Notes: 1) Set two years after the season 2 finale. Division is good, not evil with Ryan, Nikita and Michael running it.
2) Cassandra and Max are not in an isolated location. They're in London.
3) Alex and Sean are dating, as are Birkhoff and Sonya.
4)I don't own Nikita. I wish I did.
5) This idea popped into my head a few hours ago, and I just ran with it. Let me know what you think :)
Something felt...different. Not good, not bad, just different. Like something life altering was about to happen. Nikita couldn't exactly place her finger on it, but she certainly felt something. And the not-knowing aspect of everything was killing her.
"Maybe you're about to win the lottery." Alex suggested, playfully.
"Why would I need to win the lottery? I have you and Birkhoff."
"I'm cutting you off." Alex said. "You spend way too much money."
Nikita poked at the cranberry walnut salad in front of her. "Sorry mom."
"Do you have a bad feeling?" Alex asked. "Like the world is coming to an end?"
Nikita shook her head. Ever since bad Division was destroyed and good Division was created two years ago, Nikita's life had been pretty calm.
"It's not a bad feeling." Nikita replied.
"Then something good is coming your way, Nikita." Alex thought, optimistically. "Be more alert. Look for pennies, and four-leaf clovers."
Nikita got a whiff of the air, and gagged. "Ugh!"
"What's the matter?"
"I feel nauseous."
Alex frowned. "Did you eat something bad?"
"I ate oatmeal for breakfast and now I'm eating this salad." Nikita pointed to the burger in Alex's hand. "I'm willing to bet it's the smell of that poor animal you're eating that's making me sick."
"Nikita, I know you want us all to be vegetarians, but trying to convince me that my perfectly normal burger is making you sick, is pushing it."
"Well, what else can it be?"
Alex shrugged, "You could just have a stomach bug, or food poisoning."
Nikita scoffed, "No. I don't get sick. I have an amazing immune system."
"You can still get food poisoning, even if you're a healthy person."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"I usually am."
"Nikita." Michael called out to his girlfriend, in a slightly frustrated voice. He walked into the living room and saw his girlfriend hunched over her laptop, papers scattered around her.
"Michael." Nikita called back.
"It's getting late." Michael pointed out. "And you're still working."
"I'm just going over a few recruit files. A new girl, Miranda isn't having the easiest time adjusting. I'll be done in a few minutes."
Michael smiled at Nikita. He loved her and her dedication to Division. She took her job as resident counselor to recruits very seriously.
Michael sat down next to Nikita on their tan couch. "You can deal with Miranda later."
"Or I could see why she tried to kick Owen's ass right now, and not worry about it later."
Michael kissed Nikita's forehead and closed her laptop, "Alex told me you weren't feeling good. Maybe you should get some rest."
"It's just food poisoning. I'll survive."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. What else would it be, Michael?"
Michael shrugged, "Who knows? A million things could be wrong with you."
"Wow, babe." Nikita replied, sarcastically. "Thanks for the positivity."
"Promise me that you'll go to the doctor."
"Michael-"
"Promise me." Michael ordered, firmly.
"Ok. I'll go to the doctor."
"Thank you."
Nikita laid her head on Michael's chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Max called earlier." Nikita said.
"I know. He wanted to tell me about his report card. He told me he has the highest reading level in his grade."
Nikita smiled, "Aw, I'll have to call and congratulate him myself."
"I already promised him a trip to the aquarium for when he gets out here."
"I was thinking we could go to the zoo."
"Last time we took him to the zoo, you almost shot a security guard." Michael reminded her.
"He looked suspicious to me."
"You're just a little too trigger happy, sometimes."
"Now that there are no more bad guys to go after, my mind sort-of creates villains."
Michael chuckled, "Well since we're banned from the zoo, we'll have to stick to the aquarium."
"You're no fun."
Nikita looked around the small examination room, nervously. Something about hospitals rubbed her the wrong way.
She heard the door open and a middle-aged woman walked. "Hi Nikita. I'm Dr. Davis
Nikita looked up at the woman and smiled, "Hi, Dr. Davis."
Dr. Davis looked at her clipboard, "Well according to your chart, you're pretty healthy. What seems to be the problem?"
"I was feeling a bit nauseous for the past few days, so I wanted to come here and see if anything is wrong." Nikita told her.
"Any more problems so we can narrow down the list?"
"Umm, I was a bit dizzy last night, and I'm pretty fatigued, but I can work up to 60 hours a week sometimes, so that isn't anything unusual."
