A/N: Yeah. I know. REALLY shouldn't be starting a new story atm. NEED to update all my others but block is preventing me. INSTEAD: I have juts realised how much of a SALEX fan I'm becoming...

So, here's a story that happens sometime in season 2: bear in mind, have not seen the mid season finale so I will watch that and somehow incorporate it into the story. PROMISE. Will try and update as much as possible!

SO MOVING ON:

Disclaimer: I don't own Nikita. If I did, Ryan, Sean, Owen, Birkhoff, Alex, Nikita and Michael would be kickass team Nikita and Alex and Sean would be stealing longing looks inside Division already.

Alex woke up with her head throbbing, chest aching and something digging into her wrists. Her lungs felt tight and she had to fight to keep her eyelids open. She knew that feeling. Coming off a high...but...she hadn't been high in the first place...

She sat up straight, swearing as pain shot through her right arm. Somebody had drugged her. She pulled her arms over her head with some difficulty before seeing her wrists bound in front of her. Her feet weren't bound but her ankle hurt...she had a feeling somebody had done a bit more than just drug her. But as she tried to get up, her chest tightened again and she felt something stir in her stomach. She threw herself over the side of the bed she'd been tossed on and found a bucket just a while down the hallway, emptying the contents of her stomach, groaning soon afterwards. She convinced herself to open her eyes properly and was relieved to see herself in her own apartment. She found a sharp item on the kitchen counter when limping through the apartment and sliced through her bonds, seconds later banging open the kitchen cabinet and finding the spare, hidden phone and dialing Amanda's number. She would rather phone Nikita but she had a feeling that Amanda would be able to do more about her mystery attacker.

'Hello?'

'Amanda,' Alex said sharply. 'I've been attacked, knocked out, drugged, bound and left to rot in my apartment. Get somebody over here, now.'

'Wait...slow down!' Amanda ordered. 'What are you talking about?'

Alex felt her head pulse and she swore again, guiding herself to a chair. 'I woke up just now and I felt like I'd just come off a high...somebody drugged me. My hands were bound, my ankle hurts like hell and I've just thrown up lunch, breakfast and probably yesterday's dinner. Get somebody over here to check my place out, now!'

'I'll send Sean,' Amanda promised, hanging up before Alex could complain. Alex opened her laptop, knowing it would take Sean at least ten minutes to get there in peak traffic hour, which it seemed to be. She opened a private, secure video chat and Nikita's face appeared on the screen.

'Alex,' Nikita said in surprise. 'What's going on?'

'I've been attacked,' announced Alex through grit teeth. At Nikita's shell shocked face, Alex explained for the third time what had happened and saw her mentor's facials change to become cold.

'Do you think it's Semak?' Alex asked anxiously. Nikita shook her head. 'Not his style. Not Gogol. I reckon they, they being whoever attacked you, tried to OD you but had no idea what they were doing.'

'How did they do it?' Alex asked, more to herself than Nikita.

'Alex!' Sean's voice came ringing through the door and Alex gave Nikita a quick look before ending the call and hurrying to the door, flinging it open. How the hell did he get here so fast?

'Are you okay?' Sean asked, looking genuinely worried. Alex shrugged, wincing instantly and reaching out to gulp down a glass of water. 'I feel terrible,' she admitted. Sean drew his gun, glancing around the apartment. 'Where did you wake up?'

Alex nodded towards the bed. 'There. Bound. Ankle hurt. I reckon someone tried to OD me but didn't know what they were doing.' She closed her eyes as her headache spread all over her skull, wishing she didn't have to open her eyes again. She felt Sean's hand on her shoulder and heard his voice saying 'You going to be okay?'

'Yeah, 'course,' Alex scoffed, however, the moment she stood up to walk, her ankle gave way and she fell backwards. She felt Sean's arms wrap around her middle as he caught her and she breathed out in relief.

'You sure?' he asked with one eyebrow raised. Alex wanted to nod and just keep up a straight face while he was here but the pain in her head was getting more and more evident so instead of playing it brave, she shook her head. 'Does Division infirmary have any vacancies?' She opened her eyes, hating the flash of light that hit her. She saw Sean crack a smile. 'Probably. They'll close off your apartment to search. I'll drive you back.'

'Give me a second...' Alex said. 'I'll meet you down at the car.'

Sean began to protest. 'Yeah, but what if...'

'I'm a big girl, Sean, I can take care of myself for five minutes. I'm an agent...remember?'

Sean scowled, shutting the door behind him as he marched down the stairs. Alex breathed out in relief and quickly deleted her computer history for the past ten minutes before hiding it in the trapdoor that was built onto the wall. Then, she grabbed her jacket and followed Sean's footsteps outside.

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Once inside Division, without even considering Amanda, Sean lead Alex straight to the infirmary, his hand on the small of her back. Alex couldn't deny to herself that she was kind of flattered by his anxiety. He even stayed when the doctors checked up on her and they confirmed, she'd been drugged...a lot. However, it wasn't enough to OD, leading Alex to stick to Nikita's theory.

'Alex!' Amanda called and Alex saw her storm through the infirmary. 'Sean, why didn't you tell me she was here?'

'He was just going,' Alex said before Sean could say something stupid. Hey, he'd been incredibly sweet to her...sort of. She might as well return the favour. He shot her a discreet smile as a thanks and Amanda took a seat beside Alex's bed. 'Do you remember anything?' she asked. Alex shook her head. 'I...I don't remember anything except falling asleep on the first night I went back to my apartment. Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my head hurting like hell, my hands are tied, my ankle seems broken and I'm about to throw up.'

Sean's eyes blazed and Alex tried to ignore what seemed to be anger clouding his features.

'We'll figure this out,' Amanda promised, getting up. 'Sean? You coming?'

'Be there in a minute,' Sean said, his eyes not leaving Alex which made her inwardly squirm. Amanda left, smirking. Alex made an attempt to sit up in her bed. She failed, collapsing back onto her pillow. 'Oh my God,' she complained.

'Need help?' Sean asked, trying to hide a smile.

'Not from you,' Alex shot back but the joking tone was evident. Sean took a seat on the end of the bed, his hand resting on her injured ankle. 'Alex. I know you were lying to Amanda. What do you remember?'

Alex caught her breath. 'Pain,' she whispered. 'A hand. At my throat. I couldn't breathe and...' Alex's breathing became heavier and tears of fear pricked her eyes as she remembered.

'Hey, hey, hey...' Sean said softly, reaching out and clasping her hand in his. 'It's okay. You're safe. We're going to protect you.'

Alex exhaled shakily, feeling her pounding heart calm a bit. 'I...I know.' She looked up at him. 'Thanks, Sean,' she said sincerely. Sean grinned. 'Anytime. Just don't do anything stupid. You have a tendency for that.'

Alex gave an indignant cry and tried to kick him but he jumped up, chuckling as he left. 'Later Alex,' he smiled. Alex rolled her eyes. 'Later, boy scout.'

They went back to their usual bickering the very next day.

A/N: More Salex fluff on the way PROMISE. So whaddaya think?

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