It had been three weeks since Owen had discovered Alex's relapse and helped her through it. His experiences with the regimen and what he had learned from it made Alex's decline off of the drugs a much easier process then what he had went through. They had become close friends, spending much of their free time together, both having no one else that they could call theirs. But then the whole ordeal with Sean happened and now that Sean couldn't run away Alex and him were forced to settle their dispute and all was right between the two again. Owen was happy for but it still hurt. Sean was obviously the jealous, domineering type and he saw Owen as a threat . He made sure to keep him away from her and although Owen knew Sean was in the wrong, if the two of them were to fight it would only serve to upset Alex and that was the last thing Owen wanted to happen.

"Hey Owen, could you come to ops, I have some information that should interest you."

"Yeah I'll be right there computer guy."

Owen walked into ops where he saw a man's face up on the main monitor.

"Who's that?"

"That," gesturing at the monitor, "is Cai Brevik. There'd been no trace of him until just now when he turned up in Oslo, his hometown. He worked a bit with Joseph Mars and I'd say he is your best chance of getting you memory back, other then Amanda of course."

"How'd you find him?"

"Dude, look who you're talking to."

"Haha right, sorry."

"Anyway, I think you should head to Oslo, it seems he's been living under a different name, Jørgen Ure."

"Alright, I'll leave right away. Don't tell Nikita or the others about this, I'd rather do this alone."

"Got it, but why, wouldn't it be easier with some back-up?"

"Probably, but you guys all have to take care of each other, I can't separate you guys for one of my problems."

"You know you're one of us now right, you're part of the family."

"Thanks but just let me do this."

"If you say so man. just stay in contact so I'll know if something went wrong."

"Will do computer guy." Owen left smiling

"It's Birkhoff!"

Owen gathered his supplies and headed out alone. It was better that way. Alex had to be with Sean as he adjusted to being in Division full time and Nikita was helping Michael with the loss of his hand. It was just how things were. When it concerned Sean or Michael, everything else took backseat for them. Not telling them saved him the rejection.

Once he arrived in Oslo, Owen headed to the address that Birkhoff had provided him.

Apparently he was staying in an apartment building which made things both easier and harder for him. On the one hand it was easy to get in without raising suspicion but on the other it meant that there would be potential witnesses so he knew he had to be cautious.

The complex was upscale with several large buildings arranged in a circle. In the middle of the buildings was a large courtyard with a decorative fountain at its center.

Birkhoff had hacked their network and was able to find the room number that was registered to Jørgen. The room was on the top floor and that was where Owen was headed. He climbed up the fire escape to make it easier to conceal his HK MP5. Once he reached the top floor, Owen went in through a window. Owen made his way through the rooms, the entire floor being one giant apartment. Down a hallway there were three doors. Owen crouched in front of the nearest one and opened the door. He crept in, checking for anyone, it was clear. He then did the same for the second room with the same result. Owen opened the door of the third room in the same fashion only to be greeted with a gun to his head.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Just someone looking for some answers Cai."

"So you know who I am. That doesn't excuse your breaking into my home with a gun drawn though."

"Yeah sorry about that, it is kind of the normal though in my world, just how things are done."

"I'm sure...so what do you want?"

"I want my memories back, they were taken from me and from I hear you might be able to help me."

Cai lowered his gun, "I might be able to do it, it will cost you though, and because of your methods I'd say paying extra is pretty reasonable."

Owen chuckled, "deal."

"There is one problem though. For quite a while now I have been a part of an organization and they don't really like me doing business on the side. In fact, most of the other residents here are watching me, probably about to break in any minute seeing as how you tripped the alarm."

"Meet me at the opera house tomorrow at six." With that Owen darted back to the fire escape, getting outside just as the door was breached by several armed men. They saw Owen and fired several rounds, just missing Owen's head as he flew down the fire escape. Now two floors down, Owen broke through the door of an apartment to avoid his pursuers. Making his way into the hallway, Owen sprinted to the stairway, turned around and fired causing the the other men to find cover. Now in the stairway, Owen broke the case that housed the fire hose and fireman's ax and fed the ax through the door handle, essentially locking it. Owen made it down four stories before more men entered the bottom and started making their way up. He entered the hallway, exiting the stairway to get away from the new group of pursuers. Owen had three choices: the elevators, the fire escape or the other stairway on the opposite side of the building. Deciding that the fire escape would have some men from the top floor watching it and the elevator was a death trap, Owen made his way to the second stairway but not before he sent the elevator to the first floor to help divide their forces. Owen flew down the stairs, quickly arriving at the ground floor. Just before he grabbed the door handle, the door was opened from the other side by two men with their guns drawn. Owen grab the front man's gun, pulled him towards him while kicking out his legs and disarmed him. With his new gun he shot the other man and then shot the man on the ground. An exit was right next to the stairway, giving Owen his way out. Now outside, he stuck to the shadows and disappeared.

"Hey Birkhoff, I ran into some trouble so I'm meeting him tomorrow at the matinee performance at the opera, I'll be out of contact until after I see him, just to make sure they don't track me, talk to you soon."

Back at Division, Alex had some time to herself and with Nikita and Michael out on a mission and Sean napping back in their room she decided to spend some time with Owen. Seeing as how the two hadn't talked much lately it was a good opportunity to catch up. After searching his room, the training room, and the mess hall, his regular hang outs, Alex headed to ops to ask if Birkhoff had seen him.

"Hey Birkhoff, do you know where Owen is, I can't find him anywhere."

"Yeah he's...what? Owen? Haven't seen him." Birkhoff made a blunder, he'd almost forgotten that Owen wanted this to remain a secret.

"Birkhoff." Alex's tone was stern, he obviously knew where he was.

"I told you I don't know anything."

"You did but we both know you're lying, you were about to tell me before you caught yourself."

"Alright fine, he's not here, he's looking for a neurologist I found that might be able to get his memories back."

"His memories? That's great, who went with him?"

Birkhoff avoided her eyes.

"Birkhoff, who went with him?"

"No one, he went alone, he said that we were all busy with our own things so he didn't trouble us with his problems and seeing as how everyone else avoids him he felt it was best to go alone."

'Idiot! Why was he so selfless and stupid?'

"When was the last time you heard from him?"

"Just a while ago, he's going to the opera tomorrow and will be out of contact until then."

"Why will he be out of contact?"

"He said he ran into some problems and didn't want to run the risk of being tracked so I'd assume some people were watching over the doctor."

"You assume?"

"That's all he told me so yes, based on what he said that's my best speculation."

"Fine. I'll be back tomorrow for when he calls in." With that Alex went back to her room and crawled into bed with Sean, it was getting late now and the sooner tomorrow came the better.