A/N: I hope you all enjoy the next couple of chapters. Thanks again for taking an interest in this fic.

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Nikalex: I am hoping to post daily, especialy while on vaca. Thank you so much for reviewing. There will be more Nikita and Alex a head. ;)


Rachel wove her fingers behind her head leaning back in the chair. Her eyes focused on the brunette as she walked around the room assisting the other recruits with the assignment. It wasn't every day that the assassin would instruct a class at Division, but each time she did Rachel found herself paying more attention to Alex than her assignment.

Thoughts of Alexandra often danced through her head. Alex was the definition of perfection, she thought. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had an aura of quiet strength. Rachel had heard the rumors about Alex among the other recruits; never quite sure which were true. What a mystery Alexandra Udinov was to her.

Alex abruptly stopped; bending to point at the computer screen before her. Rachel's eyes widened as she stared at the agent's incredibly gorgeous ass. She bit down on the pen dangling carelessly from her mouth. Rachel fixated on Alex lustfully as she leaned further back in the chair. She wasn't sure when she started having these feelings, but she was certain that she didn't want them to end. A familiar knot twisted itself into her stomach. Rachel gazed ferally at the modelesque brunette before her triumph faded in the slip of the supporting legs, crashing to the floor below.

Quick thinking sent her leaping to her feet; hands entering a fighting stance.

"Just practicing my mad ninja skills," Rachel blushed, the class breaking out into laughter.

"Get back to work!" Alex glared sternly at the recruits.

"Yes, Ma'am," Rachel winked, easing back into her chair.

The brunette sauntered toward her picking up the pen from the floor. "You dropped this." Their fingers brushed very briefly, a current flowing through Rachel like an exposed electrical wire. "Tt-hank you," Rachel stuttered. She flushed looking away from the brunette who desperately tried to stifle her own laughter.

Alex couldn't help thinking about how much Rachel eerily reminded her of Irina. The same piercing light eyes, the long jet black hair and the beautiful pale skin. The resemblance was uncanny.

Rachel hid her embarrassment with a wink and a smile, but she felt her face burning. She tried to pry her eyes from Alex only to drift right back. They made quick eye contact several times as the brunette continued her rounds across the room. In her defense, Alexandra's sexual allure didn't make it any easier, Rachel argued internally.

"What?" Alex shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. "What are you looking at?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you have wicked fashion sense, super spy?"

"You know, Rachel... I think you have far too much free time on your hands. Meet me in the gym after class."


Alexandra's muscles burned as she finished off her grueling workout. Nikita always told her that working out was good for the body and the psyche. Alex felt a clarity after her work outs, and a serenity that otherwise escaped her. She hated to admit that her old mentor was correct about anything, but credit where credit was due, she thought. Sweat dripped into her eyes, as she mopped the back of her hand across her forehead. She twisted the cap off the bottled water and chugged it down.

Shower time.

Alex stiffened at the buzzing sound of the door bell. She wasn't expecting any visitors today. She furrowed her brow as she moved toward the kitchen. Reaching above the stove top, she pulled her Glock from it's concealed location, her post workout serenity vanishing. Alex gripped the weapon as she pressed her finger against the button. The screen flashed from the empty lobby downstairs to a fuzzy screen and then to a live shot of Birkhoff smiling at her.

"Good morning. Good work out?" Birkhoff asked, biting into his confetti colored pastry.

"You can see me?"

"Duh, That new security system of yours wasn't just to keep out the bad guys. How do you think Division spies on you? Amanda wants to cop a look and make sure you're not getting busy with.. I don't know... Nikki for example."

"What do you want, Birkhoff?"

"Nikki wants to meet with you. She asked me to set a time and a place," he replied, taking another nibble from his doughnut.

"Why doesn't she ask me herself?"

"Ask her that when you see her. When and where?"

"Not interested."

"Come on, Alex. She feels terrible about the past. It's been more than a year. Can't you two kiss and make up already?"

"She killed my father, Birkhoff. Then she played savior, gained my trust, made me think she loved me. But that was only the beginning...wasn't it? She fucked me, trained me, and put me inside Division as her mole...and never once told me what she had done to my father...and to top it all off...she put a bullet in me... Tell Nikita to go to hell."

Alex slammed her fist against the button below the screen. "Guess it's time to move again."