So, to whoever already read this story in the past, I edited once again. I feel now is a little better... I shall edit the other 2 chapters, once I have time and if I have enought reviews so please review this new editing, that's the only thing that makes me happy.

(Tell me I'm a lousy writer or an OOC writer... whatever... but tell me what you think of the change... :) If you think it's worth your time, I'll continue; if not... thanks anyway.

Sorry if I fail on any gramar.

WRATH - CHAPTER I

His foot was pushing the gas pedal until his foot hurt. Clenching the shaking gear box, as curves of dirt, buffed the front glass, bending him over right and left at full trust. Michael's heart was pounding like crazy reflecting on his mad driving. Events still fresh on his mind kept poping on.

One of his worse nightmares had finally happened! He had chosen the car, instade of the Division van, so she could be safe from him but the minute Nikita said something was wrong over the com, he knew he did the wrong call. He rushed to her last location, but Divison van was long gone. Skid marks on the road. A couple of meters on the ground her favorite Beretta and just two inches from him... her com. Yes. Something was seriously wrong and he was the one who pushed into it.

The tires squeaked loudly as he turn the last set of trees and pulled the brake in the roughest way anyone would. He momentanely gazed at the empty seat as guilt struck up to him. A cloud of sand filled across the last crossway and almost reach Michael as he stormed inside their safe house.

Birkhoff's complantings hit him at the very entrance, even before he noticed his presence.

"Oh, man! Com'ooooon...Where are you...?"

Drabling furiously into the keyboard of his computer. He was freaking out even faster than he was. Nikita meant too much to the both of them. But being emotional was not an option for Michael, in this situation. He didn't had time for it. Not if he wanted her back. And the first hour was crucial. Michael threw his cout on the couch, roll up his sleeves and he paced towards him.

"Birkhoff, expand the search grid!"

Birkhoff jumped over his seat.

"Jasus, Mikey! How did you get here so fast?! Wanna give me a heart attack?!"- Michael just smirked. - "Anyway... I already done that ten minutes ago. Still nothing."

"Because if the agents in that van have bean killed, it wasn't Division..."

"...It was Brant!" - Sean's loud voice concluded his loud thought as he walked to their meeting.

Nothing that Michael didn't already figured out. But having someone saying it outloud, only made it worse. He felt the dark desperation slowly spread like a deadly cloud.

"Scan all of metro Baltimore!"

"I already have... it came up empty."

"HELL, DO IT AGAIN!" - He bursted. What else can one do, when all doors, close on one's face? There was no options, no leads, no trackers to follow anymore. A sudden urge to scream his lungs off came over Michael. He turned around in one fast move, just before he actually did.

Sean was staring at Michael like he was looking at a mad man. Birkoff just sighted. He growned accostumed to Michael's heated reactions during Division days and now, specially now, he understood him.

Alex came across the room and affectionately rubed his arm.

"Hei! We'll find her, ok?"

Her wide blue eyes quavering just how scared she was. Scared just like him. Somehow that calmed him down. He couldn't freak out.

Unfortunatly time has a weird way of changing all things...

Five hours had passed and still no news.

They followed a slim trail of Brant cell mate but it turned up the only information they could get was to know just how sadistic he really was. It wasn't a good thing. There was no more leads to follow.

22:00 PM. Eleven long hours passed.

Clearly Birkoff was exhausted. Red eyes. More than a dozen of Red Bull can's spread over his desk. He kept running surveillance cameras one by one as he did for the last ... How long was it again? He lost track... But he was no quitter. For that was all he could do and no one would take him out of there. No one even tryed. No one was a third of the Hacker he really was. They would see. He would get her back and then they would have to finally bow down before Shadowalker. He smirked. That would be a good one. If somebody could find Nikita, that someone was him, but for now it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Still, he wouldn't stop. He owed her that much... he just couldn't. He took a another zip of the can, it gaive him another jolt of energy. "Hang on, Nikki! Just hang on! I'll find you." Was all he could think about.

Sean had went out to take care of same papers regarding his mother's burial so Alex was in the kitchen alone trying her best to finish up an old russian recipe. Despite she knew nobody would want to eat tonight, she needed to feel that she was still being useful somehow. She was there to nurse them and inflame moral support on the troops... because that was what Nikita would do for her, if it was the other way round. She gazed the room at the door way.

Birkhoff had this sad, inward-looking as he stared unblinkly at the screan. He looked tired but at least he was keeping himself busy. Michael, on the other hand, was another story. He wasn't reacting. Ever since they arrived from the informante mission, he simply layed on the chair and stood there, for hours, in complet stillness and silence. His face was a reck, seemed like he didn't sleept or eaten for days. His eyes staring numb at the dark waves of the sea ahead.

Alex came with two bowls of soup on her hands. She was pleased with the result and it smelled nice too. She struggled for a tiny space on the tech's overfilled desk to drop his soup and headed out to Michael.

"Here!"

Michael didn't bother turning around, he just slightly head-shake.

"Michael, you haven't eaten all day..."

Silence.

"You need to keep your strengh up when we find her. She will need you! So eat!"

Her voice wouldn't take a "no" for an answer. It was so much of Nikita's attitude in her. It made him smile. She was a good friend. He took the bowl out of simpaty insteade of real hunger.

