Set sometime in season 3. The PDA meeting mentioned in Chapter 32.
"Yes, I have a question. What do you think about sex and being absolutely and thoroughly fucked?" Nikita was just digging it in by that point. Ryan was more than likely going to kill her once they were all dismissed. But that was what made it so fun. That, and the mixture of laughs and groans that rose from the crowd. Annoyances were definitely high, yet so was hilarity. The mixture was tough to mine through, determining what was crossing a line and what was fun to admit. Yet when had she ever backed down from a challenge.
It would be easy to blame Alex; she had been the one to dare her, and bribe her with the offer to pay for her wedding. But Nikita took too much joy from watching Ryan squirm and glare to not take credit. He brought it on himself, really. He kept threatening the team that he'd hold a meeting to discuss PDA and sex within Division. They finally called him on his bluff, leading to quite possibly the most uncomfortable meeting ever. How did someone tell a room full of adults not to have sex at their place of work. Especially since Division wasn't necessarily a place of work, it was a former hellhole they were momentarily trapped in. Ryan had no idea what he was doing, "So. Let's discuss the elephant in the room…"
"My dick," Nikita shouted, loud enough for the room to hear. Laughter immediately erupted, breaking apart some of the tension. The analyst had set himself up for that joke. Ryan was sort of thankful for it, though. He was able to chuckle and reorganize his thoughts. But as Alex's loud bark of laughter indicated, there were more sexual jokes and oversharing to come. Nikita was just getting started.
"Yes. Thank you- sort of. We need to discuss some of the public displays of affection that have been occurring inside Division," Pushing forward with the topic of the meeting, Ryan was met with grumbles of complaints. He didn't catch all of them, yet most were mumbles that shifted blame to various couples. Of all the things to talk about, that wasn't the most important. However, he believed it needed to be said. Getting interpersonal relationships under control could help with the whole group dynamic. They'd need trust, cooperation, and understanding to continue in that war.
"Is it really PDA if you have sex in rooms no one goes into?" Although Nikita agreed with Ryan about the importance of that, she had wedding money at stake. She also believed a light moment was needed more than a serious conversation. They had been receiving a lot of low blows recently. They all needed some time to laugh, even if her contradiction earned a couple of eye rolls along with giggles.
Ryan leveled a glare at Nikita. He had no idea what she was doing (or why Alex seemed to be having the time of her life), but it had to stop. She contradicted him enough in the field and in their briefings. He had to have control during that meeting. He was Division's boss whether anyone liked it or not, "It is still sex in a workplace. And we shouldn't…"
"Okay. But have you ever gotten incredibly horny after a mission? Like, can't contain it, gotta escape into the old shooting range, you just have to have each other horny?" Shrugging, Nikita simply barreled over him. She felt a tad guilty for it, the sounds of disgust from the crowd adding to that. But the overall lightening of tension and unease drove her on. She had no doubt they'd get to the point eventually. She'd just have to be embarrassing for the time being.
Michael agreed with Ryan about the inappropriateness of her interruptions, though. Normally, he was all for teasing the analyst or anyone else on their team. But not when very personal things about him were involved. Sure their friends were laughing, as well as some of the other agents. The people he had trained, however, were glancing at the engaged couple awkwardly. He didn't want his former students to think of him that way. He had to make Nikita stop. Harshly, he whispered in her ear, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Alex is paying for our wedding," Instantly Nikita replied, casting a glance at a giggly Alex. Michael studied the two for a moment. She didn't need to explain that it was all a dare; he caught onto that quickly. He was just thinking the situation over, contemplating if the oversharing was worth it or not. The fact that they didn't really have any money of their own soon won him over. If the young woman was committed to spending so much on them, then so be it. He was determined to marry his fiancée on that private beach.
Nodding along, Michael took a step back from Nikita; he trusted her not to share too much. She shot him a proud grin, and prepared to volley more inappropriate comments. While Ryan spluttered to continue, her fiancé decided to give her some ammunition. They were partners, after all, "Do you want to reinstate old rules?"