"Well these could be symptoms to something much bigger. Have you just recently been feeling like this?"
"Yeah, probably in the last few days, or so."
"Well that means if it is anything serious, we will be able to find out sooner and treat you sooner, so thank you for not procrastinating."
"Don't thank me, thank my boyfriend. He's the one that convinced me to come here today."
"Well tell him that I said thank you."
"I will. He'll go all, "I told you so." on me."
"I want you to get some blood work done."
Nikita raised an arched eyebrow, "Blood work? What for?"
"Well we use blood tests to find out all types of things. It could rule out a lot of illnesses."
"How long will it be before I get the results back?" Nikita questioned.
"It should only take a day or two. We'll call you as soon as we get the results."
Nikita nodded, "Ok."
"Now all you have to do is go downstairs to the lab so they can draw your blood. After that, you're free to leave."
Nikita stood up. "Alright." She started out the door.
"Where's Sean?" Nikita asked, turning to Alex who was sitting next to her on the couch.
"Visiting his sisters." Alex answered. "Why?"
"You've been spending a lot of time with me." Nikita replied. "So I figured Sean was away."
"That isn't the only reason I want to spend time with you, Nikita." Alex argued. "Sometimes, you just need girl time. I can only listen to Sean talk about basketball for so long before I want to lose my mind."
Nikita laughed, "I agree, 100%."
"I love him dearly, but when he yells at that television, it irks me."
Nikita's phone rings on the other side of the room. She gets off of the couch and grabs it.
"Hello?" Nikita greeted, after she answered her phone.
"Nikita. Hi, it's Dr. Davis."
Nikita took the phone away from her ear, and turned to Alex, "I'll be right back."
"Ok."
Nikita walked to her bedroom and closed the door. She put the phone back up to her ear. "Hi Dr. Davis."
"I was just calling to tell you that we have your results back."
Nikita sat down on her bed, "That was fast."
"Yes. Would you like me to tell you in my office or on the phone?"
"Well the phone is fine. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, you're in perfect health." Dr. Davis, replied.
Nikita let out a sigh of relief, "Good."
"You're also pregnant." Dr. Davis added.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"You're pregnant." Dr. Davis repeated.
Nikita shook her head, "No, there has to be some mistake."
"Nikita Meers, age 29. Vietnamese American. That is you, right?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"You're about 6 weeks along." Dr. Davis continued.
"That's impossible."
"Blood tests are pretty accurate, Nikita."
"I'm pregnant." Nikita said, astonished."
"I can make you am appointment with an OB if you'd like."
Nikita ran a trembling hand through her hair. "Yes, please."
"Ok then. I will talk to you soon."
"Thank you Dr. Davis."
"Oh, and Nikita?"
"Yes."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Nikita hung up and sat her phone on the bed. She was pregnant! Holy crap, she was pregnant.
Nikita stood up and walked back to her living room. She sat back down on the couch and took a deep breath.
Alex turned to Nikita, "Who was on the phone?"
"My doctor." Nikita replied.
"You actually went to the doctor? Wow. Was I right about the food poisoning?"
"No, I don't have food poisoning."
"Then what's the matter?"
"I'm pregnant, Alex."
Alex couldn't believe what Nikita just told her. Nikita was having a baby. A real, freaking baby. "Nikita are you serious?"
Nikita nodded, "Yes."
Alex let out a high-pitched squeal and wrapped her arms around Nikita's neck. "Nikita, you're having a baby! This is huge!"
"I know."
"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
"I'm fine. I'm extremely shocked, but I'm fine."
Alex smiled. "I'm so excited for you! Aren't you excited?"
Nikita didn't reply. She just bit her lip.
"What's wrong, Nik?"
"Alex, I never planned on having kids. I can't be a mom."
"Sure you can. You're Nikita."
"Yeah, Nikita who can kill people and save foreign diplomats. Not Nikita who changes diapers and have a kid."
"But, you are really good with Max."
"Max isn't my son. Yeah, I see him a occasionally, but I don't raise him 24/7."
Alex grabbed her hand, "You and Michael are going to be great parents."
"You really think so?"
"Of course."
Nikita grabbed Alex's hand, "Thank you."
"And I'm going to be an excellent godmother."
Nikita smiled, "Yeah, you are."
"So Sean better start some serious ass-kissing. He's competing with Birkhoff, Ryan, and Owen for the spot."