Okay guys, here is my next chapter. I know it took me a long time to get post this but school has been crazy. I promise I have not given up on this story. I have the next 5 chapters almost finished so the posting should be a little bit more regular throughout the next few weeks. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed and stuck with this story. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Michael's POV
When I walked into the living room I saw Nikita lying on the bed, eyes slightly opened and trying to sit up. I quickly walked to her side. "Hey, you have stop moving. Just lay down for now" She stopped moving and turned her head towards me.
"What happened?" she asked. "You were shot. You lost a lot of blood too. Thank god were the same blood type." I put my hand on hers as she leaned her head bak and closed her eyes trying to take everything in. "I'm so glad you're okay, where's Nerd? Is he okay." I smiled at how caring she was. "I'm fine, don't worry. Birkhoff is just upstairs. I'll go get him."
I slowly got up and went to get Birkhoff. He was up in his bedroom playing X-box. "Birkhoff can you come down stairs? Nikita just woke up and she wants to see you." His head wiped towards mine. "Yeah of course, I'll be right there." He jumped out of his seat, not even bothering to turn off the TV and bolted down the stairs.
Birkhoff walked over to where Nikita was laying and sat down next to her. "Hey Niki." Nikita turned towards him. "Hey Nerd. Are you okay?"
Birkhoff chuckled. "Shouldn't be asking you that? I mean you did just get shot." Michael took this chance to quietly leave the room leaving the two friends to talk privately. Nikita smiled at him. "I'm doing alright. Everything seems to hurt like hell but I should be okay."
Birkhoff winced. "I'm sorry." Nikita looked at him confused. "For what?" Birkhoff sighed. "I should have been watching the security cameras better. I thought you guys were fine, I was getting a snack for god sakes, 2 minutes later Michael is telling me over the phone that you were bleeding out. It was all my fault"
Nikita placed a hand on his. "Nerd none of this is your fault, okay. Michael and I have been on countless missions and everything has turned out fine. How could you know this one was going to be any different." Birkhoff gave a small nod. "Okay. I better get going. Mikey will want to talk to you. He was really worried."
Nikita sat up a little more leaning against the back of the bed. "Actually can you go get him for me. I really need to talk to him." Birkhoff got up off the chair he had been sitting on and walked into the kitchen where Michael was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. Birkhoff walked up to him an placed a hand on his shoulder. Michaels head shot up at the contact. "Hey man, she wants to see you."
Michael got up and went into the living room where Nikita's cot had been set up. "Hey, are you feeling?" He asked sitting next to her. "A little light headed and sore, but otherwise I'm fine."
Michael gently pushed a piece of hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry. I should have been the one who got shot. I should have noticed him taking out his gun." Nikita chuckled slightly. "Would you and Birkhoff please stop blamming yourselves? Nothing that happened were either of you faults. Accidents happen, I'm fine now and I can get back to taking down Division."
Michael chuckled slightly. "Uh huh, no way are you going back into the feild until you're completly heald." Nikita looked at Michael. "Michael will you please stop, I'm fine, and if we don't keep tracking the targets then we'll fall to far behind them."
Michael smiled. "Nikita, just because you can't go into the field doesn't mean we're going to lose their trail. We will keep up with everything. Just give yourself a week or two to make sure you're fully healed. That last thing we need is for you to go out into the field before you're ready and end up doing even more damage to your body. Just for the next little while, please take it easy."
Nikita leaned back down on the bed. "Okay, I promise. I'm going to have a nap okay." Michael smiled, glad that she was going to get some rest. "Sure. I'll see you wake up." Michael moved to stand up when he felt Nikita grab his wrist. "Can you stay? I don't want to be alone." Michael nodded and moved to the other side of the bed. He got onto the bed, laid down and wrapped his arms around Nikita who had cuddled against his chest. After a few minutes they both fell asleep.
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