A/N: Sorry For Taking So Long To Update :( I'm having such a blank :( Nami x
They get out and go towards one of the stronger, older agents. "I'm going to take Thom for survelliance; you watch the agents, got it?" He nods and Michael go towards Thom. "Let's go." He nods at him and they walk down the road, behind the government buildings and see one of Nikita's safe houses. They knock the door and wait.
Owen answers and they walk in. "Michael." Owen says. They all walk in and Nikita sits on a chair. "This is for you." Thom says awkwardly and hands her over 3 belts of ammo. "Relax." Nikita says to Thom. "It's not like Michael is going to find out you're- oh wait he's crossed over to." She smiles. "How's my girl doing in there?" Michael walks towards her. "you know Alex. She can't cope when she is being cooped up inside." Nikita nods and goes towards the window. "Percy is upping his game." Michael says in a hushed tone; not really wanting to say it. "Yeah. It's not cat and mouse, its dog and cat. Got it." Michael and Thom both stare at each other; as Alex said practically the same thing earlier. "I won't be out against you guys anytime soon; this wound needs to heal first." She says; glancing down at her leg.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Thom asks "Look after Alex. Make sure she doesn't get hurt." Thom laughs at her. "Do you want another bullet in you?" Michael chuckles slightly and Nikita smiles. "She isn't kidding either." He says to Thom as he goes towards the kitchen table. A phone rings and Nikita answers it. She gets angry and starts shouting in Russian. "She can speak 10 languages." Michael tells Thom, who takes a seat beside his mentor. She goes frantic and starts looking out through windows. She hangs up and goes towards her gun case. She lifts out a 22" and stares at the three men. "It's Gogol. He's here." They all jump and Owen grabs a gun. They go out through the window and start shooting down below. They sprint away and when they are safe, Nikita turns to Michael. "It's 11 now; Spanish." He nods and they keep running. "you two; go back to your intel, we'll go to another safe house; when its safe we'll get our things and I'll give Alex a new address." They nod. Thom turns to walk away but Michael looks back and so does Nikita; she nods at him and he smiles.
[An Hour Later]
"Ok. This is getting us nowhere." Michael says to all the agents around the table. "What about your surveliance earlier? Did you see anything?" One of the agents asks Thom. "Nope; nothing out of the ordinary." A cell rings and they all stare at him. "Ok, we're on it." He hangs up and turns to look at Michael; the packs leader. "It's Gogol. He's been spotted leaving town." They nod. "Ok; Mark, John and Chris go call Birkhoff and find out the whereabouts. The rest of you head down town." Thom turns back. "What are you going to do?" Michael nods. "I have some calls make." Thom nods and walks out.
Michael calls Nikita and she answers. "Gogol is leaving town. I've got men out searching for them and we'll drive by your loft on our way back." Nikita smiles on the other end of the phone. "Thanks Mikey." He smiles and quickly stops smiling and looks into the wall-length mirror. "Why did you come to Division?" He asks her in an almost hushed tone; not wanting to ruin the moment, but wanting to know the truth.
"I am sick of running." He smiles again. "Your Nikita; the rogue assassin; how could you get sick of running? It's what you signed up for after all, right?" She laughs. "I still can't believe you've joined me." He smiles cockily at the mirror. "Oh Nikki, you didn't think I always wanted to be Percy's little puppy always at his beck and call, did you?" She lets a soft laugh out of her. "I guess I didn't." He walks around the room. "Michael." He looks up and sees Thom. "Somebody at Division has drugged Alex, and she isn't coming around." He stares at Thom. "Ok, round up the men and we'll go back." Thom nods and walks out with a tear sitting on the edge of his eyelid, wanting to fall down his cheek, but he won't let it. I've shed too many on this kid.