"Hey. Come here," Michael wrapped Nikita up in his arms and kissed her tenderly. They were staying the night in some Belarussian hotel suite, and they needed to calm some of their nerves. Stopping a power hungry Division double, and saving his wife and son took a lot out of them. Especially Michael as he drew parallels to his own late family. The startling car bomb didn't help. However, Nikita did. She saved Cassandra and Max, and reminded him that nothing was his fault. Besides, she was his family then; she wasn't going anywhere. So when they were alone and removing their stolen waiters' clothes, he just had to hold her and kiss her. She returned the affection. He pulled her in even closer, whispering against her lips, "I love you."
"I know," Nikita grinned smugly. Although she went in for another kiss, Michael retaliated. He picked her up in his arms, and dropped her on the bed. She giggled and shrieked in his ear, causing him to chuckle along with her. Only they could make each other laugh and smile after tough missions. They could lighten any mood just by being around one another. And at that moment, they wanted to be as close as possible. She grabbed at his half-buttoned shirt, tugging at him to join her. He followed her silent order willingly. The couple laid in a tangle of limbs, languidly kissing and caressing. Clothes were brushed aside like the barrier that they were, and they began to thoroughly enjoy their relaxing time together.
Sean had managed to track his sister to Belarus. It was ironic that Amanda gave him the lead. A Division agent was in trouble. They had to help, despite what the orders said- it was what Nikita would've done. He dragged Alex along with him. He needed a partner and she was the person he could trust the most. Although they worked well together, he ended up abandoning her on the way to their transport. He had dug through past mission reports, and discovered Michael had been involved with the original Belarus op. If things were going south, he was bound to show up and save the day; Nikita was bound to be in tow.
Assuming the rogues would be staying in the same hotel as Cassandra Ovechkin to keep her and her son safe overnight, Sean followed them to the suite. He really hoped his sister would be there. He couldn't wait to see her and talk to her again. He almost forgot his Seal training in his excitement. He had to move stealthily through the hotel suite to not alert the wrong kind of attention to his presence. The suite split off into two different bedrooms. Only one appeared to have the lights still on. At that hour, it had to be agents restless from an op. Keeping his gun at his side, Sean slowly opened the door and peered inside. There Nikita was, making out with Michael on the bed; both were solely in their underwear. He was so shocked by the sight he nearly shouted, "Nikita?"
Instantly, two guns were trained on him. It happened so fast, he wasn't sure how it was even possible. Whereas Michael moved to yank Sean fully into the room, Nikita stood absolutely still. She blinked several times as if ensuring that her eyes were working properly, that she was seeing what was actually right in front of her. She appeared conflicted. She wanted to run and jump in her brother's arms, yet she also wanted to shoot him. The raging emotions led her to grip her weapon tighter and speak quietly, "Sean? No. No. You're Oversight."
"Not anymore. I got out," Sean's reassurance was immediate. He even let Michael search him and disarm him. He was there to help them. However, he didn't think he could articulate his words just yet. He just stared at his sister. At first glance, she hadn't changed at all over the years. Sure she had a couple of tattoos then, but otherwise she looked exactly as he remembered. The gleam in her brown eyes threw him off, though. They weren't bright and mischievous, they were angry and hurt. The past ten or so years were hell for her; the Nikita that made it through wasn't the lively rambunctious teen he used to know.
"Bullshit, Boy Scout," Her voice dripping in venom helped remind him of that. Nikita glanced at Michael. Without a word passing between them, he reached for something in a discarded duffel bag. It was some kind of scanner for surveillance bugs. He waved it over Sean, while she kept her pistol aimed at him. She didn't waver, and she probably wasn't going to. She was frustrated, enraged. She was supposed to be able to rely on her family, not be terrified of their next move.
Finding no listening devices or trackers on Sean, Michael shoved him into the armchair by the bed. Sean thought he could've relied on him to understand his motivations. Michael was a fellow Naval officer after all. He had also abandoned Division and his mission when he discovered what Percy had done to his wife and daughter. But the rogue regarded the Seal in grave seriousness. He was going to back Nikita no matter what. If she was livid, then so was he, "No way a Navy Seal abandons his mission."
Something about his statement caused him and Nikita to share another glance. Michael readied his weapon and the scanner, and left the room. He was probably searching the hotel suite for any surprises. He wasn't going to find anything, but Sean couldn't voice that. Nikita fished for something in her duffel, her eyes and gun still trained on him. She quickly pulled out zip ties, and secured his wrists to the arms of the chair. He didn't make a move against her. He'd play it her way, only to have her understand, "It wasn't a Seal mission. I'm on leave. Mom asked…"
"And mama's boy's gotta do everything she asks," Nikita hadn't lowered her pistol. Even with Sean tied up, she wasn't going to lower her guard. He wanted to excuse it as her stubbornness, but he knew it was something else. Their reunion wasn't going at all as he had planned. And he knew it was all his fault. She figured out he had been working with Oversight, and she felt betrayed. But he wasn't going to be like their mother. He was going to right wrongs and save the day. No one else was going to be swept under a rug.
