Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the show. Reviews are appreciated! I did have a question, for my next story, what if I did a crossover? I might do a regular story and a crossover story at the same time. What are some good shows, that you guys have watched, to do a crossover for?
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Alex POV:
"We found Nikita," Michael says
"She's being held by a black market operator. We need to know how to break her programing," I tell her.
"And why would I tell you that?" she asks.
"Because it's your life or hers," Michael explains.
"You aren't going to kill me. You would've done that already," she replies.
"Here's the thing. Nikita is more important to me than you could ever be," Michael tells her.
"More important to us," I add in. Michael pulls a gun. "Your life for a way to break Nikita's programming. It's a simple trade really," I continue. Michael presses the gun to her head.
"I pull the trigger on the count of 3. 1…..2…." Michael counts.
"Okay, wait," she interrupts. I smile.
"Well...we're waiting," Michael says.
"You have to tell her 'The only way to save me, is to save yourself'. Nikita kept saying it to you when I had her bugged, and frankly I thought it was poetic," she replies.
"If you're lying, I swear I'll empty all the bullets in my gun into you," Michael threatens.
"Michael, we should go," I say. He nods and we leave the room.
"Birkhoff, where are we with our way in?" Michael asks.
"I got you tickets into the auction," he replies.
"You covers are Sasha and Kyle Smith," Sean says. "You'll have to wear disguises, because half the world will recognize Alexandra Udinov," he explains.
"I got a helicopter to take you to New York tomorrow," Sonya adds in.
"Perfect," I say.
"We have another problem. You can't show up without any money. They'll think that's suspicious," Sean tells us.
"I can put some money together," I reply.
"You'll need a hell of a lot, the starting bid is $1 million dollars," Birkhoff says.
"I will handle that," I reassure them. "We are getting Nikita back," I continue, and then walk out.
Nikita POV:
They moved me to a dark room last night. My hands and legs stay bound together, and they only ever come to keep me high. Being alone gives me a lot of time to think. This whole situation is kind of ironic. I saved Alex from these similar circumstances. Now she's dead, and I'm right back where I started all those years ago. The whole situation and my life is coming in full circle. I rest my head against the wall. This is the first time in a really long time that I would welcome the prospect and possibility of death, with open arms.
Michael POV:
The plane ride is filled with an awkward silence. All I can think about is Nikita. She looked so frail and hurt in the image on her profile. We land in New York on the day of the auction. "We have two hours to get ready for the mission," I tell Alex. She nods.
Two hours later
Alex POV:
We pull up to the auction. I step out, my heels clicking on the ground. I take Michael's hand and he leads me inside. We got through security and a man meets us. "Who do you intend to buy today?" he asks.
"Nikita Mears," Michael answers.
"Follow me this way," he says. He leads us to a room filled with other buyers. We enter and see a glass window on the wall. We look into it and see a dark figure against the wall of the dimly lit room.
"It's a one way glass," the man tells us. "If you'll excuse me, I have to attend to some business," he continues. I nod. Inside the glass, the figure lifts its head. Her hair is a tangled mess, her eyes are wild, and she looks like she hasn't eaten in a while.
"Oh my god. Nikita," Michael breathes out.