A/N: So I just finished Nikita, and I have to say that it's one of the best finale's I've ever seen. But when I saw Ryan, I thought about how it would be written if he and Nikita were together! Also, just like my last story Michael chose to stay with Max and Cassandra! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and pm'd me to correct that in my previous story.. I hope you all enjoy this story!
Morocco- 3 P.M. Local Time
Nikita took a sip of her drink and smiled. They had done it. Really done it. Division was finished. The members of the group were all captured, and Amanda was back in the basement for the rest of her miserable life. Birkhoff and Sonya were in London, all set to speak at some hacker's conference because apparently those were a thing. Who knew?
Alex and Sam were together, with him acting as her head of security now that Alexandra Udinov had resumed her role as an ambassador and human rights advocate. She had to remember to call tomorrow and ask how the summit went. Michael had returned to Cassandra and Max, wherever they were. The two never settled down, not because they had to worry for their safety, but because they wanted to be able to see the world they had spent their lives protecting.
Nikta looked down at her hand, seeing the diamond ring on her third finger of her left hand. The ring he'd given her the last time he'd seen her. His grandmother's ring.
"Dammit Fletch. You should be here with me." She said quietly, taking another sip of her drink. But that was impossible. Ryan Fletcher was dead. The man she loved had been taken from her, and unlike last time, she wouldn't be getting him back.
She looked up, eyes widening. The chair across from her had been empty. Had being the key word. Now it was occupied by a man in a blue shirt and black pants. Her man.
"Ryan?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Nikita Mears. You did it. You showed them the truth. I'm so proud of you my love."
"Proud? You're proud. Well I'm angry. I'm angry that you had to go and die on me! You left me alone." She said, feeling the tears well up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. About dying that is. But you're wrong. You're not alone. I'm with you. I'm always with you. I always will be."
"Promise me." She said, and he smiled.
"I promise. Now I hate to cut this short, but I think you have work to do." He said, pointing to the outside of the cafe. Nikita looked, feeling her anger begin to boil as she saw a punk with a gun place another gun into the hand of a young boy. He couldn't be more than eight years old.
"I'll see you again?" She asked, and he smiled.
"I'll see you in your dreams. Now go to work. I love you."
"Love you too. I'll see you when it's done."
Nikita stood up, running out of the cafe just in time to see an old blue car take off with the boy inside. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"Hey nerd, I know we weren't going to talk until taco night next week, but I need a satellite view of Morocco. Old beat up blue car. Call me when you have a location."
She hung up and got in her car.
"Here we go again."
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this story! Thanks for reading, and I'll be back with another one soon!