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Nikita felt each stitch as the doctor patched up her gun wound. The pain was nothing though. She was just happy it was all over. "You're all done," the doctor said wrapping her arm and pinning it.

"Thanks," before she could stand up Alex came rushing in.

"Nikita what happened!" she was concerned and yet angry that she was kept in the dark, "Ryan wouldn't tell me anything."

"It was just a small mission."

"Nikita are you patched up," Owen came walking in.

"Yeah," Nikita said grabbing her jacket.

"What happened to you?" Alex was shocked to see Owen with so many stitches and bandages on his face.

Owen remained quiet, trying to avoid the answer to the question. "Ow!" pain spread throughout Nikita's arm as she tried to put on her jacket.

Owen rushed over to her and grabbed the jacket from the ground. He held it for her as she put it one arm through and then the other. Once she had it on he took her hair out from the inside of it, allowing it to flow freely.

Nikita turned around and smiled at him, "Thank you."

She was about to kiss him, but realized Alex was still in the room. Owen realized what was going on, "No problem. I'm going to go find Birkoff." He awkwardly left the room trying not to make eye contact with either of them.

Once he had left and Alex was sure he wouldn't be able to hear them, Alex turned to Nikita, "What was that about?"

"What?" she avoided Alex's eyes as she signed the Division doctor's paperwork.

Alex couldn't believe what she had noticed. She knew something was going on. "Have you seen Michael?"

Nikita looked up a little surprised about the question, "Nope." She finished signing everything. "I'm going to go see Ryan."

Alex was shocked as Nikita just left her there. She needed to know what that mission was. Something was going on and it was changing everyone.

Nikita tried to walk faster without it looking noticeable. She knew it was suspicious for her to leave Alex like that. But she knew it would be near impossible to lie to someone who was looking for you to lie, especially of she trained her herself.

As she was lost in her train of thought she ran into something. She clenched her arm as she felt the stitches almost tear. She looked up to see Michael. "Sorry," Nikita said trying to apologize for bumping into him.

"For which thing?" Michael was still a little ticked.

"Hey!" Nikita was done with him getting mad at her and Owen, "We broke up because you wanted nothing but your hand and revenge. I fought for us. I tried to make everything work, but you just ignored me. So don't act like this is all my fault. I wasn't going to wait for you to realize I loved you."

Michael looked at her ticked beyond belief. "So it's my fault that you didn't stick with me when I needed you the most."

"I didn't stick around!" Nikita couldn't believe what she was hearing, "I tried to be there for you, but you wouldn't talk to me. You thought you could handle everything on your own. So congratulations, you're on your own now."

Before Nikita could let out another word, Michael put his hand on her back and pulled her near him. He passionately kissed her, gently placing his lips on hers and kissed her again. After a few seconds Nikita jumped to her senses and pushed away from Michael. Before she knew it, her hand met his face with a loud slap. They just stayed there. Michael holding his cheek and Nikita shocked at what she just did. She never thought it would go that far that she would physically hurt him.

"Tell me you didn't feel anything," Michael looked at her, "Tell me that kiss didn't mean anything to you."

"It's over Michael," Nikita walked away, "I'm done suffering because of you."

Michael just watched as the women he loved was walking away. He knew she lied. That a small part of her, for a split second, kissed back. He wasn't going to give up on them.

Nikita walked into ops where Ryan was directing a team that was on the ground in New York. He turned around, letting one of the senior agents take command. "We have a problem." He led Nikita into the sound proof meeting room.

"What is it this time," Nikita couldn't take another mission like the last one.

"The employer for you guys somehow got away," he told her trying to figure out there next move, "We have no idea who he is or how he got away. We're heading back to the beginning of this mission."

Nikita was surprised to hear that he had gotten away, but she had an idea how. "If I remember anything or find anything, I will let you know," she told him.

He nodded; hating the fact there was no route to take for this mission now.

Nikita left the room and headed back to ops. She saw Birkoff talking to Owen. She headed over. "Ryan told you to I'm guessing. Were already running a search," Owen told her.

"I don't think we're going to find anything," Birkoff told the two of them, "I'm positive Mikey would have told us if he had any family."

Just then a Bing went off on the computer as a match was found in the search. A picture popped up. "That's him," Nikita was astonished at the likeness in the man with Michael.

"Woah," Birkoff leaned back in his chair surprised at who it was, "That's Michael's little brother."

All three of them new they needed to tell Ryan about this, but even with everything that happened they didn't want anything to happen to Michael.

"Hey Birkoff you mind doing me another favor?" Owen asked him.

"What do you need shadow walker to do now?" Birkoff was preparing to type.

"We need you to keep what happened in the hotel a secret."

"I know. It's a classified mission, no one can know about it," he wasn't stupid he knew what classified meant.

"No nerd he means keeping us on the down low," Nikita just shook her head, maybe he needed a new nickname. Nerd was starting to not suit him anymore.

"Ooooo…" he was a little surprised that it came up, "Why?"

"Because I don't want people to know I write poetry. Why do you think?" Owen couldn't believe how dense Birkoff could be sometimes, "We don't want people to know about us just yet."

Birkoff looked at Owen not appreciating the sarcastic comment, "I don't understand why, but I won't tell anyone."

"Now that that's done, we need to go talk to Michael," Nikita told Owen.

He nodded. Out of nowhere Nikita was feeling nauseous. She put her hand on her mouth and tried to hold it down. "Are you okay?" Owen put his hand on her back trying to comfort her.

Nikita stomach settled down. "Yeah, the pain medication makes me feel like I'm going to throw up. It's just a small side effect."

