I had this idea a while ago... just wanted to put into paper. Let's see want you think. I need your reviews.

Oh... sorry about the mistakes and gramar...

(I correct a little bit now. Changed to K+ but next one will be M then.)

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Tree is a crowd

Chapter 1

It was no secret that Michael never liked Owen Elliot. It was no secret that he really never had trusted him. First of all because he had been not only a "Cleaner" but also a "Ripper" - not only he had cleaned Division targets but also he had cleaned operatives "in house" and its loved ones itself. He was a killer of killers. To most people that would be a proof of respect but to Michael that was simply disgusting. Specially when he was the one that probably had trained that same recruit.

That alone was far good reason to strongly dislike him, but the reason that made Michael really hate him was because of her. Nikita.

Even before he realized who the real Division enemy was and flew to her side, he had been there with her. Before him. Those two spent months together before he came. He trully belived that nothing happened between them, only because Nikita didn't want to. But he knew the kind of woman she was, even not delibratly, she always had that kind of appeal, that kind of charm to men, that made them fall for her like flies dropping on honey. Funny thing was... most of the times, she didn't even noticed that.

He knew Owen had lost a loved one before and was mourning when they meet, but those months with Nikita changed him. He made that very clear, to him, that one time they were in a mission in Amesterdan.

"-You better make a decision before someone makes that for you!

-And WHO is going to make that for me? You?

He saw Owen swallow dry as he faced his eyes fearless.

-I don't have a son! (Like he was saying I don't have nothing to lose or stop me like you do)"

Yes. He really didn't like him!

Unfortunatly, now he had to endure his presence in the New Division.

Owen had arrived nearly over a week ago at Ryan's request none of the less. Him and Nikita had both agreed that Owen was a good aquisition to the New Divison. His experties would come in handy in several departments. Michael went by tactical thinking and agreed with them but only to regreat it later on.

The week passed slowly to Michael as he was, yet again, second in charge along with Nikita on the New Division.

Still one late night, they were both there still working. Well, that was what Michael thought because, once he turned the corner cluttered in papers he saw them sparring. Nikita was laughting. He was smiling. One fast twist they both turned and rolled to the matress until they stoped. Nikita was on top of him, her knees over his shoulders in a quite awkward position. Both gasping for air. A certain tension was felt on the air. Almost seemed like those two were having "a moment". In another time they became so close, that in an argue, she took his side.

He mostly took care of the supervision of the new missions while Nikita, who always hated being indoors, took most of them outdoors.

Ryan didn't think she should always be alone out there, so this last mission he choosed Owen as her partner and Michael hated his choice, still he managed to put a poker face and pretend that that didn't affect him at all.

As he entered Operations, Ryan give him a nod gretting him from the top of his office, he gretted back.

-Yoh! Mikey! - A voice came.

-Birkhoff! How are we doing, down here?

-All clear! They're in position inside of the mansion.

-Give me a visual!

At a press of a few keys, suddenly, the wide scream popped open to a image of big ballroom with duzens of vips and high society people mingling, talking and drinking from long fluttes. A confusion of color, movement and noisy classic music.

-Nikita? - He asked still trying to find her on middle of that crowd. -Can you ear me?

-Loud and clear, Michael.

-Where're you?

Before she could answer he spotted her, or better yet, he spotted them. They were both leaning on a balcony on the south side of the salon.

-Here! - She descreatly waived to the camera.

Michael almost choked as he lay his eyes on her. A really short strapless red dress molded her every curve and made every eye turn to her half showed butt, as she was bending on that balcony. She was shamefully gorgeous. Owen's eyes were stuck on that vision too, although he was seriously trying to disguise that by briefly looking to other people, but then turning back to her back again and again.

-Can you see us?

-Oh yes, I can see you. -Michael's voice was low and serious before it turned to a shout. - OWEN, EYES UP!

-What? Han...?

-Just testing your ear piece!...

Birkhoff chuckled facing down as he saw his friend's fists curled up on the table beside him.

-Right... I can ear you too.

-Good! The next round guards is changing in ten minutes. You can proceed to the next floor.

-On our way. - Replied Nikita.

The camera followed them as they cut through the multitude of people into the huge stairs to the north side.

Their mission was to infiltrate the senator's party and retrieve intel from his computer. Senator Perilli, an italian senator, was presumely a corrupt mafia goodfather wish was laying planes to make an atempt to the US goverment. He had to be stoped, but first proofs would have to be provided before the right measures could be taken upon him. That was their job.