"Thankyou..." - he whispered.

Michael's stomach was a mess but he made the special effort of taking a spoon of Alex's soup to his mouth. That seemed to please her and she turned around prouldy walking out of the room.

It flashed to him Nikita's sexy walk in nothing but her lingerie and high wheels as she turned and smiled at him. "I love you.". His felt his trought tighten and he almost choke. Tears stung at his eyes. He had all this marcial experience, fire arms and stealth technology and still he couldn't find her. And there was nothing he could do but wait just wait for a piece of news. Never, in all his life, he felt more useless. If only he kept his silly idea of putting a tracker on her whenever they went on a mission. Oh, he knew why he didn't. Because she would found it and be pissed at him for not trusting her. She was always fearcely independent and that was one of the things he loved about her. Still it seemed now a pretty good idea. She had been kidnapped by a sadic maniac with a revenge plan and he was good. Good enough to illude Birkhoff's attentive eyes. "Where are you, honey?" It feared him to even think how she was. Michael knew the kind of man Brant was. He knew he would torture, just for his own pleasure, until he kill her. He couldn't bare that tought. He couldn't bare the tought of her lifeless body found in some dark alley somewhere by a perfect stranger.

"Oh no! She isn't doing this again!"

Michae's eyes flashed as he dropped the bowl and ran to the sound of Birkhoff's voice, desperate for some kind of news on Nikita. He felt disappointement when only Sonya appeard on the computer.

"Allright chica, I have a bone to pick up with you!... "

"I have a message..." - she started just before she was rolled off by a familiar face.

"Oh God, Percy..." - droned the tech - "Can't you just die already?"

Michael's heart just took off. What did he want? Was he there to brag? Had he finally killed Nikita? Whatever it was... it wasn't good.

"Birkhoff I don't have time to talk to the children." - Percy spatted in a rusky voice.

"Where's Nikita?" - Michael exploded blocking Birkhoff at the scream.

"How badly you want to find her?" - he teased.

"I'm not in the mood for games, Percy! Where is she?"

Percy was smiling maliciously.

"You know where she is... she's with Brant."

"What does he want?"

"He wants what all of us want: to be heard. And it seems he's having a hard time getting trought to your girlfriend..."

"Just get to the point, Percy!"

"The point? If you want Nikita, you have to sacrifice yourself, Michael. Simple enough?"

Michael swallowed hard at his next tought but he had to make sure.

"And just how do I know she's still alive?"

Percy smirked once again.

"You see... I just knew you were going to ask me that, Michael. So here's a live streaming. Don't bother tracking it down. I'll give you 5 minutes."

Percy waived to someone and the image was immediately replaced by a darker one on which laying on an iron bed with wrists and anckles handcuffed was Nikita.

"Birkhoff, tape this!" Michael manage to order just before he really paid attention to the image.

His brows furrowed as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He look at it with a shight of pure horror. There she was. Her hair was all messed up, her shirt and body was swetty and a sting of blood was gushing freely on the corner of her mouth. Nikita seemed to be out and circuling her, like a predator, was a huge man: Brant. He stick a small capsule under her nose and she jumped out from her numbness instantly.

"-Wake up, beautiful! Don't tell me that is all you got..." - He teased, hurdling around, taking his time, while his hands slowly move along Nikita's skin. - "I expected so much more... Remember the first time I saw you? In that club in Sao Paulo?" Michael couldn't help noticing that hand and it made is blood boil. "You were wearing that purple dress, saying you had too many mohitos. God, you were beautiful!"

"I told you already... that wasn't me! I was ordered to e..."

Sudenly Nikita's eyes pop up and her screams pierced trough the air. Her body shaked uncontrollably against the metal bed, again and again. Michael's hands turn into fists. Tears reached Michael's eyes as he saw her, once again, passed out. Again Brant uses the same to wake her. She was panting in pain.

"Stop lying! Just who do you think you're kidding?! I KNOW YOU intimidtly! And I'm not just talking about the sex, now. No. You enjoy doing this to me!"

"Just kill me and get it over with!" - Her voice barely above normal aldow she was trying to scream.

Michael's heart skiped a bit. Just how long was she induring this sick prick's torture to actually make her wish that? Too long... He felt desperatly useless.

"-NO! I suffered for five long years in that hole. - Brand get inches from her mouth. - You think I'll cheat You even one second of that?!

He smirked as he grabed her face and fully merge his lips on hers. It was clare her face of disgust, but there was nothing she could do... Michael hit the table so hard that everything jumped.

Brandt took his time to scavage her mouth before letting her go and it drove Michael to insanity. After a second and a third punch on Birkhoff's desk, god thing was, it was finally swimmingly clean.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

Alex came running to see what was the noise about, only to see Birkhoff waiving deseperatly at her, warning her to be silent.

"No! Just Relax!" - Brant continue. - "I'm just begining..."

Again he was aproaching her mouth when, sudenly, Percy pop up, like a bad comercial.

Michael had to gobble up his rage on his hurting fists before facing the scream, only to coldly say the only thing he knew he would say:

"When and where?"

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I felt like this was missing on the episode. My Brand it's much more devious... I have a couple of ideias for the basement torture with Michael. (Hi! Hi! Hi!)*