Hey guy, I know I'm really late on this, I'm sorry but hopefully you enjoy the next chapter. I will also be posting another chapter of my Resistance fic if any of you read that. And finally, how AMAZING was Wrath! ENJOY!

Chapter 9

Birkhoff, Alex and Owen were huddled around the kitchen table with a large world map spread out in front of them. They had various pieces of printed off paper holding different information.

"Any luck on narrowing down a location yet Birkhoff?" Alex asked sorting through some papers.

"Almost, I've narrowed it down to somewhere in europe, either Italy, Spain or France. I'll keep looking though don't worry. I have Shadow Bot scanning for any info that might help us."

Alex grabbed a pen of the table and put a star next to the three countries. "So these three countries put together means we have 572,268 square miles to comb through."

Owen and Birkhoff looked at her with frowns on their faces. "Well aren't you misses positivity." Owen said sarcastically. Just then Birkhoff noticed that Alex had tears in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but Nikita has been missing for more than 24 hours. Gogol has her we have no idea where she is or even if she's still alive and she thinks that I don't trust her. I can't deal with the possibility of never being able to apologize to her." Tears were now flowing freely down Alexs face.

Birkhoff walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She brought her hands up to his chest and held onto his shirt as if her life depended on it. Birkhoff looked over his shoulder to Owen who gave him a slight nod. Birkhoff brought one of his hands from behind Alex's back an placed them behind her knees. He picked her up bridal style and carried her up to his room. He placed her on his bed and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. He pulled up the covers and placed them over her.

"Go to sleep. Owen and I will figure it all out. I'll come get you when we find out where she is." She nodded her head whispering a 'thank you' and turned over cuddling up under the covers. He quietly walked over to the door, turned off the light and walked downstairs.

"How is she?" Owen asked when he walked back into the kitchen.

"Shes okay I think. Just tired she's sleeping there now. I told her I would wake her up when we find out more about Nikita." Owen nodded and turned back towards the map.

A few minutes later Michael walked into the room with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Hey, Birkhoff about before I'm sorry. It's good to see you again Owen. Where's Alex?" Owen gave him a nod and Birkhoff turned to face him. "It's okay man. I know you're stressed out but don't worry. We'll find Nikki and you two will be making us all gag again in no time. Alex just went upstairs for a quick nap, she's freaking out about the possibility never seeing Nikita again and she thinks that Nikita hates her."

Michael looked at Birkhoff sympathetically. "Nikita doesn't hate her. She loves her like a daughter."

Birkhoff nodded. "I know that but I don't think she does. I'll talk to her later. For now she needs her sleep."

Michael walked over to the table and looked at the map. These countries are where you think she is?" He asked sitting down on one of the chairs. Owen nodded.

"We narrowed it down usi-." Owen was cut off by the computer beeping. Birkhoff walked over and type a few things before looking up.

"We found her. She's in France just outside of X. In a warehouse. I'll bring inferred using the satellite."

Michael and Owen walked over and stood behind Birkhoff looking intently at the screen. "Okay, we got six guards surrounding the warehouse with seven guys inside."

"Any idea where Nikita might be?" Michael asked looking at the various servaliance cameras.

Birkhoff went through the various images of the warehouse. After a few moments of browsing he came across a survalnce image of Nikita tied to a chair. Her head was hung and she had cuts all over her body. Her hair was knotted and she had blood that appeared to be dripping from her face. Michael looked at the screen with a look of horror on his face.

"We need to get there now." Birkhoff quickly typed onto the computer.

"The jet leaves in fifteen minutes. You can be there in under three hours. Don't ask how just trust me. You guys go get the gear ready and I'll go wake up Alex. As always I'll stay here and be your eyes and ears." Birkhoff left to get Alex and Owen and Michael went to the basement where everything was kept.

They took out and loaded various guns. They got two way coms and put everything into two large duffel bags. "She's going to be okay Michael. Nikita's a fighter and we'll get her back. Don't worry." Owen said looking at him. Michael nodded as he zipped up the last bag. "I hope you're right."

They grabbed the bags and went upstairs. Birkhoff was coming down the stairs with Alex. Owen saw them look at each other and then back at Michael. Owen knew what they wanted so he gave Michael a little push towards the door.

"Come on man let's go put this on the plane." They walked out and proceeded to put the bags into the bottom of the plane. They walked into the cabin and sat down in their respective seats. A few minutes later Alex came onto the plane. She sat down next to Owen and mouthed a thank you and she took a bottle of water out of the cooler that was next to the seat. They decided that they would each take a nap until they got there. They knew that they need to be well rested to be able to get Nikita back safely.

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