So out of the fact I had cinereous running through my head for this story I had to write. So huge thanks to Miami Blackheart! She made this chapter so long as what she messaged me just kept giving me ideas. I hope you like this chapter. It's kind of long 3

Michael returned back to base failing the mission and his heart. As he walked in he could hear Birkoff tapping on the computer, trying to locate and shop hideouts. "How'd it go?" Birkoff said turning his chair to Michael.

Michael went straight for the fridge not saying a single word to Birkoff. He opened it and grabbed a bottle of vodka

"Ah I see," Birkoff said under his breath.

Michael slammed the fridge and glared at him.

Birkoff didn't know what to say. He had his hopes up to for finding Nikita and knew it meant a lot more to Michael, but he had tried tracking Nikita before and it was near impossible.

Michael didn't say anything. He just headed to his room.

Birkoff sat back in his chair, letting out a huge breath. "Nikita, didn't you think you would hurt us more if you left."

"Was that Michael?" Alex came in through the door taking bullets out from her vest under her jacket.

"Yeah," Birkoff said getting out of his chair, "He just got back."

"How'd it go?" Alex's voice held a little hope.

Birkoff didn't say anything. He just shook his head as her hope diminished.

Alex just looked at Michael's door. The moment she lost Sean was like her whole world was gone, as if there was no to living at all. She couldn't imagine what he was going through.

She looked away and took out another bullet from her bullet proof vest.

"I know that one had to hurt," Birkoff said as he saw the pain on her face.

"If I don't go on these missions no one will," Alex said placing her gun on the table, "With Michael like this and Nikita…"

She stopped. She didn't want to finish the sentence. She became quiet at the thought of what was going on.

"Well you know I might not be the best shot," Birkoff joked around trying to lighten the mood.

Alex gave him an are you kidding me look followed by a smile.

Birkoff turned serious. "I know Nikita left and it's been killing him, but it been hurting us all. You can keep going on these missions alone. A day hasn't gone by that he hasn't gone up to his room and drinks alone."

Alex just shook her head. "I can handle it," she told him walking away, "Just tell me when you find another shop."

Michael just sat on his windowsill. He kept his eyes on what he thought was going to be his future. The ring sparkled every time the lightning struck. The little piece of rock on it was so small, but it stood for so much. The moment Nikita told him that she wanted to get married right away, he was ecstatic. It was as if is life was turning around. But it was all just all just a lie. He clenched the ring in his hand. It was supposed to be their happily ever after. Today was their planned wedding. Ever since she left he never took his ring off. He took another drink from the now almost empty bottle.

"You want me to get you another bottle?" Alex said sarcastically as she saw the dozens of empty bottle scattered around his room.

"Yeah thanks," Michael said never taking his eyes off the basically new ring.

Alex didn't reply. She could see the hurt in his eyes. She knew he could never get over Nikita. "I'm sure she's fine," Alex said trying to comfort him and get him out of his little trance.

There was an awkward silence as he didn't say anything. Alex didn't know what to say at that point. No words could help him feel better.

She turned around and headed toward the door.

"I found her," Michael whispered.

Alex turned around shocked at what she heard, "Was she okay?!"

Michael took a pause. "She told me to forget about her," his sadness turned to anger, "I mean obviously she forgot about me or else she wouldn't have left," he walked towards the photo he had of Nikita next to his bed.

"Michael," Alex tried to calm him down about to place her hand on his shoulder.

She stopped as he turned to her, "So why should I care about her?"

He threw everything off his dresser and onto the floor, including the picture.

Alex was about to say something but Birkoff interrupted.

"Hey Alex," he paused as he saw what was going on, "Ummm we found another shop."

Alex looked from Birkoff to Michael. He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. She didn't know what else to do. She tried so hard for the past couple of days to help him, but he wouldn't listen to anyone.

"I'm coming," Alex turned to Birkoff giving up.

Michael could hear their footsteps as they left. He didn't care he just wanted to be alone. He went to grab a bottle of whiskey, trying to forget the pain. As he bent down to get a bottle he saw her, her smiling face on the day that he purposed. He pushed the glass away with his hands as he lifted up the picture. He couldn't help but look at it. No matter hard he tried he could never forget about her. One by one tears fell on the picture.

Nikita

Without a home and alone Nikita didn't have many options. She could keep running, but what would that gain. The FBI would just find her again and she'll be in the exact same position, running.

She walked down the alley. The homeless staring at her as she walked aimlessly. She didn't look much different from them at that point. With all the burns in her clothes and bruises on her face no one would think twice to look at her. Whether she liked it or not she had the perfect disguise.

She walked under a roof as she took out her map from her pocket. She tried hard to keep it dry as the rain fell. It was hard to make out with all the burn marks, but she knew what it red.

"Nikita?" a voice said from behind her.

She turned around fist first aiming for the head, but was shocked when it was blocked. "Owen?" she said surprised.

"Are you okay," Sam went up to her catching her as she stumbled.

With all the chaos going on Nikita had forgotten completely about all her injuries, and now they were starting to catch up.

"Yeah, I'm," she put her hand to her head trying to stay conscious.

"I have a place down the street," you can call Michael there.

She had no energy or heart to tell him. The last time he saw her she and Michael were perfectly happy, and now they were the farthest thing. Before she knew it the lights were gone and she was out cold.

