The truth had been eating away at her for days now; she couldn't seem to be close to Michael without thinking of Max. Nikita knew that Michael could tell something was on her mind, and she wished so much she had the strength to tell him. But it was hard, hard for her to tell him when there would be consequences, she didn't want to lose him.

But after Division tricked her into believing that she had a father, and after she saw the lengths Michael went to, to help her find him, she just couldn't lie to him anymore. She had told Richard things that she could talk to no other person about, thinking that he was her real father, but then the truth was revealed and she realized she was in yet another Division trap.

Michael almost died because of her mistake, and knowing that she almost caused little Max to not have a father figure, hurt her. Especially when she thought about her own past. Growing up in a foster home, with no clues whatsoever that could lead her to her real parents, was hard. She hated being in the house, being mistreated and having no one to love her. She would never wish it upon anyone. Although neither Max nor Michael knew the truth yet, she couldn't stand the idea of Max never meeting his real father. So ignoring the pleas of Cassandra she decided that it was time to let Michael know.

It was the day after they had lost their home; Birkhoff had just driven off and left her and Michael alone. The feeling of guilt, of knowing that because of her desires that they had lost their one home, made her want to curl up in a ball and cry her eyes out. They had finally found someplace safe but now it was gone along with her hopes of ever finding a home.

Turning her attention back to Michael she couldn't help but reprimand herself aloud. "Should've known better. Should've known better than to believe that my real fathers alive." She paused, swallowing down her guilt. But it didn't work. "I almost got us killed. I just wanted a home so badly that I lost the one we had." She looked towards where Birkhoff had just driven off, thinking of how they had intruded his life and put him in danger as well."No we are nowhere."

Before she could say anymore, Michael interrupted. "Hey, you know that I was right there with you, if anyone should have seen things clearly it was ME. I wanted this for you too." Her insides were warm, knowing that Michael cared enough for her to want her to receive things she never had as a child. "Your real father might be out there. If you want to go looking for him again we can do that." At that moment, she felt her insides boil with guilt once again. Knowing that he would do anything to help her, yet here she was hiding secrets from him.

"Can't deny you something I want myself." She knew where this moment would lead to, but she was prepared. She wanted him to know, even though it could lead to a broken heart. She was ready to make the sacrifice.

"What are you talking about?" Michael was genuinely confused. She could tell, the wrinkle had once again formed on his forehead.

Taking a deep breath, she began what could be the last words Michael would ever want to hear from her. "I didn't shoot Richard back there for revenge Michael. He knew a secret a secret he could take back to division."

"And this is what you almost told me before isn't it?" Michael wasn't clueless, she knew that he had spent hours probably wondering why she was becoming distant. This has been the moment he has waited for.

"I was just trying to protect you. But I…" She couldn't find the words to describe her screw up. She knew it was wrong to have kept this information from him. Trying to hide the tears she calmed herself down enough to continue. "Back in Belarus when I was with Max… he told me his birthday. He was born 9 years after your mission." This is it, she thought to herself. The moment she has been dreading for nights now. "Michael you have a son."

Michaels face lightened up, it hurt her to see the smile form on his face. She wanted nothing but to run, to run as far away as she possibly could, to never have to see his face ever again. But that would hurt more. This pain is nothing compared to the pain she'd feel if they separated. But he wasn't mad, which was a good sign. The smile was erased as the words probably finally sunk in. She felt the hand that had been holding hers fall limp. The tears were coming quick now but she wasn't going to make the choice any harder for him than it already was.

She didn't know how long they stood there, Michael thinking and contemplating everything in his mind, Nikita watching her lover closely, waiting for any signs that he was going to leave, preparing herself for the guilt and hurt that was going to haunt her forever. Who knew that after years of being apart, they'd finally come together to be ripped apart again. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Michael looked Nikita in the eye and opened his mouth to deliver the verdict.