Nikita knew this was the turning point she had been waiting for; when everything came crashing down around her. She had a decision to make and she knew that it wasn't going to be easy or the one that everyone was expecting her to make; this was the end of everything she had built. Her heart ached and she had to breath deeply to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She had a plan; she had to save Owen. Birkoff and Alex left the room, sensing that Nikita needed to be alone. She was counting on this; there was only a small window of opportunity to do what she needed to do. Walking over to the bench in the kitchen she removed her engagement ring and placed in near Michael's side arm. She knew this would break his heart but he just didn't understand why she needed to do this for Owen. He had taken something from her that she had never had until Michael; they were connected by unusual circumstances and she knew that he was just like her, like all of them, trying to change. Grabbing a few weapons and ammo she went and helped Owen to his feet.
'Come on Owen, we gotta go.' Owen looked at her; his head spinning. He didn't know what she was doing but he knew he could trust her. They moved through the house, quickly and quietly. Nikita put Owen in to the passenger seat of the SUV and then got in herself. She took one last look at what she had now begun to call home and could no longer hold the tears from fall down her cheeks. Putting the vehicle into gear, she moved down the street, away from everything and everyone; she just hoped that Michael would come to understand in time.
Nikita just drove; not stopping for anything. She didn't have a plan for this part yet. She looked over at Owen who had begun to wake up. 'It's okay… Your safe… I got you out of there.' Owen looked back at her and frowned the best he could with the pain ripping through his head. 'Nikita… what did you do?' She smiled sadly at him and placed a gentle hand on his arm, 'I just saved your life… and threw away mine.' Owen sighed and felt the lump on the back of his head, 'you didn't have to do this Nikita.' Nikita shook her head as a tear rolled down her face, 'Michael was going to kill you for information.' Owen looked out the window and the streets passing by, 'information? What information? I came to you because I need your help Nikita.'
Michael walked down the staircase and into the living room. His heart stopped in his chest. The place he had left Owen was empty. He looked around him and a small glint caught his eye from the kitchen counter. He walked over to it and couldn't stop his lip from trembling in sadness. He picked up the ring and held it tightly; his knuckles turning bone white. 'Birkoff!'
Michael dialed the number again as Birkoff came into the room. 'What's wrong?' Michael pointed to where Owen should be. 'Crap'. Birkoff moved over to his computer and began to tap furiously at the keys of his keyboard. Michael listened once again as the line rang out. 'Birkoff have you found her yet?' The screen in front of his face flashed repeatedly but yielded no answers; he slammed his hand down on the bench in frustration. 'Damn it. Sorry Mikey I got nothing. I cant even track Owen anymore. She must have disabled the tracker and the GPS locater on the SUV.' Michael clenched his jaw and took a deep breath in. His blood was boiling with rage as well as frustration. What is Nikita doing? She can't be this stupid. His rage boiled over and he threw his phone across the room and it shattered into pieces.
Not knowing what else to do Birkoff stood up and walked over to Michael. He could see that he was hurting; again. Michael opened his hand and Birkoff caught a glimpse of what was inside. 'She left me Birkoff. She is gone.' Birkoff placed a hand on Michael's shoulder, 'We will find her, we always do.' Michael hoped Birkoff was right but he knew nothing ever turned out like they planned. 'She can't be this stupid Birkoff, can she? I mean what is she thinking, we don't know what he has done or who is in league with. We have to get her back Birkoff and if anything happens to her because of him, I will kill him this time.' Birkoff knew he was serious; this wasn't the first time that Owen had put Nikita in danger.
Michael didn't want to involve Alex or go to her for help but he knew he wouldn't be able to do this alone. 'Alex, I need a moment.' Alex came down the stairs with a little hesitation. With everything that had happened in the last few hours she wanted to be cautious. She looked at the room in front of her and noticed one elementary thing missing. 'Hey where is Owen?' Michael raised and eyebrow and held up Nikita's engagement ring, 'Where do you think he is?' Alex walked over to him and felt a deep sadness overwhelm her; Nikita had left Michael and taken Owen. 'Any luck on tracking them?'
Birkoff shook his head and sighed, 'Nope. I tried everything. Niki must have disabled everything before she left.' All three stood in silence for a moment until Birkoff spoke again. 'She had to have a reason right? I mean I know she cares about him but she would never put everything at risk like this.' Michael shook his head, 'this is Nikita we are talking about here. She does things without thinking; without knowing what the consequences will be. If she thinks its right then she will do it.' He looked at Alex and frowned slightly; Alex was one of Nikita's doing things without thinking things. 'Alex you need to tell me everything you know about what Owen is into and what we can do to get Nikita back.'