A/N: I'll be finishing off this short fic soon. As promised, I have a Nikita centric fic coming in April.

The sequel to FDA is coming too. ;)

Nikita stood looking long and hard into the night. Stars above barely had a chance to shine under the onslaught of the city light's below. She played it out over and over in her mind. How was she to free Alexandra? She would have to help the younger woman get past her addictions, but she was loath to do it as an homage to Trainspotting where she would chain Alex up with a stack of soup cans and saltines. This was a particularly bad scenario when one thought about her own leash, Division.

To move forward, Nikita thought, she must remove her own leash. It would be even more dangerous to go rogue than it had ever been to be Percy's cannon fodder. Her teeth gritted as she thought of Kelly again. Kelly and her lover both died for Percy's little narratives. Nikita shook her head. She would not die for Percy or Division. Ever since the night she killed Alexandra's father, she lost her taste for killing for them as well. Cancelling a thirteen year old girl was the line she refused to cross. It was time to cut the link.

Time to go rogue...but how? She could simply run for it. That would be the fastest way. Of course depending on the where and how, Division would put bloodhounds on her in short order. Maybe she could throw a little gasoline on her own trail...or better yet thermite. She smiled. That would be trickier, but it could throw off the ghouls a little longer, perhaps permanently.

She looked up as a plane went over. It was going to be dangerous, but she had to write her own narratives from this point forward. Percy had to be cut out of her life so she could cut Vlad out of Alex's.

Nikita smiled as her hand stroked down the balcony rail before she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. A kiss feathered her shoulder and the scent of cologne reached her nostrils. She barely covered the shudder of revulsion that threatened. She wanted Alex's lips to be there, the other woman's scent caressing her. No. This wasn't about that. She needed to make things right. Anything else was just...

Nikita tilted her head. "I'll be in shortly." She turned and gave the tall dark man behind her a sultry smile. He pulled her hand to his lips. Nodding, the arms dealer went back into the luxury apartment. He was wearing a polo above artfully ripped and faded jeans. The picture of pretentious unpretentiousness. It was a good thing he was good at his job, because he obviously would not make it as a male model. He definitely needed to stick with cordite and thermite.

The best thing about arms dealers, they often keep stock cached nearby. Getting free could be made easier with the addition of some explosive that didn't come with a boatload of Division suspicion. She could take some of the business stock at Division, but she didn't want anyone questioning a light load. She would play this story out with explosives courtesy of the dealer. She smiled at the black eyed killer as he moved to the fireplace. She had to play the honey trap from time to time for Division, but she would willingly be a canny slut for herself and for the freedom it would soon gain her.

Nikita stepped over to the ornate oak and brass bar and poured a couple drinks. Jonah Hunt would be back in town in two weeks. She would work magic tonight and ensure that he would call her again when he came back. When he did, that is when she would make her break.

Amanda sat at the desk and watched Nikita with a smile. "You seem... content today."

Nikita leaned back in her own chair and smiled in return. "I am... happy that I have made a good connection with Jonah Hunt. He'll be a very good resource for Division." She enjoyed the office. The vicious bitch that sat across from her outfitted her rooms with a style and grace that belied the blackness in her heart. Nikita once wondered if the agency's queen venomous bitch was the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette, but While Amanda had the woman's style, she didn't have her big mouth.

"Nothing of a ... personal nature promoting the contentment?" The older woman watched her face closely.

Nikita smiled again. This was dangerous. Amanda tended to be very good at ferretting out the kinds of truths that led to dead agents. She had to be careful. "I was upset after Kelly died... but I think I am starting to find ways to fill that void."

Amanda's eye brows shot up. "Oh?"

Nikita chuckled. "I am enjoying a more Zen approach to food and wine. It's surprising how relaxing a nice white wine can be."

"So long as you don't over do it." Amanda tapped her computer. She looked up. "You are a good agent Nikita. I want you to feel you can come to me about anything."

Snake to the mouse, I'll just prop my mouth open and you can sleep on my tongue anytime... perfectly safe. Nikita bit back the smile that this thought caused. "I value our relationship," she responded.

Amanda watched her for long moments and then opened a desk drawer pulling out a pad of paper. She scribbled something and slid it to Nikita.

Her brow creased as she picked it up. "What's this?"

Amanda smiled. "Prescription. Take a glass of this vintage and call me in the morning."

Nikita pocketed the paper and stood. "I'll do that." She left closing the door gently behind her.

Amanda's friendly smile faded. She frowned as she considered the possibilities. Nikita had shown signs of restlessness of late. Her new contentment could be a simple case of finding a calm in a bottle of wine, but Amanda was not known for simply accepting the easiest truth however. There could be something troublesome at play here.

She tapped away at the keys on her computer, finishing up the report of their session.

Agent could be hiding something. Nikita's increased restlessness should be monitored and reevaluated further.

She closed the screen on her laptop. "What are you hiding, Nikita."