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Nikita awoke to being chained in a chair. She pulled on the chains hoping for any sign of give. "That won't work," a man in a shadow said, "You should know better than to break a contract with the person that employs you."

"Nikita are you okay?" Owen was chained to a chair behind her.

"Yeah," she pulled on the chains again.

"The only way you are going to get out is if you tell us where the files are," he signaled a man who was sitting down by the door.

The man stood and rolled his sleeve up. Before Owen could do anything the man's fist made contact with his face. It was like whip lash as his head jolted back. The ugly brute did it again. Owen could feel his nose break as blood dripped down from it, but he just smirked. He had been through worse and could take it.

Nikita dug her nails into the chairs arms as she heard Owen get hit over and over again. She tried to keep herself together, swearing at them out would just make the situation worse. "How much is the files worth to you," she asked a little sarcastic.

"The real question is. Are files worth your husband dying?"

Blood splattered the floor as Owen's tooth flew out of his mouth from another punch. The brute wasn't holding back and Owen couldn't do anything to defend himself. "I'll tell you where it is if you let him go," Nikita was trying to free him.

"No!" Owen said trying to breathe, "I'm not leaving."

The man in the shadow walked over to with a briefcase to them revealing his face. They didn't know him but he looked so familiar, his eyes and his deep voice. That's when Nikita realized it. He looked so much like Michael. Is this Michael's family? Nikita was wondering. She couldn't ask without breaking her cover.

"Like it or not," the man opened the briefcase revealing several knives, "You're going to tell me where it is.

He put a knife's point directly on Nikita's neck with enough pressure that it slowly was digging into her skin. Nikita clenched her jaw trying not to move or it would dig deeper and hit a major vein or her wind pipe.

The man slowly moved away with the knife. "I'll let you guys have some time to think," he wiped the knife, "Consider your options."

The man left the room with his brute, leaving a blood covered Owen and a nervous Nikita. Once the door closed Nikita tried desperately to break the chains. It was their only chance of escaping alive. "It's no use," Owen said trying to stay awake from all the blood loss.

"Sorry I want to live," Nikita tried harder. The chains were digging into her skin as blood dripped down from them. She wasn't going to let it all end like this.

"I have a plan," Owen told her.

Nikita stopped, "What do you got?"

"We still have something they want and you're going to give it to them."

"We don't have the files," Nikita wondered if the blood loss was making him delusional.

"You're going to tell them it's in our hotel room, but the only way they are going to find it is if you show them where it is," he was trying to convince her to do the plan, "Michael is probably searching the hotel for you. He will be near our hotel room and he'll save you. You should be safe with him."

Nikita sat there not saying anything. She didn't want Michael she wanted Owen. Even if the mission was a failure he was willing to give his life for hers. "If I leave they'll no doubt kill you."

Owen looked away from her, "I never said it was a perfect plan."

Nikita wasn't going to follow the plan. She could never let Owen die. There had to be another way out.

"Nikita," he paused for a moment contemplating if he should say it. "I love you," he wasn't going to die knowing she didn't know, "I'm sorry we couldn't be together in the end."

Nikita's eyes opened wide as she heard the words I love you come from Owen. Right then and there she knew what her feelings were who she really loved, "Owen… I."

That's when the man came back. "Have you made your choice," the brute grabbed Nikita's neck as the man placed the knife on it.

"They're in our hotel room," Owen spoke quickly.

"Don't!" Nikita tried to stop him.

"The only way you are going to find them is if she shows you. If you kill us you are never going to find them," he looked down at the floor accepting the end.

"Untie her," he took out his gun and put a silencer on it.

Nikita got up, but still couldn't do anything as he was pointing the gun at her. "Now show me where it's at."

She hated the fact she had no moves to play. If she tried anything one of them would die. She couldn't be the reason Owen died. So she just started to walk. "If I'm not back in five minutes kill him," he told his brute.

The man nodded with an evil grin. Nikita saw Owen smile at her as the door closed behind her and saw him for what she felt would be the last time.

The brute took his jacket of and picked up the knife. "That was just for your wife's cooperation," he walked over to Owen, "We like to call them little white lies."

Nikita

They were outside her door, but the man was still pointing the gun at her. "Now open it," he through the rooms key card on the floor in front of her.

She opened the door and entered she was running out of time and moves. Where the # 7 is Michael?

The room was empty, "Now go get it," he cocked the gun.

Just then Michael punched him in the head knocking him out. A bullet was fired from the gun on the impact. "Nikita!" Michael yelled as he saw her grab her arm.

"I'm fine we need to save Owen," she got up and was heading out the door.

"You need to see medical now," he tried to stop her for more reasons than one.

"No!" She grabbed the unconscious man's gun and ran out of the room. Michael followed her. He wasn't going to let her get hurt again.

Owen

The brute took the knife off of Owens neck as he heard a gunshot ring from below them. He turned back smiling at Owen, "Looks like you little friend isn't coming back."

Owen heart began to beat fast his fists were clenched, "No she can't be dead," he began to become engulfed in rage, "No!"

He broke the bolts holding the chair down and swung it at the brute. "What did you do?!" Owen yelled.

The brute fell back onto the floor as Owen kept kicking him. He kept hitting him over and over again, digging his boot into his chest and face. "She's never coming back!"

Suddenly he heard his name, "Owen!"

He turned to see Nikita running in from the hallway. His mouth dropped. She was alive. "How?"

Michael walked in as well. Owen could tell he was disappointed that he had survived. He didn't pay attention to him, he was focused on Nikita. "Are you okay?" he saw Nikita had been shot in the arm.

"I'm fine are you okay?" Nikita was unlocking the chains.

The chains fell of and Owen slowly stood up. "I'm fine," he was surprised by a kiss from Nikita.

She had finally decided who she loved. He put his hands around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met over and over again. She could feel Owens tongue enter her mouth as she brushed the roof of his mouth with hers.

Michael left at the sight of it. "Birkoff bring a medical van. Nikita's been shot," Birkoff could tell by his voice Michael was furious.

Michael took his earpiece out and headed back to Division on his Own. He knew who had captured Nikita and he needed to act now. His brother couldn't be brought to Division no matter what.

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