AN: Ok I really had to write this. I was originally going to wait awhile because I wanted to learn more about Michael and Nikita's relationship, but I had to write this. Please tell me what you think.
It had been three years. Three long years since he had last seen her, she was beautiful as ever of course. Just as charming, just as savvy, just as lethal as she had been three years ago when he had last seen her, but now Nikita was back and Michael had no idea how to feel about it.
Their relationship had always been… interesting to say the least. At first it had been very student and teacher as Michael had never quite been able to get over the fact that she was only a few years his junior and one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Over time as Nikita had risen through the ranks their relationship became less and less formal and more and more flirty but more importantly, for the first time in a long time for the both of them, true bonds of friendship had been formed.
For the next two years the friendship they had formed slowly but surely evolved into something more. Hadn't it? Love wasn't supposed to exist for two Division assassins, but it did for them. For a while Michael had been in the limbo and he knew she had been too. Did he love her, or was he in love with her? Unfortunately he had left the limbo before she had.
He was in love with her.
But how to tell her? He felt almost ashamed to admit that he, a hardened, calculated, assassin was afraid of rejection. Then of course there was that minor issue of no romantic relationships in Division. He knew he wanted to be with her, but he didn't want her dead either, So Michael kept his mouth shut tight whenever he was around her. But then a mission came up where he and Nikita would be by themselves without any other agents to distract them from each other.
Even now Michael couldn't remember another time he had been more thrilled or horrified at the game plan for an op.
The target was a man by the name of Ivan Kravasa, a notorious playboy and a corrupt governor for a small area of Russia whose land held copious amounts of oil, and was selling it illegally to terrorists in Iran. Nikita would flirt with the easily susceptible Kravasa and while he was distracted with her, Michael would shoot him down.
The night started out as well as could be expected. Nikita looked stunning in the sultry red dress Amanda had chosen for her. If Kravasa was as much a playboy as Division thought he was, Nikita would defiantly catch his eye. And so she had less than thirty minutes later, but Michael could not seem to help the jealously that boiled up from within his stomach when Nikita succeeded in dragging him away from his entourage and security cameras. When Michael entered the empty hall way, he found Nikita and Kravasa kissing; true hate seemed to pulse through his veins, every pore singing for the adrenaline of a kill shot.
"Perhaps we continue this in my room, no?" Kravasa said breaking mouth from Nikita's.
"Not tonight" Michael growled pulling the guns trigger without an ounce regret.
Nikita wiped her mouth with a napkin from her clutch.
"Ugg, you would think that a playboy like him would be a better kisser. Huh awful"
Michael could not help the short laugh that burst from his lips.
"You would think, but then of course how would I know. Shall we?" He said holding out his arm to his beautiful colleague.
"Yes we shall" She said with a smile as they both exited the party without a second glance.
But the sparks hadn't really flown until they reached their hotel room. When Michael had exited the bathroom from having a shower, he found Nikita eyeing herself critically in the floor length mirror, still in her dress.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure Michael. I" She paused.
"I guess I don't feel beautiful wearing this thing"
He nearly went insane when she said that.
"Nikita" Michael said softly, enunciating each syllable carefully coming up to her from behind and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. If their relationship was ever to become romantic, it was now or never.
"You look stunning" He told her quietly, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck,
"You always do"
The next morning Michael felt that if someone had recorded his top five favorite nights, that night would have been number one.
For the next two months romantic rendezvous became the norm for the two of them and even though it was risky and dangerous, Michael had never felt happier in his life. But then the worst thing that could happen, happened. Amanda found out about them.
"If you don't say goodbye to her, I will force you to. It's your choice Michael, choose wisely"
Telling her goodbye had been the worst day in his life. Michael knew that he threatened her with Amanda's warning, she would have never let go of him. Nikita would know he still loved her and Michael could not let her know that. So he did what he had to do. Four months later he found out about that basterd Daniel Monroe. The boy who had put a ring on the thing he loved most and Michael hated him for it. Sometimes when he was all alone he would curse and rage at Nikita for getting under his skin, for owning his heart and not even knowing it, and despite his rage, he could never bring himself to hate her.
But now Nikita was back and Michael had no idea how to feel about it.
AU: As always, reviews are much loved
-Blue