Well hello, remember me?;) Thank you so much for all the reviews, I appreciate every single one. I have a question though, how do I answer them? So I had this huge writing block and this is the result. Don't hate me after this chapter, lol
Remember, English is not my first (or second) language but RosalieThropp helped me out as usual. (You are the best)

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Nikita, Owen and Michael had barely stepped inside the house when Birkhoff informed them that they had to go to a hotel in New Jersey where a guardian and a black box were located. Nikita was supposed to act as distraction while Owen grabbed the box and Michael did surveillance from the car.

"You are not going" Michael said to her as she walked to their room to change.

Nikita just rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Nikita. You're not risking your life and the baby's on a mission"

"Michael, trust me okay. I'm perfectly capable of doing this without as much of a scratch" she said matter-of-factly, while she selected one of her dresses.

"Nikita…" he warned in a serious tone.

"Michael, go help Birkhoff and Owen with the schematics, okay?" she said walking to the bathroom, ignoring his protests.

Michael just sighed; he knew he wouldn't win the argument.

Nikita changed clothes as fast as she could and walked down the stairs in a dress that hided her baby bump very well; or so she thought it hid her petite bump very well, but Michael didn't fully agree with her. It was a simple but yet very sexy dress with a dangerously low back.

Michael's, Owen's and Birkhoff's jaws dropped a couple of centimeters when they saw her.

"You are a very lucky man" Owen mumbled to Michael, who just chuckled.

"I'm ready to go" she said and smiled as she walked pass them to the front door.

But the boys just stood there for a few seconds more, unable to stop staring at her and shamelessly study her curves. Nikita turned around and her hair swished through the air.

"No need the stare, this body just belongs to just one man" She said and winked. Michael couldn't help to smile self-confidently.

"And what are you smiling at" Nikita said to her boyfriend. "I didn't mean you. This body belongs to me and no one else."

The two other guys couldn't help but to laugh.

"But you said man" Michael pointed out with a pout

"Well, I'm living with three boys, I'm working with three boys, I'm surrounded by boys 24/7" Nikita responded simply "I think it's safe to say I count as one of the boys"

Michael couldn't help but laugh.

Jesus- he thought as he studied her petite yet strong body. He would jump off a cliff for this woman.

"So" Nikita said now rather impatient. "Are we going or not?"

They arrived to the hotel and everything was going according to the plan until Michael left the car; from where he was monitoring them and giving instructions to Owen and Nikita; to help Nikita as a couple of guards were about to attack her.
From the beginning Michael had disagreed about Nikita joining him and Owen on this mission. After the long flight she had; where he had rushed with her to the airplane's bathroom at least ten times too hold her hair while she threw up; he just knew she wasn't well enough to endure any kind of mission. After all, guards were hard to beat. However, after a long speech and a lot of hormonal drama, he agreed on her going, and they decided that this was her last mission before the baby comes.

But now Michael was regretting his decision. He knew it was dangerous to both her and the baby. Ignoring Nikita's words, he jumped off his car and ran to the hotel with the intention of protecting his girlfriend and kid.

But as he did that, he somehow intruded her comfort zone. It was a personal thing for her, she felt calm doing what she knew, it was an instinct, this was her area, it was her thing. The thing she knew how to do best; fight bad guys, getting out of risky situations, it all came naturally to her.

Being pregnant, becoming a mother wasn't her area. But fighting; well she knew how to fight... She could predict the men's moves; it was easy, a piece of a cake.

But when Michael came into her zone, her anger raised to new levels and and all she could think about was how he didn't trust her enough. Fighting was her thing; Michael knew that, after all he'd been the one who trained her. If he didn't trust her with fighting, the only thing she knew how to do right, that meant he didn't trust her enough. I meant he didn't trust she could take care of their baby.

Her mind wondered; all she could think about was how pissed off she was at Michael.

And when a pregnant woman doesn't have her mind on the right place, things happens.

"Nikita" Michael called her as she swung her fist and hit the third guard in the face. He saw the anger in her eyes as he approached her and seized her arm.

"Michael let me go" She said angrily, and pulled her arm out of his grip "I can handle this by myself! I'm not an invalid person, I'm just pregnant."

And that was when he saw one tall men approach her and hit her in the back of her head with a gun.

He managed to easily shoot the remaining guard as he saw Nikita fall to the ground.

"Michael, Nikita are you guys alright?" He heard Owen shout over the comm.

"Owen, do you have the box?" Michael responded as he ran towards Nikita, panic starting to rush though his veins as we saw that Nikita was unconscious. This was exactly what he had feared before.

"Yes" Owen responded.

"Meet us at the car" Michael mumbled.

