It had been several hours since the sun had gone down. Everyone in Division was asleep for the night. Alex hadn't realized how creepy the place could be when all the lights went out at night.

The computer screens were all black, the light touch Birkhoff and Sonya always brought missing. Ryan wasn't in his office, Micheal not standing tall taking care of ops.

Alex kept a steady pace towards the training room, feeling slightly exposed in the room. For the past few nights she had been unable to sleep, her eyes closing but her body never resting. Most of this was to do with Sean and his official joining of Division. Though the whole transition had happened weeks ago, she was still on edge. It was her fault he was here. Sean was one of the most prestigious Navy Seals and now the whole world believed him to be a terrorist.

And it was all Alex's fault.

Even though Sean seemed to be adjusting fairly well, he now no longer had a choice. He couldn't choose to leave this place, nor could he choose to leave Alex. He was stuck here, just like the rest of them. He was stuck with Alex.

So tonight, just like every other night before, she found herself in the training room. Her haired pulled up high and her fists wrapped, whaling on whatever punching bag she decided to make her victim.

"Can't sleep?"

Alex hit the punching bag again, this time sending it several inches away from her body before it flew back into her awaiting hands.

Owen.

"What gave me away?" Alex sassed, whipping the beads of sweat from her brow and than turning to face the blond.

Owen's lips turned up into a small smile, the amusement unfortunetely never reaching his eyes. Instead those crystal blue eye's expressed his worry.

Alex turned away from him when he didn't answer, going to unwrap her hands.

"Well you're in luck because I could use some stress therapy too," Owen challenged, waiting to see how Alex reacted.

Her eyes snapped to his, "I'm not stressed."

"No, obviously not," sarcasm dripped from his voice, furthering Alex's aggression.

"Fine, I'll take you." Alex snapped, "how do you wanna do this?"

Owen pondered it for a moment, "basic hand to hand."

"Fine with me," Alex muttered, taking a stance and putting her firsts up.

Owen sized her up for a moment, taking in everything, from her posture to her feet position. Everything he needed to know was in those two things, which was her dominate hand, how her first swing would play out. He could see her first move before she had even made it.

Owen smirked, readying himself, "ladies first."

He was taken off guard when she swung for him, just barely missing her swing. He stumbled back, not expecting her to use her left hand for the first punch, especially since it was obvious she had been right handed.

Alex went right for him again, not giving him the chance to recover, "did you honestly think I hadn't realized what you were doing. I can tell when someone is trying to read me."

Owen dodged and blocked her punches with ease once he was back on his guard she was quicker than he had thought. It brought a smirk to his face, he would make a mental note to train with Alex more often. Pretty quickly he found himself swinging at her every now and then but she dodged with ease. He didn't really feel the need to go all out on her. For now he was just taking her punches, knowing full well this was exactly what she needed right now. A punching bag that would put up a fight.

Slowly but surely she began to get sloppy, her punches get less and less aggressive Once more she swung at Owen, this time Owen blocked and used her power against her, with a quick jab to her exposed stomach Alex found herself on the ground, dizzy.

"You didn't think I was going to let you win did you?" Owen asked, offering a hand to the girl who was so obviously winded after his blow. He hadn't even hit her THAT hard, not as hard as he would hit a real opponent.

"I thought I was winning," Alex grunted, accepting his hand.

"You're quick but sloppy. You let yourself get worn down to fast," Owen admitted, "I just had to wait for an opening."

Alex didn't say anything more, stepping away from him and going to her work out bag. Though the training session was helpful, she was still frustrated. Not only because of Sean anymore but now because she had lost to Owen.

"You alright?" Owen asked, not daring to follow after her as she hoisted the bag onto her shoulder. Owen was well-aware of his third-wheel presence but still he wanted to help Alex just as he had done in the past for Nikita. It was no wonder the two of them were so close, they were so similar in Owen's eyes.

Owen could see the things that Alex and Sean couldn't see. Sean was overbearing, he didn't see Alex in the same light as Owen. Alex like he, had a tragic past. Though Owen knew only a few details, he could see it was something Alex was ashamed of showing Sean.

Sean wasn't like her, he had a good name, honor. Alex had all that stripped from her and she had absolutely no choice in the matter. She couldn't open up to Sean in the way he wanted her too.

"I don't want to talk about it," Alex asked, grabbing her water bottle and downing the rest of it's contents in one giant gulp.

Owen understood, deciding to not press it. He didn't know Alex as well as he wished, she still didn't open up to him that much. They had had there moments, between the butterflies and his past but Alex still held back on him. Unlike Sean, Owen knew how to stand back and wait, which was exactly what Alex needed from Sean. Patience.

So instead, Owen would drop the subject and let Alex come to him, that is if she even wanted to. So for now he would try to crack a joke and lighten the mood.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you pack one hell of a punch when you're pissed," Owen looked down at his arms, examining the bruises that were already beginning to form on his tan skin. There was a small pause between the two of them, Owen's words hanging in the air. Alex didn't laugh or crack a smile, she was looking at the clock that told her it was half past midnight.

"Owen-"

"Yeah?" He watched her for a second, wondering what it was that was going to come from her mouth.

"Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, just get some sleep. You look like hell," Owen admitted, which finally caused a single laugh to erupt from her throat.

"I'll try," though she knew she couldn't go back to sleep. She would have to go back and climb into bed with Sean. The second her head hit that pillow her mind would start racing again and the guilt would take over.

Owen left her be and Alex stayed put for a few minutes before finally deciding to shower and try to sleep. When she did finally craw back into her bed next to Sean who had been snoring lightly, her mind wondered to Owen. She had never taken to someone quite so easily, he wasn't pushy like everyone else. He was patient and he understood without even having to be told.

As she thought about him more and more, she began to realize that he had never told her why he had been awake.

She would have to ask him in the morning.

Regardless she was happy he had spared with her. Exhaustion had finally set in and a deep sleep took over Alex for the first time in weeks.