AN: I know... I suck at New Years resolutions. But here it is, 3 months later. I'm trying to update sooner, but school. I am on spring break next week so I'll try and get another one done before I go back to school. Enjoy and thank you sooooo much to everyone who has reviewed and supported me throughout this story! Love you all!
Birkhoff's Dream
"Seymour... Seymour wake up." Sonya pushed Birkhoff awake. His eyes flung open. It was night time, he was on the couch and everyone else was asleep.
"Sonya?" He questioned. "Thank God," He hugged her. "I thought you were dead..." He smiled and let go of the hug. Sonya smiled back, but before he could say anything else, two bullets came through the window and hit Sonya in the stomach.
"Sonya... Sonya..." Birkhoff shook her, but she wasn't going to wake up.
End Dream
"Birkhoff." Nikita shook Birkhoff awake. She could hear Birkhoff repeatedly saying 'Sonya' so she woke him up. It was 6:30 in the morning, they were the only ones awake.
"Are you okay?" Nikita asked. Birkhoff looked around tiredly, slowly remembering reality.
"Yeah I'm alright." He replied. Nikita nodded and went into the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. It had been a week since Sonya died, and Birkhoff still slept on the couch. Nikita didn't want him to be alone so she slept on the love seat. Michael and Nikita both slept on the love seat for a while, but the past couple days, Michael slept in the bed. One good thing about the past week, was that they had not heard anything from Amanda. Though it did seem like that a lot now. One week nothing, the next was a living hell...
"I appreciate you sleeping out here with me Nikki, but I don't need a baby sitter. I'm doing okay." He tried to convince her to go back to Michael.
"If you were okay, you'd sleep in your bed." Nikita pointed out. Birkhoff hadn't been in there except for to grab clothes and some other things, and even then, he wouldn't stay in for more than a minute. He wouldn't even look at Sonya's bag. "I'm not pushing you, I just don't want you to go through this alone." Nikita tried to comfort him.
"Well, maybe I will in a few days, but I need to start by sleeping alone again." He told her. Nikita smiled defeated.
"Okay. I won't sleep out here tonight then." She said then grabbed a cup out of the cabinet. "Coffee?" She asked Birkhoff.
"Yeah, sure." He responded Nikita brought him a glass and sat next to him.
"Maybe you could start by using your computer in your room." Nikita suggested.
"Sounds good, Nikki. I'll do it in a couple hours." He said then drank his coffee. Nikita smiled seeing his improvement, and also took a sip. They turned on the news only to hear,
"A woman killed in a car shooting last week. How this might be related to Alexandra Udinov and Nikita Mears. More at 8." Nikita quickly turned the channel.
"I never liked the news anyway." She joked. Birkhoff was silent, but before it could get awkward, Michael walked into the living room.
"Hey." She smiled at him.
"Good morning." He smiled back walking into the kitchen to get some coffee. Nikita followed.
"When do you think this will blow over? It's hard enough on him as is, but being reminded every morning..." She sighed
"I don't know. Hopefully not much longer." He responded then went back into the living room to sit and watch whatever was on. Nikita sat in the middle of him and Birkhoff. She leaned on Michael, and while doing so, put her hand on Birkhoff's doing the best to comfort him. She smiled at him, he smiled back gratefully.
Birkhoff sat down in the rolling chair, in front of him was a desk. He opened his laptop and cracked his fingers.
"I'm back..." He announced cockily. Nikita rolled her eyes standing behind him. The first thing he did was go on his e-mail. "That's weird..." he said looking at the newest one that he had received 10 minutes ago.
"What?" Nikita questioned crouching down to look.
"I don't remember subscribing to 'Weekly Magazine." He recalled then clicked on the message. As soon as he opened it, another tab opened with a video.
"Of course..." Birkhoff hissed seeing Amanda on the screen. The message had been previously recorded so there was no tracing or talking to Amanda. They just watched.
"They say the weakest link is always the first to go." Amanda stated through the computer. That made Birkhoff's blood boil, but he held it in.
"We don't need to watch this." Nikita interjected, reaching for the mouse.
"No." Birkhoff slapped her hand away. "We do..."
"Who's the weakest link now?" Amanda questioned before ending the video.
Everyone gathered in Birkhoff's bedroom to watch the video. After it ended, Nikita spoke up.
"She's just saying that to scare us."
"I think Sonya would beg to differ." Birkhoff objected. "We can't stay here anymore. She's going to pluck us off one by one."
"I agree." Sam added. "And I think I should have a pretty big say considering I'm the next weakest link." He said plainly.
"Sam..." Alex empathized.
"What, It's true. You guys were a team long before I was in the picture." Sam pointed out the truth
"It doesn't matter if we leave. Wherever we go..." She paused and looked out the window as though she felt someone watching. After seeing no one she looked back to the group. "She'll find us."
"We were good at being invisible before, we could do it again." Alex trailed.
"No! I am NOT running from her!" Nikita paused, realizing she came off a lot harsher than she wanted. She even made Alex, and everyone else jump. "I'm... Les starts kindergarten soon and I'm having a baby... We can't run or hide from her. It isn't just us anymore."
"You're right." Michael agreed. "We can't let her control us anymore. We have to do something."
