Nikita opened her eyes as a new day had begun. It was bright with birds chirping right outside her hotel window. She suddenly remembered what happened last night, what she had done. She was told it was for the mission, but there was something in her heart that said otherwise. A small portion of her was saying that she wanted that to happen. She gently shook her head. Nikita figured it was just the emotion of seeing Michael, that's it. It was just a phase and it's done with.
Nikita turned over and was surprised to notice the bed was empty next to her. She quickly sat up, worried that something had happened, but was shocked to see Owen setting up the small table in their room. "What's this?" Nikita asked curious when she saw him lighting a candle.
"This," he finally lit the candle, "is breakfast."
"Breakfast?" she walked into the bathroom and changed into her normal clothes, "It's one in the afternoon."
"Well neither of us ate yet, so I thought I should make us some food," he was finishing putting the food on the table.
Nikita reentered the room and looked at the food. It looked delicious, like a five star meal. "You made this," she looked at him shocked.
"Yep," he pulled his chair out for her as she sat down, "We have bacon, omelets, and toast."
Nikita looked at him, trying to signal to him that she was a vegan. Owen gently kissed her on the lips and as he pulled away he whispered, "Tofu."
Nikita was shocked as she took a bite. The food practically melted in her mouth as the flavors danced on her tongue. It was like the perfect meal. She glanced up at Owen and smiled. That's when it came. The feelings she thought were nothing came pouring back. The way his blue eyes shined in the sun's gleam. The way he smiled at her and made sure she was happy. Before she knew it she was staring.
Owen chuckled when he saw her. "You got something on your cheek," he scooted his chair closer to her and gently brushed her cheek with his fingers taking the food off, "There you go."
Nikita just stayed there like a statue. She didn't know what to do. She could tell she was turning red, so she smiled. Before she knew it she moved in for a kiss. Their lips met as he kissed her back. They kissed over and over. She knew it she was out of breath.
"Glad to see you to are awake after last night," Birkoff said as he was checking the surveillance of the hotel.
Nikita moved away and began to blush again. "Michael will be visiting you guys in a few minutes to deliver a package. The employer sent it."
Nikita's heart started to race as she heard the fact Michael was coming, but she knew she had to play it normal.
Just then they heard a knock on the door. "Hotel delivery," the voice said from the other side of the door.
She knew it was Michael she could never forget his soothing voice. "I got it," Owen said as he stood up from the table.
As he opened the door Michael came in with a cart. "Ow!" Owen said as Michael ran over his foot and rammed his shin.
"Sorry Sir," Michael said with a little sarcasm in his voice.
Michael pushed the cart into the side of the room and turned to face Nikita, "Compliments of..." he stopped as he noticed the bed in such chaos. His fists tightened, practically digging into his palm, "Compliments of a friend of yours. He would like to remain anonymous."
"Thank you," Nikita said barely keeping eye contact with him.
There was an awkward moment came. So much was need to be said between all of them, but it remained quiet. "I should let you two return to your meal," Michael left.
It was the last thing Michael wanted to do. He hated the fact of thinking about them being together alone again. He wanted to tell Nikita so much, but he couldn't risk blowing there cover, so just walked away with his fists clenched in his pockets.
Owen walked over to the cart and took off the cover to one of the trays. It revealed a reservation card for a restaurant later that night. "Looks like were eating out," Owen smiled at Nikita.
"Yeah," Nikita told him trying to cover up the concern in her voice, but it was a poor attempt.
She went into the bathroom to shower. She needed some time to think without any disturbances. The water felt like a relief as the steam calmed her down. The emotions of the tug of war going on in her heart were relentless. They were trapped in her mind as she still had feeling for Michael, who was ignoring her, and Owen, who was giving her all his attention, but was it the mission or really him.
As she left the bathroom drying her hair with a towel, she saw Owen doing pushups in the middle of the room. He hated the fact there was no action in the past couple of days. He was so grateful to the fact he was playing an assassin, so exercising was normal.
As she walked in his shirt was off and sweat was gleaming down his body. His workout was intense as he was doing one handed pushups nonstop.
He stood up quickly, "Sorry. I didn't notice that you walked in."
"It's fine," Nikita walked over to her jacket, "I'm going down to the lobby to get some fresh air. Do you want me to pick you up anything?" she opened the door.
"I'm fine. Just don't be late for the dinner tonight," he joked.
Nikita smiled at him as she left.
