Set in early season 3. The team messes around in one of the training rooms.

For once, it was Michael's lack of thought that was to blame. It wasn't Nikita who was reckless. Nor was it anyone else not thinking about the possible consequences. Michael was the one who was rash, insane, and not thinking. He was bound to have one of those moments eventually. Nikita did them enough that it was due to rub off on him. Fortunately, it happened in the Division training room instead of the field. Unfortunately, it still led to someone getting hurt.

Michael, Nikita, Alex, and Sean were sparring in one of Division's training rooms. They took up the space hardly anyone used, giving themselves some freedom to goof around. They played music over the speakers, taunted one another, and practiced some fighting moves that probably wouldn't deal that much damage in the field. Nikita was mostly teaching Alex how to perform some of her flying kicks. The young woman was also small and light, so she could benefit from learning how to use her opponent's strength and momentum against them.

Sean took the brunt of the sparring lesson. Nikita used him to demonstrate the moves and have Alex practice. He honestly didn't mind. He'd do whatever to help Alex sharpen her skills. Also, he should probably find a way to counter all the spinning moves. He hadn't quite figured them out, and Nikita took advantage of that whenever they sparred. He still couldn't get a handle on it during the practice. The women constantly got him pinned harshly to the mat.

Although Alex struggled a bit more than Nikita at utilizing the moves, she was quickly learning the new technique. Each time she made Sean tap out, she felt even more triumphant; Nikita giving her praise between suggestions on her form helped. Alex felt like she could take on the entire world. She was that unstoppable.

Until, tragically, Nikita pointed out something awful after Alex's latest attempt to flip Sean to the ground, "Alex, put your boobs away."

"What? Oh, shit," Glancing down at her chest, Alex quickly turned around. Her breasts weren't completely out of her top. However, her tanktop had slipped down enough that they were spilling over her bra. Cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, she quickly fixed her wardrobe malfunction. She also tightened the adjustable straps on her bra for good measure. It wasn't as comfortable, but she really didn't want to accidentally flash all of Division.

"Eyes up, Sailor," Nudging Sean, Nikita reprimanded him from gawking. There wasn't much to see before Alex turned around; regardless, the Seal stared at the young woman with only one clear thought behind his hazel eyes. Nikita tried not to laugh at the two. She just smirked and moved away from the oblivious pair.

While Sean, Alex, and Nikita had their adventurous sparring lesson, Michael pummeled a punching bag. He glanced over from time to time, mostly to taunt them or laugh at their antics. When his fiancée moved over to him, he paused his punching to beam at her. She pointed to Sean and Alex and rolled her eyes. He shrugged. There was nothing they could do about the Seal and the heiress. The engaged couple's energy was better wasted on themselves. After all, Michael had a somewhat important question for Nikita, "Why don't you do that to me?"

"What do you mean? I flash you all the time," Nikita smirked. She held the bag for her fiancé; though, his strikes weren't as harsh. He was too busy rolling his eyes and chuckling.

Stopping the swing of the punching bag, Michael shook his head at Nikita. She grinned. He scoffed and attempted to clarify his words, "I meant one of those flying moves. You've never used that against me, not even while we spar."

"I've never needed to. I can kick your ass without it," Lightly pushing the bag against Michael, Nikita's grin grew smug. He was right: she had never used one of her special moves against him. She had just never thought about using them. Those moves were mostly to give her an advantage against an opponent she either didn't know or couldn't otherwise beat. Nikita knew Michael well enough that she didn't need an extra edge to take him down.

"So you're saying you can't kick Sean's ass without a special move?" Michael raised a suspicious eyebrow. Besides the many assailants who had faced her spin moves in the field, he had only seen Nikita use them on Sean and Alex during sparring. She did it to Alex to teach her, but Sean faced the advanced techniques regularly. Was it possible that the Seal actually gave Nikita a run for her money.

"The only way I can beat him is if I scare him or surprise him. And I need to keep beating him. Look at him. Sean deserves to have his ass kicked," Nikita practically shouted the last part, ensuring Sean heard her. The Seal did have enough skills to give her a fair fight, yet she was never looking for fair. She just wanted to permanently put him in his place.

"You wanna say that to my face?" Sean called back to Nikita. He could antagonize her right back.

However, after he did so, Nikita began to sprint at him. Surprised, Sean quickly backed up. As he bent his knees to prepare for the former rogue's attack, Alex was the one to spring into action. She used his thigh to boost herself up and twist herself around his body. Sean was down on the mat before he realized what hit him. He glanced up at Alex in shock. She victoriously pumped her arms in the air and faced Nikita, who had stopped running as soon as the young woman attacked, "I got it! I got the move!"

"He's a good test dummy to practice those moves on," Turning back towards her fiancé, Nikita chuckled.

Michael, however, only rolled his eyes. He was seriously wondering why Nikita never even practiced one of her flying kicks on him. He could handle it. She wasn't going to hurt him. Besides, he wanted to help his fiancée practice. The better prepared she was, the more at peace he could be (though, her rashness could still probably give him a heart attack), "Come on. Why don't you just practice on me?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid if I do it, it'll awaken something sexual in you that I can't control," Nikita honestly didn't have a good enough excuse for why she had never practiced a flying kick or anything else on Michael. But since he kept begging her to do it, she was going to tease him. Her quip at least earned her a laugh from Alex. Nikita smirked. Michael sighed.

"Just do it. Besides, I think I know of a way to counter after watching you do it to other men," Dropping into a fighting stance, Michael tried to smirk in return. But as Nikita glanced at him funny, his words caught up to him. He stammered some sort of correction, and she laughed at him. His words were definitely going to bite him in the ass.

"Oh. Are you so sure about that?" Nikita prepared to leave Michael flat on the mat. His cockiness couldn't save him. She saw right through her fiancé, "Or are you scared?"