Nikita awoke to a brick ceiling and cold air hitting her face. She jumped up noticing she was safe. She looked around. Sam was doing pull-ups on one of the beams. Sweat dripping down his forehead and down his back. "Look who's awake," he dropped down.

"How long was I out," Nikita said worried.

"Relax," Owen handed her a cup of water, "You've only been out for about ten minutes."

She let out a breath of relief. "Thanks for your help, but I should get going," she slowly got up from the bed.

"Woah. Where'd do you think you're going?" Owen said stepping in front of her, "I just saw you pass out. No way you're fine after ten minutes."

"Look, the longer I stay the greater the chance it is for the FBI to find you," she grabbed her jacket from the counter and paused. The words she spoke next, she felt were nothing but the truth, "Anyone who has anything to do with me now will just get hurt."

Owen heard by the way she said it that she was hurting. She needed someone to comfort her, anyone. Anyone to tell her that life's not worth giving up yet. "We'll I'm not running for the noble peace prize," he smiled trying to get one from her.

It was in vane as she remained broken. Sam took a deep breath, "Where are you expecting to go looking like that?"

"G thanks. Girls love hearing that," she gave a small smile, but it quickly went away, "I have only one place left to and after that…"

She began to walk out, only footsteps away from the door. "At least clean up here and I'll help you. I'm guessing this has something to do with Amanda."

Nikita knew she had no choice. She was in no shape to fight Amanda and her whole army. "Fine," she finally gave in, "And thanks." She gave him a small smile.

Alex

"You sure this is one of the shop facilities?" Alex spoke into her earpiece as she scanned the corner with her gun.

"Yeah he's sure," a voice from behind her spoke out.

Alex quickly turned around pointing the gun. Her finger only milliseconds away from pulling the trigger. "Michael? He was the last person she ever expected to see there.

"I couldn't let you keep having all the fun," there was a glimmer of a smile on his face.

In his heart he knew he couldn't take it anymore. The more he thought of her the more he drank and the more he drank the more he thought of her. His pain was a bottomless pit and he needed to be free. Michael decided it was time to leave it all behind…. And do what she told him.

"It's great to see you back out here," Alex told him smiling.

"It's good to hear you to," Birkoff was heard from their earpieces.

He just smiled. The fresh air was like a fresh start and he wasn't going to waste it. "What exactly are we expecting to find here?" Michael checked a room.

"What are you talking about?" Birkoff typed on his computer confused, "Scans show multiple traces of heat signatures. There should be like an army where you're at"

Alex kicked over a chair, checking behind it. "We'll you might have reprogrammed shadow net wrong, because there's nothing here."

Michael shrugged at Alex. There was nothing there. It was a ghost town. Spider webs all over and dust covering like a blanket of snow. No one had been there in years.

"We'll are you glad you came back to this," Alex rolled her eyes as she told Michael.

Suddenly a whistle went through the air, followed by a crimson pool on the floor. Alex let out a scream as she fell to the floor. She clenched her leg in agonizing pain. A bullet had gone straight threw bone and tissue.

"Alex's hit!" Michael yelled out.

Bullets began to pour out from the shadows. It was coming from all directions. Michael picked Alex up and carried her. He ran as fast as he could, feeling the bullets hit the floorboards next to his feet.

He ran through the hallways turning each time he saw a gun raised at him. He was like a mouse in a maze, no clue of where he was going. Hallway after hallway past him by, he could feel Alex's blood flowing out down his arm. She was bleeding too fast. The bullet must have hit a major vein. She needed help and soon, if she was going to live.

A gun was pointed straight at him as he turned another corner. With life moving as if in slow motion, he ran at a window launching out of the building. He could hear the gun shot ring out behind him centimeters away from his head.

He ran as fast as he could. His heart stopped as he was greeted with a dead end. A concrete wall thirty feet tall was blocking their freedom. "Birkoff Alex is bleeding out and were blocked in," Michael was beginning to panic.

He dove behind a rusty broken car, trying to find any form of cover.

"I can get the cops but it will take a half an hour for them to arrive and we don't know what side they'll be on," Birkoff didn't know what to do.

"Just do it!" Michael yelled out bringing out his gun, "It's Alex's only chance!"

Michael checked his gun's ammo. It was half full. It was him and his pistol verse an army and he wasn't going to give up.

He heard the footsteps coming. There were dozens of soldiers headed their way, craving blood. He had no choice but fight for their lives.

Michael shot out from behind the car firing endless shots. He made each one count as he it each target. Shot after shot the men fell. Each shot was perfect.

Suddenly he heard a click. He pulled the trigger again and nothing happened. He was all out of bullets. He turned to see a man aiming at him with a smile. Michael could practically see down the barrel.

The neighborhood shook as the shot rang out, echoing from each wall. It became quiet as blood splattered the dirt ground. Michael opened his eyes seeing the man fall to the ground with a hole in his head.

He couldn't believe what happened. He was still alive. He turned around. Heart racing as he saw her. She was there protecting him like so many times before.

Nikita was on the roof across the street with a sniper. He just stared at her. It was only minutes from when he convinced himself to forget about her and there she was. He watched her as she looked over mouthing something to someone.

He followed the rooftop when his eyes met him. It was the man he hated more than Percy himself. It was Sam and he was with Nikita. Nikita and Sam…. Together…..