NOTE: Sorry for the wait everyone! I haven't had time over the weekend to write. Also, I actually had a little writer's block, but it passed and I'm back with more. I'm going to delve into Sam/Owen a little in this chapter and more in the next chapter so I hope you all like what I come up with. Thanks for continuing to read! Thanks for all the great feedback, I love reading your comments. Let me know what you think!

Forbidden Truth

Alex and Sam were led underground. The spacious room was dim and had three large cages. Alex was put into the second cage and Sam into the third. The men walked away leaving them trapped in the basement.

Sam grunted and slammed his forearm and against the cage.

"I can't believe this!" He yelled and leaned against his arm.

"Who's there?" They heard on their left. They saw a woman leaning against the bars of the cage, and they realized who it was. Kathleen Spencer. Alex's heart dropped. She was finally seeing for herself that the president was alive.

"President Spencer..."

Spencer let out an exacerbated sigh.

"As if I feel like president anymore. Everyone thinks I am dead, and yet here I am locked in a cage being experimented on an locked up as a prisoner."

"Everyone is trying to get you out if here and expose Amanda, Nikita is trying to clear her name," Alex said.

"Nikita," her eyes grew wide.

"Nikita was framed for your assassination."

"How?"

"I don't know how, but they were able to clone you. A woman posed as you and Nikita was ordered to go to the oval office and shoot you," Sam said. Spencer put her hand on her head trying to fully understand the situation.

"So, we shot…me or—someone pretending to be me?"

"No. The imposter committed suicide while Nikita was in the room, so they believe she did it," Alex said.

"This is impossible. How were they able to…." Spencer stopped and her eyes became wide in revelation.

"You okay?" Sam asked her.

"I know how they did it."

"How?" Alex said with skepticism.

"When I was at the G20 a man grabbed me while I was in the bathroom. He held his hand over my mouth the whole time as I struggled. Then, he sedated me, and that is all I remember. When I woke up I was in this cage."

"Then, they must have replaced you with the decoy at the G20…" Alex said aloud as she tried to put the pieces together. "I wonder how they got your DNA beforehand…"

"Easy," Sam said. "There are a lot of people who have access to her in the white house. Someone could have taken it from her coffee mug or just about anything in her office."

"Then, we'd have to assume that it was Stirling or assume that there could be other Shop agents hiding in the white house."

"Shop agents?" Spencer asked.

"President Spencer, we are going to get you out of here. I am sure Nikita and the team will be on their way. Don't worry," Alex said.

"I hope you are right," Sam said.

"They will come," Alex said with confidence.

Amanda came walking into the room with two men behind her. They walked up to Sam's cage and opened the door to put handcuffs on him.

"Sam is going to come with me for a while. At least Kathleen now has someone else to keep her company," Amanda smiled. "I guess Sam will be my company."

"Where are we going? You better not be putting me in that chair," Sam said.

"Don't be a rude house guest." They took him out of the room and Alex felt her heart racing. What is she going to do? Alex knew what it was like to fall victim to Amanda. She hurt so many people. Sean, Ryan, Nikita…everyone. There was no telling what Amanda was going to do.

The team had spent forty-five minutes behind bars, each person interviewed; yet nothing was happening. The CIA had trouble believing everything; it all seemed incredibly improbable. Yet, everything they were telling the CIA was the closest thing to the truth.

"Ryan, I don't know if it is working," Nikita admitted.

"Hang in there. They will realize that we are telling the truth."

"When? In a couple of hours? Or maybe days? Maybe never," Nikita said.

"We knew this was going to happen." Michael said as he stood at the bars in the cell next to Ryan's. "We have to be patient."

"Or we can settle this. Alex and Sam need our help."

"Niki, I don't think it is time for one of your crazy stunts," Birkhoff said from the cell next to hers.

"No, I think we do. I don't know about all of you, but I would rather not be confined to a 6x8 cell," Sonya said trying to stick her head through the bars of her cell next to Birkhoff's. Nikita smiled; she loved Sonya and her courage.