"Nikita, Nikita, are you alright, do you hear me?"

If only I had got there a few seconds earlier –his mind screamed, guilt spreading through his body.

As he didn't get any response from her, he lifted her up in her arms and rushed to the car.

"What the hell-" Owen started but Michael just growled at him

"Drive, Owen!" he shouted as he laid Nikita down in the backseat.

He slapped her face harshly as Owen drove faster and faster.

"Nikita" he said and shook her shoulders. "Don't do this to me, please open your eyes"

And as on cue after he called her name her eyes fluttered open.

"Let me go" she said to him and tried to pull away from his tight grip.

Michael couldn't help but to shake his head with a sad, relieved smile. His pregnant girlfriend had just been unconscious for over fifteen minutes and the first thing she does when she finally wakes up is to slap him away from her, stronger and more awake than ever. She never stopped surprising him.

"How are you feeling?" he said and loosed his tight grip a bit as he reached down and put his hand over her growing abdomen.

"We are fine" she answered, a little defensive "My head got hit, not my stomach. Everything would have gone A LOT better if you hadn't intruded" She stated and her hands absentmindedly caressed her womb.

Michael tried to gently stroke her cheek, but she snatched his hand away.

"Nikita…" he started

"You don't trust me with our child" she blurted out, feeling hurt. Tears threatened to form in her eyes so she just looked away from him.

"What? Where did this came from?" he questioned, confused.

"If you don't trust me to do what I do best, it means that subsequently you don't trust me with the things I don't do best, like being a mother. You don't trust me with this baby" she whined, still not looking at him.

"It's not you I don't trust you" he said with pleading eyes, trying to make her understand. "I don't trust other people. I know you can defend yourself but I'm just so worried. I just can't lose you, I can't lose another- just can't" he said and interrupted himself in the middle of his sentence.

Nikita just shook her head. Her voice was softer but Michael could still notice the anger behind it.

"I can take care of myself and this baby. When I need help I call for it." She snapped at him.

"That's the thing" Michael said carefully "You never call for help. You are Nikita the righteous, you think you can do everything by yourself. You just seem to forget that we are a team we need to act like one, interact with each other."

Nikita snorted. "Interact, huh? You do realize that what you just did was something that I was completely unaware of"

"That's different" he said as Owen drove down the freeway. "You were in danger"

"Michael" she barked, suddenly frustrated "I know where you are coming from, I really do. But I just need you to trust me" she said and closed her eyes in exasperation "I was not in danger and you know it. It has always been like this, we always had this problem" she said "you are overprotective and it just got worse since with this pregnancy."

"Isn't that obvious? Of course I want to protect the two people that I love the most on this earth" He gently tilted her chin up so he could look in her eyes "I just want you to be alright."

Nikita just and shook her head "I can't deal with this right now" she said and closed her eyes again

He sighed, but let her be. Michael knew being pregnant was putting her through an emotional roller-coaster, making her question and re-think every aspect of her life; and he was also aware that a few of them made her insecure.

So he just dropped the subject, for now at least.

"Look, Nikita I'm sorry" Michael said, kissing her cheek tenderly and smiling when she didn't reject him "but I'd rather have you mad at me, but safe than risking you get hurt. That's just the way it is"

-x-

When the trio realized that they had to buy a new house a few months ago (since their old one blew up), Nikita had a few demands of her own.

She knew how much money her friend had, so why not spend it?

"I want a pool, a yoga center and a sparring mat" She told her friend Birkhoff.

"And a gym" Michael added.

After not so much looking they found their dream house. It had all their requests; with the exception of the sparring mattress, which Michael bought. Plus it was all located on the roof.

They could spend hours up there. It was their private paradise. They often swam, worked out, and sparred together there. Michael wasn't a big fan of yoga, so he'd just watch her for hours while she performed the ancient art; it was like she shut the rest of the world out and found a new one.

That day, Michael woke up early to see that his woman; that now because of the pregnancy woke up later than him, was gone. She was still upset at him after last week's events, and he expected to wake up to an irritated Nikita like he had for the last couple of days.

It wasn't like Nikita to act this 'childish' but he knew it was partially due to her pregnancy, and partially due to her stubbornness. Plus he knew that he wasn't any better. They were both too stubborn to admit they both were wrong and apologize to each other, they always ended up arguing over who was right instead of actually apologizing. Even though Michael had tried to apologize multiple times, she wouldn't listen; again out of stubbornness, and he also knew that those pregnancy hormones reallydidn't help.

He pulled his sweatpants on and a white T-shirt, making his way out to the kitchen, where he met Owen, who greeted him with a nod.

