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Alex had gotten over her initial grateful at Birkhoff's rescue. Now, she could clearly see the idiocy of it.
"Birkhoff!" she slapped him on the chest once they reached the hotel lobby. "You blew my cover."
The slap didn't affect him much, obviously because she wasn't really trying. "What cover?" he said. "You were a Division agent, now you're not. No covers there."
Right. He didn't know about the Nikita thing.
Crap. Nikita.
Well, she still had the bug deactivated. She could still fly in for a rescue.
"Okay, thanks Birkhoff," she slapped him on the arm this time and turned toward the exit.
"Whoa," Birkhoff caught her by the arm and pulled her back to him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I don't have to tell you," she became suddenly very defensive.
He gave her a pointed look.
"You don't have a right to know," she pointed out.
"I'm allowed to be concerned," he noted. "It's not like you can just stomp right back into Division now."
"Thanks to you."
"You're welcome."
"Birkhoff, just let me go," Alex requested sincerely.
He maintained grip on her arm.
"Birkhoff."
"Where are you going to go?" he asked.
"I've been homeless before," she reminds him.
"You are not living on the streets again," he demands surely.
"Yeah? What are you going to do about it."
"I could never let go of your arm," he shrugged nonchalantly.
"You're being stupid. Let me go."
"Where?"
"Division, okay?"
In his surprise, he releases her arm. "Division?"
Alex seriously considers breaking for the exit now. She may owe Birkhoff a thing or two now, but an explanation wasn't one of them.
She gave a vague impression of her plans instead, not willing to leave him empty-handed. "There's some stuff I should take care of back there."
"It's kind of a big risk just to clean out your locker, don't you think?" he frowned.
She shrugged. "You're not the boss of me."
"I'm going with you."
She scoffed loudly enough that she probably damaged his dignity. "Please."
Alex turned on her heel, finding the will to strut away from her.
"How do you plan on getting back to Division?" he asked.
Alex stopped in her tracks. Regrettably, he made a valid point. In order to keep Division's location a secret, not even the agents were permitted to know the routes. Nikita knew. She'd escaped after all. Alex knew a route from Nikita's place to Division. But not from wherever she was now.
She turned back toward Birkhoff. "You drive me there, and then you leave. Got it?"
"You're ever so impolite, Alexandra," he teased with a mischievous grin.
"Please?" she sighed begrudgingly.
"Sorry," he shrugged. "No car."
"How'd you get here, then?"
"On foot," he revealed. "Division's not too far away."
"Aww, you walked on foot for me?" she shot back.
"Shut up. Out the door with you."
He shooed her to the exit and they took off, following Birkhoff's lead. The sky was a deep, deep indigo. It was probably around one or two. Alex suddenly realized that she was very tired.
"Maybe some shut eye before I storm the palace," Alex decided. She pulled off her painful shoes that could definitely double as torture devices and held them my the heels in her right hand.
Birkhoff, on her left side, came to the same realization about his grogginess. "Back to the hotel, then? I've got some cash on me."
"I'm not going back in there any time soon," she rejected.
She suddenly veers off of the sidewalk into an uncharacteristically clean alley. Apparently, this city didn't have a bustling homeless population, or else this place would probably be packed to the brim.
"This looks nice," Alex commented.
"Seriously?" Birkhoff frowned.
"Hey, you can go back to the hotel if you want to," she tells him. "As for me . . ." She plops herself down onto the ground, pulling her dress down, then tilts her head back against the brick wall.
Birkhoff chuckled, amused. "You're insane."
"That building has a dangerous political figure in it," she gestures back the way they'd come. "Excuse me for finding solace in a dank alley."
She scooted her back further against the wall. "You gonna join me, princess?"
Birkhoff shook his head like one would at a puppy ramming itself against its own reflection, but nevertheless, sauntered up to Alex and plopped himself down beside her.
"We're in the same boat," he said resignedly. "Might as well stick together."
"Cool," Alex yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
Not really thinking much of it, she leaned her head onto Birkhoff's shoulder. Within minutes, despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangement, Alex was fast asleep. Birkhoff eyed her for a while, as if mesmerized by the girl, chortled once more, then joined her there, sleeping just as easily against the brick walls.