NOTE: FINALLY! I have updated! Soo sorry about the long delay. Thank you for still writing reviews and asking me to update. It kept reminding me that I need to get on it, and it is nice to know that you all are enjoying my story =) I hope you all like the direction the story is taking. I have, for the most part, decided what is going to happen. And I have also edited chapter 11: A New Beginning. I got some reviews making me think that I needed to add more to it. So, i went back and added a little. I don't know if I am completely satisfied with it, but I think still portrays what I want it to. So if you'd like you can go nack and read it! Anyway...enjoy and I will try not to take super long again to update. Thanks for reading!

Putting the Pieces Together

Alex sat in front of a room full of reporters at a press conference. People were bombarding her with questions about the raid in Berlin.

"Ms. Udinov how did manage to get Bauer behind bars and save so many girls from such a horrible place?"

"Well, I wasn't the person who saved the girls. You can give that credit to the United Nations military who were able to arrest Bauer and get all of the girls out. I also work with an amazing team. They are very motivated and want to do everything in their power to stop human trafficking."

"How did you find information about Bauer and locate his brothel?"

"I'm sorry I can't give out that information, but I can tell yo that I have been through what these girls have been through. I was lucky to get out alive. It was a huge accomplishment for me to be able to help them." She smiled at the flashing lights and mumbling voices in the room. Sometimes being Alexandra Udinov was exhausting; she felt like she was putting on a persona. All she wanted to do at that point was get back to the safe house. Birkhoff had some explaining to do.

Janet returned to the White House and went back to her normal routine. Her colleagues were constantly asking her questions wondering if she somehow knew the answer to the mystery. She tried to ignore it, and focused on the task at hand. She looked over the president's schedule for the day. He had a lot of meetings. Figures. Everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do. America paranoid about it being another terroristic act and that somehow the terrorists were able to get a mole inside the White House.

Janet took a deep breath before knocking on the door to the Oval Office.

She entered the room and saw President Allen on the phone.

"I won't tell any-what are you doing in here!" He yelled in surprise and hung up the phone. He stood up and fixed his tie.

"Oh sorry Mr. President, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, I'm just used to President Sp-I'm trying to get used to the change..." He relaxed and gave her a gentle smile.

"You were one of Spencer's best assistants." Janet let out a nervous laugh.

"Well...thank you, sir."

"Was there something that you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes, you have a meeting with CIA representative Robert Taylor in about three minutes," she told him. More news on Spencer.

He nodded and waved her out of the room. She closed the door and got the meeting room set up. Mr. Taylor was already being escorted by secret service to the room. They stood inside the room by the door. Janet unhooked her American Flag pin from her shirt and held it in one hand while greeted Taylor and told him the president was on his way. She saw a manila envelope on the table in front of him with CONFIDENTIAL stamped on the front.

The president came walking into the room and Taylor stood up to greet him.

"Janet you can go on break until I'm finished." Allen said.

"Yes, sir," Janet said and dropped her pin on the floor. She left the room and closed the door behind her. She took a sigh of relief. I hope they are still listening in.

Amanda let Spencer rest for a day until she went down to her cell to wake her up.

"Good morning," Amanda said leaning over her as she slept in a medical bed, a new asset to her bare cell. Spencer squinted and then rubbed her head. She had terrible pain that felt like a migraine. "Good morning President Spencer," Amanda smiled.

"Who knows what time of day it is down here," she said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hungry, nauseous, and like someone hit me on top of my head."

"I'll have someone bring you something to eat. So, they are still hunting for Nikita," Amanda started. Spencer opened her eyes wide. "What's wrong?"

"Did they get her yet?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"She needs to be locked away. She did so many terrible things." Amanda smirked. Her plan was working.

"She destroyed Division. You liked Division. You were able to do all of the things you needed to so that you could keep everyone safe. But she made it a plan to take that all away from you."

"Where is she?"

"We are going to find out. I have a plan. We'll find her soon and when we do, she will give us back what she took from us," Amanda gave her a cold smile. It is only a matter of time.

Ryan, Birkhoff, Sonya and Alex were in their mini Ops listening in from Janet's pin.

"So far, nothing strange," Birkhoff said.

"Let's just wait. There's got to be something," Ryan said.

"Janet you can go you lunch until the meetings over," they heard President Spencer say.

They could hear the door close but they didn't hear Janet, they heard President Allen and Robert Taylor. Ryan recognized his voice immediately.

"Taylor? What is he doing there?"

"Taylor?" Alex asked. "Who is he?"

"He's an old colleague of mine. One of the many people who told me that I was crazy for believing in the existence of a secret underground government agency."

"So is this something that urgent that I needed to speak with you today?" Allen asked.

"Yes, it's so urgent in fact that I would ask that your security stand outside," Taylor said. Allen paused then looked at his men. He nodded to them for approval, then they left the room. Taylor waited for them to completely close the door before he opened his manila envelope. They could hear papers rustling and then a pause.

"What's this?" Allen said.