A wide corridor took to a series of doors. It was quiet over there, still, every door had a security electric lock and every corner had a camera. Cameras, fully in control of the nerd's hands, of course.

- Third corridor to the left, second door right!

-Found it! Birkhoff, overide the security lock... now! - Ordered Nikita.

The nerd friend tapped his keyboard, occasionally looking back at security cams for any signs of trouble. On the first cam, Nikita had his back pressed against the large metal door. Owen was right beside her, gun in hand, guarding. Birkhoff typed in the his final virus code and with a loud pinging noise, the security system was deactivated.

-Oh YEAH! SHADOWALKEEEERR POWER! System is down! Start the bypass and that door should open.- Said Birkhoff.

-Ugh, great!- Nikita sighed and turned to the men beside her. -Watch my back while I do this will you?

-Oh, don't worry, I will...! - His voice was huskier than normal and Michael rolled his eyes down in Operations. He was really pushing it!

Nikita grinned as she opened her purse and hooked up her electronic module to the door mechanism. She diligently began splicing together red wires from his module to green wires on the door mechanism as Owen intently watched her body tinglled before him. Halfway through the process, both Nikita and Owen jerked up in their respective locations as the sound of distant footsteps through the corridor adjacent to them.

-Speed it up Nikita! - Michael chided into the com with fear in his voice as he could saw a set of four security guards crossing the hall in their direction.

-Almost done, almost done! - Nikita grumbled back urgently as she spliced the last few wires together. After that, she typed in several codes on his module. Finally, the metal door drew open as the footsteps grew louder. -Done!

They dove through the door moving to manually close it behind them just before the round guards passed to the same door.

-Uf... - Owen mumbled. - That was a close one!

Getting the Intel from the senator's computer was an easy task once they were there and, boy, was that guy dirty! They were about to get out when a distant object caught the everwatching eye of Nikita.

-Owen, wait!

-What is it?

In a fast step, she circuled a small metal briefcase with a yellow simbol. The curiosity took over as she opened it. Inside there was tree small tubes with a green liquid on it. One was missing.

-Humm... what do you think this is, Owen?

-I don't know. Probably a non degrading drug of somekind. Leave it! That's not our mission.

-Huumm... I've got a felling about this...

-Nikita! - Michael's voice pierce through her ear louder than normal, angry. - He's right! That's not your mission! You don't know if that is toxic, or radioactive, or what the hell it is. Just leave it and come home...!

This last sentence she knew it was meant for her. "Come home to me! Come home fast! I miss you. I want to hug you tight and make love to you all night long." That was what he meant.

-Michael... it could be important, I'm just going to take a sample of it!

-Nikitaaaa...

Michael was about to argue with that stubborn woman of his when a sundden shadow caught his eye on the third camera.

-Damn it! Someone is coming. Take cover now!

Owen fast climbed a cabinet hiding in the shadows and Nikita quickly stuffed the tube on her dress, between her breasts as she ran up and then through herself under the secretary. The space was really narrow so she curled up her knees even moore against her cheast in order to find the room.

-Yes!... I know. But this isn't what YOU promised me!

Senator Perilli fast walked into the room yealling on the phone, not even noticing, when he marked his code, that his door didn't really made the normal pinging sound.

-...No! That will not do! I paid a lot of money for that... No... You listen to me, you piece of "stronzate", if I do not have a new formula, I'll through this on your "mamma", and your "sorella" and your wife and after I fuck them all, then whe'll talk! Got it?

And he tossed the phone against the wall, breaking it into a million pieces. He fast grabbed the briefcaste, not really looking inside and run across the door, closing it with a loud bang.

The two agents got out of their hidding places and joined together. Owen was smiling.

-Well... someone was reeeeeally pissed!

Nikita laught. Owen's sense of humor always made her laught. But all of a sudden, he saw his expression change, from smily into a horrified one as he look at her. It was only then that she felt a tickling sensation on her breasts as a warm liquid slowly spreading down her belly. She followed his look only to find out that the small tube had broken and was now spreading it's contents over her body in a green mess.

Owen quickly hold Nikita by her shoulders, expecting some kind of reaction from her face but, as she raised it, it showed nothing but shock.

-Nikita? Are you ok?