Owen stood there as he was left alone in the room. He had feelings for Nikita. He had feelings ever since they met. He loved her so much, but he knew she loved Michael. So he just kept on exercising trying to forget his feelings.
An hour had past and Nikita had returned to the room. Owen was in the shower when she came back.
She knocked on the door, "I'm back honey."
"I'll be right out," the water turned off, "How was you walk?"
"Relaxing," she was picking out her dress for tonight.
Owen came out a few minutes later. Nikita turned and her eyes met him wearing a tux. She had never seen him dress in anything other than combat and workout clothes. He looked so handsome. "What do you think?" he said a little uncomfortable by the monkey suit.
Nikita was saved from answering as the phone rang. She picked up, "Hello?"
"There's a phone under the fake bottom in your dresser keep it on you at all times," a man's voice said before hanging up.
Nikita hung up and opened the dresser. She pulled out the fake bottom to reveal a cellphone. Owen nodded as she showed it to him. He knew it was from the employer.
Later that Night
As they arrived at the restaurant they surveyed the room, checking every face to see if anyone was familiar. "Here's complimentary wine," a waiter placed a bottle on the table after opening it for them; "Your food will be out shortly."
"Thank you," Nikita said as she placed her and on Owen's.
"There is no way to tell who gave you that phone. I'm running facial recognition. It's going to take a while with all the people, so don't break character," Birkoff said.
Their fingers interlocked, "You look beautiful tonight," Owen told her as their lips met.
She could feel the warmth from his breath before they kissed. She put her on the back of his neck as she slipped her tongue against his. The kiss felt perfect as he placed his hand on her cheek. "Still here," Birkoff felt so awkward.
They quickly pulled away and just smirked at each other. "Here is your food," the waiter placed their meals in front of them.
"Thank you," Nikita said.
Owen began to cut his steak when he was interrupted, "The calluses on the assassin's hand show you're a lefty. Switch hands," Michael said into their earpiece.
Owen rolled his eyes and switched hands. He had no coordination with that hand and he knew Michael knew that.
"Owen you need to be more mannered. You look like a slob. I'm sure the assassin had class," Michael kept riding him, "Next time dress up."
Owen couldn't say anything back so he just kept on eating. He leaned over to Nikita, "I'm glad we went out tonight," and kissed her cheek.
Michael gripped his wrist as he tried to keep his composure. Owen was getting on his last nerve.
The phone they were carrying suddenly rang. Nikita answered it, "About time we were getting tired."
"Tell me where the files are and you'll get your money."
"Running a trace right now, keep him on." Birkoff told her.
"Why don't we meet first? I like to see who I'm working for," Nikita tried to lure him out.
"I'm not playing games. You will tell me where the files are," his voice was beginning to rise.
"I've got his location he's in the lobby. Owen hurry," Birkoff told him.
Owen got up and quickly headed towards the lobby. His hand was on his concealed gun as he rushed. "Excuse me," he said repeatedly as he ran into so many people.
"I'm not playing games either," Nikita said still eating her meal properly, as if the conversation was normal.
"You just messed with the wrong person," he was beyond angry.
Before she could say anything back he hung up.
"He's gone," Owen said practically out of breath.
"The camera's don't show anything," Birkoff informed them.
"Owen next time don't let him get away!" Michael yelled
Owen was sick and tired of Michael. He knew he was just mad because Nikita and him broke up, but it was beginning to cross the line. Owen took out his earpiece and chucked it. He was done listening to him.
Nikita was annoyed. They had nothing. They had no clues to where the files were, who their employer was, and what he was going to do with it. It was starting to become a failed mission.
She stood up left the money on the table and left. She had enough for today and so did Owen. They decided to call it a day. Nikita took out her earpiece and placed it in a bush as they waited for the elevator. She had enough of people being in her ear twenty-four seven.
As the elevator arrived they entered it was a little crowded but they just wanted to get to their room to end the day. Once the door's closed the elevator froze and the lights turned off. They couldn't see anything. Owen felt a huge pain in his arm. His legs were beginning to feel weak as he collapsed to the ground.
"Owen!" Nikita said as she tried to figure out what was going on. A pain shot through her neck as she hit the wall trying to stay standing. It was no use she fell to the ground and blacked out.
Back at Division
"Where are they at?" Michael asked as he watched the camera of the elevator door on their floor.
"I don't know the camera froze something is jamming the signal," Birkoff was typing trying to fix it, "They took their earpieces out. There is no way to trace them."
Michael's rage began to boil. He hated the thought of what they might be doing. Little did he know they needed him more than ever.