Hey guys, it's Friday! Which means a new episode and a new chapter of my story. Now I know this one is short but I promise chapter 8 is longer. Almost 1000 words I think. Also like I said in my last chapter I need some serious help with the last few chapters, if I don't get help I might not be able to post for a while. And finally, I've started another Mikita fic, I know I really shouldn't have but I just couldn't help myself, it should be up in the next few days and I will say this, my chapters are more of a 'normal' lenght. Hope you guys read it. ENJOY!

Chapter 7

Michael's POV

I looked at Birkhoff in disbelief. "Gogol? Are you sure? How did they even know where were?" Birkhoff continued to look over various parts of fotage on his tablet.

"I don't know. I haven't been hacked and the house it bug free. Although it does explain why they didn't take you. They don't even know who you are. They probably figured you weren't important." I dragged my hands over my face.

"What are we going to do? Gogol wants Nikita dead just as much as Division. We have to get her back." I asked nervously. Birkhoff silently nodded his head. "We're going to need help though. I won't be any use to you and you can't take on Gogol by yourself. We're going to need back up."

I looked at him. "I know, you're right. Who do you want to call?" Birkhoff handed me the phone. "You call Owen. I know you don't like him but he knows what he's doing." Birkhoff turned around and started walking to the door. "Who are you going to call?" I asked curiously. "Someone that will help us."

Birkhoff's POV

I dialed the number that over the past few months had become all to familiar. Not that that was a bad thing. I waited as the phone rang for the person on the other end of the line to pick up.

"Hello?" The person on the other end of the line answered.

"Hey, it's me." I said smiling at the familiarity of the voice.

"Hey, what's wrong? You sound stressed." They asked.

"We really need your help. Nikita was kidnapped by Gogol and Michaels freaking out." I said responding to the question.

"Oh my God. I'll get there as fast as I can. Give me 4 hours, tops." They said quickly.

"Okay, great. Love you." I said, glad that they were coming.

"Love you too." They said hanging up.

I walked back into the living room and hocked my phone back into its charger. Michael was just getting off the phone with Owen, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed two beers. I walked back over to where Michael was sitting and handed him one of them. He nodded his head as a thank you and hung up the phone.

"Owen should be here in about four hours, he's been doing some research on a guardian who he thinks is based somewhere in Ontario Canada." He said opening the beer.

"Okay, the person I called should be here in about four hours too so that's great." I said sitting across from him.

"Just out of curiosity who did you call?" I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I knew I had to tell him but I also knew he wouldn't agree with my choice. "All I can tell you is that they have Nikita's best interest in heart and that they will help us." I grabbed my computer from the side table, attempting to find something to distract me.

Nikita's POV

I woke up and looked around. I tried to move my arms and legs only to realize that my wrists and ankles were bond to what I had to guess was a metal chair. It was hard to concentrate. The whole room seemed to be spinning. The metal was cold against my legs, only now did I notice that I was only wearing my bra and underwear. My feet were on a cold damp concrete floor. I tried to remember what happened, who took me but the last thing I could remember was falling asleep next to Michael. Michael. I just realized that I had no idea where I was or weather or not Michael was with me. Just then I heard a loud creek and then the slam of a door. I looked up to see Ari Tassorov standing in front of me with a body guard on either side of him.

"Hello Nikita. It's nice to finally be able to sit down and chat with you. It's been a while." He said smirking.

"Where's Michael?" I spat out. I knew I should be more worried about myself but at the moment the only thing I could register was the lack of Michaels present. And with Ari I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Oh, you mean your little bed fellow? He's dead." I felt like he had just stabbed me in the gut and twisted the knife. I couldn't breathe or think. Not except that if he had never met me, he would never had been killed. He would still be alive, with Division but alive. I was about to yell at him when I felt a sharp pain in my arm and then darkness came over me.

Birkhoff's POV

I heard a knock on the door and got up from where I had been lying down on the couch. I walked over and opened the door. "Hey, you're here!" I said happily pulling them into a hug. "Yeah of course I am. It's good to see you." they said wrapping their arms around my neck. I was about to say that Michael didn't know try were here yet when he came around the corner, gun drawn. "What the hell are you doing here?"

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