From the monitors, Birkhoff and Michael could also see the two agents. A sudden rush of adrenaline rushed trough Michael's veins as he saw her lovers cheast covered with this unknown liquid.

-Nikita?... - Repeated Michael clearly worried. - Is everything ok?... Talk to me!

Nikita made an effort to clear her trought, she could fell a weird numbness spreading across her every muscle.

-I... I think so...

But she was not sure of her words. Nikita could fell something was happening, she just didn't know what it was exactly. Her body was heating up in a strange way. She could sense her dress wearing down... shorter and shorter... Her flesh was swelling.

-Owen! Take her out of there, now! We need to check what was on that vial! - Yelled Michael.

Without a moment to lose he fast grabed Nikita and run to the door. She was felling numb enough to follow him without an argue.

-Hei! Hei! STOP! - Screamed Birkhoff as they were almost at the corridor of the previous stairway.

Owen frozed instantly making Nikita clash on him. A small odd moaning was eard from her as she did. He was surprised when he noticed that she was leaning against his back and smelling his neck in a very aroused atittude. He could fell his back wet with that ooze the moment she clashed him, and now was pressing on him. What scared him the most was not the fact of knowing that now he was also contaminated with whatever she had. No. What scared him was the notion that now he couldn't have the strengh to take them both out of there, safetly.

- Two guards next corner. - Owen backed away two steps. - Wait! Damn it! Two guards on that direction too.

Two patrols were about to cross the two corner, there was no time to break an entry... they were cornered. No way out.

Owen preparing himself to fight back, unfortunatly that would result on the failure of their mission by exposure, but what the heck, he had to do something! He was about to draw his gun when Nikita stoped him.

-Owen, don't! I got a better idea...

-I'm all ears...

Without words she ripped his jacket and shirt flat open exposing his perfect cheast muscles. Bottons flew every where. Owen's eyes pop open in complete shock as she grabbed him by the collar as sank both of them into the wall in a rude impact. Owen let out a groan as he felt Nikita's body bonding his own, gasping together. Warm was spreading all over. She had the most perfect forms. The desire to take her right there and now,make her his, all night long cross every fiber of his being. He tried to speak but no sound was coming out. The green ooze and growing arousal was clouding his judgment. It was definitly clouding hers! She reached even closer as her hand made its way down his cheast and nibbled on his earlobe to whisper...

-Shhhhh!... Kiss me!

Owen gazed upon her eyes. For months he had dreamed with this. For months he has been in love with her but never got the chance because of the scrawny guy of hers. He knew that she enjoyed his company, she laught at his jokes and felt relaxed by his side but he needed so much more from her. It was getting harder day by day for him to just stand by her side, like a simple partner/friend that she took him for.

Kissing Nikita, or being so intimate with her like he was being, right now, was a thing he could only dream about. And now... it was happening, probably thanks to that green stuff. He could fell it's effects stronger also.

His fingers ran through her black long hair and pulled her head closer. Their lips brushed for brief moment and then, with a forcefulness that surprised Nikita, Owen fully sank into her lips scouring his tongue deep into her mouth. Their faces moved toward each other as if in slow motion.

They both let out an audible moan, their hands went to each other's bodies, exploring every inch.

Michael was watching all this and was taken by the urge of punching that same monitor over and over again until it would become dust. He's got her idea. But, for the love of God, should she be enjoying this much? He knew that he would, but her? He curled his fists and, tremling in pure anger, he forced himself to cross his arms before he really did it.

The two rounds eventually crossed and were faced with, what seemed a couple that apparently had too much drink and were delighting themselfs on the first alone space they could find.

One of them smirked, the other two were shocked and the fourth one was the only one that could talk.

-Hey! You two! This is off limits. Get a room!... Hey! Do you ear me?

That was ignored dow. Nikita was now grabbing Owen's ass and pushing him further to her. He lifted her leg and slammed her harder on the wall still kissing in complete arousement, gasping and moaning. Hands grabbing and palping. Nikita could fell the lenght of Owen's hard cock rubbing her love hole, making her wet by the second. Her heart beating wild a desire so strong that even hurt.

All the guards looked at each other and decided to ignore that spectacle, instade they shook their heads and grinned.

-Jesus Crist! Let's go. These two aren't here to steal anything!... They aren't going nowhere!

They bursted out laughting and move away. As they corned again the corners, Michael was the first on their coms.

-HEY! THERE'RE GONE! YOU CAN STOP IT AREADY!

But they didn't...

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