Hi you all! Thank you all so much for your reviews! It's awesome to see that people are enjoying and reading :) So here is the next chapter, the latest episode kind of inspired this one. (Wasn't that episode amazing! :D Totally looking forward to this weeks lol) Anyway here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy it! And please don't forget to review, I love to hear from you!

He wakes up with her sent everywhere, Nikita. Opening his eye's slowly he is blinded with light, but it's a warm light. He can see bits of dust dancing in the streams of sun. He looks around the room realizing that it's not his. He feels something shift besides him and then feels the weight on his chest. He turns his head to look at her. Her black hair fanned out around her, her head is on his chest, her eyes are closed but are still red from the tears that had only shed hours ago. She looks peaceful, but venerable. His mind races back to the night before, to how he got here. _
She had just gotten off a three week mission. The mission? To gain an arm dealers trust, any way she had to. This was her fist time doing a mission like this and he knew that she was not thrilled about it, nor was she going to enjoy it, but then again neither was he. He was livid when Percy wanted Nikita to take this mission, he wanted to tell him no but he knew better. The worst part was telling her that she was the one that was selected.

He didn't want to tell her because he didn't want her to go. He couldn't stand the idea of another man touching her in a way he never will. He doesn't know how he will stand the next three weeks without wanting to kill the man with his bare hands, and God knows he wants to.

When it's finally time to extract her she is quiet. She is never quiet. He instantly knew something was wrong. He drives her up to her apartment building front doors and puts the car in park, then turns to face her. She is looking straight ahead, a blank expression on her face.

"Nikita" he says softly. If she heard him she doesn't give any acknowledgment.

"Nikita" he says again this time touching her arm. She turns to face him. He looks into her eyes, there're empty.

"Are you ok?" he asks, concern in his voice.

" I'm fine Michael." And with that she opens the car door and gets out.

He watches her as she walks into the apartment building. He debates if he should follow her because he knows she's lying. She's not fine. He knows he shouldn't follow her, that all she needs is time but his heart is yelling at him to go after her. Michael rarely went with what his heart says, that was what she does, but this time he couldn't deny it. Opening the car door he gets out and follows her into the building.

Reaching her door he knocks several times. "Nikita, open the door." He waits a moment. No response. Sensing that she wants to be left alone, he turns to leave. It's the sound of the door opening that causes him to turn around. When he sees her it's not what he expects. There are tears streaming down her face and her shoulders are shaking.

He isn't sure what he's supposed to do, he has never seen her like this. This wasn't her. He instantly has the urge to wrap his arms around her and give her some sort of comfort, which is exactly what he does. Taking one giant step forward he gathers her in his arms and closes the door. She's stiff at first but when he makes it clear he's not moving she relaxes against him and wraps her arms around him. Her sobs are quiet and he can feel her shoulders shaking.

He feels the wetness of her tears soaking through his shirt where her head is buried in the crook of his neck. She feels heavy against him, like her legs are about to give out from under her so he moves them to the couch and pulls her down into his lap. He doesn't say anything and neither does she, they just sit there. Her shoulders are no longer shaking but there are still silent tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"For what?" he whispers.

"I got your shirt wet." She mumbles.

He laughs quietly. "It'll dry."

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. The steady sound of rain hitting the window gives a relaxing lull. They sit there for what seems like hours. He looks down at her, her breaths are steady and her eyes are closed signalling that she's asleep. He has imagined this moment, holding her in his arms, watching her sleep, but this was not the way he imagined it.

He knows he should be going back to Division, Percy will be wondering where he is. Tightening his hold on her he carries her to her bedroom, placing her softly on her bed. He stares down at her and looks over her one last time resisting the urge to stroke her face. He turns to leave but a grip on his arm turns him around. Her eyes are open but they are still red.

"Stay with me." She whispers. "I... I don't want to be alone."

His response is automatic, "You aren't."

She moves over to make room for him and he slips in besides her. He wraps one arm around her shoulders while she moves her head onto his chest. He wonders if she can hear the quickening of his heartbeat.

It's the sound of her breathing that makes his eyes grow heavy with sleep, but he doesn't want to close his eyes just yet. He knows that when he opens his eyes in the morning this moment will be over, and he doesn't want this moment to end.

"What are you thinking?" The sound of her voice pulls him from his thoughts of last night.

"Nothing." He smiles softly at her.

She gives him the "I don't believe you" look but lets it go. She is quiet for a moment before she speaks again. "Thank you Michael."

He givers her a questioning look."What for?"

"Staying." She answers honestly.

He doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything. He instead he does something that he has wanted to do since the moment he met her, kiss her. It's as if they are moving in slow motion. Her lips move in sic with his. It's as if they are two matching pieces of a puzzle. The perfect fit. The room is on fire, both their bodies are on fire. When they finally separate, they are both breathing heavily.

"What happens now?" she asks him after catching her breath.

He smiles at her, "Baby steps."