Here is chapter 2: I hope you guys enjoy! Many more chapters to come! Reviews/ Alerts are love.
Birkoff sat and waited for Nikita and Michael to return. The comms had gone out and even though he was a genius, not even Birkoff could get them back. He knew that they would be okay, they always were; he couldn't help but wonder when the luck would run out. Lately it had seemed that they had been running on empty. Birkoff sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He jumped slightly as Sonia came up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked up at her and smiled slightly, grabbing her hands in his. 'I hope they get out of this one Sonia.'
Sonia turned his chair around to face her, 'Seymore, It's Michael and Nikita. I'm sure they are on their way back here right now.' Birkoff smiled and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. 'Yeah I know but I am starting to wonder just how much more luck they've got until it all comes undone.' At that moment Nikita helped Michael down the stairs. 'You need to have a little bit more faith nerd.' Birkoff spun his chair around and looked at both of them, 'Niki… Michael, thank god.'
Michael helped Nikita to sit down on the sofa. 'Okay, you stay there, I am gonna go and get the medical kit.' Birkoff noticed that Nikita was injured, 'What happened?' He pointed to her shoulder, bandaged with Michael's shirt. Nikita shook her head, 'Its nothing Birkoff, one of Zach's crew got me with a stray bullet.' Birkoff frowned, 'Zach's crew? I thought we got them all back when we were one big happy family at Division. Percy…' Birkoff trailed off when he realized what he was about to say. He looked at Nikita who had, had the same thought. Michael came back into the room with the medical kit that Birkoff kept in the bathroom. Sonia grabbed Birkoff's hand and dragged him out of the room, understanding that Nikita and Michael would want some privacy.
'I'm sorry Nikita.' Michael looked at the ground and let his shoulders slump. He hadn't meant for her to get hurt. 'Michael….. You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you. This bullet wound will heal but if I lost you I don't know what would happen.' Michael hugged her to his chest; she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran a hand through his hair…. I love you….
After a few moments, Michael released Nikita from his arms, 'Okay, lets get this thing fixed up.' Nikita tried not to cringe as Michael removed the makeshift bandage; he noticed anyway. He cleaned the wound and redressed it; she just looked at him the whole time. Michael knew that Nikita was hurting. She liked to pretend she was as strong as the Kevlar vest she wore but he knew different; he knew her… Loved her; from the moment they had met.
Their silence was broken by a succession of beeps coming from Birkoff's computer. Both Michael and Nikita rested their heads together. 'No rest for the crusaders then?...' Nikita cupped Michael's face and kissed him softly on the lips. Birkoff and Sonia came into the room and Birkoff went to his computer. He tapped at a few keys and the image on his screen became visible on the tech wall in front of all of them. 'Shadow net just got a hit on….' Birkoff trailed off. Nikita got up and walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 'What is it Nerd?' Birkoff frowned and looked up at her, 'How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me that.'
Nikita smiled. As much as he protested she knew that Birkoff found the term endearing and somewhat sentimental. 'What have you got Birkoff?' Birkoff turned back to the screen in front of him. 'Well according to this I just got an alert on Alex's location.' Nikita's heart dropped; she hadn't seen or heard from Alex since Sean had died.
She cleared her throat, 'Where is she..?' Birkoff hit a few more keys and the image on the screen in front of them changed; an image of Alex leaning on a gravestone appeared. Nikita stepped forward and looked at the image. 'Birkoff is that..?' She couldn't even finish her sentence. Birkoff nodded, 'Yeah, I flagged any places she might go. I flagged Sean's grave just as a precaution.' Before anyone could stop her, Nikita ran for the door, grabbing her coat and Glock on the way through.'
Michael hung his head. He knew exactly where she was headed. Birkoff made to follow but Michael put a hand up to stop him. 'It's ok Birkoff, I got this.' Birkoff sat back in his chair and nodded, 'Just make sure she is ok Mikey.. If this is another one of Alex's tricks I don't think she can handle it… not this time.' Michael nodded and smiled sadly at Birkoff; he wasn't always right about personal situations but this time Michael knew Birkoff was right.