He's sitting in the van, the continues thumping of the rain hits the roof. Watching the computer screen he listens intently on the conversation on the other side of his ear piece.
"Why don't we take this conversation elsewhere?" The female voice on the other end asks. "Your place perhaps?"
The man he sees on the computer screen smiles in agreement.
"Shall we?" she asks again.
He sees them moving on the screen in the direction of the valet.
"Good Nikita. Now when you get in is car on the bridge..."
"I know Michael" she whispers. "Drug him, take control of the car, then meet you at the pick up point."
"Good, just be, just be safe" he whispers back.
He watches as they get into the marks car and drive off. He listens to the conversation they have in the car and he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. It's only five minutes into the drive when things start to go wrong. He watches as the car starts to swerve.
"Shit" Nikita mutters.
" Nikita. What's happening?"
" Marks out ... car must have hit black ice or something."
He hears her grunting, trying to get the car back under control and all he can do is watch. He yells to the Division agent to drive to the bridge where Nikita is.
The car goes from swerving to spinning. He watches in horror as headlights quickly approach Nikita's car and then slams into it forcing Nikita's car off the bridge and into the ice cold water.
"Nikita!"
The van screeches to a halt and he jumps out of the van and runs to the side of the bridge. He watches just in time as the car dives into the water.
Taking off his jacket he dives onto the water after it. Swimming down towards the car he sees Nikita unconscious and semi floating in the water, the only thing holding her down is the seatbelt she wears. Unable to open her door he reaches through the broken window and pulls on the seatbelt. His lungs start to burn signalling him that he's running out of air and time. Taking his knife out of his boot he cuts through the seatbelt and drags her out of the car and swims towards to surface. Once he reaches the surface he takes a breath of air and pulls Nikita to the shore.
He looks her over and instantly sees a bloody gash on her forehead but more importantly her lack of breathing.
"Nikita come on, don't do this to me."
Tilting her head back he presses his mouth to hers. Some how he doesn't imagine this is how their lips would meet, but pushes the thought to the side. He focuses his attention of breathing air into her lungs and pushing on her chest.
He feels a burn behind his eyes as tears threatens to fall. He doesn't dare think what he will do if he looses her.
"Come on Nikita! Breathe dame it! I need, I need..." he starts but is interrupted by coughing.
Rolling Nikita onto her side he watches as she coughs up the cold water. Once she's done he rolls her back onto her back and places her head in is lap stroking her hair. Opening her eyes she looks at him.
"Hi" she whispers, a small smile appears on her face.
"Hi" he whispers back.
"Michael, I'm sorry. I should have..."
"No, it's ok, just rest."
" The mark?" she asks him.
"David has him."
"Good" And with that he watches her close her eyes and her breathing settles into a steady rhythm.
Watching her sleep in his arms felt right though it shouldn't. He knows the rules, no romantic relationships. But there was no harm in dreaming. The dangerous thing was that dreams can become reality and that was what he was afraid of, but he couldn't help but hope.