NOTE: This is the revised version of my story. I've added a little more to it. Please comment!
Chapter 1: A Grave Sight
In the high-rise office building, Nikita tried out her new workout equipment that Birkhoff stubbornly agreed or rather submitted to. He constantly told Niki "this place was temporary." She would smile and say, "Unless you would like to switch places I need to stay in shape."
It had been two weeks since Michael called Nikita from London and answered her question. It had been two weeks and now a part of her felt the same way she did when she fought Division on her own. She was happy for him, but in her heart, she could not help but miss him and feel guilty for wanting him back again.
Birkhoff was typing away on his computer when he called Nikita over.
"Hey Niki."
"What Birkhoff?" She forced through her controlled breathing as she did sit ups on a mat.
"I want you to see this."
"Just tell me."
"I don't think I can describe this. It has to do with you if that makes it more interesting."
Nikita stopped and jogged over to him, her ponytail swished back and forth. She stood beside him with her hands on her hips.
"I did a search on the Shadow Net to see if anything new or relevant to any of us surfaced etcetera, etcetera and something came up at your grave site. Take a look."
With clarity, Nikita could see a woman standing in front of her grave with a pea coat and a hat on. The woman stared down at the grave with her arms crossed.
"Who the hell is that?"
"No one you know?" Birkhoff asked.
"No…I don't know…Can you get a close up of her face?"
"Once she turns toward the street camera I should be able to run her face through the database." They watched her until she finally turned away after five minutes. He got a picture of her and searched for a match. Within minutes, her picture and description popped up on the screen. "Let's see…Alyssa…well you two share a common last name."
"Alyssa…Meers?"
"24 years old, interpreter, not married, no kids. She comes from a Chinese mother who is a doctor in upstate New York. Her father…a lawyer. Well she definitely comes from a wealthy bloodline."
"Why was she at my grave?"
"Niki you don't realize? This girl is probably related to you...maybe even your half-sister.
"No...what?" Nikita was full of confusion. It was all so sudden. She hadn't even gone looking for anything.
"I think this is what you've been looking for." Nikita had butterflies in her stomach as stared at the pretty, young girl on the screen. The girl had brown straight hair just above her shoulders. She had hazel eyes, and a slender face. Nikita could not believe the possibility that she'd find her family or that she even had one. She had a feeling, the same one she got when she thought she found her father of 343 Walnut Lane. She almost wanted to dismiss it, take it with a grain of salt, and fill her mind with doubt. However, that part of her that always wanted more, wanted truth, and wanted to know her real self, decided to find Alyssa Meers. Especially since Michael found a new family, maybe it would be best if she found hers too.