Sean kept replaying the car accident nearly ten years ago over and over again. He was told she had died on impact. But apparently that wasn't the case. He remembered seeing a car speed away after the wreck, and being so angry about that action. His sister was dying and instead of helping they left. Thinking about it then, he wondered if that was on purpose. He also wondered if Abby hadn't been delusional. She said she saw a man come up to Nikita after the wreck; she said the man killed her. Both Sean and Abby were dismissed at the time, they were told what they had witnessed wasn't possible. He knew how big of a lie that was then.

He had seen her. He saw Nikita at the hotel and in the alley, he knew it. Even after ten years he couldn't mistake those brown eyes and half smile. At the hotel, however, he thought he was seeing things. He had heard there was a rogue named Nikita and he put her image in its place. But seeing her in the alley changed that. She was real. She had seen him too. The sister he thought had died in a car accident when they were teens was alive and well. Nikita was alive and well. Sean couldn't come to grips with the thought.

Back at Division, he didn't know what to do with himself. He should have probably demanded answers. However, he wasn't sure if he wanted any. He was only in that underground bunker to examine and report. He was on leave from active missions for the Navy, so Oversight assigned him supervisor duty- his mother assigned him. Sean had thought that was a shock. He thought discovering what his mother was doing with her senatorial position was the thing he had to worry about. Knowing she was in charge of an out of hand black ops unit of the government shook him up. But discovering his dead sister was alive, wrecked him.

Everything was starting to become too much. Sean had believed his mother to be an upstanding citizen who fought for others. Instead, she was corrupt as hell. Division was awful; the things they did to their own, to the world, was horrific. He was assured they were changing- they were going to focus on missions too tricky for the CIA to get involved in. And they were going to bring their rogue element in. That was all. They were going to be good. Sean bought that line for a bit. It was why he stuck around. But their enemy was Nikita.

Sure, she was always an annoying rascal and a hellion. Yet she fought for everybody she loved. She was protective, and stubborn, and ready to right every single wrong she had encountered. There was no way that would've changed over the years. If she was trying to destroy Division, then they were the evildoers. It was that simple. Sean understood then why he wasn't shown her picture at first. They told him about a rogue named Nikita and gave him the information he needed to stop her. He figured her picture or past wasn't important; he could stop her without them. God, was he wrong. There was no way he could stop her.

His mother had manipulated him. She said Division had to be brought back to the light. It once was good, but its previous leader corrupted it. Fortunately, a new commander was in place to set things right. They simply had to control the wild former agent causing havoc and everything would be on the up and up again. And Sean really believed that. Amanda would clean things up, and Division and Oversight would be on the right side of morality again. He would see to that with his position. He was helping to save the world.

However, there was Nikita- the rogue element he was only briefly told about. She complicated things. Division had to have been the evil one if she was fighting it. But, how did she begin fighting it anyway. Sean knew Nikita was an agent who escaped. She also came back with a fiery vengeance and a mole inside the unit's ranks. The problem was, how the hell did she become an agent in the first place. She died in that car accident. Paramedics declared her dead and drove away. He saw her body. He went to her funeral. So how was she alive and raising hell.

Sean had to confront his mother. Forget Merrick and the loss for Division. He didn't care about that. Nikita was the only thing that mattered. So he skipped out on his debriefing- something he had never done before- to get the answers he desperately needed. He stormed out of the wretched place, frustrated and hurt. He was confused and disoriented, and felt betrayed. When he neared the exit, however, he spotted Alexandra Udinov recovering from a broken arm and a bullet wound in Medical. A part of him felt the need to lash out in anger at Nikita's former partner. She was the first person he saw that he could connect to his sister, and he just lost it, "Why the hell did you leave her?"

"What?" Alex glanced at him with incredulous blue eyes. She didn't have the patience to deal with him at the moment. They didn't have a great first meeting, or any interaction afterwards. She was a loose canon in Division that he couldn't figure out, and he thought himself morally superior. Both were too stubborn to have their minds changed about the other, so they didn't even try.

"Nikita. You abandoned her. And for what? Revenge on your family? She's your family," Okay, maybe he was projecting. But that didn't excuse the fact that Alex left Nikita. She needed her mole, her partner, and she left for her own self-serving needs. Sean wasn't going to let Alex get away with that.

