Disclaimer: I do not own Nikita, or any characters used in the show. I do however own my OC Gemma.
Chapter 3
The first thing I heard after waking up from that awful dream, was that someone was gone for one day and already Division had gone to hell.
"Division's gone to hell?" I asked groggily to the figure sitting across my room. The individual's head shot up like a rabbit and stared at me.
"Gemma?" That voice was Birkhoff's. He sounded incredulous like he hadn't expected me to wake up.
"Birkhoff?" I asked, blinking my eyes rapidly, attempting to clear the fog. His face became more clear.
"Oh my, I thought that we lost you!" Birkhoff hugged me close to his body. "You're so thin. So thin. What happened?" he rambled on and on. I was having a hard time following him.
"Seymour, could you just explain what happened and what I'm doing here?" I asked him, annoyed and running out of my precious little patience.
"We were kind of hoping you'd tell us that," Michael's voice sounded from the doorway. I looked at him, sure enough Percy and Amanda were right behind him, along with the doctor.
"I need to see my patient!" he demanded shoving between Percy and Amanda. I internally winced, knowing that this wouldn't end well for the doctor.
"Be that as it may, but you don't need to push me!" Amanda exclaimed, dusting off her suit/dress combination. I sighed in relief for the doctor, then watched as Percy shot him in front of all of us.
"There, now I think that he learned his lesson." Percy turned away and grabbed his cell phone. "Roan I need you to dispose of a body in medical and also to find another doctor for us to recruit. I have a sick agent that needs tending to ASAP, so I would appreciate it if you would make it a top priority." He listened intently to whatever bull Roan was feeding him. "I understand that it's not usually your job to take care of finding recruits, it's Michael's, but this is a task that I'm assigning you. Right now she's going to be moved to a secure location until you can remove this body and find another doctor." With that he clicked his phone shut. "Michael move her to Birkhoff's room." He spun on both feet and walked out the door to the hallway where we all assembled in a few moments.
"Why my room?" Birkhoff whined, playing the part of a sassy, bachelor technical director quite well if you ask my opinion.
"Because yours is the closest and also . . ." Percy leaned in close to Birkhoff with a smirk and whispered something. I had feeling what he said and felt sick to my stomach. Birkhoff turned pale and faced me with a horrified look. After several moments of silence we finally reached our destination; Birkhoff's mancave. There was no bed, only a large fluffy sofa upon which I was placed.
"Now what happened?" Percy asked after a few minutes of quietness, which I reveled in. I raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked him sitting up with the aid of Seymour.
"Yes, and you're going to tell me."