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Michael walked through Division rushing more than usual. He tried to remain as calm and unfathomable as usual. But everything had changed when he found out the truth about Kasim and Percy. This place seemed to suffocate him. The air was heavy and soaked with lies. It was unbelievable that he hadn't noticed it before.

Once he had actually believed in Percy, in Division. But as it turned out all its power was built on blood and lies. He focused on the sound of his steps on the metal floor. It echoed back from the empty walls. He had a weird feeling that someone was following him. He slowly turned around and examined the corridor. Not a soul. It sent shivers down his back. He was starting to lose his mind.

Yesterday the truth struck him so violently and unexpectedly that he was capable of anything. With the remains of his self-control he chose to go to Nikita instead of storming into Division and killing that Son of a **. He doubted that night would have ended well if it wasn't for her. She helped him get back together. She healed his suffering soul with one compassionate smile and one kiss. That night began as a nightmare but ended more amazingly than he could have ever dreamt.

Today all he wanted was to spend the day in bed with her but his commitments always seemed to make themselves known at the most inconvenient times.

Their perfect morning was ruined 3 hours ago by a loud and piercing ring.

"Good morning." –He was woken up by a kiss.

"Hi." Michael opened his eyes and smiled at Nikita.

It had been a very long time since he'd woken up to such good company. For the last ten years his bed was cold and empty just like his heart. Until this tricky woman sneaked into it and stayed there for good. "Did you sleep well?"

"I didn't sleep very long. But what little sleep I got was good" she kissed him again.

They cuddled on the bed enjoying the moment. Their bodies were warm and mingled. The only audible thing was their speeded breaths and longing sighs. It was pure perfection. "How much time do we have?" Nikita moved away and looked him in the eyes. Her enthusiasm seemed to die right away.

"What do you mean?"

"How much time do we have until you have to go back there?"

Their perfect bubble of happiness was shattered.

Ugh, there. Division. Hell on earth; with the devil himself in charge. And Michael has to appear to be his right hand man.

Michael sighed. "I don't know. I told them I need some time to deal with personal stuff. They shouldn't bother me unless there's an emergency. But I don't want to talk about that now."

Nikita opened her mouth to respond but Michael stopped her with a kiss. She moved away again.

"Yeah, you're right." she smiled. "I'm hungry. What do you want for breakfast?"

"You."

"I'm afraid that's not on the menu. I would love to spend all day in bed with you but if I don't eat breakfast soon our daughter will get angry. You don't want that right? I promise we'll continue right where we left off right after breakfast.-she grinned.

-When you put it that way…. –Michael quickly disentangled from the sheets. – What do you say to French toast?

They were eating an ideal breakfast on the terrace when his phone started ringing. It was coming from the living room under their clothes that were scattered all over the place; But the ringing still pierced their ears.

No. Not now. Michael grabbed his cell and looked at the display. Percy. He cursed under his breath.

-Yes?-He answered. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he listened to the speaker on the other end of the line.

-I'll be in right away sir. -He hung up and remained motionless with his face tensed.

His boss, short on words as usual, said it was an emergency and for Michael to come in as soon as possible.

Nikita stood in the doorway watching the scene with rising anxiety. One look at him and she knew what was going on. She hugged him from the back and burrowed her face in his neck.

-Don't go….

-You know I have to. –He turned around to face her.

-We'll miss you- Nikita stroked his cheek.

Michael was glad she didn't ask when he would be back. He didn't know the answer to that and they both knew it wasn't going to happen soon. They embraced for a long moment in silence. Michael touched her belly.

-Be a good girl little one.

While driving to Division reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt like he had left all the happiness and carelessness he felt in the last 10 hours behind at the beach house. Nikita soothed his pain but when she was away it came back with twice the force.

Anger took over again as he was walking down the corridors of the facility. He couldn't imagine going to Percy's office and pretending he was comfortable with the man who was responsible for his family's death, so he went to Operations first. He hadn't had time to thank Birkoff for his help and discretion with tracking down Kasim.

The computer tech was alone in the room. He was, as always, so wrapped up in his toys that he wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around him. He didn't even turn back to see who was coming when he heard the door opening. Michael cleared his throat:

-Hi Birkoff. I wanted to thank you. For that Kasim stuff you helped me with. Thanks. Really. You're a good friend.

Birkoff spinned in his computer chair to face the visitor and gave him a stern look. A strange expression for a friendly guy like him –

-Yeah- he snorted – cause we're supposed to be friends right? It's a shame that it works only one way.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm talking about misused trust man. Catastrophe of faith in people.

-Listen Birkoff, I have no idea what you're talking about and I really don't have time for this right now. Percy wants to see me. Do you have any idea why?

-Yes I do.

-And?

-you should see it for yourself.

Michael looked at the computer tech suspiciously. He was definitely acting weird. But he had bigger problems on his mind right now. He turned around and made his way towards Percy's office. He was touching the door handle when he heard:

- I thought you would at least have gotten a tan.

-What?-Michael froze on the spot and turned around.

-Bradenton. Sun there is amazing. Or so I heard.

-What are you….

-Don't even start with me Mikey. –Birkoff raised his voice-I know where you've been. And with whom.

Michael felt cold sweat on his back. Fear squeezed his throat. He was only able to stutter out:

-How?

-I'm a computer genius remember? You have always underestimated Shadownet. You have no idea what it can do. A long time ago I wrote a program looking for Nikita's activity on this continent. And yesterday it got a match, funny, considering the fact that she's been dead for over a month.

In a second Michael had rushed him and pushed him against the wall.

-Did you tell Percy? Is that why he called me?

This chapter was about to be longer but what the hell, I love torturing you ;) (just kidding)

You've probably noticed I didn't include Alex in my story... well I will leave it that way cause I'm not so good in secondary plot. It will be strictly Mikita :)

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