Alright guys! So like I said in the description this is now going to be a series of fics for Salex, Mikita and possibly NerdsSquared later on. This is the one for Michael. If you guys have any ideas for Birkhoff's and or Sonya's please let me know! I could really use the help! ENJOY!

Michael stepped out of the car and walked into the house.

"Nikita! I'm home." he called.

He dropped his keys on the counter by the door and walked around the corner to the kitchen.

"Nikita?" he asked looking around, walking into the living room.

He was about to call for her again when his phone rang. The name on the screen flashed back at him, 'Nikita'. He hit the talk button and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hey where are you?" Michael asked.

"Nikita can't come to the phone right now. She's a little, tied up." as the voice floated through the phone Michael felt his heart drop, he didn't think he'd ever after to ear that voice again.

"Kasim. Where is she?" He asked, anger lining his voice.

Kasim chuckled lightly. "She's right across the street, didn't you see her when you drove in?" he asked tauntingly.

Michael ran down the hallway and out the door. He walked down the steps of the porch and looked across road to see Nikita bound and gaged sitting in the front seat of her car. She was vigorously shaking her head, trying to tell him to stay away but he didn't listen. He ran towards the car as fast as he could, when he was about 50 feet away from it he felt himself get pushed back by a large wave of heat and force. He felt his back collide with the pavement beneath him and he could hear the loud ring in his ears. After a few seconds he had regained his composer and quickly got to his feet. Infront of him was Nikita's car, on fire and blown to pieces. He felt like he was about to be sick and was going to be when his phone rang. He picked it up without processing anything.

"Hello?" he asked gravely. His throat thick.

"It seems you have failed them both Michael." he heard Kasim say. He angrily through the phone to the ground. Kasim was right, he had failed her.

Michael woke up with a start, sitting right up in bed. Sweat beaded along his forehead and down his neck. He looked over at Nikita's sleeping form. He quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Letting the water run for a few seconds he splashed the much needed cold water on his face. Looking himself in the mirror he noticed the bags under his eyes. He was about to go back to sleep when Kasims voice from his dream came back to him.

"It seems you have failed them both."

Michael walked out of the bathroom and went towards Birkhoff's room. He knocked on the door before slowly pushing it opened.

"Birkhoff?" he asked. The man in question shot up with surprise.

"Jesus Mickey, I could've killed you." he said putting the gun he had grabbed back on the nightstand.

"Can I talk to you?" Michael asked. Birkhoff nodded, motioning for him to come into the room.

"What's up?" Michael sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's about Nikita." Michael started. Birkhoff looked at him.

"You're not thinking of calling off the engagement are you? Because I've been working on my toast and I must say, it's pretty sick! Also, I told you before if you break her heart again I'll at the very least get Sean to beat you up." Birkhoff said jokingly.

He quickly regretted his comment when he saw Michael's face. "Are you actually thinking of calling it off?" he asked, worry lining his voice.

"I don't want her to get hurt. I couldn't protect Lizzy and now she's dead. I wouldn't be able to go on living if something happened to Nikita, especially if I was the reason for it." Michael said.

Birkhoff looked at his friend sadly. "Michael, Nikita isn't anything like Elizabeth. What happened to her, that wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was! I should have had the briefcase with me. If I had Hayley and Elizabeth wouldn't have been killed." Michael stated.

"So what you're saying the world would be better of you had died?" Birkhoff asked confused

"How could it not be?"

"Mike think of all the people you've saved, they'd probably be dead if not for you."

"And looked at all the people I've helped kill Birkhoff. Innocent people, people who didn't deserve to die!"

"Even if you had been killed Percy would kill them anyway, nothing you could've done would change that. And what about Nikki? Where do you think she'd be if you had died 12 years ago?"

"All I've ever done is hurt her Birkhoff. Between rejecting her while we were still at Division, what happened with Daniel and not being there for her, spending a year trying to kill her and leaving her for Cassandra. She doesn't deserve to be put through stuff like that. She deserves to be with someone who makes her happy! Who she can grow old and have a family with. She doesn't need someone who's always going to have danger following them."

"I want to grow old with you." both men were caught by surprise and looked towards the door to see Nikita standing there with a robe pulled tightly around her small frame.

"How long have you been standing there?" Michael asked. He don't even know she was awake.

"I noticed as soon as you left the bed. Michael, why didn't you just talk to me about this?" Nikita asked walking over to where he sat.

"What was I suppose to say Nikita?" Michael asked looking up at her.

"Come on. Let Birkhoff sleep we can talk about this in our room." She said gently lifting him under his arm.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that." Michael said once they were in their bedroom.

Nikita sat down on the bed. "It's okay. Michael I want you to know that Hayley and Elizabeth's deaths, they weren't your fault."

"Would people stop saying that! Of course it was my fault. I left the briefcase in the backseat! I should've been the one who died. NOT THEM!" Michael yelled furiously.

Nikita placed a calming hand on his arm. "Michael, even if you chose to believe that, which you shouldn't, it doesn't change anything, I still love you. Nothing's going to change that. Nothing."

"All I've ever done is hurt you." Michael said sadly, putting his head in his hands.

"That's not true. You should never believe that. Your made me so happy Michael. Happier than anyone ever has. You showed me what it's like to love and to be loved and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Nikita gently took of her engagement ring and placed it in Michael's hand. "If you need time to think everything over than that's fine. I can wait." Nikita said lightly.

Michael looked down at the ring for a moment before turning to face Nikita and lovingly placed the ring back on her finger. "I don't need to think anything over." He said before leaning up and kissing her.

"I was telling the truth when I told you last year that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. That hasn't changed. Thank you though, for understanding." Michael said hugging her tightly.

Nikita buried her face into his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. "Always." She said gently. "Now let's go to sleep." She said moving back to the top of the bed. Michael laid down next to her and she rested her head on his chest. "I love you Michael."

"I love you too Nikita." He said before they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep

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