A/N first real shot at writing a fanfic. I hope you guys will enjoy my take on Nikita's relationships.
It's a little over a week since Michael showed up unannounced at Nikita's spot. Their conversation, as short as it was, left a mark on her. All thoughts of interfering with Division missions, to help bring down Percy, had been put on hold.
At first she tried to continue as if nothing happened, still met up with Alex, put on the same charade. Michael's words didn't start to sink in until Alex mentioned "I can tell you trust Michael." Alex's words were unexpected in the conversation, it seemed very random to Nikita, but they were true.
After that Monday, on Alex's day off that was the last Nikita had spoken to her. She stayed home in her loft thinking of Michael's words, the hurt that crossed his face, and how easily his words cut like a knife.
"Why didn't you come to me?" Just thinking about the words and the disbelief on Michaels face, once he finally put two and two together, haunted her. Of course she wanted to go to him, but how could she, when he's so loyal to Division.
"I thought we had more than that. I thought you trusted me enough, to confide in me about this." She replayed the scene, Michael's eyes piercing down on her, trying to figure out why she didn't. But, no words could come to her, which only made Michael feel like; maybe he was reading more into their recent encounters.
"Back on the roof, when Alex was taken by Vlad, you were going to say something but you stopped yourself." Nikita tried to cut him off, but he didn't let it go, he kept pushing, like she usually did.
"I know you care for me, and I would never let division harm you, as long as I can stop it. But this Nikki…" hearing Michael calling her Nikki, sent chills throughout her body. He rarely called her that, and when he did, there was always a strong sense of yearning behind it. As much as he would love to lose control and give into his desires, he couldn't. But calling her Nikki, was his way of letting her know that he wanted to, but couldn't.
"How could you not tell me this, didn't you think I would figure it out? Alex comes on the scene, and all of a sudden Division's information is being leaked to you, even after Thom died." Michael's voice had started to build with angst "You're just thinking about Nikita; you don't care what happens to anyone else. If Percy finds out, you know what will happen to Alex" Michael said.
"Michael…" He didn't want to hear anything else she had to say. He started to leave, but before he did, he turned to say one last thing to her. "I just wanted to tell you… that, I know" and that was it, he turned back around and walked out of her loft, leaving Nikita unsure of what just happened and what was to come.
Nikita got off her bed and stared out into the rain, looking onto the city. The thought of going out into the city made her uneasy, and the possibility of running into Michael, wasn't something she was ready to face. She didn't even want Alex to see her like this.
This has been the lowest she has been in years, and it was all because Michael thought she didn't trust him, that she didn't still care, when that was completely the opposite. After he was long gone, she found the right words to say, words she always wanted to say to him, but held in.
Back at Division, Alex was being briefed on the upcoming op. She could barely focus on the mission and their new target. All that was on her mind was where is Nikita? Not being able to reach her, didn't sit well with Alex.
She kept checking her phone for messages, but there were none.
"Are we done?" Alex asked, even though it didn't sound like a question, it came out more as if she was annoyed with the consultation.
"Yeah, were done. All the details were sent to your Blackberry" Birkoff said.
Alex left the room in a hurry. Michael and Birkoff shared a confused look. Michael waited a bit before he pursued Alex.
"Alex, can I talk to you for a quick minute?" Alex reluctantly turned to face Michael letting out a huff of air.
"Can it wait? I really need to go to the bathroom." Michael didn't buy it one bit, he had a feeling there was more to what she led on.
"Sure, but I need to speak with you right after." Alex nodded and headed off.
Instead of going to the bathroom, Alex went to the computer lab and hastily logged on the computer. She didn't care if Birkoff had a program set up to see if anyone used the shell program again. She hasn't heard any chatter about it, especially since everyone thought Thom was the mole.
"Sensei, where are you?" Alex typed into the two way chat. No reply, she waited a couple minutes before she tried again. "I'm starting to worry, this isn't like you, call me ASAP."
After five minute of staring at the blinking cursor and her previous messages, Alex shutdown the program and stormed out the lab, bumping right into Michael.
"I was just looking for you. What's going on with you Alex?" Michael said as they both balanced themselves out, waiting for Alex's reaction.
"Nothing", she said, as she tried to gain back her composure.
"Cleary something is bothering you. You know you can always talk to me right? If you're worried about the op I can go over it with you again." Michael said, trying to bait Alex into explaining what's really eating at her.
"It's not the mission. Just forget. I'm just having one of those off days, that's all, nothing to worry about."
Alex's expression worried Michael; he's never seen her like this. He noticed her attitude changing over the past couple days, something, better yet someone, Nikita, was who she was worried about.
