Look, it’s not new Lost footage or anything, but if you’re a Mikita fan – and I’m a huge Mikita fan – this week’s episode was the apex, the peak, the REALLY BIG MOMENT in the history of this particular pairing, and, if you’re a Mikita fan, dude, come join me and we can squee together, because Q: how ship-tacular was it?!? and A: Off. The. Scale.
Flashback first: apparently, five years ago, when life at Division was free and easy (Have we ever seen Nikita quite so relaxed before?), Nikita and Michael had a significant, er, moment on a mission in Russia. Nikita, bless her, worked both her clichés and her man beautifully: “Can you zip me up?”, “You can surprise me any time”, “I’m not pretty, pout pout” – oh, honey, nicely done – but Michael still had the whole Kasim thing left on his to-do list, so they postponed their passion meantime. You know how it goes.
Now that would have been an entirely acceptable amount of shipper-friendly fun for your everyday tv series, but this is Nikita and, after the brilliant end of last week’s episode, it’s not like we could just leave it there. No, sir – back in the present, Michael, all hurt pride and pent-up heartbreak and yes, still with the big gun, worked his clichés even more beautifully, blackmailing Nikita (as she begged for forgiveness, love, anything – sob!) into tracking Kasim down for him, in a fruitless bid to prove that’s all he cares about. Or, as he put it, that “There is no us.” Oh, honey.
The mission went horribly wrong but weirdly also horribly right, Michael’s world came crashing down, before clearing right up, and the whole thing ended in such a frenzy of feeling that I’m still grinning like a lunatic about it two days later.
In sum, then, a little zipping, a little stripping, a lot of shipping, a shootout and a flashback or two – if Mills and Boon wrote action tv, this would be their flagship series, so forgive me if this review sounds like a particularly breathless excerpt from a romance novel (hm, there’s an idea…). Shane West and Maggie Q are utterly gorgeous together, and I love the writers for – unlike some other
ships shows Shane’s been in – not making us wait an age to get what we want. Whether they might have to wait an age before I stop squeeing about it is another matter entirely.