I don't own Nikita or any of its characters etc.

Well hey… This is the first chapter of my new story and apart from the fact that it's to do with Nikita it has nothing to do with my other one, it's not a sequel. I hope you enjoy it! Please read and review because I always love to hear what you have to say, especially when I start a new story :).

Alex's POV

"Hello stranger."

I glanced up from nonchalantly biting my nails to see a slightly agitated Michael, frowning down at me. His eyes blazed with intensity, but it was nothing he hadn't tried before. Somehow he always looked like had something on his mind... And I was the only person to ever notice how much it affected him.

"Hi," I replied in a monotone, expressionless voice. I wasn't in the mood for conversation, and certainly not with him, after what he'd done.

"Is this a good time to talk?" The light shifted in his eyes and he almost sounded apologetic. Almost.

"Well, since you're already talking, and I don't have a choice to listen to you… Then I say what the hell," I studied his face carefully for a hint of reaction but my bluntness hadn't altered him at all. Damn it.

"You're going to have to forgive me sometime Alex," the carved-out worry lines in his forehead deepened and he watched as I subtly shook my head, but I guess it wasn't subtle enough.

"You will, eventually. You can't resist."

His eyes danced playfully as he sat down in the seat next to me, "No. I don't. And you're more resistible that you care to think." I shuffled as far away from him as the sofa allowed and pouted like an unhappy child.

Michael's POV

I took a breath as I watched the sun swallow her face and bask it in a gleam of warm, yellow light. Her eyes twinkled and she clearly seemed to be enjoying the way she got under my skin.

"Alex, it's okay," I laughed. "I'm touched that you care so much about me but I'm sure Nathan will forgive me."

"It's not you I'm worried about! And just to clarify things, I never worry about you. In fact, I would go as far as saying I don't give a damn… It's me… Do you seriously think that he'll ever want to talk to me again after the way you acted?" She averted her gaze and then quickly looked back, her piercing blues eyes glaring straight through me. I tried to turn down the corners of my mouth and conceal my smile but I could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes, that she thought it was everything but funny.

"Oh come on," I teased. "Was I really that bad?"

"You punched him in the nose!"

I sucked in my cheeks and grinned what I hoped was a cheeky smile, "I guess that wasn't my best behaviour was it?"

"Michael!" The pitch and volume of her voice rose to an ear- shattering level. "He had to go to the hospital… and get stitches! And it was all because you can't control your anger problems." Her slender finger jabbed my chest rapidly before returning to her mouth, where she continued to chew the nail down to the nub.

"He shouldn't have done that to you," I lowered my voice and kept my face as straight as possible, simple instructions on how to deal with an unruly recruit.

"Oh and what?" Alex exasperated. "Are you my sort of guardian angel now then? I don't need you to look out for me. And what Nathan and I did wasn't wrong… we're both adults."

My heart started to race within my chest and I felt myself start to tense up, things were going to get heated.

"Yes Alex, you are an adult. Within Division. And whatever you do in your own time that doesn't agree with the rules, has repercussions that I have to follow through with, you of all people should know that."

The stabbing pain that emanated from within my chest felt like betrayal and I waited for whatever over- exaggerated excuse she had to offer.

Alex's POV

He was acting unbelievably. It was absolutely none of his business who I was with and when.

"So what?" I mocked. "Aren't you going to do what you always do when I screw something up? Take the blame or make it look like it never happened? What am I your favourite or something?"

I knew as soon as the words had exploded out of my mouth that they should have never had been said at all.

Michael's jaw tensed up and he took a threatening step towards me, all the laughter had disappeared.

"I don't have favourites," he stated almost like he had recited it a thousand times before.

"Are you sure about that?" I challenged him and matched his stance so our faces were only inches apart. I felt his warm breath wisp past my cheek every time he exhaled in frustration and I felt my heart stammer and softly beat between the words we exchanged.

"Without a doubt."

Three simple words, yet they stung more than Nathan storming out had.

"Then why… do you care?" I was unsure whether I would be able to cope with the answer, and when he opened his mouth to speak I realised it was too late to take it back.

Michael glowered and the lighting in the room cast haunting shadows across his face, "I don't. But it still doesn't mean that you should have slept with him."

I gulped. I had no idea that he knew so much.