Chapter 3

She awoke in the middle of the night, frightened to death. Her clothes were wet and her room felt damp. She'd been sweating a lot. And she couldn't even remember what the nightmare was about. She'd just remembered how scared she'd been and running. She remembered running away from something. Alex could hear footsteps outside her room, she guessed it was one of the guards patrolling the corridors. She got out of bed, since she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep any more that night, and changed into something less sweaty. When she was done she sat down by her desk and stared into empty space. She really had nothing to do right now, her eyes flickered to the clock. 05:47. She sighed heavily.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me." Alex moaned silently and stood up, she decided that the only thing she could do this early in the morning was work out. And that she did.

For three hours she trained on kicks and hits. Pushing herself to her limit just to get perfection into them. Kicking harder each time. She looked up at the clock, it was nearly nine. She sighed once again and breathed out. One hour left before her conversation with Amanda, she threw her towel over her shoulder and drank her water. Amanda wouldn't be glad if she came into her room smelling sweaty so Alex headed for the showers.

She let the cold water hit her warm skin and she fell to the floor. She gripped her head and tried to calm her thoughts. Why had the nightmares started again? She didn't understand. She used to have them before, before Nikita saved her. That was one of the reasons to why she was a junkie, or an ex-junkie now. Nikita had in some weird way taken away her nightmares but now it seemed, they were back to haunt her sleep away. She stood up again and started to shampoo her hair and her body. Caressing it carefully, in some ways she enjoyed this so much. And she didn't know why, but lately she hadn't felt like going home. She actually slept better in the recruit beds than in her own warm, fluffy bed. Maybe her time here had kind of made her like it, even though she hated the part where she had to kill. She didn't like it, she didn't like the blood and she felt so dirty every time she had to do it. As an agent she had a lot more kill-jobs than she had while she was a recruit. She washed her hair thoroughly and soon decided that she smelled nice enough to visit Amanda, she quickly dried her hair and hurried over to Amanda.

She knocked once at the door and Amanda opened it with a slight smile.

"Alex, right on time. Please, come in." Amanda left the door open and let Alex walk into the room, closing the door behind her. Alex sat down across Amanda and smiled towards her. "It would seem you didn't sleep well last night, I heard from some of our co-workers that you have been working out since 6 in the morning. " Alex lost her smile and stared at Amanda.

"Yes." She never had liked Amanda, actually, the woman creeped the hell out of her.

"And why is that?" Amanda crossed her legs and sipped of her tea.

"I.. " She hesitated, was it for the better for tell her? "I had a nightmare." Amanda looked thoughtful and interested. She leaned a bit forward.

"What was it about?" Alex though, she felt as if though something was missing from her, but the running is what she could remember. And the faces, so many faceless faces.

"I don't really remember, something about running away. And people without faces. They said something, something important but I really can't remember." Amanda nodded.

"Have you ever experienced these sort of dreams before?" Alex nodded shortly. "Tell me." Alex raised an eyebrow, as If to question Amanda but she hushed her thoughts.

"Yes, before I was a junkie." Amanda nodded again, as if agreeing in some ways, maybe she was agreeing with herself. Alex didn't know.

"Hm, maybe it's nothing but if you have these kind of nightmares again, please tell me." Alex simply nodded, she really didn't want to argue with Amanda. "So, let's go on with what you really came here for. We're going to try some dresses for the date and pretty you up and then you'll get to talk to Michael about how you will recruit the man and then Birkhoff wanted to see you." Alex stood up.

"Then, let's begin." Alex tried on the blue dress, the green dress, the purple dress, the black dress, the red dress, the velvet one, the satin one , the cotton one and apparently Amanda wasn't happy with either one of them. Just as Alex was about to turn around and go change dress for about the 500th time, Michael walked into the room.

"Try the brown one, it will look good on you and it's not overkill." Alex smiled.

"Hello Michael." Amanda said in her low voice, Michael nodded.

