'If you won't listen to her, maybe you will listen to me?' Alex froze on the spot; she knew that voice. She slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the voice; Owen. She began to tremble; what was going on here? 'Owen?' Owen smiled and walked over to her. 'Hey kid!' Alex couldn't contain herself. She threw her arms around him and held him tight. He wrapped his arms around her too. Nikita stepped back and let them have a few moments together. They had grown close through everything that had happened.
Michael frowned as he watched Owen descend the stairs. What the hell was he doing here? Birkoff pointed silently at him as he walked over to Nikita and Alex. Michael looked at Nikita to gave him a look of I'll explain later. Birkoff leant closer to Michael, 'What's he doing here?' Michael shook his head, 'I don't know. I do know however, that every time he is here things seem to go sideways.' Birkoff spread a look of that's true across his face. Michael watched as Nikita stepped back; he took this as his cue to go over to her. He left Birkoff by himself and went over to her. 'Nikita?' Nikita gently ran a hand up his arm and leant on his chest. She knew he had questions. 'What's going on? Why is he here?' Nikita closed her eyes; she loved Michael with all she had but sometimes his jealousy over Owen was just too much to bear. 'Michael… it's the only way to get her to listen.' Michael frowned; how was he supposed to help, 'How is he going to get her to listen? He is a loose cannon Nikita… no matter how much you trust him I just cant. Things don't end well when he is around. You know that better than anyone.'
Nikita looked up at Michael, 'Yes I do Michael… but he has changed. He was grieving when Emily was killed. He didn't see the bigger picture but when we took over division he got back on track. You even trusted him to take care of me in the field.' Michael shook his head, 'I didn't trust him… I trusted you… and what we were doing… I needed someone there having your back because I couldn't be.' Nikita caressed his face with her fingers, 'If you can't trust him then continue to trust me… just for a little longer.' Michael sighed; he wasn't going to win this fight. He nodded and she placed a kiss on his lips.
Alex held onto Owen tight. She didn't think she would ever see him again but he was here. After a few moments she released him from the embrace and looked him in the eye, 'How is this possible?' Owen smiled, grabbing her hand and leading her over to the sofa. They sat down and Owen sighed, 'what are you doing Alex?' Alex looked at him with a sad, tired face, 'I don't know Owen… Everything is just spinning out of control… I've lost so much…' Owen stopped her from finishing her sentence, 'I know… we all have… you, me… Nikita.' He looked over at her and smiled, 'We have all made sacrifices and lost so much but you gotta look at the bigger picture here.'
Birkoff frowned and pulled out his phone from his pocket; something had triggered a silent alert. He looked at the screen and his brow crinkled further; What the hell. Looking up from his phone and over at the four other people in the room. He cleared his throat to get Michael's attention. 'Michael can I have a word with you for a minute.' Michael frowned and looked at Birkoff, 'Not now Birkoff.' Birkoff sighed and took a few steps forward, 'No! Now Michael… there may not be a later.' Michael nodded and walked over to him, 'what is it Birkoff?' Nikita looked at Michael and Birkoff, unable to hear what was being said but she could tell that something was wrong. Both Michael and Birkoff looked up and over at Owen.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion but faster than Nikita could react to. Michael was now aiming a semi- automatic pistol at Owen's head, Birkoff had pulled out his own side arm and both of them were advancing towards him. She frowned; what was going on? What had Birkoff and Michael spoken about? How had things gotten to this point again? Nikita shook her head, trying to get her bearings on the situation. Everything came swimming back into focus and she was with the real world again. 'Michael! Birkoff!? What are you doing?'
Owen and Alex looked over at the three of them with surprise; Michael and Birkoff were point guns at them. Owen raised his hands in surrender, unsure as to what was happening. 'Guys? Come on.' Michael gritted his teeth and glared at Owen. 'Stand up now.' Owen did as he was commanded and rose off the sofa. Nikita went to move to block Michael and Birkoff's shot. 'Niki don't move.' She was surprised to hear such strength in his voice. Birkoff was no more than a genius who showed people who was boss with his computer skills not his emotions or physical actions. She stayed were she was but knew she had to diffuse the situation, 'Okay… everyone just take a breath and lower your weapons.' Michael grunted and shook his head, 'Not a chance.' Owen frowned; he knew Michael didn't like him but even he thought this was a bit extreme. 'What is going on guys?'
Birkoff gave his phone to Nikita with his free hand, 'A silent alert was triggered. ' Nikita took the phone and looked at its screen. She frowned at what she saw; this couldn't be right. She glanced at Owen and then back over at Birkoff, 'this can't be right Birkoff.' Birkoff tightened his grip on the revolver he had pointed at Owen, 'that system is fool proof. I designed it remember; there is no mistake.' Owen began to lower his hands; Michael reacted and moved closer retraining his aim, 'don't move… You move again I will shoot you.'