Okay guys, here is the next chapter. I'm going to be going to New Orleans for spring break starting on Friday so I probably won't be able to update for at least another week. Enough of my rambling, ENJOY!

Chapter 5

"Michael are you ready?" Nikita called as she strapped on her gloves.

"Coming!" Michael said coming into the room. "You sure you want to do this? You know we could always until you're feeling better."

Nikita rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "Michael will you stop? I'm fine. It's been a week and I need to keep up with my hand to hand combat training otherwise I'll get rusty. I think this is the longest amount of time since I was part of Division that I haven't been sparring. Now come on. If it makes you feel any better just don't aim for my stomach. Now let's go."

The two of them walked onto the makeshift mat that was in their living room and put their fists up. Michael threw the first punch which Nikita dodged easily ducking her head to just below his fist. She quickly threw a punch which hit him in the stomach. He stumbled backwards at the impact. "I forgot how good you are when you're angry."

He said going for a few more hits all of which she dodged with ease. She hit him again in the stomach and then once on the side. "I forgot how easy you are to beat." She smiled at him as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Oh, it's on."

For the next ten minutes it was a flurry of quick punches and dodges. One of them would attempt to punch the other only to have it blocked each time. "This isn't going to work." Michael said smiling. "It doesn't help that I trained you."

Nikita smirked at him. "Michael, you may have trained me but I learned a lot during those three years." She went up to him and quickly grabbed his arm and spinned it backwards. She pushed him backwards up against the wall. "Just like old times huh?" She said smiling at the memory of them sparring back at Division.

"I think so." He pulled her legs out from under her using his own leg and flipped her onto the mat. "Nice try." He said smiling as he loomed over top of her. She slowly pulled up and kissed him. He kissed her back letting his hands travel down to her waist. She brought her now free hands to the hem of his t shirt and pulled it over his head. He stated taking off her shirt when their computer started beeping. "Leave it." Michael said. "It might be important." She said pulling back from him. Michael groaned knowing she was right. He gave her on last kiss and stood up.

Nikita walked over to the computer and typed in her password. Michael walked over to her put of his short on and stood behind her. "What is it?" Nikita scrolled through the message. "It's Birkhoff. He said he'll be back tomorrow around noon. Let's make dinner. What do you want?" Michael wrapped his arms around her waist. "Whatever you want." He said kissing her neck. Nikita smiled. "Great, veggie dogs and sweet potato fries it is." She walked over to the fridge and took out the neasacary ingredients. After about twenty minutes they sat down at the kitchen table. After eating and cleaning up the kitchen they went upstairs to get ready for bed.

"Michael, come to bed." I heard Nikita call as I took off my jeans and shirt and hung them up in our closet. "I'm coming." I said as I walked back into the main part of the bedroom. "God, you are so impatient." I said smiling as I crawled into bed next to her and planted a small kiss on her lips. She snuggled close to me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you." I whispered as I felt her shift again to get more comfortable. "I love you too." She said lightly kissing my chest. After a few minutes we fell asleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. It was still dark out and Nikita was in the same position as she was when we fell asleep. I looked at the clock, it read 3:00am. I didn't know why I woke up. I just felt like something was wrong. I slowly unwrapped Nikita's arm from around my waist and got out of bed, careful as I to not wake her. After being shot last week I knew she needed the rest. She said she was fine but I knew her well enough to know she was just putting on a brave face. I walked out the bedroom door and down the hall. I looked around I didn't see or hear anything. I went into the office next to the bedroom and looked at the security cameras. The alarm hadn't been set off and the cameras didn't show anything unusual. I went back into the ajoining bathroom. I turned on the sink and washed my face with cold water. 'I'm just stressed out' I thought to myself as I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. I began to drank it when I heard Nikita screaming.

"Let go of me! MICHAEL! Help!" I dropped the glass and ran into our bedroom, not caring about the small shards of glass that were cutting my feet. Nikita was being grabbed by three men wearing black clothing. I ran over to her and punched one of them in the face getting them to let go of her I went for the other when I felt a hard object hit the back of my skull. I tried to stay focused and go after the second but the room was spinning to much. I fell to the ground, the last thing I saw before blacking out was Nikita being dragged out of the room screaming my name.

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