"You need to see the doctor," he was supporting her as she was making sure the feeling passed.

"I'll be fine," she assured him, "We need to talk to Michael."

"After we're going to see one,"

Nikita nodded agreeing. They both left ops and found Michael in the training room sparring with Sean.

Michael stopped sparring when he saw the both of them walk in. "Look who it is," Michael told Sean, "Shocker to see you two together," he said sarcastically.

Sean stood there confused, "Is everything okay with you guys? You guys seem a little on edge."

"We're fine," Owen tried to convince him.

"Can you give us a moment Sean," Nikita asked.

"Careful, you don't know what they might do in that time," Michael walked towards a punching bag.

Nikita mouth dropped at the surprise of how much a jerk Michael was being. Sean looked at Owen when he realized what Michael was hinting at. Part of him didn't believe it. Michael and Nikita were supposed to be together. He just walked away. He wanted no part of the drama.

"Michael we need to talk," Nikita walked to the punching bag.

"Now you want to talk?" he was punching the bag.

"It's about your brother," Owen said.

Michael punched him in the gut, "Ooops… I can't control my hand remember."

Owen lunged at him about to swing, but Nikita went between them. "We don't have time for this," She tried to calm them down.

Owen lowered his fist. "Where is your brother? We need to know why he needed the files."

Michael went back to the punching bag, "Apparently I'm alone, so I'm taking care of it."

Nikita couldn't win with him. "Fine, but if anything happens I'm going after him personally."

As she walked away Michael made another comment, "Yeah because we all know what that leads to."

Nikita and Owen just kept walking. There was no point in arguing with him at that rate. They just wanted to call it a night.

Nikita was staying at Owen's place since she shared a house with Michael. It wasn't like he even went home, but Nikita didn't want a chance of running into him. "I made some pasta and tofu stir fry," he brought her a plate as she was sitting on the couch.

She was surprised at his house. He was an ex-cleaner, one of the toughest division agents, but his house was so cozy. There was a fireplace, hardwood floors, a dining room and two floors filled with who knows what.

The fire was comforting as it warmed Nikita up, it was beautiful. She grabbed the plate as Owen sat next to her on the couch. "How do you like the place," he handed her a glass of wine.

"It's amazing. Just one question, aren't you supposed to live on a bed of nails and stuff like that. Why a place like this?" she took a bite of the sweet smelling food.

"I can't remember having a home. So I made sure the one I do remember is one that I love." He drank from the glass and smiled at her.

Nikita quickly placed the plate down and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Owen rushed to the door. He could hear her throwing up. "It's final you're seeing a doctor in the morning. This shouldn't be happening. These might not even be the right pills as far as we know."

A few minutes passed before Nikita exited the bathroom. She saw a note on the door of the fridge, "Went to the store. Be back in an hour."

Nikita's head was spinning with everything that happened this week and decided to just sleep. She hoped the next day would be better. Her clothes were in her house so she went into Owen's drawer and took out a pair of his sweat pants and a t shirt. The clothes were twice her size, but they were comfy. She slipped under the covers and shut her eyes. It was to her, knowing that someone was coming home to her.

Owen slowly opened the door an hour later and saw Nikita fast asleep. He walked next to her and kissed her forehead. A smile appeared on his face as he looked at her. He decided he would call it a night to so he went into his closet and took out a black v neck and a pair of pajama bottoms. "Welcome home," he heard Nikita whisper.

He turned and crouched next to her so they were eye level, "You feeling better?"

"A little."

"Go back to bed," he kissed her as her eyes were slowly closing.

Once he changed he slipped into bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her as she placed her head on his chest. They fell asleep like that, exhausted from all the drama that had went on.

Once morning came Nikita was back in the bathroom throwing up her breakfast. "I have the car ready," Owen said as he was prepared to take her to the doctor.

Nikita walked to the car and sat there as Owen drove. She seemed calm as the breeze hit her face, but in her head she had never been freaking out so much in her life. She had a feeling of what was going on. It seemed unreal to her. She hoped more than ever that she was just jumping to conclusions.

Once they arrived at Division, Owen walked with her to medical and waited in the hallway as the examination took place.

In the room the doctor was marking her list as she was sure she knew what was going on. "I have some good news," she told Nikita, "It wasn't the pills."

"Then what is it?" she nervous

"You're pregnant," the doctor smiled at Nikita, congratulating her.

"What?" Nikita was shocked out of her mind.

"Yep, congratulations!" she went through her desk.

"I just need you to fill out this form for the future checkups you are going to need."

Nikita grabbed the papers still in shock. She went down the column of questions answering each one.

She handed the papers back. The doctor checked the form making sure it was all in order. "You seemed to have left one empty."

"Is that question really that important?" she asked hoping for no to be the answer.

"We need it in order to check later on for any test we might need to do just in case."

"I don't know the answer," she said a little ashamed, "I had broken up with my fiancé a week or two before I met my new boyfriend."

"We will check in a few weeks," she wrote on the paper, "We will be able to tell then. For now I will keep The Father box empty. Once we know who he is we will have him fill out the rest."

What was she going to do? She couldn't keep this to herself, but she couldn't tell Owen it might not be his, and if it's Michael's who knows what will happen. How could this happen?

Woah Nikita is preggers. Who will it be Owen or Michael. We might find out in the next chapter. Please review . Thank you so much to all of those who have read. And again a special thanks to NIkitalover for the ideas for this chapter. And if you haven't figured it out somehow, this wont be the last chapter. As long as I am able to come up with things I expect this to be about 8 or 10 chapters long. :)