"I don't know where the fuck you get off, Navy Seal. But I don't have to tell you shit," If Alex wasn't stuck in bed because of her injuries, she would've stomped off. Instead, she settled on a menacing scowl. It didn't work on Sean, however. He had grown up with Nikita; he faced more terrifying looks.

"You turned on your partner," Stepping closer to Alex, Sean seethed. He was beginning to understand her need for revenge. He was getting the urge to rip heads apart for his sister. However, turning on a partner was a terrible act regardless of the motivations. Nikita trusted Alex, and she threw that all away. She deserved what was coming to her as a result.

"No. I took an opportunity. Our missions just didn't intersect," Alex's voice lost some of its bite. There was a story there. But Sean wasn't concerned about what it was. He didn't care about the past, or whatever history was between the women. He was focused on the present. And for him, that meant ensuring Nikita stayed alive. He lost her once. Since he just discovered he had gotten her back, he wasn't going to let her go again.

"I swear to God, if she ends up dead because of you," Nikita could protect herself, Sean had always known that. However, the current situation was much bigger than some mean kid at school. She was facing a government organization that operated too much in the black. There were dangers at every corner. She needed somebody watching her back. She might have had those two men, Michael and Birkhoff, but she needed her partner. She needed Alex.

"I don't wanna kill her. Besides, that's your job," She was sincere about her first point. Alex had said as much before, she didn't want to stop Nikita. But her second point was said with trepidation. She might have been with Division, but it had nothing to do with Nikita. If she got hurt, it'd hurt her. She couldn't stand the idea of Sean killing her. And he couldn't stand it either. If that was what part of his job entailed- bringing in the rogue meant killing her- he wouldn't do it. There was no way. His thoughts must've shown on his expression, because Alex looked at him puzzled, "What?"

Sean didn't answer. He stormed off once more to leave Division. He had to talk to his mother more than ever. By the time he had driven to the house, however, he had lost everything he had planned on saying. He still hadn't processed Oversight, or the fact that he had seen his sister. His thoughts were running rampant, and he couldn't get a grasp on them. As he finally approached his mother, it all tumbled loose in a short and abrupt, "Nikita's alive."

"Sean," His mother instantly moved towards him. She wasn't shocked by the revelation, but concerned that he knew. Sudden anger erupted out of him. She knew everything. She knew how Nikita got to Division and how she turned against them. She let their family mourn Nikita's death and live without her for nearly ten years, all while knowing that she was alive.

"No. Don't play this off or manipulate me. How the fuck is my sister alive?" Sean had had enough. It was time for him to get answers. No more half truths. His mother told him everything, from Nikita witnessing an assassination when they were teens, to having her death faked so she could become a Division agent. Apparently, it was some perverse way to keep her from saying anything about the hit. She had to be silenced, and recruitment was better than killing. That was the solution his mother and Percy created, "You did that to her?"

"I saved her life," His mother tried to defend herself. It was the lesser of two evils. Despite being torn away from her family, she was alive. To his mother, that was the most important thing. But to Sean, that was the worst thing. She was alone, dealing with everything without her family to rely on. She was forced against her will to work for Division and for a man like Percy. Their mother left her to the wolves, and she believed it was the best thing she could've done.

"No wonder she's trying to burn it all to the ground," Nikita was right. Division and Oversight were evil. They only cared about themselves. Everyone else could suffer. How could his mother work for such a place. And how could she make her children do the same.

"That's why I asked for you. So you can bring her back home alive," Well that was some sort of explanation. It wasn't the best, and it didn't make up for the hurt he felt. He wouldn't have to bring her back anywhere if she wasn't forced away in the first place. They could've had her in their lives and lived happily ever after, not whatever the hell was occurring at the moment.

"Stop. Okay. I can't. With Division and Oversight and Nikita…" Sean couldn't even finish his thought. He simply headed towards the door, needing away from his mother. Asking where he was going, she moved to follow him. His mother wanted to comfort him, maybe explain things further. However, Sean was done listening; he was done with all of it. If he truly meant the words coming out of his mouth, he didn't know. He was reacting in anger and hurt. He was lost, "Just. Leave me the fuck alone. You've done enough already."