"Alex, follow me" Michael said as he started walking down the corridors. He didn't think to look back, he figured she would follow, which she did.
Michael and Alex entered a room that Alex has never seen before. Just an open space, probably a storage room, she thought to herself. She watched and waited for Michael to speak up as he carefully searched the room, for what, she didn't know.
"Alex I know." Michael said in a hush tone, still uncertain of how or who could be surveying the room.
"What are you talking about, Michael?" Alex was genuinely lost at his question. The fact that Nikita didn't tell her about the run in she had with Michael.
"About you and Division's number one threat" Alex was caught by surprise by Michael's words, but tried not to show it.
"I must be hearing you wrong. You think I'm working with Nikita?"
"Keep your voice down." Michael's response made Alex nervous.
"Could that have been why Nikita was astray as of late?" Alex thought to herself. As quick as the thought came, she disregarded it. Nikita would have told her they are working together after all.
"Michael, besides that last mission she intruded on, I haven't heard anything about her. Shouldn't we be glad she's off our radar?" Alex said nonchalantly, as if Nikita was the last thing that ever crossed her mind.
"Alex you can drop the act. I saw Nikita a little over a week ago." That got a reaction that Michael was waiting for. Alex realized that maybe he was telling the truth. "So tell me what's going on. What's wrong with Nikita?"
Alex was stunned by the concern in his voice and on his face. She wanted to spill about her four day hiatus, but even though Nikita trusted him, Alex didn't know what Nikita shared with him.
"Honestly Michael, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know where or what Nikita does with her time. Sorry, but I can't help you with something I don't know anything about."
Alex hated lying to his face, especially since she could tell he didn't believe a word of it.
Michael watched Alex exit the room, as fury built inside of him. He knew she was lying, and the fact that it had to do with Nikita, only made him angrier. The thought of Nikita being in danger crossed his mind, and then how pissed he would be if Alex withheld the truth, when he could have helped her.
"Nikita" Alex called as she walked into Nikita's loft. Alex searched the room and there was no sign of Nikita, anywhere. Alex walked over to the computer to see that it was off; the hard drive didn't even feel remotely warm, like the computer has been off for awhile.
Alex continued searching the open area, to see if Nikita had left a note or something explaining where she went or what the hell was going on with her, but there was nothing.
Just as Alex was about to leave, Nikita and her lifeless body came from around the corner, which lead to the washroom. Alex couldn't believe her eyes. Nikita, the strong, independent, fierce, stunning, women that Alex looked up to, didn't look like herself.
"Nikita, what happened?" Sadness filled her voice; her words were barely audible as she took full sight of Nikita's arms. Alex remembered Nikita sympathizing with her, when she was going through her withdrawal, but she never thought she would see her in this state.
Alex studied Nikita's attire; ripped off the shoulder, sleeves cut high, dingy sweater. Her hair was a hot mess, and not in the good way. It looked as if she hasn't washed or tried to attempt to brush it out. Mascara stained the ring of her eyes. Nikita reminded her of her old friend Yelena that she met in the club, before she was kidnap by Vlad, minus the club attire.
"What do you want, Alex?" Nikita said, as she tried to make her way back to her bed.
"Nikita, what the hell happened? I've been trying to reach you, I was worried and for good reasons too, from looking at you. Plus, Michael is on my ass now."
That got a response from Nikita. She spun around in fear of what Alex might have said, or worse, what Michael told her. She wanted to tell Alex on her own, she didn't want to keep it a secret, but she wasn't ready to talk.
"Alex, I really don't feel like talking right now, and about" just as she was about to say his name, Michael stepped into the entry way of the loft.
Alex instantly stepped forward towards her, worried that something was happening to Nikita, not knowing that Michael was standing behind her, staring at Nikita.
"What's wrong? Nikita, talk to me" Alex said, as she took hold of Nikita's shoulder trying to get her to focus on her. All Nikita could focus on was Michael's baffled face.
Nikita's body fell limp, right into Alex arms. Alex reacted just in time to brace her in time to catch Nikita. They both slowly fall to the floor Alex holding Nikita in her arms, tapping her cheek hoping that Nikita would come too soon.
Nikita's unresponsive body sent panic through Michael, with in seconds he was beside Alex, which startled her. Just for a second their eyes locked. Alex was scared that Michael had found out about them, but that didn't matter, if it meant he could help save her mentor.
Michael on the other hand, was furious. He has only seen Nikita once in his life like this, and she didn't look half as bad as she did now. He made note to chew Alex out about this later, but his first concern right now was to get Nikita better.
Michael swiftly took Nikita out of Alex's embrace and walked over to the bed and laid her down.