Trick or Treat

by CeCe Squires
copyright (c) 1998

Let me first warn everyone. This is my first attempt at writing, but, here goes: DISCLAIMERS: La Femme Nikita and its characters are the property of USA Networks, Joel Surnow, Warner Bros., etc. No copyright infringement intended, all rights reserved.

Nikita stood at the bar, sipping a glass of wine. At least at a Halloween costume party, she could fanaticize about a normal life. Right at the moment, life was anything but normal. She had just completed another dangerours mission; Michael was preoccupied elsewhere, with someone else, as usual; and she was alone in a large crowd of party-goers.

As she turned to gaze at the crowd, a man sat beside her. He had been sitting there alone for sometime, when Nikita happened to turn and found herself face to face with him; eyes suddenly locked, eyes bright with sudden recognition. It was very ironic -- she had presumedly died in a fiery explosion at one point in her life. Now she was confronted with another operative presumed dead in a fiery explosion as well.

Jurgen put his finger to his lips, and nodded his head towards the door. Without a word, Nikita and Jurgen left the club togeter, into the night. They walked a few blocks, arm in arm to his car. He opened the door for Nikita, then got in the car, and they drove away, without a word.

Nikita was bursting with questions. She turned to Jurgen, about to say something, when again Jurgen put his finger to his lips and said, "Shh." All Nikita could do was sit closer to him, her head on his shoulder, her hand resting on his thigh. They drove for hours into the night, not saying a word.

Just as dawn was about to break, they arrived at a cabin deep in the woods. Jurgen got out of the car, went around to Nikita's side, and opened the door for her. He then led her inside, where he started removing her clothes, inspecting her body as he disrobed her. Once he had completed his inspection of her, he said, "It's good to finally be truly alone." He then took Nikita in his arms and towards the bed, Nikita unbuttoning his shirt.

"The hell with the shirt!" he cried, as he tossed Nikita on the bed, and ripped off his shirt. Nikita looked up at Jurgen and said, "Trick or treat?"

Jurgen replied with a smile, "Treat!"

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