A/N: KNOCK KNOCK. Alright, so for this story I kinda borrowed other shows' input. It's not actually a crossover though. All I borrowed from Gemini Division (in which Allison was scagliawesome a few years ago) is the name Gemini Division for an organization I made up myself. And all I borrowed from Nikita is the name Alexandra Udinov and the idea for her face claim, Lyndsy Fonseca.

I hope you like the idea and how I worked with it. It's definitely something else than my usual.

KTF CLM

30.03.2017, [Flashbacks 2016]

Alexandra Udinov: Operation Infiltration

I finally reached my goal. I finally succeeded. Three years ago, I started a play that would definitely be worth all the famous film prizes in the world. I ran away from my rich parents' house and I worked my way through hell.

First I went to live on the streets. I spent nearly a whole year out there, freezing in the cold of the winter months. Running in the unbearable heat of the summer months. I hid from the raindrops and the thunder above my head and I let the sun dry me off later while I was already planning my next move again.

It wasn't an easy task, but they told me I'd fight for a good thing. For justice. For freedom. It almost felt as if they were sending me into the center of a war. And of course it was an amazing opportunity and a great honor to be chosen for a task like this. I didn't even knew why they'd pick me of all people they could have recruited for this special mission.

But I wouldn't question it. For me, this was a gift. And I'm the last person on earth who you'd hear complaining about being given a chance to take revenge.

After I made my time on streets they made sure that the right people would find me. I told them the craziest things that I could imagine. I said I could talk to the ghosts of my dead parents. Neither of them knew that my parents were still alive and were probably wondering where I'd gone to. I don't think they were too worried though. They never are.

But the insane tales I told them had the wanted consequences: They locked me up in the loony bin.

One or two of you might ask: Why would anyone do this? Voluntarily living on the streets and getting oneself locked up in a mental institution? The answer is easier than you might think.

I wanted them to find me. And luckily for me, they did. After two years of hard work in a web of lies instead of the luxury I'd been used to once upon a time I met her.

She was a young woman, exactly like she'd been described to me. Her hair was colored auburn red. She seemed to have sympathy for me from the very start. She even said the lines they gave me in the script.

"Hello. My name is Claudia Donovan. I'm working for the government and I have an offer to make you, dear Alexandra."

"It's Alex. And what do you mean, an offer? I'm locked in here for a reason. Why would the government want to have anything to do with a crazy girl like me?"

"They say you're crazy, Alex. I say you're special. You're already part of the world I want to invite you to. A world of endless wonder."

From then on it all happened in a rush. Somehow those people, I'm not even sure if the ones I worked for or the ones I pretended to work for, got me out of the institution and into a pretty Bed&Breakfast in the middle of nowhere, South Dakota.

Donovan didn't know that I knew exactly where we were going. But I still didn't know what I had gotten myself into. The old gigantic Warehouse itself was a miracle for itself. But that wasn't why I had been sent here.

This was about the people who I sat at the breakfast table with every morning for the past year.

I wasn't usually a person to wake up sooner than I had to, but I knew that I'd have to change that lazy habit of mine for this mission.

So I was always the first one down in the kitchen. I told them that I tried to be useful. That I felt bad because of all the things they did for me that I could never thank them enough for. It was only my luck that none of them had any idea how much and what exactly they were actually doing for me.

It wasn't that much of a task to stand up before Lattimer did. And Nielson and Donovan usually didn't even come back to Leena's at night. Artie stayed at the Warehouse and only Claudia knew where Claudia was meanwhile. She could have meetings on the moon for all we knew.

It however wasn't too easy to wake up before Bering and Jinks did. On first glance I would have thought that Myka would be the first one up. So I was pretty much focused on when she would first leave her room in the morning. Five o'clock, showering and then coffee. So in the first week I started my experiment, I made myself wake up at four thirty. I finished showering before she even woke up and while she was in the bathroom I got dressed and went downstairs to make us coffee.

I didn't expect the man sitting on the porch and meditating at five thirty am. It messed my original plans to start with Myka up a bit.

But Steven Jinks seemed to have the nasty habit to ruin the most important parts of my plan. At first I still hoped that the agents of Gemini had made a bad joke when they told me that I couldn't lie to him. Something like: Let's play games with the new kid. But after a few little tests [a fake birthday, a made up story about my parents...] it quickly became clear that this hadn't just been some stupid joke. He was really the human lie detector. That made my mission a lot more difficult than I'd like to have it.

I couldn't give him honest answers, so the only solution was to make him stop asking the wrong questions. And to do that I needed him to trust me.

I still remember our first morning conversation like it was just yesterday. I had to quickly change my plans so I decided to improvise. I simply stepped out on the porch, knocking on the open door to make my presence known.

"Agent Jinks?"

"Morning Alexandra." He'd turned around and smiled at me.

"Alex." I quietly corrected him. "So... what are you doing out here so early?"

"I'm meditating."

I laughed and nodded, ignoring the fact that I'd already known that. "I can imagine you need that around here from time to time. Is this like a religious thing for you?"

He nodded, smirking a little bit at my first comment. "I'm a Buddhist."

And that was all I needed to get into a forty eight minutes lasting conversation about religion, peace and war and, most importantly of course, the job he already did here at the Warehouse. He was quite an impressive agent, but there was a certain name that seemed to be on replay in the young man's head. And that was no other than Claudia Donovan. He called her Claude, Laverne, partner, Caretaker, best friend and so much more. But the smile on his face gave away that he was talking about the fiery seemingly ageless redhead I'd met first of all of them.