"What then, because I'm really tired of saying we're going to do something then doing nothing." Sam burst out, tired of always planning, but never doing.
"We could go to the president..." Birkhoff suggested. Everyone went silent for a second but then they started again.
"Birkhoff we already talked about this." Nikita started but Birkhoff kept going.
"No Nikki, think about it. Nikita Mears, the woman who saved Kathleen Spencer, and Alexandra Udinov, the woman who has busted several human trafficking rings, asks for a meeting with the president about a group they already know is real, they just think it's been taken care of. You want to tell the president it's not. How can they say no to you?" Birkhoff explained.
"We don't even know if this president has been informed of that incident." Alex reminded him.
"It's worth a shot... It's all we have right now." He said.
"Fine." Nikita said surprising everyone. "Birkhoff you make the call. Just say you work for us or something."
"As if I don't..." He muttered to himself as he dials the number. He could still remember it after all his years working at Division.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Michael asked Nikita.
"Birkhoff is right. If we can get through to this president, maybe he'll be able to do something about this. God knows we can't anymore." She trailed off.
"You know it could shine light on what happened. Us, Division, Amanda, Everything." Michael says trying to prepare Nikita for what could happen.
"I don't care... I just want this to be over."
Birkhoff was in his room, on his computer looking at old pictures of him and Sonya. He had tears in his eyes, but for the first time he wasn't actually crying. He heard a knock on his door and quickly clicked out of the pictures and wiped away his tears.
"Yeah... Come in." He called.
"Hey, Can we talk?" Alex asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, sure. Sit down." He replied moving a pillow from the other chair. She sat down and looked at him.
"I just wanted to ask if you were okay. It might be getting old, people keep asking you... But I haven't so I just wanted to know..." She stated.
"You're fine Alex." He smiled. "I appreciate that you're concerned about me. I'm getting close to okay. I just keep telling myself she's up there," He pointed up. "chilling with Sean and Ryan and everyone else we've lost... We've lost so many people Alex. Good people. I just don't want us to lose anyone else..."
"I don't either..." Alex admitted. "That's why we're doing this president thing. We are going to bring justice to Sonya, Sean, Ryan, everyone who has been hurt because of her, and Division."
"I love you, princess." Birkhoff stated. Alex laughed.
"Love you too, Birkhoff." Alex hugged him. He sighed because he truly meant what he said, but he knew what he'd have to Nikita soon. He felt she meant what she said too, but was just saying these things to hit him in his soft spot. He knew she was hurt but Nikita had to know.
A few hours later Birkhoff called Nikita into his room. Alex was there so he told her that it was a technical issue he could use help with.
"What's going on?" Nikita looked on the computer. He shut the door behind them.
"This isn't about my computer. I lied to get you in here." He explained.
"Why?" She questioned confused. Birkhoff sighed, walked toward his nightstand, sat on the bed and opened it.
"Do you remember the pain pills they gave me after the accident?" He asked searching through the chore.
"Yes..." She replied, still confused.
"Well, I haven't had any but..." He held up the bottle. There were only 4 left. Nikita sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why would she do this?" She questioned and shook her head. Amanda did have one of her men drug her before... She flashed back to when they were at the park and she had been feeling pain. "She was feeling pain from..." She didn't even have to finish.
"It might not have been her, but if I had to put my money on someone..." He drifted off. "It could've been stress. From Amanda, press..."
"Yeah, that's probably exactly what Amanda wanted... Thank you for telling me, Nerd. I'll talk to her tomorrow." She told him. He nodded and then she left, still wondering why, after so long she would start again.
Nikita and Michael were in their room, getting ready for bed. Nikita was putting her hair in a bun in the bathroom, and Michael was laying in bed.
"Is he sleeping in his room tonight?" Michael asked.
"Yeah. He's a strong guy. I don't think I'd be able to." Nikita replied.
"Me either... Do you think this will work? The whole president thing?" Michael asked,, wanting to move away from the subject of losing each other.
"I hope it will... For all of us." Nikita sat on the bed holding her stomach. She was still thinking about Alex, and what to say. Les ran through the door and jumped on the bed. "Hey baby girl." Nikita held Les.
"We still need to tell her." Michael reminded Nikita.
"Tell me what?" Les asked looked at them both.
"Honey... You're going to be a big sister." Nikita smiled looking at Les.
"You're going to get a baby?!" Les asked excitedly. Nikita and Michael laughed at the way she phrased it.
"Yeah... We are." Michael added.
"Where is it." Les questioned confused.
"Right now it's in mommy's tummy. We have to wait for it to be ready before it comes live with us." Michael answered.
"It fits in there?" Les questioned in ah. Nikita and Michael laughed again.
"You were in there too once." Nikita told Les.
"Nuh-uh! I'm to big to fit in there." Les stated matter-of-factly.
"Now, but you used to be tiny enough to fit." Nikita replied holding back laughter.
"Oh..." Les said confused.
"Alright Les, come on. I'll tuck you in. Say goodnight to mommy." Michael stood up and started to walk toward the door.
"Good night, Mommy. I love you!" Les hugged Nikita.
"Love you too. Sleep good." Nikita replied with a smile and kissed her forehead. They both left the room and Nikita was alone. She laid on her bed and thought about what she always did. What to do tomorrow.