I'm really excited about tomorow's episode! I have no idea what is going to happen in there... But I'm really looking forward.

But after I saw the sneek peak for the last episode of the season, I came out with this idea... (Don't read if you don't want any spoilers, of course.)

Tell me what you think about it or tell me that I'm a shitty writer... but just tell me something, ok?

Chapter 1

The dark wearing figure tucked her hood up as she saw the police patrol car aproching at her at cruising speed. She turned around the corner and dove to rusty metal door of the old abandoned factory and disapeard just before the headlights could reach her.

Like a fox, Nikita's eyes followed the car trought the smudge window. It continued peacefully, completly anware of her presence. If only they knew she was actually the world's number one target...

She leaned against the wall and sighted.

Four weeks had passed after she killed the presidend of United States, but still the country and the world was in total commotion about it. Every magazine, newspaper, television program came out with that same publishment over and over again. Every single government law force in the world, joined together to hunt down the most dangerous assassin in the world.

It was a dribbling week for her, danger lurking her from every corner like a bad nightmare. She missed the time she could get to her normal yoga classes and just take a normal milkshake on the street cafe next door out on the open.

She couldn't get out of the country. At least not yet. Not while all borders and planes and boats were heavyly guarded. She had to lay low for a couple of days more. Avoid all cameras, public places, authorithy's. No phones, no credit cards... well... this wasn't her first time on the run, she knew how to disapear and she knew it well. She had run almost all her life, it was what she do for a living. The only difference was, this time, she was completly and uttery, alone. And that was the hardest part of it all. Not the police, not the chases, the evasions, the looking at her back all the time thing - being alone was what was killing her. She was a ghost now to everything and everyone.

She couldn't shake Michael's disgruntle face off her mind the last time she saw him. He tought she was insane. His pleading "You can fight this! Let me help you!". God! She loved him so much! She almost let her gun down. But she couldn't. She throwed herself on the sport bike, baring her tears, as she gunned down the roof of the barn, stopping her fiancé from following her. And that was the last time Nikita saw him.

On the way, ridding at 280kms/h, with tears streaming down her face, bluring out her vision of the highway, she almost whished to end the pain once and for all on the next turning cliff. However, that wasn't an option for her, because if she died, Amanda wouldn't have any problems on pressing that botton to end Michael's life and she couldn't even bare that thought.

It ashemed her to be Amanda's pet now. To be the gun on her hand. As she anticipated, Amanda wasn't willing to give up that power. She still hadn't given Michael his antidot . No. She would have no leverage over her anymore, if she did. Nikita knew that the moment she used Michael's life as a bargain on that wastewater. Amanda used her love as a weapon against her. The same love, Nikita always clamed to not be a weakness but a strong point - it was the thing that got to her in the end.

Nonetheless, Michael couldn't never know she had done this for him. She sacrificed their life together for his life alone. He probably saw her on the news by now, as the President's killer and concluded she was beyond messed up to be saved anymore. Yes. It was better this way...

A small ray of light spotted the shine of her diamond standing on her drawstring now. Nikita mournfully took her ring out her finger and had posted around a neck strand near her heart. She caressed it many time along the day, trying to hang on to it as a precious memory and hidding it kickly whenever a presence was near by.

She couldn't even give him a proper goodbye. Nikita missed Michael so much that it physically hurt but she could never be with him again. That was the deal.

An overwelming sorrow took over her once more and she swallowed a sob as tears treatened to fall before she notice something was wrong.

Something or someone was watching her, perfectly still, from the shed light behond. Nikita reachead her gun, wondering who could have knowned about her two days staching ground, and pointed straigh at the dark presence with no hesitation. A jolt flushed trought her heart at the familiar apperance came to light.

"You?!... What are you doing here?!"

A grinned came upon his lips.

"Well... I can ask you the same thing but, then again, I wasn't the one who murdered the United States President, was I?"

Nikita tighten the gun around, felling the range. He was the last person she would expected to see.

"Sam, how did you find me?"

So... What about this story? Should I continue? Is this worth your time?... Please review.