"Alex, hurry up and get fixed, I'm on a tight schedule." Alex hurried into the brown dress, but on her makeup and hurried up to Michael's side.

"Bye, Amanda!" She called as she hurried out from Amanda's room, she really, really, really didn't like it in there. "Thanks for saving me." She glanced up towards his face, as always he kept a cold face. "So, what are you going to show me?" Michael glanced down and met her gaze.

"It's not important at all, actually. I just noticed you've been with Amanda for about two and a half hours so I thought I'd save you." Alex laughed.

"Thanks, I really needed it. I thought she was going to kill me with those dresses." She heard Michael chuckle and she laughed again. "I like this though, you really have good taste. This isn't the first time you've chosen me a dress." He shrugged.

"I guess it's easy to pick dresses for you, it's not hard to choose, really." He sounded kind of bored so she decided not to talk about it anymore. They walked into the operations room and Michael pressed a button on the keyboard and a movie was shown on the screens.

"This is our newest knockout method, it's really helpful actually. As soon as you get close enough you use this to knock your opponent out. It's like a stun gun, only better." Alex nodded.

"So this is the method I will use?" Michael nodded.

"Exactly, when you get him away from the crowds you use this, then you call for us. Okay?"

"I understand." Michael smiled towards her.

"Good, now you should really go see Birkhoff, he's been nagging me about bringing you to him, I wonder why." He raised an eyebrow towards her and she stared at him very innocently.

"I wonder why." She repeated and left.

Birkhoff's POV

He felt so much different than he had with Niki, he'd never been this… Obsessed with Niki. It was like he needed her every day, every time, everywhere. He watched her more intimately for every passing minute. As soon as she moved, he was there to watch her. And it scared him, how come he suddenly felt such extreme feelings towards her? It was as if something Alien had taken over him and suddenly he was just watching what his body did, he couldn't do anything. Only watch with fright. He leaned back in his chair and dragged his fingers through his hair. Why did he like he? Why did he want her? He hadn't slept much because of these horrible thoughts and around six he'd had enough and walked to the OP room and there she was, on the training ground, fighting the dummy with all her might, he watched as she flexed her muscles, as her tight thigh kicked the dummy, her hair flipping back and forth. His whole body craved her that moment. He'd been so closed to walk out there to her and take her hard on the floor, but he hadn't. He'd restrained himself and ran back to his room, taking an ice cold shower to forget the whole thing.

Without thinking he had asked Amanda to let him see Alex after her session with her, and then he'd asked Michael the same thing. He didn't know why he'd done it. Actually, it had been really stupid but now he was sitting in his room, waiting for a pretty girl to walk in. And he didn't have to wait as long as he thought before she walked in, looking dashing. Her brown dress clung to her small body and showed off her curves, her light makeup only brought out here beautiful eyes even more. He hair pinned to her head. She walked gracefully over to him and she was smiling.

"You asked for me, Birkhoff?" She said, sitting down in once easy movement. He gulped.

"Yes." He could feel his nervousness building up more and more but he had to bite it back down and take a deep breath. "Yes, I did." She smiled even brighter as she leaned towards him.

"And why did you ask for me?" She purred, he leaned back into his chair even more.

"Because.." He took a deep breath, he needed to figure this out. "I wanted to talk about yesterday."

So guys, here it is! The third chapter, not as good, not as much Birkhoff, but still. I won't takes a long time with chapter four, I promise!

It's just that summers here, it's warm and so comfy to be outside, to drink, to smoke, to read, to write. But since I don't use laptops, I can't write outside, well. Duh, with paper. Which is the only think i write on, as you know. Or do you? I don't remember if I told you last time.. Hm, I'll have to check that up sometime soon. Aaanyways, whadd'ya think?Like it?
I didn't. There's no smut, there's no real love. Just obsession and crazyness. and Amanda. I guess that belongs to crazyness...