Ok guys, this is the first story I've written so far therefore I know there are a ton of flaws. Feedback would be very welcome, just let me now what you think :) (English is not my native language by the way)

It's set during early season 3, with the new Division up and running, hunting down the Dirty 30.

Chapter 1: Fresh Meat

It never ceased to amaze her how fast she could actually run. She had always been the dreamy one, staring out the window thinking about every little thing in life except the thing she should be concentrating on. Parents, teachers, they'd always have to snap her back into reality. But if she focused, she could do much more than people would ever expect.

While jumping over a garbage bin, she accidentally knocked it over, which slowed down her pursuer. Run, run, faster. Whoever this woman was, she couldn't afford to get caught by her. Although Ryleigh was confident of her speed she wasn't gonna outrun her on that power alone, this woman was dedicated. She had been chasing her for ten minutes now on foot. She turned around the corner, crossed the street, she even did the slide on the hood of a car so she wouldn't get crushed in between, then went straight into another alley; it was a good thing she was familiar with the neighborhood. After she leaped over a fence she turned around to check whether the woman was still chasing her. And she was, because she had followed her move and had now drawn her gun.

"Stop! I don't wanna hurt you!" She said while pointing her gun at her.

Ryleigh had recognized her immediately, but it seemed wiser not to show that discovery, that would only make things more difficult. She was told about her and had to report back immediately if she would see or hear anything of her. She wondered what all the fuss was about.

"Don't wanna hurt me? It sure looks like it, doesn't it?" Ryleigh replied. Why did people always say they didn't want to hurt you when that is exactly what they are planning to do. Vivid images from her past flashed in front of her and she had to close her eyes for a second.

"I really don't. I can see you've been hurt already, I can help you. Just tell me who put you up to this."

For a moment, she was thrown off guard by her kindness, but quickly she restrained. She had to find a way out of here, because there was no way she was gonna tell her who she was working for. She really didn't feel like dying today. Just play along, she thought.

"I will, if you tell me who you are working for." Maybe she could distract her long enough to reach for her own gun. To Ryleigh's surprise, the woman answered her question.

"I'm Nikita, and I'm with Division.. the new kind to be exact. Whatever kind of trouble you're in, we can help you. Just trust me and come with me."

She observed Nikita; for starters she was not that tall, Ryleigh had at least the same height as her, she was wearing a black leather jacket and her hair tied in a ponytail. She looked determined, ready to face any kind of situation. There was also a certain honesty in her eyes.

"The new kind huh, well.. I guess I would prefer the old one." She didn't like the way the woman looked at her, almost with some sort of pity, although maybe she was just imagining things.

Meanwhile, she had slowly almost reached her gun. If she did this right, she could move as quick as she could behind the garbage bin next to her and then head to the crowded street.

"I really wanted this to go differently," Nikita said and just as Ryleigh grabbed her gun and was gonna make a move towards her safety bin, she felt the most excruciating pain. Immediately she dropped to the ground, screaming. As she tried to locate what caused it, she looked at her left leg, which was covered in blood.

"Michael, I need you to get the car to my location." She heard Nikita say.

"Oh you're gonna pay for this!," Ryleigh said furiously, "Arghh god damn it!" Nikita ignored her little tirade while she ripped off the sleeve of her vest and strapped it firmly around Ryleigh's leg, who went from anger to confusion. From what she was told it always seemed that Nikita was the devil herself. She was gonna get transported to an unknown place and Ryleigh was seriously starting to panic. She never thought things were gonna turn out this way, hell she didn't even think there would be any trouble.

"Don't move, you're gonna be fine." Nikita said to her and gave her a quick smile, though her face went immediately back to a frown as she said to the person on the other line: "Hurry Michael, the girl needs medical help."

Ryleigh wasn't even able to respond anymore. Before she closed her eyes, all she noticed was a hand holding hers.