Summary: Nikita and Alex are still at work to take Division down. But, when a Russian tips off Division about Alex's true identity, Nikita must take extreme steps to keep her safe. And when a mysterious but suspicious illness strikes Alex like a lightning bolt only days after her escape, Nikita will do whatever it takes to find Alex a cure, even if it means sprinting straight back to her own personal hell. As the disease worseness and Alex weakens, Nikita is running out of time. Can she save Alex?

Or has Nikita failed her again?

Chapter One

Prologue

Nikita

This wasn't supposed to happen. Alex wasn't supposed to have made Agent; she wasn't supposed to have killed either. She was only supposed to be part of Division until we brought it down. She was only supposed to be Alex, definitely not known as Alexandra Udinov, Russian heiress. Alex wasn't supposed to get sick, she wasn't supposed to die. I hadn't realized how far they'd go to insure she'd be 'cancelled' as they put it. She was supposed to have died in the fire Division set to her home in Russia nearly six years ago. And now that they found out she was alive...they traced it back to me. They know I was the one to save her, that I'm the one who's been teaching her everything I know, that she knew everything and is working with me.

The infection that hit her...the virus that was slowly eating her strength alive was as vicious as a rabid dog. Division was full of sick, tricky bastards but this...this was beyond what even I thought they were capable of.

"Alex, I need the location of that chemist." The phone clattered to the floor followed by a heavy thud and faint, rapid pants. "Alex!" I could tell without being there that she'd fallen or passed out, struggling for air as the infection started choking the air from her lungs. "Alex! Can you hear me!" I yelled into the phone, earning a few strange looks from passersby. Two thuds and a drag were all that echoed through the ear piece.

"N-Nikita" she wheezed, picking up the phone, half my name falling away as she ran out of breath. "I-I can't move...my legs...I can't breathe."

"Hold tight! I'm heading back!"

"Nikita..." she breathed again, her voice trembled with emotion. "Nikita I'm scared..."

"I know, I know Alex I'm coming right back alright? Just stay with me ok?" there was no answer "Alex?"

"Hello Nikita." A horribly familiar voice smirked through the phone.

"Percy, you sick son of a bi—"

"I truly wish I had more time to chat." He cut me off "But I've got important matters to attend to. Ms. Udinov will be taken care of appropriately, you can be rest assured." I clenched the phone in my hand so hard it squeaked in protest.

"If you so much as touch a SINGLE hair on her head...!"

"You'll do what, Nikita? Sick the Canadians on us?"

"Not only that, I'll put my heel through your skull."

"I'd like to see you try." The dial tone rang out into my ear. I threw the phone to the ground and crushed it under my boot.

"Try to stop me." I looked around the busy street, already plotting my method of attack "Hold on Alex, I'm coming."

Let me know what you think, is it worth continuing? If not I should probably be tending to my other stories but...I just really wanted to write a story for this show. But hey, if you people out there don't think it's a good idea, just say so and I'll stop.

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