NOTE: Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay I've been super busy. I'm still trying to develop the story and decide what I want to do next. I have more planned out and some written so I'm hoping to post the next chapter soon. Kiara you'll see more of the gang in the next chapter and I have ideas of how Michael and Nikita will see one another again =) Thanks for all of your reviews. Hope you guys like what I did with Nikita and Owen/Sam. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Owen Versus Sam

Owen went back to his old apartment. He couldn't decide if he wanted to return and was living in hotels for a while. He figured that since he was seemingly done with Division, he should settle into his own place.

He knew that his old place would be perfect; it was the only place that ever felt like home to him. He walked into the leasing office and saw Larry, his old landlord. Larry's eyes immediately grew wide as soon as he saw Owen. He stood up and came around the desk to greet him.

"Owen! I can't believe you are back again," Larry said with a handshake. "I thought I'd never see you again. You just disappeared after...after Emily died." Larry's smile went away once he remembered what happened.

"I just needed time away. Clear my head. It was a lot to take in."

"Absolutely."

"Larry, I was actually wondering if you had something open. I would really like to move back in here. I liked living here a lot."

"Of course! I'd love to have you back! Let me see what I have..." Larry looked on his computer squinting through his glasses. He looked back up at Owen.

"I have a place open on the bottom floor end of the hall..."

"I'll take it." Larry smiled and began typing on the computer.

"Is someone living in Emily's place now?" Larry stopped and looked at Owen.

"After what happened I had the place cleaned out and I didn't try to lease it to anyone for months. But even after that, no one would take it. They heard about what happened to Emily and they didn't want it." He paused. "They never even found her killer," he said softly. He shook his head and began typing again.

"I'll take Emily's place." Larry looked at Owen from above his glasses.

"Are you sure you want to live there, Owen?"

"It's all that's left of her," he said.

"Hold on for just a second."

Larry went into a back room and came out in a couple of minutes. He was holding a medium sized box with glass butterflies jutting out of the top.

"This is everything left of Emily's. I was keeping it for family members that wanted to come by and take her things. I waited, longer than I really had to for her family to come but...no one came," Larry said. Owen felt a knot in his throat and swallowed it down.

"I want you to take this." Larry said as he handed Owen the box.

"Thank you."

Larry finished the paperwork and then handed Owen the keys to Emily's place. It was his now. He was glad no one had been living there. He slowly opened the door wondering what it would feel like to be back in the place where he had so many memories.

It was empty.

No furniture, no lingering scent of Emily's favorite candles, no colorful butterflies in the window. Owen put the box down and stood there looking around. There was a lot of memories in that place. He saw her face everywhere he looked.

"Just me and you Emily..." He whispered. He decided to go and buy some essentials just to get him by until he could by new furniture to make the place feel like home again.

Nikita reached Owen's apartment the next day. She remembered the glass butterflies being in the window before, but now they were gone. She was able to walk into the building. She tried to open the door to Emily's old apartment, but it was locked. She knocked but no one answered. She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and was able to unlock the door. Classic trick. She was happy that she had decided to wear an up-do. She opened the door and saw nothing there but a sleeping bag on the floor by an open box and left over wrappers and plastic bowls from food. She knelt over the box and looked inside. She saw the butterflies and picked one up. She felt Owen's pain having lost someone to Division before. Nikita had wondered whether or not it was selfish for Division agents to fall in love with living normal lives. But how much can a person control when it comes to love?

She looked around the apartment and didn't see any other sign that Owen was there. She decided to wait and hope that he would show up.

About half an hour later, she noticed keys jingling outside the door. It stopped and then the door cracked open. There was a pause. Nikita got on her feet and pointed her fun at the door. The door as pushed open and there he was pointing his gun at Nikita. He looked angry.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked Nikita.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"I told you I didn't want to have anything to do with you or anyone else from Division. That part of my life is over."

"Listen, if you just put your gun down we can talk Owen."

"My name is not Owen. It's Sam," he raised his voice in frustration.

"Okay. Fine Sam. Let's talk." Nikita put her gun away. She waited for him to lower his gun. "I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions about Amanda."

"I don't know anything about Amanda."

"But I think you do."

"If you are worried about the black box it's gone."

"I saw it. You destroyed it Owen."

"I told you-"

"But it was Owen. You keep telling me that Owen is gone, but I don't think that's true. When I saw that the black box was destroyed I knew...that was something Owen would do. Owen would do the right thing, Owen would remember the people he hurt and the people he lost. He would come back to Emily's apartment. Owen is not gone and I need his help." He sighed and put his gun away.

"What do you want Nikita."

"I need information about Amanda."

"What did you talk to Amanda about?"

"I didn't do the talking. I was telling her to shut up most of the time. That woman will keep talking if you let her."

"What did she say? She helped you plan the bid for the black box at the G20."

"Yeah. She basically told me what to say to each client."

"For example."

"Well, for Brazil it was more...personal," he looked up at Nikita. "Revenge."

