Takes place during 3x03 "True Believer" when Nikita and Alex attempt to break out a former Division agent, Mia out of prison. However there is a bit of a twist that leaves Alex and Nikita fighting for their lives.
"We got a live one out here." Nikita exclaimed as Alex quietly closed the prison back doors so no guards would hear their escape.
"I'm sorry, Nikita. I must have missed him." Sonya apologized through her intercom back at Division headquarters. Birkhoff gave her a disapproving look but she was too focused on her computer screen to notice.
"I think we're cool." Nikita reassured Sonya. Alex and Nikita made their way to the top of the stairs as Mia walked passed the guard.
She swiftly sent her hand straight into the guard's throat, disabling him for a moment while she grabbed the gun from its holster and elbowed him in the face, effectively knocking him unconscious. Without hesitation, she aimed and fired the weapon straight at Nikita who was still at the top of the stairs with Alex.
"No!" Alex cried, instinctively pushing Nikita out of the bullet's path.
As if it were happening in slow motion, Nikita saw the bullet pierce through Alex's shoulder, just below her collarbone, sending her crashing into the wall behind.
Alex slumped against the wall as her legs gave out beneath her, staining the wall with a streak of her blood as she collapsed.
The gunfire immediately ceased but Nikita was unaware.
"Alex." Nikita cried out. "Alex!" this time a little louder.
Nikita quickly crouched down next to Alex trying to assess the damage.
"Alex, look at me. Look at me." She immediately began to apply pressure to the wound. With her other hand she tried to gently turn Alex's face to look at her but she soon realized that her hands were still handcuffed together as part of her cover.
"Nikita, do you copy?" Ryan Fletcher asked through Nikita's earpiece. Remembering she was still in contact with Division she shouted, "Mia's turned. Alex is down. I repeat, Alex is down!"
"Stop!" Nikita turned her head to see who was yelling. Mia stood at the bottom of the stairs with the gun trained on Nikita.
"What are you doing" Nikita asked, discovering she was no longer loyal to Ryan and Division, but to Joshua.
"Shut up! Take out your earpiece!" Mia commanded.
Having no way to escape the gun aimed at her head, Nikita complied. Since her hands were still handcuffed together she was forced to take the pressure off of Alex's wound, sending more blood gushing from the injury.
Alex cringed and struggled to catch her breath as she sat helpless next to Nikita.
"Hers too!" Mia ordered, nodding the gun towards Alex.
Nikita was forced to comply again and reached her bloodied hands towards Alex's ear to grab the communicator. She could faintly hear Ryan yelling "Nikita?" multiple times from the speaker.
"Throw them here."
She did as told. Mia immediately stomped down on them with the heel of her boot, effectively destroying them. The faint sounds Nikita heard from Ryan were now silent.
Nikita was now growing more worried. Alex was slowly bleeding out and they were both at the mercy of Mia with no communication with Division.
"Mia, what do you want?" Nikita asked as she brought her attention back to Alex's wound. It was bleeding more than a normal through and through gunshot to the shoulder. Shit, Nikita thought, the bullet nicked an artery. She needed to get Alex out of there.
Suddenly she remembered that Alex had a prison guard belt on, equipped with handcuffs, keys, and most importantly, a gun. She cautiously began to bring her hand toward the holster when she heard a gunshot buzz past her head, only missing by a few inches.
"Don't even think about it, Nikita." Nikita's eyes quickly shot up towards Mia.
"Take it off slowly and throw it to me. And don't try anything stupid or I'll blow both of your heads off."
Nikita unbuckled the belt and began to lift it away from Alex. The movement caused Alex to wince in pain, immediately making Nikita regret moving her in the slightest.
When the belt was removed she tosses it over to Mia, who then grabbed it and draped it over her shoulder.
"Get up. Both of you. Get in the van." She ordered, nodding her head at the black transport van behind her.
"Why?" Nikita asked. "You don't need to do this. You're free. Just come back to Division so Ryan can clear you."
"Division is a lie…I killed for Division; innocent blood on my hands. I didn't think there was any way to make it right, until one person stood up."
"Who? Joshua?" Nikita replied sarcastically.
"You." Nikita was immediately taken off guard. "You were supposed to take that place down. You kept it running!"
"Division's different now."
"Sure it is. Joshua and I are going to make Division pay for what it's done."
"Get up. Now. I'm not asking." Mia sent another warning shot into the wall a few inches above Alex and Nikita.
"Mia, Alex…she can't."
