The light in her eyes was blinding. She couldn't understand why she couldn't see. The light began to diminish and her sight slowly came back to her eyes but what she saw was something she never wanted to see again. She tried to move but her arms and legs wouldn't budge. She was tied to a chair or something; she couldn't tell. Amanda stood in front of her, eyes burning with hatred and delight with what she was about to do. 'What do you want from me?' Alex's breathing was labored. This couldn't be happening. Not again. 'Oh Alex, you know what I want… I just want to help you. That's all I've ever wanted for you.' Alex struggled against her restraints but made no leeway with trying to escape. 'Please, just let me go. I cant help you.' Amanda stepped forward so that she was in Alex's full vision. 'Come now Alexandra, you know that's not true. You have exactly what I need.' Amanda picked up a syringe off the metal tray to her left. She then placed it at the side of Alex's neck. 'You will give me what I want Alexandra Udinov and then I will give you what you want.' Alex sneered at her, 'and what do I want Amanda?' Amanda looked down at her with sad eyes, 'The one thing you've been trying to achieve all of these years Alex… Death.' With that Amanda pushed the plunger on the syringe and its contents emptied into Alex's body. She began to scream.

Birkoff frowned. Alex wasn't awake yet but she had begun to mumble and struggle against her restraints. He wasn't sure what to do. He waited for a few moments and kept listening to what she was saying but the only thing he could make out was Amanda. He frowned. That's one thing you never want to hear someone say while they were unconscious. He needed to get Nikita and Michael. Birkoff made for the stairs but before he could take even one Alex began screaming. He ran over to her and held her down while she thrashed and screamed. 'Alex…. Alex… wake up.'

At hearing the commotion both Nikita and Michael came down stairs. Nikita ran over to Alex and Birkoff, 'what happened Birkoff?' Birkoff stood up and let Nikita take his place. 'She was still out of it and then all of a sudden began to mumble in her sleep. All I could make out of what she was saying was the name…. Amanda… then she began screaming and thrashing about.' Nikita frowned and looked down at Alex who continued to thrash about. 'Amanda?...' Alex began to scream again. 'Alex… Listen to me. None of what you are experiencing is real. You need to wake up now ok.' Michael knew what he had to do. He went over to the kitchen and got a vial of adrenaline and handed it to Nikita. Nikita looked at it and knew that it was the only way to snap her out of it. She drew some of it into the syringe. 'I'm Sorry Alex.'

Nikita drove the syringe into Alex's chest and pushed the plunger. With in seconds Alex woke up and clutched her chest. 'Ahhh, what the hell.' Nikita took a step back as Alex got her bearings. She knew this wasn't going to be easy but she had to try. It took Alex a moment to get her bearings. She slowed her breathing and looked around her; even though she didn't quite know where she was, she knew how she had gotten there. Alex tried to sit up but was limited in movement by the handcuff at her wrist. She pulled at it furiously. 'Un-cuff me right now!' Nikita made to remove the handcuff but Michael stopped her. 'Nikita don't.' Nikita looked Michael in the eye; he let go of her arm, knowing, trusting that she knew what she was doing. He had his hand on his sidearm either way.

Nikita moved towards Alex slowly, raising her hands in front of her to show her that she was unarmed. 'Just relax okay. I will remove the handcuff.' Alex eyed her suspiciously but let her come closer. Nikita leaned down and put the key in the lock and released the handcuff. Alex took this as her moment. She sprung forward and wrapped her arm around Nikita's neck. Within moments, Michael had drawn his weapon and aimed it at her head. Nikita tried to break free but Alex held on tight. Birkoff had pulled his weapon too. He wasn't one to normal go around shooting people but in this situation he would gladly put a bullet in her brain. 'Let her go Alex.' Michael stepped forward and leveled the gun. Alex sneered at Michael, 'or what?... you gonna shoot me Michael?' Michael looked back at her with a gaze of steel, 'yes if I have to. Now let her go… I wont ask again.' Alex tightened her grip. The veins in Nikita's forehead began to protrude at the surface of her skin. Nikita could feel the steady throb of unconsciousness calling her but she knew she had to bide her time while Michael distracted her. Michael made eye contact with Nikita and he knew that she was waiting for her moment to break free. He took another step towards Alex and pulled the hammer on his weapon, 'I have no problem shooting you Alex.' Alex loosened her grip a bit; Nikita used this as her opportunity. She took a couple of breaths and then brought her head back against Alex's hard. Alex grunted at the impact and released her grip on Nikita's neck. Nikita fell forward. Birkoff ran to her and pulled her away from Alex. Michael stood firm with his gun aimed directly at her head.

Nikita lay on the floor gasping for breath. She coughed and spluttered, forcing big gulps of air down her throat into her lungs. Alex held her hand to her nose; blood trickled down her lips and onto her chin. Michael looked at her with his eyes full of disgust, 'I have no problem shooting you Alex but as you can see I don't need to.' Nikita got up and walked over to Michael. She looked at him and put her hand on the gun, 'Michael please, put the gun down. She isn't going to be able to trust us if all we do is point guns at her.' Michael frowned; was she really saying this to him right now? 'Nikita… how can she trust us? She just tried to kill you.. for the second time in one day. I don't care about her trust. She doesn't have mine and you shouldn't be giving yours to her either.'

