- The Eye of Odin
By Camilla Sandman
Title: The Eye of Odin
Author: Camilla Sandman
Date written: March 6th -
E-mail addy: Cammy_Sandy@hotmail.com
Category: Crossover (La Femme Nikita/Water Rats)
Timeframe: Season 4 Water Rats, before Frank left, season 4 Nikita, after she has “returned to her old self”, so to speak
Disclaimer: I don’t own Water Rats, Hal does. I don’t own La Femme Nikita, USA Network & co does. But since no one thought of a crossover between the two, I own this!!
Author’s Note: This one if for Marius, my dear bro, who loves Nikita utterly. Happy birthday bro!!
Since I doubt most of you know much about Nordic Mythology, Odin was the King of the ancient Norse Gods, and according to the stories, he gave up his one eye for all the knowledge in the world.
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The night moved.
Nikita heard them before she saw them, drawing her weapon within a second. Michael had already moved to the left of her, his weapon drawn. Pure instinct made her turn a bit to the right, shooting the silent assassin in the water. Michael had already disposed of the two incoming on his left, now dealing with someone behind her. She couldn’t see if he hit, but trusted him to do so.
Two shots squarely in the chest of the last man coming at her, and then the night was silent again. Except for a groan. Running a few steps forward, Nikita saw Frank Holloway stagger on his feet.
“You alright?” she asked concerned.
“My head is killing me,” he muttered, then noticed the gun in her hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, fine. It was just someone trying to steal my purse,” she lied. “What happened to you?”
“Dunno. Someone just came out of nowhere and.. Auu!” he winced as she touched the bruise on his forehead.
“Better get it checked out,” she said gently, leading him away. Behind them a van pulled up, and the traces of the fight the night had hid, were gone forever.
Michael looked after Nikita and Frank with a calmness his heart didn’t share. Then he called Rachel.
***********
“Frank!” Rachel called out as she ran into the emercengy room. She was calmed by seeing him sitting on a table, very much alive and well, if in pain.
“Auu!” he complained as a nurse was cleaning his wound. “Rachel!”
“Michael called me,” she explained, “but he didn’t say what was wrong, I thought..”
“What, that you finally don’t have to clean up my mess anymore?”
She thwarted him hard on the arm.
“That’s not even funny Frank.”
“Sorry,” he muttered as the nurse excused herself, leaving only Rachel in the room.
“What happened?”
“Nikita says some purse nabbers must have knocked me over.. but..” he frowned. “Rachel.. Something is going on here. I heard shots, I know I did.”
“Shots?”
“Yes.. and Nikita came towards me, gun drawn. She said it was a purse nabber, but that just doesn’t add up.” He blinked, feeling the painkillers take effect.
“We can talk later. Come on, let me take you home.”
“Hmm..” There wasn’t much protest in him, as she let him lean on her, walking out.
“You know Michael and Nikita are involved,” he suddenly muttered into her neck.
“Yeah?” His breath felt hot on her, and she struggled to keep her balance as he seemed to lean heavier on her.
“Hmm.. They were kissing..”
“Frank, you’re falling asleep on me,” she complained.
“Sorry..” he straightened up, and the feel of his breath against her neck disappeared. She drove him home in silence, watching him fall into a light sleep in the seat next to her. She hated to wake him from the seemingly peaceful slumber, but he couldn’t sleep in her car. Finally she got him inside, after much cursing.
“Are you gonna undress me for bed?” he muttered halfway up the stairs, she had no breath to come up with a comeback line, so she only snickered.
He fell asleep on top of the sheets, snoring lightly. Feeling tired, she lay down next to him, only to rest, only to get her breath back from getting him up the stairs.
Soon she slept peacefully.
**********
Night went towards day, and light began breaking the darkness as the surviving hit man entered the safehouse.
“You failed,” came the accusing voice at once.
“They were too good!”
“You brought them with you!” The voice rose high with anger.