"That's not my problem. Now get up."
Nikita figured it was better to just comply and see where she was taking them instead of getting both her and Alex killed right then.
"Alex, I have to get you up, okay?" Nikita whispered. Alex weakly nodded in approval. Nikita reluctantly removed the pressure on her wound and cringed as she watched more blood flow out. Alex's face was now ghastly pale and glistened with sweat.
It was extremely difficult trying to get Alex up with her hands cuffed together. But Nikita managed by easing Alex's good arm around her shoulders and steadying her by grasping her at the waist. Nikita lifted the two of them with her legs and used the wall for extra support. Alex grunted, as every movement was tiresome and painful.
Mia stood impatiently, keeping the gun aimed at Nikita as they slowly made their way to the door of the van.
"In." Mia pointed to the empty floor of the van.
Nikita sat Alex down on edge of the van opening, leaning her against one side of the door, as she climbed in first. As gently as possible, she dragged Alex into the van, leaving a trail of Alex's blood on the van's floor. While Mia made her way to the driver's seat, Nikita quickly surveyed the vans surroundings, searching for any possible escape or anything useful for that matter. She found nothing. After all, it was a vehicle for transporting criminals. Not even the space between the front and back of the van was unprotected, giving Nikita no opportunity to try to take over the steering wheel when Mia was not alert.
She cursed under her breath coming to the realization that she and Alex were stuck in the back of this van until Mia let them out.
Nikita turned her attention back to Alex, who was in desperate need of medical attention. She laid Alex down on the uncomfortable van floor and began to unbutton her guard uniform to get a closer look at the wound. Peeling the bloody garment from the wound made Alex gasp in pain.
"I'm sorry, Alex. But I need to get a better look at it." Alex understood and clenched her teeth through the rest of the process. Finally Nikita had gotten the soaked uniform off, leaving Alex in her white tank top, which was now almost completely stained crimson red. Nikita crumpled up the soiled uniform so that the area untouched by blood could be put under Alex's head as a pillow to make her at least a little bit less uncomfortable then she already was.
Nikita then focused her attention on finding something to slow the bleeding. She searched around the van floor for anything but only found old food wrappers and empty water bottles. Thankfully she came across a white towel hidden in the corner. She quickly pressed it to the wound forcing Alex to cry out and struggle beneath her.
"Sorry!" Nikita yelped. "Sorry…sorry. Alex, I'm sorry, this is my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to come with me." Nikita gently touched Alex's face with the back of her hand, while still making sure pressure was being applied.
"No." Alex replied, barely audible. "I-I wanted to come. It was my decision."
Nikita began to reach for her hand to give her a reassuring squeeze but stopped herself when she realized that grabbing Alex's hands would force her to take pressure off of the wound due to the handcuffs still restraining her.
Instead she looked into Alex's eyes and gave her a soft smile, trying to reassure that everything was going to be all right. Nikita panicked for a moment when she saw Alex's eyes close so she quickly shook her awake.
Nikita sighed in relief when she saw her eyes shoot open. "Alex, you have to stay awake okay?"
"I'm tired, Nikita." Alex exclaimed.
"I know, but please just stay awake for me." Alex nodded her head.
Nikita was growing increasingly uneasy and angry. She left Alex's side for a moment and made her way to the window separating Mia and the back of the van. Nikita knocked on the window to get her attention, accidentally smudging Alex's blood on the glass.
"What?" Mia growled.
"Please, can you take the handcuffs off? I need to help Alex."
"Nice try, but I'm not taking any chances."
"She's going to bleed to death if I don't do something!" Nikita shouted through the glass.
"Not my problem."
Nikita calmed herself for a moment, "Mia, Alex doesn't deserve this. Please, help her." Nikita was practically begging Mia for Alex's life. If this didn't work, Nikita didn't know what would.
"I said no. Shut up."
Nikita became extremely frustrated and banged on the glass shouting fowl names at Mia. It was no use the glass nor Mia would budge.
"I swear to God, if you let her die you'll have to kill me before I cooperate with you. For your sake, you better not let her die." Nikita threatened.
Nikita crawled back over to Alex and reapplied pressure. The towel was losing its white color to a dark red one faster and faster with each minute. By now they had been in the van for about thirty minutes, which doesn't seem like much time at all, but Nikita knew Alex was deteriorating fast.
"Alex, please stay with me." Nikita whispered worriedly.
Suddenly, the van came to a halt and the back door was thrust open.
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