"I have an idea," Niktia said. "Trust me." She began to talk to Michael in sign language. The one useful thing they learned from being Division agents was how to speak different languages. She told Michael her plan in sign language and then filled in the blanks with French for Ryan. He happened to be able to speak a little French from his years in college.

"I don't know if this is going to work," Ryan said.

"It will," Nikita said. She took a deep breath. It was now or never at that point. She needed to save her friends. She keeled over grabbing her stomach in pain.

"Guard!" Ryan yelled. The guard casually walked over sucking at his teeth after eating a sandwich for lunch.

"What?" he said clearly annoyed and uninterested.

"I think she is sick! She has pain in her stomach." The guard stood examining her as she lay on the floor in pain. After what seemed like forever, he put the key in the door and opened it. He knelt down beside her and reached out to touch her shoulder. She took the opportunity to grab his arm and twist it. She jumped up and forced him down to the ground on his stomach.

Nikita changed into the man's uniform, which was baggy on her slender frame, but it would do. She fixed the hat on her head and wore it so that it shaded her eyes. She left the man passed out on the floor in his undergarments, closed the cell door, and locked it. She handed Ryan the key.

"You all know what to do," she said. They all nodded, and she nodded back. She walked up to Michael's cell and held his hand.

"I love you, be careful," he said with worried eyes

"I love you too," she said as she tried to stay calm, but her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. She was extremely nervous. More so than many other missions she had been on. This was the final one and there were major consequences either way.

"Good luck," Sonya smiled at her. Nikita nodded and quickly left. She knew there were cameras and someone would be there soon to ask more questions. She had to get out and finish this once and for all.

Sam was strapped down to Amanda's chair. His heart was beating rapidly; he was sweating. He knew that something bad was going to happen. Every time he sat in her chair, he was never the same afterwards.

He watched as she set up her tools on a table next to him.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked.

"You have asked me, Sam, who you are plenty of times. I told you, and you are still not satisfied—"

"You didn't tell me everything. I know that, Amanda. I want you to tell me everything so that I can remember who I am." She cut her eyes at him.

"You know, Sam, I was surprised to see you go to my underground facility with Alex. Quite surprised. I was pretty sure that after the G20, I was never going to hear from you again. You got away with the black box, didn't you?"

"I got rid of that damn box," he looked her straight in the eyes. She smirked at him.

"Did you really? Why is that?"

"I didn't want anything to do with it anymore."

"But you still could have sold it."

"Screw that."

"Hm...Interesting. So, you gave up the opportunity to earn money off of Division's secrets for what exactly?"

"Putting those secrets out into the world would be complete chaos." This time Amanda laughed.

"Wow you almost sound like Nikita. You are starting to sound like Owen again—following Nikita's every beck and call. Has she convinced you that I have toyed with your mind?"

"No, I came to that conclusion on my own. I don't know who I am anymore."

"Interesting…you spent so much time as Owen that you actually believe that is who you are." He stared at her anxiously awaiting for an answer to all of this.

"I gave you your memories back. I told you who you are. If you can't come to terms with it, that is something you have to figure out on your own."

"Don't bullshit me Amanda, you are hiding something, and I want to know what it is. Owen can't be all a lie. Ten years of my life…the only years that felt real." She looked at him long and hard, then smiled.

"You're right, I left out some blanks, but only for your own good. I can trigger your memories, walk you through your past, I haven't had you in my chair for quite some time now," she smiled. He shivered. "I can give you some clarity, but under one condition." He swallowed. He knew that this wouldn't be good.

"What?"

"I want to know what Nikita is planning now. She had you two snooping around, I expected as much. Now, I want to know what she is going to do from this point forward."

"Jee—well I would have known if you let me talk to them before gassing me while I was in your Division replica…"

"Enough with the lies Sam, from both of us…you know what is going on. You have something I want, I have something you want. Even trade." Her eyes dug into him and he felt no choice but to speak. He needed to know who he was. Especially if there was a chance that they'd all make it out of this. This may be the last time he will ever see Amanda. He swallowed the lump in his throat and began to speak.