I don't know how much more I can take of this.

It had been almost a month since Alex became Vlad's prisoner. Yet to her it felt like a year. She hadn't seen the light of day the whole time. She was trapped in Vlad's office inside a dog cage.

Each day she suffered. Each day she felt the pain she left behind so many years ago. The agonizing pain consumed her daily. Her stomach cramped, sweat poured down her face, and her head felt like it was going to explode. Yet none of it compared to the torture that she felt thinking that Sean hated her.

During the first few days, she believed Sean was on his way. Alex would stare at the door waiting for him to burst through it and save her from all this pain. But the hope quickly depleted after the first week. I guess he really does hate me for what I did. I am the reason he got captured in the first place.

Every time she felt as if she had a bit of strength, just enough to maybe kill Vlad, he would drug her. Whether it had been in her food or by attacking her, he found a way for it to happen. She could barely sleep or eat knowing that at any moment he could make her over dose. She couldn't stand the fact of dying in this rat hole. It was the worst thing to her.

Back at Division

Birkoff had stayed up for three days straight looking for any clues to where Vlad had taken Alex. Nikita and Sean wouldn't let him sleep, not that he wanted to. He didn't want to leave knowing that a member of his family could be dying. He couldn't get the repeated image of when he told Nikita about Alex getting taken. She had fallen to her knees when she saw it was Vlad. "Find anything?" Birkoff jumped as he heard a voice behind him ask.

He turned around to see Sean walk in. "Just like five minutes ago," he turned around a bit aggravated. "I will tell you immediately if I find anything."

Sean slammed his fists down on the table. "It's been almost a month and we haven't even come close to finding anything," his jaw clenched and threw everything on the table to the floor.

Birkoff sighed. Before he could think words flew out of his mouth. "There might not be anything to find," he was shocked that he had said that.

Suddenly Sean lifted Birkoff up by the collar on his shirt. Anger and hatred engulfed his eyes. Birkoff feared what Sean might do next. He closed his eyes preparing for the pain when he saw Sean's fist rise. He regretted saying it, but inside he knew someone had to. He praised himself for the pain, but it never came. Instead he heard a smash as Sean's fist made contact with the concrete wall behind him. He opened his eyes to see Sean's anger unfazed by the broken knuckles in his hand.

Even with the rage still in his eyes, Sean dropped Birkoff and stormed off. He couldn't believe someone told him that. He would search the world for Alex. He would never stop till his arms were wrapped around her. Though deep down he knew he might have to except the truth, that she might be gone… forever.

In the City

In the streets Nikita and Michael were searching for anything that could help them find who they thought of as a daughter. Nikita heard a drug dealer that might know where Vlad was. She followed him into an ally ad he was preparing for a deal. The dealer turned around to see Nikita, and made a run for it. She chased after him knowing that Alex's life was in her hands. That might have been her only chance of getting any leads to where Vlad was.

The chase continued down the street and into another ally. Nikita knew Alex might not have time for this. So she took out her silenced pistol and shot him in the leg. He fell to the ground as gravity poured blood down his leg. She slowly walked up to him, "Where is Vlad?"

He didn't say anything, which just made her more ticked. She raised her gun with furry and shot him in the knee cap. Blood stained the concrete ally floor. "WHERE IS HE?!"

"I don't know," the man grabbed his leg placing pressure on his wound. He was filled with fear.

"YOU'RE LYING!" Nikita aimed her gun at his forehead, "I won't ask again. WHERE IS HE?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" the man cried out for his life.

"My finger is getting real twitchy being on this trigger," she threatened him.

"I don't know. I DON'T!" he began to cry.

Nikita was about to pull the trigger, but was surprised when Michael grabbed her arm. "Nikita don't," he was a little shocked she was about to go that far.

"Let go of me! He's trying to hide Alex!" she tried to break his grip.

"He doesn't know anything," Michael held on to her as tight as he could.

Nikita tried to pull her arm away, but his grip was too tight. She gave up, she knew she couldn't get free. So she didn't say anything. She just glared, threw the gun down and walked to the car. She hated the fact that she wasn't even close to saving Alex.

After about five minutes Michael entered the car, "An ambulance is on its way," as he said that Nikita didn't look at him at all, "He should be fine."

Nikita didn't say anything. She tried hard to hold them back but tears fell down her cheek. She didn't know what to do anymore. Michael put his arms around her and hugged her. "Why Vlad?" she cried into his shirt, "He's probably torturing her right now. He's supposed to be dead. Why is he alive?"

Michael didn't know what to do. He had none of the answers. "I don't know, but we'll find her," he hugged her tighter, hoping that he could at least comfort her a little.

They went home empty handed. It was another day filled with emptiness. A hole remained in their hearts. It was a quiet night filled with sad faces and held back tears. After a depressing dinner, they decided it was time for some sleep. They hoped tomorrow would give them back their daughter.

Michael had fallen asleep about an hour ago, but Nikita couldn't. She just lied awake. The thoughts of what Vlad was doing to Alex wouldn't leave her mind. So she headed to the kitchen deciding that some tea might help her sleep. As she was walking back to her room with the steaming cup of green tea the phone rang. She tiptoed over to it, hoping not to wake Michael, knowing this was the only sleep he had gotten in a week.

She dropped her tea as she heard the words from the phone. "I know where Alex's at," Birkoff had said.

Without hesitation, Nikita said "We'll be right in."

Michael ran into the room, in his pajamas, gun drawn after hearing Nikita's tea crash. "What is it?"

Nikita turned to him with a smile, "We know her location."

So I know I haven't written the secret and im REALLY SORRY! But I don't want to rush to it. But anyway. They finally found Alex, but how? The answer might surprise you. But will they come in time? She doesn't have much time left.

I hope I gave everyone a little of Sean they wanted. I know I've said it before many times, but im planning on the secret being revealed next chapter. You can thank my 3 hour after school class for this chapter being up a little early. That class is dead boring! Anyway Much love and thanks for all the reviews! ::D