Hey guyz sorry about the wait. Hope you enjoy this…

Chapter 3:

Bourne's body went on auto-drive as he walked to his closet. His movements were rhythmic, fluid and seemingly routine. His mind was no longer actively involved with his body instead it had settled in a faraway place and, like a beam of light stretching toward a figure in the distance, it illuminated a memory of her leaning over the table smiling brightly at him the way she had done just the day before. His heart skipped a beat and the ease at which his body moved temporarily jolted before resuming its cadence. He remembered her before that, when her eyes had been wide in fear and her face paler then usual. He had scared her because he had been angry and her fear had hurt him more then any wound he had ever sustained. He had been angry but it wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that the dreams came, that they plagued him night and day; it wasn't even her fault that she had to question him about them. Nothing was her fault; she was trying to help him so he would never have hurt her. But you will hurt her now if you have to. Bourne closed his eyes and covered his face then taking one long deep breath, finished packing his luggage and left his apartment. It was going to be the longest 24 hours in his whole damn life.

She moved on top of him, their nude bodies sliding on top of each other. The corners of her lips were curled up into a smile and as she neared her face to him her smile turned into a grin. A sweet sounding laugh, like the sound of a million angels whispering, flowed from her and their lips touched. It was like electricity moving through him, it moved through him in waves reaching the deepest, most hidden parts of his being. She made his mind race with insecurities and flutter with excitement, and she brought his body to life. It hardened under hers, pressing up into her demanding attention. She laughed again, her eyes so bright with life that it made his heart skip and his breath hitch ever higher, then she wiggled above him and his back arched up. A loud animalistic snarl echoed from his throat as he put his hands on her hips and pressed up, desperately needing for her to give what his body desired; what he desired. He looked up at her and ran his hands down her shoulders and back before resting them on her hips.

"God, Nikki. You're beautiful, you know that?" There was something wrong…like a beeping or a ringing. There was somewhere that he needed -

She kissed his neck and began running her hands down his chest lower and lower and lower still.

"Uh…God ,Nik-" the beeping got louder "Nikki, wait. What is that?" She looked and tilting her head to the side she gave a little frown. "Ignore it. It's not important." She stated continuing to move her hands lower. He wanted to, his whole body was alive and on fire…but the beeping. "Nikki, wait. It is important. Somebody's calling me. There is something I need to do."

"No there isn't" Sitting up, Jason put his arms around her kissing her at the back of her ear then down her neck. "I'll come back, I just need to see what they w-"

Nikki's eyes were wide with fear and she began backing away from him. "Nikki? Nikki, what's wrong wh-"

"Help! Help me! He's going to kill me! HELP! HELP ME HELP ME HELP!!" She was backing away her nude body catching the light of a streetlamp that streamed through the window.

"Don't kill me Bourne! Please don't-"

"Nikki what are you talking about? I'm no-"

"Put it down, please Bourne put it down."

"Put what dow-" he stopped asking the question when he looked his body. It was soaked in blood and his fingers were gripped tightly around a 3.5" skinning knife.

"I'm going to slit your throat." He found himself saying.

"No, please Bourne! Don't! Don't!"

"I'm going to do it Nikki and you can't stop me. I'm a killer! It's what I do! What did you expect? Did you expect me to love you?" Jason didn't want to say it, but he couldn't help himself. It was like his body wasn't his own, like he was watching through his eyes but there was somebody else steering the wheel. He wanted to scream' no', he wanted to stop himself but his body just kept moving. Her screams got louder and louder and she raised her arms but the force with which he brought his hand down pushed them away.. The knife went right through her throat, and he saw red. The blood gushed out of her like a fountain of wine, rushing out at him. Turning his head upward and opening his arms wide Bourne opened his mouth and-

Bourne shot up off the floor, his body was drenched in sweat and there was a loud noise echoing through the room. It was only when he breathed in that he realized that he had been screaming. Taking a calming breath, he turned toward the beeping that had brought him out of the dream. His phone, it was headquarters. Jason stared at the phone, fear beginning to bubble in his stomach causing the vile taste of bile to rise into his mouth. He didn't want to answer it, but his body was moving on its own accord. It picked it up and pressed the talk button.

"Code in."

"Jason Bourne. Avalon."

"Location: Taylor St. Warehouse."

The phone went dead.

Bourne slipped through the storehouse his footsteps as sure and silent as those of a panther. His muscles were tense and his eyes focused on the light streaming from the door frame at the end of the long dark corridor. There were voices, muted voices that carried through the shut door to him. He couldn't use the main entrance; it would be too heavily guarded. He'd given thought to going through the back, but something told him that those doors would be just as heavily guarded. Drumming his fingers on his black clad leg, his mind started working. His eyes ran over the plain walls and his legs started moving backwards away from the door. You can't use the doors but we're underground…there has to be air getting in there. Bourne stopped moving; there was a slight breeze rushing down him. He looked up…

"What was that?" The man asked looking up at the ceiling. "Did you hear that man? Did you-" the man looked up at the ceiling; his had tightened on the gun he was holding.

"What you talkin' about man? I didn't hear nuthin'…Man, Jack I told ya ta stay of that fuckin' stuff man…"

"No man, there was something! I heard it man…I ain't on shit!" Another barely audible sound slipped through the air and Jack's head whipped around. It was coming from the other room.

"Did ya here that Eugene?"

"Ya… ya man, that I heard."

