This story's as random as you can get, but I felt like Sonya never really gets the attention she should on the series, so I decided to write a fanfiction about her. It features other new people that will appear later.

Set after 3x05.

Btw, English is not my main tongue, Portuguese is, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

If only they knew that the happiness would be over soon.

They were sitting around a round table having dinner. Everyone was cheering: they caught another of the Dirty Thirty. They were one step closer to home, and that was a reason to celebrate. It took a while to convince Ryan, but Nikita's persuasion skills were better than what he knew.

They were interrupted by the singular crash of the glass behind them. The bullet that passed in front of everyone made Nikita, Michael, Owen and Alex pull their guns off. It didn't make much difference. It was obvious that the bullet had come from a far distance.

"Sniper." Michael said before looking around. "Birkhoff!" he screamed and pointed to his right.

She was still alive, for what they could see, she got hit on the shoulder. Sonya was lying on the ground.

"Any news?" Ryan asked as Michael got into the room.

"Nothing so far." He answered and the hope of everyone went away like the wind. "It was definitely a sniper, he was probably on the roof of the building behind the restaurant. We searched the place. Nothing. She was lucky, though." Those words made everyone take their looks from the ground and put them on Michael. "They used the wrong bullet. The impact with the glass changed the trajectory."

"The cops?" Fletcher interrupted the awkward silence once again.

"As far as the world knows, an African-American women was shot by some racist guy that ran away and killed himself on an alley. The reports will say that she died before she got even to the hospital."

Everyone sustained their breath as Birkhoff got out of the elevator. As much as he didn't like to admit it, Sonya did mean something. He wasn't sure what, but it was something. Maybe love, who knows?

He walked trough Operations and quickly became everyone's center of attention. When he got into the briefing room, no one said anything. No one knew what to say. No one knew exactly what was going on between the two of them.

"She's stable, should be awake in an hour or two." He said while trying to clean the blood on his hands to his black pants.

"You OK?" Owen asked.

"Yeah, I just need..." he didn't finished. He just stared at the table, as if his actual soul or attention was way far away from that room.

"Seymour, are you ok?" Michael toutched his shoulder.

"I'M FINE!" He yelled and left the room through the other door.

He walked as fast as he could. He almost ran, as a matter of fact. He ignored the calls on his phone and the hills, probably from Nikita, that were running towards him. He locked himself up on his office. Office wouldn't probably be the best word to describe it, giving the fifty thousand computers, the three million energy drinks and the DJ table. He sat on the table and took his private phone.

He stared at it for a few minutes. Wondering if he should make the call. In one hand, it would definitely help find out what was going on with Sonya, in the other, it could mean the last drop on the President, and that would mean massive death, that would kill both him and Sonya. But there's no life without her.

He dialed the number.

"Yes?" after a few seconds, a voiced was heard.

"Kate, you were right." he said and tears started to form in his eyes."She got hit."

"Seymour, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." he answered and couldn't help to think if he really was.

"I'm on my way." the women on the other side of the phone said and the line went dead.

Birkhoff couldn't help crying. If this was what he thought, there was nothing that could keep her safe, unless... He didn't want to think about it. There had to be a way.

If you found any mistakes plz tell me and I'll fix it.

I know it's small, but I wanted to know if I should continue, can you plz tell me?

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