Shocked mutters overcame the room at the assertion. No one wanted that. Having relationships, whether it be romantic or friendly, made continuing that fight more bearable; it gave them worthwhile connections and something worth fighting for. They couldn't go back to the way things were. Ryan knew that, and he agreed with them. It really was a new Division, "No. There just needs to be an air of professionalism."
"Among government assassins that don't exist," Alex was the one to argue that time. Fortunately, Ryan didn't catch the encouraging wink she shot Nikita; he was too focused on containing the crowd. She made a fair point about who they were, but that didn't matter. They still had missions to complete and objectives to reach. They couldn't afford to be distracted by budding relationships and all that came with it.
"Look. We don't have the same resources Division had before," Knowing that agents would argue they could compartmentalize, Ryan aimed for a simpler point. Division was running on far smaller funds. Medical was losing supplies faster than they could replenish them, and they didn't have the recruits to do all the cleaning. It was on them to take care of the place.
"Are you talking about condoms? Just bring your own like we do. I have some great recommendations," Nikita bypassed that concern with another one of her lewd comments. She swayed her hips excitedly, as if to prove how great they actually were. That got Michael to laugh. She was really enjoying herself. Despite more groans of protests, others (specifically their team) were enjoying it as well. There was going to be no stopping her then- not that anyone could've stopped her before. She was going to see it through.
"I'm talking about cleaning up after yourself," Ryan continued to try to have her shut up. His glares never had any power over Nikita, however. She was going to torture him until he died. Or until he lightened up, whichever came first. At that rate of her contradiction and embarrassment, it might be death. There were some people in the crowd (Birkhoff) that were never going to let him live that moment down.
At the mention of cleaning up after sex, knowing glances shot around the crowd. Division was small enough that everybody knew everyone's business. Even without Nikita's oversharing, they knew who was fucking who in that place and whether or not they had had sex in a recruit room. Ryan was appreciative of the reprieve for a moment. Maybe the agents could guilt each other into staying professional. With the rogue, though, he would never have such luck, "Don't look at me. We keep it clean and safe. And incredibly satisfying."
"Not in Division," If Michael was encouraging Nikita or attempting to stop her, Ryan didn't know. All he was aware of was how disastrously that meeting had slipped from his control. He either had to keep fighting or give in; he wasn't sure which was worse. Agents were laughing at least. So maybe it wouldn't have been that terrible to cave in.
"We can get off during quickies," But he would have to make Nikita quit oversharing. PDA included comments like that one. Ryan didn't need to know the extent of Michael's and Nikita's time together- no one did. She smirked nonetheless.
Sighing, Ryan pushed down his irritation. It was time to end the meeting. He could make his point clear in a couple of sentences. If only those that were laughing would settle. There was some amount of seriousness to hold to, "Just. Don't have sex here at all. You have apartments. Keep this place clean. Are there any questions?"
"Yes, I have a question. What do you think about sex and being absolutely and thoroughly fucked?"
Once again, Ryan had opened himself up to that one. More laughter rippled through the crowd; the few that were holding back were barely contained by eye rolls. His whole team was chuckling and giggling just as fiercely as the agents. He couldn't fight against that. He didn't want to. The analyst had well and truly lost whatever he had planned. It was time to give up, but not without a strong command, "Dismissed."
The agents who had been annoyed and uncomfortable left in a hurry. They were so glad to be able to leave. Yet those that were having fun stuck around to see what Nikita was going to say next. Ryan might have given up, but she certainly hadn't. She was going to keep being a bit too much like always, "You don't like sex? You probably haven't been doing it right. First, you find someone really attractive. Then, you get hard or wet…"
"And you're done," Biting back laughter, Michael led Nikita out of the room. While they left, she motioned to Alex that she had to pay up. The young woman nodded through her giggles. Ryan caught that interaction between them, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Of course there was something to gain in all of that; he had been played. But he'd get her back. Or at least plan to. There was a chance Nikita would continue to surprise him and catch him off guard. With her around, there was never a dull moment. But that wasn't necessarily a terrible thing. It allowed for lighter moments in their war.
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