Nikita looked from Michael to Birkoff, 'Birkoff please, put the gun down.' Birkoff frowned and re-trained his gun; he glanced at Michael. Michael looked back at Birkoff and nodded slightly. Birkoff sighed and lowered his gun. Michael looked back at Nikita and slowly lowered his weapon. 'Just know Nikita, if anything else goes down, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through her head.' Nikita knew Michael was serious in his threat. He wasn't one to joke around about killing anyone. She looked him in the eye and they shared a moment of mutual understanding. They both knew the plan and neither of them was going to stop the other from doing what they had said they would.

Michael motioned for Birkoff to give the some space… They both moved to the edge of the room; Michael still wanted to be in the room just in case anything else happened. Birkoff leant up against the glass of the door, 'I don't like this Mikey… Something doesn't feel right? Why would be get a hit off our search net now? My spidey senses are going off… I think something is coming.' Michael looked over at Nikita and Alex. ; he never liked to admit it but he knew Birkoff was right. Something was coming; he just didn't know what.

Nikita grabbed a box of tissues off the table beside her and through it to Alex. 'Here, stop the bleeding.' Alex caught the box and with disdain she cleaned up her face and tried to stop the bleeding. Nikita didn't really know what to say to her but she knew that something had to be done; she had to save her, even if no one else believed it could be done. 'Alex….' Alex looked at Nikita disdainfully. 'What is it that you want from me Nikita? What am I doing here?' She motioned to her surroundings. Nikita moved forward and sat across from her. She sighed and looked at her sadly. 'I don't want anything from you Alex. I want to help you.' Alex sat up properly and scoffed at her words. 'The only thing you want to help is yourself Nikita. Its how things have always been. Don't forget that I know who you are.' Nikita shook her head at the mention of knowing who she was. No one knew anything about her; not even Michael.

'I am just a perception Alex. What you see of me is what I allow everyone to see. ' Alex smirked and scoffed, 'why tell me the truth now? You've done nothing but lie to me since the moment we met.' Nikita ran a hand through her hair in frustration. 'I never lied to you Alex, not once. I withheld things from you but I never lied.' Alex breathed hard, 'Is there a difference? You kept things from me. You decided what I got to know and now I've got no one. My papa is dead, my mom is gone, Owen is gone, and Sean is dead… and all for what? Some crusade that is never going to end?' Nikita looked Alex dead in the eyes, 'you were apart of this crusade once Alex. You had your own reasons; whether I thought you were ready or not. You needed someone to help you get revenge for your family.' Alex had tears running down her face, 'My family is dead because you killed them! You shot my papa right in front of me. I lay under that bed and watched the light go out in his eyes. You see Nikita, that was the one good thing that Amanda did for me… she helped me remember what you did.'

Nikita stood up and turned her back on Alex, 'I was following orders Alex. Your father was a division target. I only found out that there was a daughter when we arrived on scene. I saved you Alex.' Alex stood up and walked over to Nikita, facing her, 'Is that what you think you did? Saved me? I was sold into the sex trade, hooked on drugs and then left homeless after I finally managed to escape. You did that.. you can keep telling yourself that you saved me that night but all you really did was make sure I was never going to be able to have anyone else in my life; cause all they do is die.' Nikita sighed; there was nothing that she could say to Alex that would make her listen but she knew someone that would be able to help. Owen. She just had to convince Alex to wait for him to get there.

'I don't know how many times and different ways I can apologize to you Alex and as of now I'm not going to anymore. You've done some things that weren't favorable; don't forget that. We are all apart of what happened and what's continuing to happen. You had a choice Alex. I didn't force you into anything. I tried to make sure you were prepared for the mission.'

Michael and Birkoff watched from the other side of the room. They could just hear what was being said and Michael had to grip the bench behind him to stop himself form going over there and saying a few choice words himself. Birkoff looked at Michael; he thought back to the first time that their motely crew had gotten together. Michael had good instincts; he was right for division. Birkoff knew that division had to be brought down and for the most part they had done that; it was just the individual people that they had to find and sort out now. 'She will be ok Mikey. She is strong and stubborn.' Michael chuckled, 'Yeah she is stubborn, sometimes too stubborn. I know she feels responsible for Alex but does she really have to keep putting herself through this, just for the same result?' Birkoff played with the stubble on his chin and frowned, 'isn't it the same thing as you feeling responsible for Niki?' Michael shifted his gaze from the duo to look at Birkoff. 'That's different Birkoff. I AM responsible for her. I brought her into division and made her what she is… who she is… Alex had a choice as to whether to go into division or not. The choices she has made up to this point are hers and hers alone. Nikita isn't responsible for that.'

Birkoff nodded and sighed; he was surprised at just how blind Michael could be when it came to Nikita, 'obviously she doesn't see it like that.' Michael closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. 'I know.' Michael opened his eyes again and went back to gazing at the battling duo.

Alex sneered at Nikita, 'Prepared for the mission. That's all there is to you… isn't there… the mission. You don't think that for just one minute that there could be more to this than just the mission?' Nikita didn't know what else to say; she obviously wasn't going to get through to her. She just wanted Alex to see that it was okay to stop. 'Well there is obviously nothing I can say to you to make you understand; but if you won't listen to me, maybe you'll listen to someone else.' Alex frowned; who else was there? 'Who? There is no one else Nikita… they're all gone.' Nikita went to reply when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.