I'm really, really sorry for not updating this story. Call it an uninspiration period by the serious lack of Mikita + idiotic non-stop hiatus thing. Anyway thankyou so much for all your reviews.

Thankyou NikitaFan for your kind words, it's always good to ear that someone likes our work.

And a special "I'm sorry" to Nikitalover that call me out to reason. This is for you. I hope you like it.

Chapter 4

Michael was now turning his head to both of them. The air around was tense and Nikita couldn't take her eyes out of Owen. She was not looking at him, but at Owen, like a living stone statue. Her mouth opened as she was about to say something that could not be said, and just didn't. Owen tryed to do the same but end up turning his bruised face to the other side, after a silent sigh. Embareced.

I was at this point that she turned all of her attention to Michael. Her eyebrowns were frowned and a strange anger was all over her face. He knew that expression! He knew it well. It camed along with fired eyes just before she engaged herself into a full combat machine. The same fire that kept her alive for so many years fighting all those who wanted her dead. That fire she was now showing him. He was the enemy now! And, for a second it hurt. It hurt real bad. He couldn't belive her reaction, he couldn't understand it, he felt betrayed. He never tought she would take his side!

He felt bad just as much as he prepared himself for what was about to happen. He expected a slap, a punch or even a kick. Instead, she sudenly turned her back on him and just walked away in a rushed passe. Both men looked at each other beyond stunned as they watched Nikita further and further away, until she disappered round the corner.

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Nikita slamed the door as hard as she could. She was furious. Strange thing was... she didn't even knew why.

She was fully driven by emotions right now. Anger was the current one and it seemed boosted up to an unfamiliar level, even to her. Maybe it was the toxin talking. Yes. That was it! She could still feel its effect, even after she had the antidote. Her body still trembling a little, still swollen, still aroused... Her mind enhancing every single bit of emotion up to the limit.

Awaking up in medical with a big commotion beside her was akward, specially when she realized the reason of that commotion, was Michael and Owen wrestling each other. She took a while to fully regain her senses and another while to manage to stand up once again. In that time she saw the all fight from start to end. She watched as Owen tried to reason with an insane Michael, she watched him broke his rips in reply, she watched them fight until they drain all energy and sweat and blood. Michael had started all that. She loved him but he could be an ass some times.

She felt frustrated with herself: not being able to reach them in time. To stop that senseless battle. And then, when she finally reached the door way and eard Owen's confession, it was a shock. She didn't know how to andle it, she couldn't. And Michael... she could just kick him out of his miserable state already. How could he do that to her? In front of everyone, none of the less. He was considered an authority inside Division along with her. He was her fiancé. How could he embarassed her like this, acting like a jealous teenager? They were meant to be examples, to be leaders among all, for all the recruits sake. What example was he showing them? That he was a beast or that she was his property? Was she an object to him?Either one of the those answers was not a good one.

But what hurt her the most was the question: How could he do that to Owen? Owen was a friend to both of them, not just hers. Ok, she knew Michael never liked him in the first place, but he was one of them, not an outsider. Seriously, came to think about it, if it had been an outsider he would be dead by now. How come Owen confessed that to Michael? To Michael?! Why didn't he told her what he felt? He loved her...

And her... How could she not noticed something like that. How? Was she blind? She worked with the man every day for Christ's sake! No. Wait. That explains a lot of things, small thing. Thing that she barely was aware of, until now. He always managed to be wherever she was in five minute range. Who does that? Did he not have a life of his own? Didn't he ever went outside of Division between their missions? Looks and touches just a little bit longer than normal. She knew what he felt for her deep down, she just didn't really want to see it, or believe in it until he really said it outloud.

She always had a special bond with Owen. He was so different from Michael. He was funny, and guffy and sweet... Michael was serious, dark and distant. Didn't mean he didn't love her, it just meant he had a hard past. It was his way of dealing with all of his loses. She loved him but Owen was a special person too and he always had her back, even before Michael, even when Michael left her, he didn't.

Yes. She cared for him very deeply. But the way he kissed her... it changed everything. It made her shiver. It made her wonder. She didn't realized he was actually a hunk of a man until that damned toxin opened her eyes to it. And was that really a bad thing? She could still feel his hands caressing her in a way Michael didn't for a long time. His beautiful tattooed chest contracting to her every touch. The taste of his rumble,fat tongue... His hard, long member pulsing against her. She found herself, unintentionaly, pampering her fingers across her lips. Remembering how good he really felt. Imagining how it would be, if they went all the way.

A brief smile came out and suddenly it hit her. She shouldn't be thinking about another man. She had a fiancé. She felt bad... dirty... speaking of wich she still had her Prada drenched in that crappy green stuff. She liked that dress, now it was a total loss. "Oh, well, another day at the office. Great! Just great!"

Nikita just didn't give another tought as she shamelesly striped the dress out and dispose it on the nearby can along with everything else. She grabbed the big towel on her locker and opened the shower water. Happily there was no one else on the public shower that day. She wouldn't had the pacience for anyone else.

As she sense the warm water running as waterfall over her body, she felt the tension on her shoulders, slowly going away. She could feel every gush relaxing her, massaging her, waching the dirt away. This would be the perfect ending for a very long day.

- Nikita...

Or not.

-We need to talk.

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