"I'm trying to help you," Sean attempted not to sound agitated. He needed to be calm if he wanted his point to come across. But it was always difficult to not sound pissed whenever she wasn't listening. Despite his earnestness, Nikita rolled her brown eyes and scoffed. She wasn't ready to trust him. Why should she anyway, he hadn't proved himself to her. Sean had thought growing up together would've been proof enough for her. They had always been close; they were practically best friends (well as best of friends a brother and sister could be).
However, Nikita had buried her past behind her. After being betrayed by the woman who raised her, she wasn't going to give her trust and heart so willingly. People were going to have to fight and battle their way to her loyalty. Although Sean was her brother and she just wanted to laugh and smile with him again, she didn't know if he wasn't going to turn on her as well, "Then why don't you run back to your mother and tell her to shut down Division and Oversight."
"She's your mom too," Maybe Sean shouldn't have said that. Yet to him, it was true. Nikita was his sister, along with Jill and Sandy. And Madeline was their mother. Nothing was ever going to change that. Again, to Sean it wasn't going to change. Nikita, on the other hand, had made up her mind. Good luck trying to persuade her once that happened.
"Not after she sold me out to Percy," Nikita wasn't as acidic as before. Her voice was steadier, more steely. She had distanced herself so far from her past, she could say that fact without emotion. It was something she had to live with, there was no use getting teary eyes about it then. She could focus on other things, like assessing Sean. She wanted desperately to believe he was being genuine, that there was no ulterior motive. But she had never been so lucky.
"And Dad?" Sean wasn't sure what she knew about their family after her death was faked. He didn't want to be the one to tell her their father passed away shortly after her. Nikita should've been there with them; she should've grieved with them and mourned at his funeral. It was yet another thing she had been robbed of. Judging by her expression, she already knew all of that. Somehow, she knew their dad had died. That just made it more heartbreaking really. She was well aware of what was taken away from her.
"Well, he was my biological father, so," Shrugging, Nikita played it all off. While Sean attempted to process that bombshell of a revelation, Michael returned to the room. He tossed his weapon and the scanner onto the bed, shaking his head. The hotel suite was clear. He was gentle as he approached Nikita and placed a comforting hand to her waist. She finally lowered her weapon when he whispered something in her ear. After a moment, she shoved her gun at her partner, ran a frustrated hand through her dark hair, grabbed a shirt off of the floor, and stomped out of the room. The door slammed behind her.
Sean was snapped out of his shock at the sound. He looked to Michael for answers, but found none. The rogue was pulling on his pants, his green eyes boring into the Seal. Upon realizing the shirt Nikita had taken was his, he sighed. But he could move past it. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Sean. He tried to sit up straighter in the armchair, yet the zip ties kept him completely still. Like Michael, he could move past it, "Where's Nikita going?"
"You're not talking to her till we get answers," Michael's gruff voice was stern. There was no arguing with it. Sean figured that was for the best. Too many complicated feelings were brewing between the siblings. Someone else should be interrogating him. He was still disappointed that Nikita was gone, however. Despite being in the same place, he had to keep fighting to bring her home.
"I told you. I'm done with Oversight. I just want my sister back," Sean was exhausted, and his emotions were frayed. His voice and hazel eyes were evident of that. Michael appeared to relax a tad. He felt for the siblings. That whole family drama was taking its toll on everybody involved. However, he was going to stick to Nikita's side of things.
Looking closely at Sean, Michael could spot some resemblance between him and Nikita. They were definitely half-siblings. And if they were raised together, he couldn't wait to see how stubborn and protective her brother was compared to her. There was no doubt she'd have him beat. But Michael was invested in having the siblings work out whatever the hell was going on. Nikita deserved to be happy with her family, "So you went rogue the second you found out she was actually alive."
"Well…" Sean guiltily let his sentence drop. He wished that were true. However, he had been so lost, confused, and hurt that he blindly kept to his orders for weeks. The second he realized how much danger Nikita was in, he quickly came to his senses. His sister needed him; he couldn't just mope around. Michael seemed to have read his thoughts, his glare becoming more threatening. The Seal did his best to assure him that he had meant no harm, "It's more complicated than that."
"No it's not," Michael was speaking from experience. When he discovered the truth about Hayley and Elizabeth, he turned against Percy. Nothing but the truth mattered. That should've been the same for Sean. If he really wanted to help Nikita, he needed to put in more effort, "You're gonna tell us everything you know. And everything you think you know."
Nodding, Sean did just that. He'd do anything they asked- anything for his family. And that included sitting zip tied to an armchair in a Belarussian hotel suite, after being threatened at gunpoint by his underwear-clad sister.