“No, no, no,” whimpered the man, but the sound of braking breaks told him he was wrong.
Death came swiftly.
**********
Section HQ
“Nikita and Michael just reported in,” Birkhoff announced to Operations as he walked into the office. “They found one of Red Cells hiding places, but it was almost deserted. They caught one, and are trying to get him to talk.”
“Tell them to use whatever means they find neccessary. Have they been exposed by anyone?”
“Negative. They report that the local detectives have no suspicions.”
“Watch them carefully anyway.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And tell Madeline I want to see her.”
“Yes, sir.”
As Birkhoff walked out, Operations looked down at one of his screens, smiling just barely. Section One could always use some new recruits.
*********
The phone was ringing. Her hand was searching desperately for the source of the sound, but she kept encountering something soft. Opening her eyes she tried figuring out why the roof didn’t have the colour it was supposed to have.
And Frank was snoring, the phone kept ringing and.. Her mind skipped back a beat.. Frank?
Picking up her phone, she sighed heavily.
“Yeah, Goldstein,” she replied, pushing Frank’s hand away from her stomach where it had been resting.
“This is Michael. We have a confession.”
“What?” she stood up, feeling her muscles groan in reply. That should teach her to fall asleep in her clothes.
“A confession. We have Matterson’s murderer.”
Now she was really awake, feeling several alarm bells go off in her head.
“You found Matterson’s murderer and he confessed, just like that?”
“Yes. He will be sent to the States as soon as possible.”
“I’ll be right there,” she declared, and hung up. She debated waking Frank, then decided not to. He had got a heavy blow to the head, and needed rest.
She walked out to the falling rain, wondering what about this felt so very wrong. The water that soaked her clothing, gave no answers. Neither did the dark clouds.
*********
Not a hint of blue sky could be seen through the thickness of the clouds, and you could almost be fooled to thinking there had never been a blue sky. There was only the clouds and the rain.
“We have the weapon.”
“Does Section know?”
“They might.”
“Can we deal with them?”
“Yes. There is a way. Through the local police.”
“Do it.”
The rain fell heavier.
**********
Rachel walked into the station like a drowned cat, but didn’t really care as she marched into her office. Michael and Nikita were already there, so was a man, his face pale and white except for one large bruise across his cheek.
“This is Nils Johanson. He escaped with Matterson, and has just admitted to killing him,” Michael announced without further ado.
“This guy?”
“Yes.”
“How did you find him?”
“He surrendered voluntarily.” She looked sternly at him, but found nothing to indicating that he was lying. Still, he had to be. Murderers just didn’t surrender.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“It doesn’t really matter how we got him, the important thing is that we did,” Nikita cut in. Rachel shifted her gaze to look at the young woman, before shifting back to Michael again. Frank was right. Something just wasn’t right with these two.
“We’ll be taking him back to the States,” Michael said after a few seconds silence.
“Will you?”
“Yes. It’s been cleared.”
“Fine.” She slammed the door behind her and went home to change. Americans did think they owned the world, and acted accordingly too.
She didn’t see the car.
*********
Michael saw the car, but as he was crossing the street, it was too fast. He got a shot off, but the seemingly nice, older man hit him over the head hard from behind.
Nikita saw only the van driving away fast as she exited the Station, having delivered the prisoner to a colleague inside. She knew at once, feeling her heart jump to her throat.
Not now.
*********
There was a knock at the door. Then another. And another. Slowly, his mind came into focus, and he got up slowly. His mind felt too foggy to figure out why he almost tripped over Rachel’s jacket, but he did manage to wander downstairs and open the door.
A wet looking Nikita greeted him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as soon as he saw her face.
“Michael.. he has been taken. And so has Rachel. I need your help.”
“What?” he muttered, unable to comprehend the words coming out of her mouth.
“We can get them back. But I need your help.”
He looked into her face, and saw just pure honesty. Whatever else she was hiding, he believed her now. And if Rachel was in danger..
“What do I have to do?”
Go to part three
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