A/N: Thank you for reviewing, Ayushi.
I will be posting a chapter for Whispers sometime today. More soon. Enjoy. :)
Nikita looked through the one way glass as the doctor finished looking over his patient. He looked at the mirrored glass before he hung a bag on the tree and hooked it into the iv running into the young woman's arm. The doctor looked around the sterile room, picking up bits of gauze and a needle, placing it on the rolling tray. It was a prison cell of a hospital room and it was his intention to keep it that way. He had done a stint in a maximum security prison before he had been approached by Michael to serve his country in another place, in another way.
He lightly ran fingers over the sheet on the side of the bed from which he worked. The small implant he found had been placed in a special container, breaking it off from monitoring. He was now checking that there was not one piece of metal or plastic left behind that could be turned into a weapon. His stint in max had taught him just how many things could be dangerous from plastic knives to toothbrushes and saran wrap to large splinters of wood in the right hands. The doctor was the one to be around this individual and he was not interested in finding out if the captured woman was as dangerous as his new bosses said.
Tugging at the restraints a final time, he turned and wheeled the surgical tray from the room. He stopped briefly to look at Nikita. "Implants out. There are signs of a recent gunshot wound, mostly healed. I'm going to keep her under for another few hours til the rest of the tests come back." He turned and walked down the gray concrete corridor deep in the underbelly of Division toward his office.
Nikita turned and looked through the window again. Michael stood from his chair nearby. "Definitely her?" He had watched quietly as his wife had paced through the removal of the chip and the overall examination. She had been as edgy as a cat.
"Geek squad matched her up. It's definitively Alex." Nikita took a long slow breath. "What the hell did Amanda do to her to make her attack us?" She chewed her lip and crossed her arms in her concern and confusion.
Michael shook his head. "We won't know until she wakes up." His hand slid over to grip her shoulder lightly.
Nikita looked out of the glass at the unconscious woman "If then. Alex is stubborn as hell at the best of times. I doubt she is just going to sing." Nikita reached for the jacket draped over her husbands other arm. "Everyone in the know is locked down?" She tugged on her jacket and checked the pocket to make sure her cell phone was still inside.
"Everyone," he confirmed. "You sure this is the right course of action?" his concern was easy enough to read.
Nikita shook her head "This is the only course of action until we know what the hell is going on, Michael." She looked up into the corner of the room. "Get these feeds moved to my personal computer. I want to know if Amanda's mole twitches in this direction."
Michael nodded. "I have about a dozen recruits ready for the field. I don't want them out there until we get the mole locked down." He hated to hold back those who were ready, but they were still green and would be easy pickings for agents with greater experience.
She turned and frowned as she stared at Alex's monitors. "Seems like we are increasing the number of people inside Division who want us dead."
"Tactically, never the best move." He wrapped his arms around her, standing behind her as they both stared into the nearly empty room. "We will sort this out."
She nodded vaguely. "I'm going to sit with her awhile, Michael."
He nodded and stepped back slightly. Their friendship had meant so much to Nikita. He would not begrudge her the time to sit with her best friend, newly back from the dead. She turned to face him. Michael gently stroked her cheek. As she looked up, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "I'll hold the fort. I'll even bring dinner down if you want to stay." He smiled and reaching out, took her hand, squeezing it supportively.
She smiled. "No Michael. I mean for my husband to take me to an expensive restaurant for dinner tonight."
"Expensive?" His brows came up. It was an unusual request from his down to earth wife.
Her smile became predatory. "If you want to get lucky sailor, it'd better be." She lightly backhanded his chest with a broad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes in her concern for Alex.
He kissed her again with a grin. "Understood." He grabbed his own jacket off the back of his chair. "I shall return, after I see to the children." He waved as he left.
She walked into the room with a chair rolling under her fingers. It was soon in a position close to the bound and unconscious woman. Nikita slid into the chair and opened a book. She couldn't focus on the dancing words and was glancing up more and more often. "Alex," she said quietly. "What the hell happened? How did Amanda get to you?"
She leaned her head back and took a deep breath. "Amanda must have really done a job on you. Well, we kind of knew. There were records... we thought they were you and then we didn't think it. She scrambled you with ECT and then what? Used drugs?" She stood and paced. Nikita turned to look at the younger woman. "I'm sorry... You didn't deserve this, baby girl. We will bring you back."
