"You know why I'm here," he says, with a mixture of sadness and anger in his tone. "To bring you home." He is happy to see Nikita but at the same time he feels betrayed and angry that she had kept him miserable all this time while she moved on to someone else and started a new life.

She had missed him so much. All she wants to do right this very second is to run to him and kiss him. But she knows better than that. She knows she needs to be tough. Even if it meant hurting his feelings and breaking his heart once again just to keep him away and safe, she would do it. "This IS my home now. You have to leave, Michael. You know you can't be here," she says, keeping her distance from him. They are standing only a few feet away from each other but it feels like as if they have the whole world standing between them.

"Why not? Because Jeff is here? Because your boyfriend will get mad?," he says angrily. She can sense how angry he is. She has heard that same angry tone one too many times before. It's the same voice she was well too familiar with back when she was still a rogue Division agent.

"Just go, Michael," she snaps. Turning her back to walk away.

"You're unbelievable, Nikita! How could you do this to me? Not only did you leave me behind without saying a word, but you moved on pretty quickly as if I meant nothing to you at all," he says, with so much pain, anger and misery in his voice.

She stops and turns back around. "Michael-," he interrupts her.

"You even..you even slept with him!" Tears threatening to fall. She has never seen him this way; so hurt, so broken.

Nikita's eyes widened. Confused on how he found out about it. Not knowing what to say, she puts her head down and focuses her eyes on the ground. She feels embarassed at what she did, and feels bad that he found out. And knowing how much he loves her, she can just imagine how painful and heartbreaking this must be for him.

"I was going crazy. Not eating, not sleeping, worrying sick about you while you were here scuba diving and fucking another man! Did you even think about me at all? Did you..did you even love me?" he says, voice shaking.

Nikita looks up at him. She can see pain in his eyes, and it hurts her to see his heartbreak in front of her. She wants it to stop. But how?

"Tell me something, Nikita. Do you love him?"

"Michael, I, uhm..," she couldn't find words to say.

"Do you love him?!" he screams, punching the wall next to him.

Nikita jumps when his fist lands on the wall. "Yes! So just please go! Far away from me! Just forget about me!," she exclaims, feeling her knees weaken. She loves Michael so much; so much more than life itself. But she knows that being with him would only put him in great danger. His love for her can cost him his life, and she cannot allow that to happen; she won't even bear it.

Michael couldn't believe what she just said. He stands there, hands start to shake. He looks at her and tries to read her eyes. Eventhough Division has trained and molded her to become a cold, emotionless person, her eyes always tell what the body and her actions try to hide. Michael could always look through her. "You're lying. You're lying, Nikita. In fact, you're missing me right now," he says, eyes still focused on her eyes.

"Stop it!," she says. "What do you want from me? Just go!" She chokes up and looks away, trying to avoid his pleading glares.

"You know what, you never should have saved me! You should have just let me die!"

With that Nikita breaks down. Her whole world shatters.

"Don't say that! Don't you dare say that, Michael!" she says, sobbing hysterically.

"Why the hell not?! I'm already dead anyway. You killed me when you decided to walk away and be with Jeff. I have nothing to live for, Nikita.," he says. His knees drop to the ground and he begins to sob. Nikita has seen him fall apart before but never like this. She's never seen him so broken.

Nikita quickly runs to him and holds his face with both her hands.

"Michael, please. Please don't say that. Look at me! Look at me!," she demands.

Michael looks up to her. He sees pain in her eyes. He sees fear, confusion and pain. Right then, right at that very moment, he knew that they were both feeling the same thing; they were both miserable without each other. He quickly grabs the back of her neck and crashes his lips onto hers. Nikita doesn't hesitate and kisses him back immediately. The kiss was full of love, need, anger, passion and lust. Their tongues are battling for dominance as they continue with the kiss. Michael lifts Nikita on her feet and quickly carries her to the nearby table. He's missed her so much, he wanted to have her right there and then. He places Nikita down on top of the table and rips her tank top off violently. He unhooks her bra and squeezes both of her breast.

"Aaahh," Nikita moans.

"That's right. I'm going to make you forget about Jeff," he says, spreading her legs wide apart. He bites her shoulder and unbuckles his belt at the same time. "You're mine, do you hear me? Mine!" He then rips her panties off and spreads her legs even wider. He is angry, rough and feeling possessive. He bites Nikita's neck, then lowers himself and bites her hip tattoo, then moves back up to her nipple, which he bites hard, as well. That made Nikita scream in both pain and pleasure.

"Ahhh! God, damn you!," she screams, throwing her head back and digging her nails deep into his flesh. The pain he inflicts on her makes her extremely aroused.

"Yeah, that's right. Scream some more. I'm going to make you forget that there was ever anyone else but me!" Then, he enters her.

"Michael," she moans.

He keeps thrusting harder and deeper. "Say my name again," he says, this time his voice is needy. "Tell me you want me!" He commands, pounding on her even harder and deeper.

"Ahhh..I-"

"Say it!" he yells, biting her lower lip.

"Ahhh. I, ah. I want you, Michael," she says breathlessly. She grabs his head to look at his face. She stares in his eyes and sees love, need and fear. She kisses him gently, "Make love to me. Touch me, please," she says, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

With that Michael loses it. He kisses her deeply and passionately. He keeps pounding on her, deeper and harder than it was earlier. They can both feel the counter threatening to break, so Michael strongly lifts Nikita and carries her to the couch. He then turns her around and this time, enters her from behind. He enters her and burries his penis deep into her, making her scream with pleasure. He thrusts harder and deeper, making Nikita's head spin.

"Fuckkk! Michaaaaael!," she screams, reaching her orgasm. "Harder! Fuck! Ohhh! Faster!," placing both her hands on Michael's hips, guiding and forcing him to pick up his pace.

He thrusts faster and harder. He looks down to see her face and sees her falling apart. She is out of it and he knows it. She is spiraling out of control from extreme pleasure and ecstacy. He pounds into her deeper causing her to scream his name over and over again.

Hearing her scream his name is like music to his ears. He thrusts into her one more time and he reaches his own orgasm, "Oh, God! Ohh..yeaaahh. Fuck! Ohh, Nikitaaaaa!," he screams, voice echoing in the whole house. His breathing is heavy and his heart is beating fast. He collapsed on top if Nikita and the two of them are left breathless, speechless and exhausted. He stays burried in her for a few minutes before he pulls out of her. He then turns around to face her, and finds her peacefully laying next to him, breathing heavily and eyes completely shut. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was the one of who had put her into a peaceful state. He is well-familiar with that face. He has seen that many times before; he has seen that each and everytime they finished making love. He brushes several long strands of hair out of her face, which causes Nikita to open her eyes and turn her face to him. Michael looks into her eyes and caresses her cheek. Neither of them have the guts or the courage to say anything, but their eyes tell it all. He grabs her and holds her tight.

"I love you, Nikita."

"I love you, too, Michael."