Captured for Interrogation

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"I hope you aren't angry with me, but I took the liberty of looking through your wardrobe," he said, showing her the backless, flowing ice blue dress he had picked out.
 
"see, I can put people back together just as well as I can break them," he said. "To be honest, I enjoy it more, but the pain is part of the job."
 
She smiled. "I worked in Interrogation before I transferred over to a field agent," she confessed. "I understand completely." She gingerly dressed in the dress he had picked out.
 
Alexis took a few ginger steps. "If someone's there to help me," she said. It still hurt to walk, but she was able to do so as long as she went slow.
 
Mikhael supported her as she walked, taking her back to the mess hall for lunch. If heads were turning before, jaws were hitting the floor now.
 
Alexis couldn't help but blush at the attention she was getting, and she sat down next to Nikolai after giving him a soft cheek peck. "Hello," she said, almost shyly.
 
Alexis ordered a rib-eye steak, cooked medium rare, with potatoes and gravy before turning back to Nikolai. "He did a fantastic job," she confessed.
 
Nikolai ate smoked ham and cornbread. "What do you have planned for her this afternoon, Mikhael?"
"Whatever she wants," he replied.
 
"Yes, there is," he said. I'll get whatever books you want." he helped her to the library and sat her down in a plush armchair.
 
Alexis chose a couple books, and read contently for a few hours before looking up at Mikhael. "Where's the gym?" she asked.
 
"Are you sure you're up to it? I just worked your muscles and you can't stand on your own yet. Please, give it a few days." he said, concerned.
 
Alexis smiled sadly. "I have a mission to do for Yeltsin in a couple of days," she said softly. "I need to. I don't want to, but, I need to. Physical therapy and all. . ." she sighed and relaxed into the plush armchair.
 
"I'm sure she will give you as long as you need," he said firmly. "I'll take you anywhere else but not the gym." he stalled a minute. "How about I take you to see my daughter's class?"
 
Alexis smiled. "That sounds good," she said. She pushed herself out of the armchair and took a few gentle steps.
 
"Sorry for being so firm, but I really do care about your health," he said, helping her into the car and getting i
 
They pulled up to the school and Mikhael walked her inside and to the viewing area. Class was in session. He pointed to a small girl with exactly the same dark hair as him. "That's my angel," he whispered.
 
The girl danced wonderfully, practicing her solo for the recital. When practice let out, she ran to her father. She looked over at Alexis and asked, "Is this your girlfriend, daddy?"
 
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