Sean's soft lips pressed against Alex's. She felt his gentle hands along her waist, and his warm body on top of hers. In between kisses, Alex drew in for a breath, but Sean quickly leaned in for another kiss. With her eyes closed, she erased everything from her mind, and focused on Sean. He ran his hands from her waist up to her face, and held it close to his. Sean leaned back, making room for himself to pull off this shirt. After a few minutes, Alex's phone began vibrating on the table next to them. Alex pulled away, and reached for her phone. Sean grabbed her hand, as he continued kissing her.

"Alex. Let it go," He said. Alex lifted her other hand and placed it on Sean's chest, keeping him away from her face.

"It could be important," Alex said quietly, then picked up the phone. Sean flipped over onto his back and let out a sigh. "Hey, what's up?" Alex said into the phone. She listened to Nikita, nodding a few times. "Okay, we'll be right there." She told her, then hung up. Alex turned onto her side and looked sadly at Sean.

"They need us," She said to him. Sean stared at Alex.

"Yeah, that's what I figured," He paused, and waited for Alex to respond. When she didn't, he continued.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to help you guys take down Amanda. I really do. But recently, our time alone together has been limited."

Alex gave him a sad half smile, then ran the back of her hand down the side of his face. She kissed his forehead as she said,

"Tell you what. Friday night, we'll have some alone time. No phone calls, no Amanda, just us. That's only two days away. Deal?"

"Deal."

Alex's reflection stared back at her. Her hand rested on her stomach as the other held her shirt up. There was no bump yet, as she was only two months pregnant now, but each month Alex wanted to watch and see the changes. Her mind started to wander, not hearing the knock on the door behind her. When it opened, Alex jumped, causing her shirt to fall.

"Alex? Sorry, did I scare you?" Nikita asked as she stepped inside. Alex laughed and shook her head.

"No, no I'm fine."

Nikita smiled and took Alex's arm.

"Come on. We want to show you something."

Nikita led Alex out of the bathroom, covering her eyes and into the living room. The group sat around the coffee table. A medium sized box wrapped in pink and blue paper and a white bow sat in front of them. Alex held out her hands to feel for anything in her path, then started laughing.

"Nikita. What's going on?" She asked.

"Okay." Nikita replied, laughing. She uncovered Alex's eyes and stepped beside her to see her reaction. Alex cocked her head and smiled with an uncertain expression.

"What's this?" She asked, walking slowly over to the box and picking it up and giving it a shake.

"Just something we thought we should give you." Birkhoff said.

"It's still early, but better early than late." Michael added. Alex stared at him, then sat down in the chair beside him.

"Very clever with the paper." Alex joked, carefully peeling it off. She took the bow and stuck it on Michael's head, making everyone laugh. Underneath, she opened the flaps on the top of the box and peaked inside. She pulled out a tiny, white, onesie. On the front in small black letters read, "I have the best mommy and daddy ever!"

"I thought a smaller size might fit you better, but it might shrink." Birkhoff teased. Michael lightly punched his arm as Alex laughed.

"It's perfect. Thank you guys." She gave each of them a hug. Alex stuffed the paper into the box, leaned back in the chair, and listened to the group chat.

The onesie was spread out across Alex's bed as she sat beside it. Her fingers traced over the word "daddy", as the other hand rubbed her stomach. A child's laughter echoed from outside into Alex's room, and she listened until she heard running. She moved to her left towards the window and saw a child riding the streets on a bike. She smiled to herself. She promised herself then that her child would never know about Division, Amanda, or anything in her past.

An hour later, Alex woke up. She hadn't remembered falling asleep, but the evening had disappeared and it was dark now. Reaching over, Alex turned on her light and sat up on her bed. The baby gift still lay on the end of the bed, and Alex carefully folded it and set it in one of her dresser drawers. Alex walked to the door, and quietly opened it, peering into the hall. The house was silent, but before she stepped out, she heard rustling from downstairs. Alex froze, listening for more noise. Floorboards squeaked, so Alex carefully made her way out of her room and to the stairs. Passing the other bedroom, she noticed each door was closed, meaning everyone else was in them. When she reached the kitchen, she realized someone was in the living room. Alex grabbed a knife, and held it up in front of her. Once she entered the living room, the noise stopped. She brought down the knife, and suddenly felt a hand around her neck. She gasped, but instead of trying to fight with her body, she stabbed the hand with the knife. A man cried out in pain and released his grip. Alex jumped forward and held her arm straight out, holding the knife. Quick footsteps made their way down the stairs, and the light flipped on.

"What the hell?" exclaimed Michael. Alex looked from them, to the man in the house. Owen crouched on the floor clutching his hand as blood dripped onto the floor.

"Owen? What the hell are you doing here!" Alex cried, bring down her knife. Owen laughed.

"Well, I sure didn't come to get stabbed with a knife, that's for sure." He said. Nikita walked to Alex and put her hand over the forming bruise on her neck. Her face dropped, and Alex brought her own hand up.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't exactly sure if you guys were here. Can't be too careful." Owen said, nodding towards Alex. Behind them, Birkhoff, Sonya and Ryan came down also. When they saw Owen, they froze.

"Before you ask more questions, could I clean my hand?" Owen asked lifting his bloody hand in the air. Sonya rushed to him and pulled up and led him into the kitchen. Alex set the knife down on the table, and sat on the couch. Nikita sat next to her.

"You okay?" She asked.

Alex nodded, and continued to rub her neck."Is it bad?"

"You've had worse." Nikita said, half smiling. Alex smirked and looked at Michael, Ryan and Birkhoff.

"Do you think he knows about Amanda?"

"I'm sure he does. Probably why he came here." Birkhoff said. "Took him a good two months, so I'd say I did a good job at finding a safe house."

The group laughed, and all stood up to confront Owen in the kitchen.