"Morning, where is Nikita?" Michael asked Owen

Owen that was eating a sandwich just pointed his finger upwards.

Oh great - Michael though as he made his way upstairs to the roof; he knew it was pissed-of-Nikita yoga time.

He was surprised to find her in the pool.

"Hey, is everything all right" he asked and walked over to her.

She swam in the pool and actually looked relaxed and satisfied.

"I'm fine" she responded and swam over to the edge of the pool.

"Do you need help up" he said and held out one hand, offering her some help.

"Jesus, Michael. I can get out of a pool by myself, thank you very much" she said and pulled herself up over the edge, showing just how independent she was.

She headed over to grab a towel and then started to change to regular clothes. Michael swallowed as she stripped.

This was some kind of revenge of hers, he knew it.

She dropped clothing after clothing on the floor until she was completely naked.

"Uhh…Nikita" Michael said and swallowed hard. "You know that Birkhoff and Owen are downstairs."

"I know" Nikita responded as she slowly pulled on a training outfit and combed her hair back to put it up in a ponytail.

She walked towards her man in the withe t- shirt and sweat pants, running a hand over his broad chest "Baby, I'm sorry the way I've been acting lately. I don't like when we are against each other like we have been the last couple of days. I think we need to solve this problem."

"I agree" Michael said and gave her a weak smile. The mental image of her naked body was still in his mind.

And Nikita knew how much she affected him.

"I'm glad we are on the same page" she said and directed a fist towards his head.

Michael ducked instantly and raised one eyebrow, "Nikita, what are you doing?"

"I need to spar with you" she gasped and directed one more punch towards his stomach this time.

Michael backed away "Are you out of your mind? Seriously, I won't fight you, you are carrying our child!"

"C'mon, I can defend myself and you don't need to direct punches towards my stomach… I have legs arms and a head as well. Besides, it's fun. This is how we used to solve our problems in the good old days"

"Used to, not anymore" Michael responded. She couldn't be serious; she was playing with his mind – some kind of hormonal revenge of hers "Nikita, not going to fight you."

"Oh c'mon remember our angst-y hot fights, I want that again." She teased

"Be reasonable, I really can't fight you. "

"Then don't fight" Nikita answered and threw another punch at him again.

"So I should just let you beat me up?" Michael said and laughed.

"Yeah"

-x-

"I'm not going in there again" Birkhoff said to Alex over the phone.

"What are you talking about?" Alex answered "I need to talk to Nikita, now."

"Well sorry, I'm not going in there."

Birkhoff had made the same mistake three times before and he didn't plan to repeat them again.

The first time was back in Division, it was the first time he actually had proof for his theory about Michal and Nikita's relationship. He had teased them for a while and tried to prove his point that they actually were in love with each other and that the sexual tension between them was overwhelming, so they should just sleep with each other and get over it. Michael and Nikita had both rolled their eyes and tried to brush it off.
It was a late night in November. Birkhoff had been up until three am to do a job for Percy. He was exhausted and tired of always being Percy's servant 24/7. Birkhoff didn't exactly enjoy the late nights for other reasons; he was the only one up in Division at late hour, all the recruits were tucked to bed and it was deadly silent in the halls. Birkhoff could admit that he wasn't the bravest man on the planet; he always checked security detail before he left.
He was about to pass the sparring center to reach the front door when he heard it. He didn't like to pass this part of division this time at night either, especially since they had no cameras in this area.

The noise was unusual and he didn't recognize it. He froze when he heard the sound again and started to shiver. What if someone had broken their way in? Of course they would hide out in the sparring center. He pulled out his gun from his back pocket and a flashlight and made his way carefully down to the center of the mat were the sound was coming from.

He caught his breath and shouted " Whoever you are, put your arms above your head"

The noise stopped abruptly as he pronounced the words. He turned on the flashlight to look at the intruders and he was utterly surprised what he saw in front of him.
He saw a half-naked woman with long dark hair covering a man's bare chest with her body.

When they saw him, she rolled off him and desperately tried to reach for something to cover her breasts with. Birkhoff stared at them both with wide eyes.

"What the hell?" Birkhoff whispered with an upset voice at the two people who was the closest to him inside Division.

"Shhhhh! Are you mad? Somebody can hear you!" Michael said and shot him a threatening look.

At this Birkhoff couldn't help but to laugh, "AmI mad? Seriously Michael? I did expect this from Nikita but I'm disappointed at you. I thought you were more responsible than this."

