lunch is being served."
N: Sounds good. See you.

Helmet walked down the corridor and out to the patio. Ian Leslie sat at a computer, smoking a pipe and looked up as Helmet approached. "So, is your charming lady resting?"
H: Yes, she's reading.
IL: So Helmet, your life has taken a few turns since we last met. I understand your operation is expanding. (he laughs) Trying to compete with MI6 and Interpol now.
H: Hardly...it seems like one mission rolls into another.
IL: Well, it's good you are taking some time for yourself...and especially with such an attractive companion. You inferred she was also in the business?
H: She was an operative with Section One.
IL: Oh, my goodness...she has been through the hoops. No wonder she changed...uh...employers.
H: Well, she hasn't actually left Section - I guess you could say she's on sabbatical. Her father is head of Center.
IL: Hummm, the plot thickens. But don't tell me anymore. In our line of work...there are some things we should not know.
H: I have private intel she doesn't know about but...uh, her father knows she is staying with me. They would have found her before now and taken her back to Section.
IL: Why is the father trusting you with his daughter.

Helmet: I guess I'm the lesser of two evils. And he knows my work - I've actually done some work together with Center.
IL: And she isn't aware of this?
H: No. It would be just one more complication.
Ian Leslie rose from his chair and walked to a small bar. He poured out two glasses of single malt scotch; handing one glass to Helmet, he smiled. "My friend....I think this woman has you beguiled."
H: (taking the glass and smiling) I'm afraid so.
IL: In your line of work - such beguilement can have dire results.
H: I know that too my friend. And...well..I don't quite know how to ask you this - but knowing you are a medical doctor....
IL: Retired doctor.
H: Well yes but...I need your professional help...I wouldn't ask but - well - you're a friend in addition to being a doctor.
IL: Yes.

Helmet: Well yes but...I need your professional help...I wouldn't ask but - well - you're a friend in addition to being a doctor.
IL: Yes.

H: Uh, oh, this is difficult to talk about but....you see I'm not sure I can satisfy Nikita....ah, sexually....
IL: I see.
H: Oh, this is rather embarrassing to talk about.
IL: She's a very beautiful woman.
H: Yes, and also sexually aggressive.
IL: Lucky you!
H: Uh....well...I want to please her when we make love but I am.....
IL: Go ahead my friend - spell it out - she wants you to do things you've never done before.
H: No - not that - I want to please her - satisfy her....but she makes me so excited....
IL: You climax before satisfying her.
H: Yes....yes, that's correct.
IL: My friend, you are trying too hard. Relax with her.
H: There's more - she's still in love with the father of her unborn children.
IL: Ahhhh, she's pregnant - and children.....?
H: She's having twins.
IL: Oh, oh - double jeopardy.
H: What do you mean?
IL: Helmet - I can see you are totally in love with this woman but if she still loves another man - you can never satisfy her.
H: No - I can't believe that. There must be a doctor - a psychologist that can talk to both Nikita and myself.....
IL: To make Nikita love you and forget the other man.
H: The other man is dead.
IL: Then she's still mourning him.
H: Yes.
IL: Well you asked my professional opinion - here it is - be very patient and gentle with her. As her pregnancy progresses she will need the support of a man.

H: I understand that....but...well....I didn't think she would be so sexually demanding.
IL: That happens with some women during their pregnancy.
H: She dreams....ah...sexual dreams about the other man.
IL: Ah....yes. Look my friend - I know of a woman psychiatrist in Salonika. She's an excellent analyst. I can give her a call. When you return to Athens - get in touch with her. You will have to go to Salonika cause she's at the hospital there. Maybe talking to her - both of you - will help.
H: What's her name?
IL: Dr. Katerina Meracles.
H: I'll try to talk Nikita into speaking with her.
IL: You both need to speak to her. She may help - actually she's a remarkable woman. Her ex-husband is wealthy - in the shipping business. He left her for another woman but she's devoted her life to medicine. But enough - here let me find you her number.



Just then Nikita appeared on the patio. "You two have discussed enough business - I'm starving - when's lunch?"
IL: (handing Helmet a paper containing a phone number) Of course, my dear. I will have Jones prepare lunch immediately. Helmet has told me of your pregnancy...so you must be hungry.
Nikita smiled.

Michael returned from sailing and drove the sports car into the garage.

He entered Katerina's house and threw his gear on the sofa. After drinking some bottled water, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water washed over his body as he closed his eyes and lathered the shampoo through his hair. He rinsed the suds and stood motionless enjoying the pulsing water.