"On who?

"I showed them the video of the woman who killed a man who ran a huge drug cartel. With a knife, in a jacuzzi, with a red one piece bathing suit on." Nikita realized it was her and remembered the group of men that attacked her at the G20.

"Why in the hell would you do that?"

"It was just business. I just wanted my money and to never have to deal with you people again."

"Owen would never do that..." She mumbled to herself.

"Well like I told you, I'm not Owen. What does it take for you to believe that?" Nikita looked at him and tried to find the man she once knew. She knew that he was still in there somewhere.

"What else, Sam? How was she able to contact the men that got her out of the hotel? I went there to find her and was greeted by bullets."

"That's what I am still trying to figure out," Sam told her.

"I watched her at every minute and made sure she was out of reach to a phone."

"Did she do or say anything that stuck out to you?"

"Not really. She just blabbed on that she had an idea of who would win the bid. She said that whoever had access to the black box could overthrow the American government and someone with high influence would take over."

"Well, the vice president would take the position of the president and we do have the army to defend our country."

"She claimed that multiple countries would ban together to try and overrule the U.S. I don't know...Amanda is insane. She blabbed on about that and you. The woman is obsessed."

"What did she say?

"After I asked her what the hell she was doing to you in that chair the day I stumbled in, she just said that she had a plan for you."

Nikita sat and thought for a minute.

"So nothing stuck out to you? Who did she say she thought would win the bid?"

"She wouldn't say, but when I went to talk to the guy from German Intelligence-what was his name...Karl...Jaeger. She told me that if I said this quote to him he'd be interested."

"What quote?"

"I don't know it was something like...the best weapon against an enemy is another enemy...some Amanda bullshit."

"...that's it. That was her way of warning them. Those men were working with the German Intelligence."

"She had it set up from the beginning. She double-crossed me. She's lucky I shot Jaeger instead of her."

"Damn it. You did kill him...he was my only way of finding Amanda..."

"You know what, Nikita? You and Amanda have the strangest obsession with one another. You follow each other around. It's ridiculous, really. You both need to find a new hobby."

"I would love to move on with my life. That was my plan, but she has me trapped."

"How?"

"Have you been watching the news?"

"Yeah someone killed the pre-" he looked up at her in shock. "That was you?"

"I didn't kill her. She killed herself. Shot herself right in front of me with the gun I was given to use to kill her." Sam didn't know what to say and sat there in silence until he was able to fully process how Amanda was able to create such a mess.

"She really has it out for you..." Sam gave her a smirk.

"I can't have a life until I find her and end this now. She wanted me in jail, but I got free. She's not done with me yet and she has other plans bigger than any obsession with me."

"Then why the hell are you here? Why aren't you figuring this out with Michael and everyone. They can help you." Nikita looked away.

"What's the matter."

"...I left. I left Michael and...everyone."

"What?"

"I didn't want them to get hurt trying to save me from Amanda."

"So what are you going to do?

"I'm going to find Amanda and face her."

"What do you mean 'face her?'"

"What are you going to to do just walk up to her and say finish the job? You just going to give up?"

"Owe-Sam if I just let her keep chasing me, she will find a way to hurt everyone. She gave me an ultimatum: kill the president or Michael dies. I had no choice. So if I just keep letting her find ways to make me suffer how is it going to pan out next time? I don't even have a life anymore. I couldn't have one even if I wanted one. Even if I run, she will always be out there..."

Nikita was getting overwhelmed and had to stop. Sam stared at her in disbelief. In all the time that he had known Nikita she had never been one to give up. Amanda must have really hit Nikita's breaking point. Owen watched Nikita pace the floor completely distraught. He didn't know what to say or do. He started to feel bad for her. He knew that Nikita wanted more than anything to be with Michael. The fact that she was willing to sacrifice herself to save him showed how much she cared for him, but it was sad that they were being torn apart.

He thought about watching Emily get shot right where Nikita was standing. Right here. He never truly had the chance to be with her the way he wanted to. He had always loved her, but could never get too attached. Now that she was gone, he regretted that he never let go of his job and let himself show how much he really cared. But in some strange way, Emily knew that he cared. Now, watching Nikita be separated from Michael made him feel like Division was destroying love all over again. It was just a repeated cycle. What is worse, he had already been the cause of the death of her first love, Daniel. Now, she was standing there asking him for help so that she could find the woman who separated her from the man she was engaged to. He put himself in her shoes. If it were Emily, he would want his friend to do the same for him. He began to think about how good of a friend Nikita had been to him when he was Owen and she even still tried to be his friend after he became Sam. He walked up to her and pulled her into a hug.

Nikita accepted the hug with surprise.

"Owen?" She asked wondering if the man she had known before had come back.

"Sam." He looked her in the eyes.

"Nikita...I remember my life. I remember who I was before I became Owen. I'm Sam now, but I realized that parts of Owen are still me. For what it is worth...I'm willing to help you." Nikita smiled and hugged him again.

"Thanks Sam."