The people at Gemini had told me that Steve was gay, but from the way he talked about her and the way he looked at her I seriously started to doubt that. But it made me curious. So in the middle of the conversation I decided it would be innocent enough to throw the question in.

"Do you like, have a crush on Claudia or something?"

"What? Uh, no. Actually I'm gay."

I just nodded, but the way he said that didn't quite convince me. He may be gay, but it seemed to me that this couldn't stop him from falling head over heels for the woman who made her way from the tech savvy kid to the leader of the pack in within six or seven years. I decided to do some more research on that point when I'd get a chance to talk to Claudia.

But after my talk with Jinks, my next on the list was still Myka Bering. When I heard her coming down the stairs I excused myself and went into the kitchen where I quickly reheated our coffee and held out one cup to the brunette agent.

She smiled. It was almost a miracle that she didn't look at least a little bit tired at six twenty am in the morning. But maybe she was just one of those people.

"Morning Alex. How are you today? I didn't expect you to be up already. If I'd known..."

"It's okay Myka. I was outside talking to Steve. Oh, and thanks for remembering." I was referring to my name and she knew that. From the first day she was the first one to remember that I didn't want to be called Alexandra. I liked her. It was a pity that she'd have to go down with the others.

"It's no problem. I wouldn't want Pete to run around in the neighborhood and call me Myka Ophelia either."

"What? Univille already counts as a neighborhood?"

At that comment we both couldn't help laughing anymore. And somehow that carried the conversation into new dimensions. From geographical norms we went to countries she'd already been to, the artifacts she and Pete snagged along the way, which ones her personal favorites were and which ones scared her the most. She seemed to have a specific hatred against tentacles and a special love for the written word.

She talked about her parents' bookstore in Colorado Springs, the infamous seemingly still living WOMAN HG Wells [She totally caught me with that one.] and in the end about the two or three books her boyfriend said he'd read, but never did. Her favorite parade example seemed to be the Warehouse manual. I'd already read the most important parts back at Gemini. But they didn't have to know that.

However at the mention of his name Lattimer stuck his head through the door, the sleep still clearly visible in his tired eyes.

"Hey! Do you have any idea how many pages that thing has? It's inhuman!"

Myka rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything I had already chosen him as my next small talk partner.

"Of course it's not human, Pete. It's a book."

He needed a few seconds to understand what I just said, then he grinned. Well, he grinned. If he understood it? No idea.

"You know, if you want something good to read just come to me. Maybe I'll let you borrow a few of my comic books."

Myka rolled her eyes with annoyance [again]…

"Pete, I keep telling you: you can call it a book as often as you want to, but that doesn't make it true."

For the upcoming hour I was the witness of a discussion about some weird fight between the classical simple heroes in real books and the supernatural and powerful super heroes from Marvel and DC. I don't even remember who won. And I don't think they do either. They just seemed to enjoy the discussion with each other.

At some point of the conversation we'd moved from the kitchen to the living room. They sat next to each other at the opposite wide of the table. I sat in the middle of two empty chairs. Hopefully I'd catch a few glances if I sat between Jinks and Donovan.

Within five minutes Steven had already taken the seat to my left. We chatted a little bit, drinking coffee and tea [or at least tea is my best guess for this meditation drink in his cup] and waiting for the heated discussion across the table to calm down.

Ten minutes later Claudia appeared out of nowhere [I think Pete said she's Mrs Frederic-ing us. Whatever that means.] and sat down to my right.

We ate, we talked, I caught the stolen glances from my left to my right and from my right to my left, the agents across the table laughed together and leant towards each other, all about the earlier disagreement was long forgotten. And at some point Artie would interrupt our meal and sent Pete and Myka to snag, bag and tag something somewhere; Claudia went off to her meeting with the Regents or wherever she was all day; and Steve and I followed Artie back to the Warehouse.

Artie was training Jinks to become the new Special Agent In Charge. So they walked around the Warehouse, studying the Escher Vault, The Dark Vault, The Bronze Sector, The Gooery [I heard that's a patent of Claudia Donovan herself.], The Feng Shui Spiral or another one of this special corners of the giant Warehouse while I was usually stuck with inventory duty. Sometimes I was aloud to accompany the one or other agent, when there was a second case and Claudia couldn't come and Artie was needed at the Warehouse [or just too old. Not that I'd say that out loud. Only Claudia was aloud to do that. At the beginning I still thought it was because she's the boss now. But Myka said she'd always done that.] they'd send me and Steve.

That was my daily routine for about one year. That's when Gemini set their plan in motion. They pretended to kidnap me, to torture me to give them information. Nobody knew that I gave it to them willingly. That this had been the deal when I came here. The agents all expected Gemini to break into the Warehouse. But that was never what we wanted. We crashed the whole organization. Gemini anonymously posted parts and pictures [taken by no other person but myself over the past year] online. Of course that set off fights. The fights grew into a war. At some point the Regents hid the artifacts. I couldn't explain how or where.

The Warehouse organization found it's end. The artifacts were hidden at an unknown place. And the agents and Regents? Some of them were probably dead. And the others were still hiding from the law.

Sadly, so was I.

My name is Alex Udinov, and I think I may just have made the worst decision in the history of humanity.