Hello everyone! I'm in love with Birkhoff and there's like only 4 stories with him as a main character. *tear tear*
So, here is my story and I hope you enjoy it. (and maybe this will inspire others to also write Birkhoff stories. :D)
It is set before Thom's death and before Alex becomes an agent.
I hope you like my OC, Paulina. She's Birkhoff's love interest. ;D
Disclaimer: I do not own Nikita.
Please review if you want to see the rest of the story. I already have the first four chapters written but I'll post them if you guys like it.
Chapter 1: A Second Chance
I was running. I was running as fast I could, trying to outrun the police and their dogs. I'd told Simon that it was a bad idea to stash the drugs in the empty building across the police station. He was so stupid. And so was I for listening. He said this would be the last place they'll look since it was right under their noses. I guess it would've worked if their dogs hadn't sniffed it out almost immediately. So now I had to run for my life, with only a gun for protection.
They were catching up fast. This is it, I thought as I slowed down. I was tired and was slowing down. It was only a matter of minutes before the police found me. Though I was deep in the forest by now, they had dogs that could sniff me out easily. I started to cry.
Why did I get into this mess?
I held onto my gun, letting it give me a false sense of security. I turned my head back to see if they were close and through my tears, I saw a dog. My heart sank. Right behind it was an officer. I quickly stopped and turned around and aimed my gun at the officer's head. I knew I wouldn't be able to pull the trigger but they didn't need to know that.
"Drop the weapon!" The officer in the front was the one who spoke.
"So you could arrest me? I don't think so!" I managed to say with a confident voice. I was glad they couldn't tell how nervous I was really feeling.
"You have until the count of three to drop the gun, or I'll shoot you," he yelled back.
"I'll—"
"—One!" he interrupted. He looked at me straight in the face before continuing, "Two!" I started panicking again. My hand was visibly shaking. I will not drop my gun, I thought, no matter what.
"Three!" a shot rang out. Pain shot through my right hand and as I screamed, the finger on the trigger constricted. A second shot rang out. I saw the officer fall, dead, with a hole in his forehead. I screamed even louder at the sight of what I'd done.
"Oh my God!" I was a drug dealer, not a killer, but no one would believe me, not with that perfect shot that was sitting in the middle of the officer's forehead.
A third shot rang out. I felt something hit my stomach. I crumpled to the floor as this new pain overpowered my thoughts. I passed out.
I woke up to the sight of a white ceiling. I blinked several times, confused, before the events of the previous night came back. I quickly sat up and pain shot through my stomach. I yelled. I clutched my stomach and a similar pain went through my right hand.
"Be careful now, don't hurt yourself," said a voice from the opposite side of the room. My head snapped towards the voice. An unfamiliar man was standing by the door. I ignored him and took a good look at where I was.
The room looked sterile and boring. The walls were bare; no medical posters, no tally marks to count days spent here, no windows, absolutely nothing to help me find out where I was. It didn't look like a jail cell or hospital.
"Where the hell am I?"
"You are in Division, a secret unit of the government. And according to these," the man said, handing her a folder, "Paulina West died of a gunshot to the stomach." I looked at him in confusion. "Paulina, you've been given a second chance, a chance to serve your country ."
NOTE: I also don't know how long it takes for a gunshot to the stomach to heal or if it's possible to survive a shot to the stomach but Paulina does. :x
And again, please review if you want to see the rest of the story. I already have the first four chapters written but I'll post them if you guys like it.
THANKS FOR READING! :)