After drying himself, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the den. The phone rang - it was Katerina.
K: Michael, I called earlier but you must have still been sailing - how was it?
M: Very enjoyable - the wind was strong - I may go again tomorrow.
K: Please be careful...I don't want anything to happen...oh, Michael, I miss you.
M: When will you return?
K: I'm not sure....a few days....there are strange things happening here. The police...international police were here looking for Dr. Agilo.
M: What do they want him for?
K: That's just it - they won't say. They wanted his computer - and took it away. But....well, he has a private computer in a lab on the second floor. They didn't take that one.
M: Katerina....why are you so concerned about this?
K: I think he may be involved in something....very dangerous...and illegal.
M: You said he sent you some encrypted files and you downloaded them onto disc. Would you like me to examine the content.
K: You can do that?
M: Well, I think I can remember...some old skills I have. Where is the disc?
K: I put it in a book - it's on the shelf next to the door. The book is the history of Mykonos. Michael I tried looking at the content when he sent the files - I couldn't understand anything.
M: He may have used secure sockets layering.
K: What?
M: Let me have a look at the disc and I will get back to you. You may have to go online with his private computer and connect with yours here on Mykonos.
K: Michael you sound like you know alot about computers - I didn't realize....but why connect his computer with mine?
M: It's a means of tracing traffic data from Agilo's server.
K: It all sounds like.......
M: ......Greek to you.....(he laughed)
K: Now you are making fun. But I love to hear you laugh - it means you are better. I so wish I was there with you....I.....I keep remembering what a wonderful lover you are and....oh...I'm getting embarrassed.



M: How many more days will you be in Salonika before travelling to the conference in Athens?
K: At least two days....then a week in Athens. It will seem like an eternity. I miss you.
M: You take care Katerina....don't let this trouble with Agilo upset you. I'll look at the disc and call me in the morning - then maybe we can connect the two computers.
K: Alright. Well, this gives you something to occupy your time anyway - but I am amazed how knowledgeable you are about computers. Sometime you will have to let me in on your secret about your life before we met - well, what you remember. Maybe you were a computer genius.
M: I don't think so. I used computers in my work.
Michael heard an intercom calling for Dr. Meracles in the background.
K: Oh, I better go now Michael. I...ah...I so miss you. I'll call tomorrow morning.
M: Take care - and don't worry about this.
K: Goodbye....and...Michael...I....I love.....
M: Goodbye Katerina.
Michael replaced the receiver.

Michael replaced the receiver; returned to the bedroom and pulled on some clothes. He then went back to the den and walked over to the bookshelf and removed the disc from the book Katerina had mentioned. He picked up a bottle of water, and sat in front of the computer. He inserted the disc and uploaded the content. The information was padlocked with encyption.



Michael began inputting algorithms to attempt breaking the encryption. He smiled to himself, "Hummm, I obviously used this skill when I worked for the government agency...the memory of how to perform this just appears from no-where....strange."
Michael spent the next few hours working on public-key and symmetry encryption codes. He continued to amaze himself where the knowledge was coming from. His fingers just tapped the information onto the keyboard and information appeared on the screen.
As evening wore on Michael stood and stretched; leaving the computer he entered the kitchen and put some pasta on to cook.



He opened a bottle of merlot and sat sipping the wine; he reached over and turned on the stereo. Guitar jazz filtered throughout the house - there was something familiar about the music and as Michael sat eating the pasta and sipping his wine, he remembered. He and Nikita had been on a stake-out in Montreal. They had spent two days and nights hold-up in a room over a jazz club, wire-tapping a possible money launderer. In the end the mission had proved futile as the owner of the jazz club had slipped away. He remembered they had been somewhat distracted with each other and hence failed to notice the club owner melt into the night. He recalled how his superiors had not been too pleased with the outcome of the mission.



He smiled to himself remembering how Nikita and he had danced slowly around the room to the jazz music as if filtered up from the club. They made love throughout the night to that same jazz music. Michael closed his eyes and stood; the music washed over him - he could feel Nikita's skin, her hair, her lips.



His hips swayed to the sounds from the stereo; he could feel her body pressed to his; he could feel her pushing into him and felt his arousal begin to overtake his body. "Nikita...Nikita...I don't want you to haunt me...you must not haunt me like this....please leave me......"
The jazz song on the stereo ended and Michael grabbed his glass of wine and swallowed the rest. He poured more wine and returned to the den and began again inputting algorithms into the computer - codes appeared - they looked to be chemical formulas followed by locations and dates. But only one-half the information was appearing. "Yes, like I thought, I will have to connect to Agilo's private computer to get the other half of the intel. This doctor is more than a medical doctor - he appears to be involved in something else. This would explain why the international police want to see him. Michael inserted another disc and copied the intel he had discovered. He returned both discs to the history book and turned off the computer. He walked out to the pool area and looked out to the sea; a full moon illuminated the water. Michael thought to himself, "I must not stay here; I must not let Katerina love.....she is....a wonderful woman and I must not hurt her. Already, she has become too attached....but I can't just disappear - I could find out more what this situation is with Agilo - I could leave and follow-up what he is doing - but why - why should I do that....hummm....because I have no purpose....no reason. Yes, after I talk to her and try to figure out what this whole situation is with Agilo - I can pass it onto - ah, say Interpol and then disappear. But to disappear from her life is a cowards way out - but I can't stay with her....but why not?"



Michael shouted out, "NIKITA!" Why will you not release me! Let me live! Please stop haunting me!"

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