"Oh don't worry" Nikita said and turned around to pull on Michael's shirt. "He was about to pull away from me at any second" she said and smirked "he always does"

At this Michael rolled his eyes

"But a woman in my situation needs to accept what she can get" Nikita continued with a chuckle "If the best I can get its that's a five minute long make-out session on the middle of the night– fine by me"
Michael just shook his head un-approving and Birkhoff's mouth had formed itself into a big O.
"So this is not the first time?"
"What do you think?" Michael said.
"It was only a matter of time before we broke the sexual tension. Or isn't that what you used to say, nerd?" Nikita said and laughed.

Birkhoff gave her a disgusted look "Too much information" he shook his head.

Nikita laughed "Sorry, but we just couldn't help it"

"And you thought that the smartest thing was to break it in the middle of division?" he gave them a pointed look.

"Well…" Michael said that now had recovered from Nikita's mockery about 'him always pulling back.' "Birkhoff, who are you to lecture me? I know about you internet 'friends'" he pointed out.

Birkhoff just looked away.

"And" he added," this is the safest place, Percy and Amanda are long gone on an event in China, the recruits are asleep and there are no cameras"

"Yeah, Michael invited me for a 'nightly sparring session' I couldn't say no to that" Nikita admitted and smirked.

"Sparring time… right" Birkhoff rolled his eyes and turned around to close the door.

"Mad people you both are, mad people" he said and shook his head.

"Don't you go all 'Yoda' on us" Michael said and laughed for the first time this evening.

Birkhoff turned and opened his mouth

"Let me just explain one thing to you guys. Don't expect me to clean up after you" Birkhoff said and gave them a stern look "Just because I know about this, you can't expect me to do you guys favors all the time, like deleting footage and images."

"Awe" Nikita said and walked right up to hug her nerd. "We both know that, that's a big lie." She said when she put her arms around him.

"Get away from me, Nikki. You are sweaty and you were all over Michael just a few seconds ago" he said backing away from her, and she laughed loudly.

She was right; he was there for them every single time. He was their nerd, and as their nerd certain responsibilities came along, he would do anything for them.

The second time was three days after they had moved in with him, on his first house. He thought he'd heard strange noises; again; from the little spar mat center Michael had set up on the lawn outside his big house. He made his way out there to check what was wrong and then found his friends in an awkward position; again on the spar mat.

At least they had clothes on this time.

"Jesus Christ" Birkhoff screamed as he covered his eyes with his hands. "Why is it always me?"

"Since you are the only one living with us" Nikita said quite annoyed over Birkhoff's interruption. She buried her face in Michael's chest to calm her breathing down.

"Let's make this very clear" Birkhoff said and now peeked through his hands. "You live with me, I don't live with you. This is my house and my land, and you guys could give me a warning next time you want to do it in public. Better yet, don't do it in public"

"What you heard was only the sparring" Michael reassured him.

"We had just started with this when you walked in"

"And if you had walked in a few seconds later you don't know what you would have seen."

"Jesus Christ" Birkhoff repeated. "Jesus Christ." He shook his head, disturbed "I'm going for a thirty minutes' walk and when I come back, I expect you two to be done" he said and turned around to walk out of there " And please, next time keep your odd business in your room."

The third time was far far worse. He couldn't sleep so he decided to take a night swim in his new gym, and there they were again, this time in the pool, naked.

"Oh c'mon" he practically yelled "You guys need to stop doing this in public. I'm not even safe in my own house at night anymore. You are two irresponsible and selfish grownups that need to start thinking about your hacker friend that supports you financially and emotionally. Pay him some respect please"

"It's just a skinny dip" Nikita said innocently and broke away from Michael lips.

Birkhoff couldn't get that picture out of his head and he decided to never step inside those gym walls again when the two of them were home. For Birkhoff's sake, Michael and Nikita also had toned the 'lovey dovey' down.

Which was nice, especially now that Owen lived with them as well. But Birkhoff refused to go on a suicide mission, no way in hell he was going up there again.

"You have to ask Owen" Birkhoff said and handed the phone over to him.

"What?" Owen said with his mouth full of food, "Who is this?"

"It's Alex."

"Uhm Hi, Alex. What do you want?"

"I want you to hand the phone over to Nikita" Alex said, annoyed "It's important!"

"Uhm sure, why not" he said and shot a look at Birkhoff, who whispered

"Don't do it, it's a suicide mission"

Owen just ignored him and went upstairs to the gym.

He knocked; better yet, punched; the door a few times before he opened it.

"Nikita, Alex is on the phone" he announced

Michael let out a sigh of relief when Nikita skipped over to Owen.

"Whats up, Ali?" She gently asked her friend.

At the sound of Nikita's gleeful voice, Alex's heart ached; she didn't want to ruin her friend's happiness, but she needed to tell her.

"Nikita…" Alex sobbed, her voice filled with panic "Percy and Amanda know"

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