Hi guys!

So I recently started watching Nikita. I never really got into it because it just didn't seem like my thing, you know. But then episode nine aired her in Belgium, I took my time to actually watch and suddenly I'm in love! With the show, with the characters AND with Mikita!

Now I haven't written in a long time and I'm pretty sure this story is gonna turn out crappy because 1: I haven't written in forever, so I'm rusty and 2: because I suck at action, so I'm gonna try keeping that out of this story for the most part.

Anyway, tell me what you think and if it's worth continuing!

Love ya'll

PS: I have no idea when this takes place, somewhere after episode four but before episode nine

Nikita's POV

It all happened so fast…

One second she was fighting Michael, yes again, for like the fifth time this week. She spotted two of his back up devision-agents with a gun in their hand, trying to aim at her while she was fighting the second in command of their big boss.

But they were going fast… to fast. Nikita couldn't even think about her moves anymore, she was blocking and punching and kicking, it was all a blur of motions. Neither Nikita nor Michael were getting the upper hand in this fight. Which kind of made sense since he trained her and they knew each others moves about as well as the back of their own hands.

*BANG!*

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain pierce her back.

Next thing she saw was a genuine surprised look of her ex-mentor/enemy and then she fell on the hard and wet concrete of a small alley

Cold…she was so cold, like she fell into the water while ice-fishing on the North pole.

She was shaking like a leave on a tree about to be blow away by a hurricane. Everything looked so blurry and her eyes felt so heavy.

Nikita saw a black shadow lean over her but couldn't quite figure out who or what it was until she heard a voice.

"Play dead" it whispered softly and she vaguely recognised it as Michael.

She gave in to the desire of closing her eyes. The last thing she felt were two fingers in her neck, after that she felt the huge black hole that was unconsciousness taking over.

Michael's POV

He didn't know why he told her to play dead. It was something that just popped into his head as soon as she hit the ground. He was just so tired of fighting her, she had been his best friend once upon a time, he had trained her, laughed with her, ate with her occasionally, even kissed her a few times. Most of them under the excuse of keeping their cover on missions of course. But there were two times it was just them, Michael and Nikita, alone somewhere, and holy crap, he enjoyed those kisses. He could honestly say he was developing feelings for his protégé and he was pretty sure she had some for him too. But then suddenly she was engaged to some dick named Daniel, Percy had him killed and Nikita went rogue. And now here they were, five years older, both a little wiser and one with a bullet in her back.

Michael knew some things about shotwounds and the one Nikita just had could be potentially deadly, but he had some knowledge about the human body and knew nothing major had been hit. As long as he could get the blood under control, she would be fine, in serious pain, but eventually she would be fine.

He took away his fingers from her neck and looked at the two agents who were standing about 13 feet away from him.

"Nice shot," he complimented and the two agents let out a breath of relief, she was finally dead!

"I'll inform Percy," Michael said and the agents nodded "you guys go home, it's been a long day."

"You don't want us to wait for a cleaner?" one of the guys asked. He was tall, sort of scrawny, had big, nerdy glasses, dirty blond hair and brown eyes while the second one, the one who shot Nikita, was bulkier, and mean looking with dark hair and light blue eyes.

"Nah, I'll stay, got nothing better to do tonight anyway," Michael told them and the two nodded, ready to get the hell out of there.

As soon as the two were out of the alley he took his phone and took a picture of Nikita's unconscious body.

After that he took of his dark blue blazer and rolled the dark haired beauty on her stomach to apply pressure on the wound.

While doing that he put the ear-piece of his cell-phone in his ear and pressed speed-dial number two.

"Yeah" the voice of Percy answered.

"It's done, she's dead," Michael told him and he heard Percy chuckle satisfied.

"Good job, Michael," Percy said and Michael rolled his eyes.

"Actually Jacobson took the shot, but whatever," Michael explained honestly.

"I'll be sure to thank him then, I'll send a cleaner to deal with the mess," Percy said.

"Honestly, I'd rather do that myself, Percy," Michael sighed and he heard Percy do the same in return.

"Why do you do this to yourself, Michael?" the older man asked.

"Look, I need some…closure or something…say goodbye. We were close Percy, I made her into what she was."

"Fine but I will need visual confirmation of her dead, send me a picture," Percy said and Michael nodded even though he couldn't be seen.

"Right away," Michael finished the conversation and turned his attention back to the woman lying on the ground.

Thanks to the pressure, most of the bleeding had stopped, but not completely. Michael sighed, if there would be any more blood loss, she would need a transfusion. Time to call in the help of a good friend of his…

Yeah, all this looked better inside my head….oh well it's out there now! Let me know what you think of this.