"I'm gonna check it out." Jack walked off, steps becoming less and less sure as they reached to conjoining door. He opened the door and turned on the lights-

Eugene waited and listened. There was complete silence and it stretched through the whole room like the black hand of death. Eugene felt a cold shudder run down his spine. He swallowed; something was very wrong "Jack? Yo Jack wassup?" Frowning Eugene moved forward, his gun cocked and ready. Whatever got Jack was sure as hell not going to get him. He pushed the door open and looked around the room. Everything was normal, nothing was out of place, but there was a stain on the floor. A dark red stain, Eugene took a step towards it and-

Nikki looked up at him, her eyes teary and unbelieving her heart wrenching with betrayal and fear. How could he do this? How could he do this to me?

"Please don't hurt me Brian…Why are you doing this?"

"Where is the next target Nikki?!"

"I told I don't have access to that kind of information!" she could barely contain the fear bubbling through her body. Her wrists burned where the ropes tied her hands together and her head hurt. Please let them send someone to help me. Please, they can't let me die here… Her mind whispered back to her Yes they can, they've done it to so many other people. Nikki hated that voice of reason inside her. She closed her eyes and exhaled.

"Why are you doing this Brian? You had it good with them-" Brian motioned to one of the two other men in the room. The man walked over and handed Brian a switchblade.

"Wh-what are you doi-AAAHHHHH!"

The scream ripped through his system and his blood ran cold. It felt like the whole world started spinning and he couldn't breath and he put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Nikki…God Nikki. She is exp- Another scream ran through him and this one made his world stop spinning and his blood begin to boil. Fury rising up and out of him like flames from a volcano. His legs started moving, running fast towards the sound of her voice. They're hurting her… They're HURTING her.

Nikki watched Brian as his hand pulled the bloodied knife out of her arm, tears streamed down her face.

"God, I don't know! I don't know I swear! I SWEAR!"

"That's okay. I'm enjoying doing this anyway."

A gunshot exploded in the room and one of the men in the room fell to the ground. The decent of the knife towards Nikki's arm stopped and they both turned their heads toward the noise. One of the men in the room fell to the floor with a loud thump. The other started to pull out a gun, but his had didn't even touch it before another gunshot filled the room and he fell to the ground. Bourne pointed the man and he felt himself sway slightly, his hand began to shake. The man was using Nikki as a shield, and he was hidden perfectly behind her. Not a single vital point showing, a wrong hit could-would- kill her.

Nikki was staring at him, her wide eyes bloodshot and teary, begging him to keep her alive. He felt sick, right down to the stomach. She looked terrible, like she had suffered. Her arms were bleeding profusely from two stab wounds, both her wrists and her ankles were raw from the rope and her face was badly bruised. Brian was holding a knife to her throat. Webb had never truly wanted to kill anyone in his life. But as he stood there staring at Nikki, he wanted nothing more then to put the gun down and strangle the man to death. He didn't want him to die quickly, not cleanly with a bullet between the head like Bourne would usually do and he preferred. He wanted it to be slow, painful and gruesome.

Nikki knew she was going to die. Bourne didn't give a damn about her surviving because the agency didn't care about her survival and whatever the ordered he did. She felt the tears begin to flow freely again and her hands began to shake.

"Put the gun down man. Put it down or the girl gets it"

Shot soldier! Shoot him, shoot right through her chest and you'll get him right in the heart. No I can't that's- Nikk- Do it now soldier! Failure is unacceptable! She is expend- no no no no no no no no no NO! Placing a hand to his temple he felt his grip on his gun waver. He opened his eyes again and looked deep into hers.

"Put the gun down! PUT IT DOWN!"

Put it down Bourne. PUT IT DOWN!

Nikki stared deep into his eyes and, for the second time in three days she'd seen a human being standing in front of her where before she saw only a killer. Her disbelief grew as she heard the gun clatter to the ground.

What are you doing? You're disobeying an order! You were told th- shut up…I don't care.

"On the ground! Put your hands on the floor in front of you and keep still." Brian had let go of Nikki and was walking towards Bourne, clenching a gun that he had pulled out of his pocked and was pointing at Bourne. Bourne was lying immobile face down. His muscles were as tense as ever and his mind was constant motion. The foot steps stopped right in front of his head and before he mind could catch up to his body. His hands hand grabbed hold of Brian's ankles and pulled hard enough for the man to fall backwards. The bullet launched up out of the gun and caught Bourne his hip. Bourne didn't make a sound, instead he used to pain to fuel his rage.

Nikki watched the seen in awe as it unfolded before her eyes. He was faster then anything she'd ever seen in her life. Before Brian could recover from the pain of his head smashing into the floor Bourne was on top of him. His two legs locked around Brian's body in such a manner to keep him pinned down while Bourne's fingers wrapped tightly around the man's neck. Nikki shivered. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. The man's body moved around helplessly trying to gain some footing but it never happened. Soon the struggling became less and less and the man became redder and redder from the lack of oxygen. Then almost abruptly the struggling stopped and Bourne let go.

Nikki watched him walking towards her and she vaguely wondered how he could bare to move. She wondered if she should be scared, he'd just proved once again that he was a killing machine. She got a glimpse into his eyes and all her fears drifted away, she was safe. She knew it. She could see it in his eyes. So when a sudden wave of exhaustion came over her, she let the darkness claim her knowing very well that she would never be safer with anyone then she would be with him.

Well hope u guyz enjoyed this chapter… There will be one more chapter after this one. But it might take me awhile to post it. I've got exams coming up so I won't have the time to update for awhile but know that the final chapter is coming!!