"We ran a forensics test on the finger prints found on the gun," Taylor said. "We found three sets of prints. Secret Service agent Serling, now deceased. President Spencer herself, and there is also an unidentified set as well."

"Unidentified?"

"Well, we expected the fingerprints we found to match the woman who we suspect assassinated President Spencer, but she had not come up in the system."

"Well, why not?"

"We are asking ourselves the same question. Only reasonable explanation would be that she hasn't committed any other crimes which seems highly unlikely considering the fact that she was able to do such a serious crime-"

"Check it again," Allen said.

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Have them run that test again. There is no way that we cannot identify this woman. I want her found."

"Yes, sir...sir? We were trying to come up with possible scenarios of how she could have gotten access to the president. We don't think that she could have done this on her own. The gun belonged to the secret service. She wouldn't have been able to steal a gun without someone catching her. She wouldn't have been able to get into the Oval Office without someone's help...I think that there is someone else who wanted the president dead..."

"You remember when I asked you about Ryan Fletcher? You told me you didn't want him back on the team because all he would do is go on and on about his theories...Well, you sound just like him. I don't want your theories. I want evidence. You have no evidence of what you are saying. The American people want facts, don't give them more fiction, the newspapers and magazines are already doing enough of that." Taylor paused.

"We are still developing the case. I'll let you know if we can find an explanation for this," Taylor said. The President sat back in his chair.

"Make sure your men are working hard. We need to find this woman."

"Yes, sir." The two men shook hands, and left the room.

President Allen went back into his office and picked up his cell phone.

"Hello?" Amanda answered the phone.

"What is the plan?"

"Victor do we have to go over this again?"

"I just had a meeting with Robert Taylor of the CIA. He showed me evidence that Nikita, Serling, and President Spencer herself touched the gun. Now, they are trying to put the pieces together and they may very well succeed and then what? Our plan will be ruined."

"Calm down. Our plan will not be ruined. In fact, let them figure out the story. It'll help. The American people need to know that their President is still alive."

"Why? I thought that wasn't a part of the plan?"

"Plans of changed. We need to meet and discuss."

"I don't think I can. I am constantly under the public eye. I can't be seen meeting with you."

"I'll come to you. Put me on your schedule."

Janet went back into the meeting room, and acted as if she were tidying it up. She picked her pin up from the floor and took a deep breath. If she got caught, she knew that she could be put in jail for the rest of her life, yet for some reason, she trusted Ryan. She knew something was going on, and she wanted to find out what. She closed the door and began walking down the hallway. Her co-worker walked up to her.

"There you are. The President wants to see you." Janet nodded and walked into his office.

"Janet, I need you to put someone on my schedule for tomorrow afternoon."

"Of course. What is their name?" He paused.

"Rebecca Lewis."

"Okay, I will make sure she is on the schedule, but I think, sir, that you already have a meeting scheduled for 1:00."

"How about 12:45? The meeting won't take very long." A fifteen minute meeting? She looked at the schedule and added the meeting.

"Okay, it is all set."

"Thank you." Janet left the room. Rebecca Lewis? She had never heard that name before. Then again, President Allen may not work with all of the same people that President Spencer worked with. She thought about Ryan. She would need to speak with him soon. She wanted to know what was going on.

"He is definitely planning something. He is acting strange. I mean, who schedules a fifteen minute meeting?" Birkhoff said.

"I don't know what is going on here, but it seems like he is trying to put all of the focus on catching Nikita and not so much on the connection between the President and Serling," said Ryan.

"Could he be connected to Spencer's assassination somehow?" Sonya suggested. "Serling was working for the Shop...what if Allen is as well?"

"Allen? It is pretty impressive that the Shop got Serling in there, but the Vice President of the United States? That's risky..." Birkhoff said.

"It is risky...but what if it is true?" Ryan said. They stared at him. "Well, the Shop from what we've seen is a large and powerful organization. It is very possible that they have any number of people in the government including someone like the vice president."

"It just sounds next to impossible. I mean come on it is like accusing someone in the White House of being a Nazi or a communist. We don't need another Red Scare," Birkhoff retorted.

"But it is possible and we won't have another Red Scare, because we are going to get things done quietly and discreetly without it becoming a big media frenzy. That's what we do."

"Hm do I smell a whiff of Division? I thought we blew the place up. I don't know about all of this. I mean, I understand that we need to get Amanda so that Nikita will be safe, but something tells me to stay away from the Shop. It is dangerous and we don't have the team or the funds to take them down. I say we get rid of Amanda and then get out. Retire on some island somewhere."

"Seymour," Sonya looked at him. "You know it is true. It is what we do. We get the job done. Yes, Division is gone, but problems still exist. We need to make sure we catch that bitch Amanda so that Michael and Nikita can have their wedding. And if that means we need to take down the Shop in the process, then that is what we need to do." She looked back and forth between Birkhoff and Ryan. "Am I right?"

Ryan couldn't help but smile at Sonya. She was so practical and straightforward. She always did what was right and never complained about it. Birkhoff was even nodding.

"You always know what to say. Love ya, babe," Birkhoff kissed her on the cheek.