Sorry for the long wait on this story guys. I have not updated this in quite a while but now I'm back with a new chapter and I can only hope you guys will like it.

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It was just nine o'clock and Michael was standing right outside that house in Bahamas. His gun in the back of his pants tucked under his rain suit, his knife in his boots, he was ready to go. He got out of his vehicle and put his hoodie on to shield him from the ferocious rain.

He was scaling a wall; the walk to the house was pretty far if you looked at it from a long distance. He marched on the sand and just fifty feet away he heard an alarm go off.

He pressed the comm in his ears just to scold at Birkhoff.

"Why didn't you tell me there was an alarm that would go off at fifty feet from the house?" He asked.

"There wasn't." Birkhoff said as he typed in his computer. "Maybe it just got installed."

"Well stop the alarm!" Michael said.

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Nikita was playing candy land with Shanisse and eating chocolate chips cookies when the alarm in her house signaled her that someone was just fifty feet away from her home. She didn't have neighbors… this was private property and she doesn't have any friends on this island.

The only people she would consider as friends are the people she buys ammo supplies from and they didn't know her house… she doesn't owe any debt.

Her mind pictured the most absurd thing but she knew it couldn't be.

After five years she couldn't be found. She erased her identity from all over the world. Why would they find her?

"Mommy what's going on?" Shanisse cried as Nikita grabbed her from the floor.

Nikita opened one of the air vents in the house and hid her there before taking out an untraceable mobile phone. It was one of those phones she and Alex used back when they were partners at division.

"Listen to me baby," Nikita begin.

Goddamn it how could they have found her?

If her watch wasn't mistaking her, she had five minutes to make a plan and if she didn't make it out alive, she wanted Shanisse to live and not be put into foster care like she had been. She wants the life she never had for her daughter.

She knew it was probably going to be impossible to make it out alive if there's an army of soldiers waiting for her right outside the door.

They're probably all around the perimeter of the house already.

"Listen to me baby," She begin again, "I want you to stay here. Don't move, don't do anything." She placed the phone in Shanisse's hands and closed her small fingers around the phone, "If mommy doesn't get back in a few minutes, I want you to use this phone and press the numbers three, nine, five after you get out of the vents, ok?" She said.

"Can you do that for mommy?" Nikita asked.

Shanisse nodded. "I'm scared mommy."

The alarm didn't stop, if possible it got louder which meant whoever was out there was almost at the door.

"I know sweetie," Nikita kissed Shanisse's forehead. "I know you're scared baby but mommy need you to be a brave little girl right now. If I don't come back for you, don't worry just pressed the numbers I told you and someone will come for you. He's a nice person and he'll make sure you have everything you want."

She knew this day would come someday and her only wish was that Shanisse gets to be with Michael. Three nine five. That's all she has to press and it will alert Birkhoff anywhere, anytime.

Nikita kissed Shanisse one more time and hugged her again. "Mommy loves you." She said.

"I love you too mommy!" Shanisse said.

Nikita pulled away quickly and closed the vents. She couldn't cry because this couldn't be the last day she gets to be with her daughter.

She ran back to the living room as fast as she could and grabbed a knife on the counter in the kitchen.

She cut a big hole on the couch and retrieved her guns. She hid them in the furniture for many reasons. One was for moments like this and the others were for Shanisse's safety.

She grabbed a cavlar in a secret hole in Shanisse's toy box and put it under her jacket. She grabbed a few smokes under the oven and a few knifes in the cabinets.

She turned on her laptop to look at the twenty-four hour monitor she installed and outside was just one man.

She was confused.

One man in a hoodie with his head down. It was hard to determine what agency he worked for because she couldn't examine his face quite well.

"Come on… come on, show me your freaking face."

She slammed the laptop shut and opened the door. She wasn't going to give whoever it was a chance to attack her first. If she starts gagging them down first then she won't be so outnumbered later on.

She walked in the rain and she could see the man walking up to her. Nothing about him looked familiar.

She grabbed her gun and begin shooting. The man hid behind a big tree.

"Birkoff it's definitely Nikita!" Michael said.

What kind of crazy woman would just start shooting at him if it wasn't Nikita?

He meant no harm.

Nikita was running. Her daughter was in the house and she needed to go back for her daughter. She had to go back for her daughter.

Michael put his gun down. He meant no harm.

Hands in the air he came out of his hiding breach under the pouring rain.

The woman in black leather approaching him. The tiny figure.

Nikita.

"It's just me, Nikita!" He said.

The rain made it hard for Nikita to hear but she knew it couldn't be.

Whoever it was knew her name…

It was dark, the man was wearing a hoodie and his voice was muffled by the rain. She knew it couldn't be him.

She was standing in front of the man. His hands still in the air but she wasn't falling for it. There could be thousand more waiting. She doesn't trust anybody.

They circled around each other in the pouring rain. Both waiting for each other's next move.

She kicked him first. He fell on the sand but quickly got back up.

She attacked him again… years of practice was just for this one day.

She's worked so hard to rebuild her life… to change and she wasn't going to have that taken away without a fight.

She did not commit that crime five years ago and if she just gave up it would go against everything she believed in.

She engaged into a full hand combat with the man… he was as equal as she was. Even better.

He met every punch, blocked every kick, dodge every hit. Like he trained her… like he was Michael.

But it couldn't be.

And finally he was on the ground.

Rain pouring down on them…

Nikita on top of him with a knife at his throat.

"Who are you?!" The fierce woman asked.

"Who sent you? What dirty organization do you work for?"

"What are you? CIA, FBI, goggol, troops, marines? Who are you?"

Couldn't be division because it was destroyed before her eyes five years ago.

No answer…

Nothing but short painful breathing.

"How many others are there?"

He caught her off guard and flipped her over then took off the hoodie.

"I don't work for nobody," He said. "I'm just me. Michael."

Those bright green eyes were looking right down at her. Nikita would recognize them anywhere. He's… he's really here.

"Michael?"

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I'm sorry if this sucked guys. I'm not really good at this whole thing but I hope you guys like it a little. Please review and let me know what you guys thought even though it might not be the best thing you've read.