First Fanfic so please be gentle, but I'd love to hear any comments! I'll try to update chapters often :)
*disclaimer, I love Nikita but sadly I don't own it :(no characters are mine
"She saved your life! Don't you get it Michael, she saved you!" Owen shouted furiously at the broken man in front of him.
Michael and Nikita had been fighting again. Since his recovery from surgery about three weeks ago, Michael had been biting at Nikita's throat almost constantly. The beautiful assassin took the assault stoically, never raising her voice or defending herself. This last fight had been too much for her though. Michael had woken up with a phantom pain in his missing right hand. He groaned in pain as Nikita tried to comfort him. Michael angrily, suddenly struck out with his left hand and smacked her across the face. Her deep, brown eyes searched his face, confused. They had sparred and fought many times over the past years, but Michael had never hit her so forcefully, so angrily, before. It seemed to Nikita, that this time, he really meant to hurt her.
Nikita ran out of their room in Division and hadn't been seen since. Owen and Alex wandered the labyrinthine halls looking for her but the petite Asian was nowhere to be found.
"I'm not talking to him," insisted Alex, looking like a proper Russian heiress in her haute couture jacket and skirt.
"I'd like to keep my head attached to my neck! I'm not going into that hothead's room," replied Owen, "He'll be gentle to you, he likes you."
"Rock, paper, scissors?" Suggested Alex.
"What are we, twelve?" Owen joked, but held his fist out anyway. "Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot… damnit, best two out of three?" Alex shook her head and stood back, gesturing for the loser to head into Michael's room.
Owen carefully treaded into the stark, bright room. Michael, unshaven and rumpled, sat on the bed staring at the wall.
"Hey man," Owen said, making sure not to say or do anything to set the volatile Michael off. Michael swung around and Owen saw tears glistening in his red-rimmed eyes. Owen shifted back and forth slightly. Michael's mean glare followed the uncomfortable man. "I don't know what went on here earlier, but Alex and I have been looking for Nikita, we think she might have found where Amanda is hiding out. She called us in earlier to talk about it, but we can't seem to find her anywhere. Even Birkoff couldn't find her on the cameras. She's been MIA since this morning it seems."
Michael sat silently for a full minute before spitting out, "You think I know where she is?"
"Well I thought maybe she told you if she was going out or when she'd be back. Could you maybe call her and find her?" Owen calmly suggested, already eying the exit ready to make his escape.
"Listen, I know you've all been talking about crazy, angry Michael, but stop treating me like I'm some hostile animal. No I do not know where Nikita is, and I'm not calling her. She's a big girl, she'll turn up later. And frankly I don't care where the bitch is!" Michael yelled, standing up to his full six foot once inch height.
"She saved your life! Don't you get it Michael, she saved you?" Owen yelled back before stalking out of the room. The gray, metal door slammed firmly behind him.