Nikita and Owen sat in silence for a while. Owen didn't know what to say to her. She had once again given up everything to help him out. He could tell she was grappling with her decision. 'Nikita, you don't have to do this.' Nikita glanced at him from the corner of her eye, 'Yes I do Owen. You may not understand why but I do.' Owen shook his head, 'No, you don't. I can't let you keep throwing your life away to help me. You've done enough; you saved me remember? I know you Nikita. You think just because things go wrong that you have to keep paying for the mistakes for the rest of your life; you don't.' Nikita slowed the car to a gentle stop and put it into park. Running her hands through her hair, she sighed, 'we saved each other Owen. Back in Montreal, we were both drowning, consumed. We saved each other.' Owen looked out the window at the building they were now parked in front of. 'Well now its time to stop Nikita.' Nikita looked over at him, ' I cant.' With these words Nikita got out of the SUV. Owen looked at her with saddened eyes. He had to do something to make her see.
Michael ran a hand through his hair. Alex was telling them about what Owen had been up to over the past couple of months. 'So… you don't know what Owen was actually into?' Alex shook her head, 'All I know is that they were dangerous… major technology, a lot of bodies doing their bidding…' Birkoff nodded slightly and brought up what he had found out about the group. 'There isn't much out there….' Michael looked at Birkoff and frowned, 'Do we even know what they are called.' Alex sat forward and looked up at both Birkoff and Michael, 'From what I have gathered, its fronted by a man called The Broker.' Birkoff shook his head and had to hold back a laugh, 'seriously who the hell names these guys. Its like they aren't even trying anymore.' Alex frowned and sighed at the same time. 'I didn't want this to happen Michael. I knew I couldn't get him on my own and I knew Nikita wouldn't want him to throw his life away. Michael turned his back on both Birkoff and Alex, not wanting them to see just how much this was affecting him. 'No…. she is just destroying her own.'
Own stepped out of the SUV and followed Nikita towards the door of the building. 'Nikita?.. Please.' Owen grabbed her by the hand, stopping her in her tracks. She turned around and look at him. 'Owen I know what your gonna say…' Owen stopped her from continuing, 'That's the thing Nikita, you always think you know.' Nikita looked at him through sad eyes. She had heard nearly the exact same speech from Michael. Owen saw just how much she was hurting after leaving her whole life behind. He sighed and took a step towards her. 'You go through each day thinking you've got no- one on your side, and maybe that's because of how your life has gone so far, but, Nikita, you have so much more now. You have a family.' Nikita turned her head and looked away from Owen; tears threatening to roll down her face. Owen gently turned her head back towards him and smiled slightly. 'You don't have to do this.' Nikita wiped away the solitary tear that had begun to roll down her face. 'I don't have a choice Owen. Everybody is on this path now because of me. This all started with something I did. So I am gonna end it.' Nikita walked away from Owen towards the door of the building. Owen didn't recognize it and from its appearance couldn't speculate as to what its function was. He sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Nikita input a code into the keypad beside the door. The intercom beeped and a voice, that although sounded familiar, was oddly unrecognizable. '18, 47, 21.' Nikita in put these numbers into the keypad and the door hissed open. Owen frowned. He really didn't like where this was heading. Nikita grabbed the handle and pulled the door open; drawing her gun as she entered the darkened room. Owen followed cautiously, at the ready just in case anything were to happen. Nikita took a few more steps and stopped, replacing her gun into the back of her pants. Owen stood beside her, not sure what was going on. He looked around to try and get a look at their surroundings. As he concluded his precursor look the same voice that he had heard through the intercom on the door echoed around them once again. 'Well this is a surprise.' Owen frowned, 'Nikita? What is going on?' Nikita put a finger to her lips and motioned for him to stay silent. 'Yeah well desperate times and all that… You know what I need and I know that this is the only place I can get it.'
The lighting around them changed and Owen could see a little bit more of what surrounded them. A breath caught in his throat as he a figure came towards them. He almost stumbled backwards as the figure advanced. Owen had to control himself from running over to the figure and breaking his neck. He saw this as an opportunity. He moved backwards a little bit more and grabbed the pistol from the back of Nikita's pants. He surged forward and put the weapon to the figures head. 'I also see you didn't come alone…. Owen Elliot.'
Birkoff rubbed his eyes and let out a heavy -hearted sigh. He needed to find a way of tracking down Nikki; not just for Michael but for himself. They hadn't always been close but in the past couple of years they had become somewhat of a family; they weren't blood, they weren't related by marriage… they just were a family. He closed his eyes and tried to come up with a plan. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy; when Nikita didn't want to be found, she wasn't. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand gentle squeezing his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at its owner; Michael. 'I'm gonna come up with a plan Mikey; we will find her.' Michael looked down at him through slightly reddened eyes, 'I know your doing everything you can Birkoff, but you know Nikita. If she doesn't want to be found, its going to be next to impossible to find her.' He looked around him and sighed, 'what's the point anyway.' With this statement he turned away from Birkoff and walked over to the edge of the room; staring out the massive bi- fold doors. Birkoff hated seeing Michael like this. He could tell that this whole crusade was taking its toll on him. He knew Michael loved Nikita but there was only so much one man could take. Birkoff ran a hand over his face and walked over to where Michael stood.
'Mikey, listen man, this is Nikita we're talking about. She wouldn't have done this with out some sort of reason.' Michael chuckled slightly, 'Yeah but just because it's a reason doesn't mean it's the right one or the one that is good for everybody.' Birkoff knew exactly what Michael was saying. As much as Nikita tried to make the right decisions, they didn't always work out best for everyone. He stared out at the ocean before him, 'I know Mikey, all I am saying is don't give up on her just yet.' Michael clenched his fist and took a deep breath. 'I would never give up on her Birkoff. I will always be here for her, to help her, but she just doesn't think about the consequences of her actions. This time, this is the consequence.' Birkoff nodded. He definitely had to find a way to locate Nikita and Owen before Michael gave up altogether.