"Terrified," Michael flashed his trademark half-smile, the one he knew made Nikita weak in the knees.

"God. You're so fucking hot when you do that," Nikita cursed. Michael was too busy laughing to ready himself for whatever she was going to do to him.

She didn't give him any time to recover. Nikita leapt on her fiancé, swinging her legs around his neck, pushing her knees into his back, and forcing him to drop to the ground. As Michael slammed into the mat, she held onto his arm and wrenched it behind his back. He grunted more in surprise than in pain; however, she still checked in with him to make sure she hadn't gone too hard, "You good?"

"Yeah," Michael's response was muffled by the mat. He totally had that coming. Especially since then he knew that there was no real counter for what Nikita had done.

"Told ya," Shoving away his captured arm, Nikita rubbed it in. Sean laughed, glad someone else had experienced his pain. And Alex high-fived her best friend. Their celebration was short-lived, however. Soon, Michael sprang to his feet and retaliated.

Quickly, and without much thought, Michael grabbed Nikita from behind. He twisted her around before she could squirm too much, successfully holding her upside down. She squealed and thrashed, but it was of no use, "Michael!"

"Come on, Ms. Badass. Flip your way out of this," Michael tightened his arms around her waist and jostled her around. Nikita could only giggle uncontrollably. She weakly pushed at his arms, laughing so much that her stomach hurt. The room burst into laughter with her. Teasing his fiancée, Michael was the loudest amongst them. He made Nikita giggle even more. The joyous sound was music to his ears- far better than the music that continued to play over the speakers.

"Come on, Nikita! Show him up," Alex cheered her best friend on. Maybe if Nikita had flipped around right when Michael had grabbed her, she'd have enough momentum to pull off a move. But since she had been left dangling for a while, she had nothing working for her.

When Nikita attempted to swing her legs down to break Michael's arms around her waist, she wound up falling face first onto the mat. He managed to hold onto her the entire time, so as she fell he did too. He landed atop her head. First, a crunch was heard. Then, a muffled cry. Michael frantically scrambled off Nikita. He gently lifted her head from the mat and instantly cursed, "Oh shit."

"I'll get some ice," Upon seeing the blood gushing out of Nikita's nose, Alex hurriedly sprinted to Medical. Michael helped sit Nikita up and examined the damage done. The blood made it seem worse than it was. Although her nose was crooked, there wasn't too much swelling. She should be alright. They just had to stop the bleeding and swelling. Sean handed over a towel for the former. It was one used to wipe sweat from the mat, yet that didn't matter. Whatever worked to catch the heavy blood flow couldn't be complained against.

Ever so gently, Michael held the towel against Nikita's nose. She tried to take it from him to do it herself, yet she was struggling for breath. Her fiancé didn't like that sound. He moved closer to her, studying her intently. Besides the busted nose, he couldn't see what else could've been wrong. Panicked, he asked, "Are you okay? Can you breathe?"

"I'm trying not to laugh," Nikita admitted as she gasped for air. The tears in her brown eyes were a mixture of strained laughter, pain, and shock. How she had gotten hurt was so stupid that it was funny. However, laughing aggravated her throbbing nose. She had to try so hard just to hold herself together. Fortunately, her fiancé began to chuckle softly as well. He wasn't too overwhelmed with guilt for what had happened.

"Well, that's one way to win a fight, Mikey," Sighing in relief, Sean joked. Michael glared at him. Except, the harsh look didn't hold for long. He returned his gaze to Nikita, unwilling to take his eyes off her as he continued to examine her.

"I think you have to go to Medical," Michael said softly. He tenderly touched her crooked nose. He attempted not to hurt her, yet he had to see what kind of damage they were working with. Nikita didn't push him away as pain rippled through her. Hopefully that was a good sign.

"I can set it myself. I set my own shoulder after you yanked it out of socket," Nikita tried not to wiggle her nose. Despite the blood and pain, it wasn't too badly broken- a bone was probably more out of place than shattered. If she forced her nose back into place, she'd be okay. There'd be pain and swelling for a few days, but there wouldn't be any cosmetic damage. She wouldn't even need a splint.

"That's comforting," Muttering mostly to himself, Michael pulled Nikita closer to him. She had used his hold to dislocate her own shoulder, but that fact didn't matter. He was more concerned with the fact that she had dealt with the pain alone, and she was determined to do so again. She didn't have to be so stubborn about her medical care. Someone would take care of her.

It was too late to stop Nikita from what she planned on doing, however (not that she'd listen to Michael anyway). Taking a deep breath, she cupped her nose securely between her thumbs. She pushed at the misplaced bone harshly, setting it back in place with another crunch. The sound was worse than when she had fallen. At least, according to Sean it was. He recoiled with a shout, "Oh, that's vile!"

"See. Surprise and shock," Nikita smirked while Sean continued to gag at the sound her bone had made. Michael scoffed. He didn't scold her, though. There was no point.

Since her crooked nose was corrected, the swelling and bleeding had lessened. Yet it wasn't all fixed yet. Michael continued to hold the towel under her nose, and Nikita continued to wait for Alex to bring ice. The young woman wasn't gone for much longer. She hurried back into the training room, a bag of ice in hand and Birkhoff in tow. She had told him what had happened when she ran into him in the hallway. Curious, he had followed her. He took one look at the scene in front of him and laughed, "How many times are you going to faceplant Nikki before you realize that's not what you're supposed to be doing?"

"Falling on your ass is the best way to learn," Alex repeated what Nikita had once told her while she was teaching the young woman to fight. She handed over the ice, and the former rogue placed it on her nose with a wince.

"Or Flight Simulator. Right, Nerd," Glancing up at Birkhoff, Nikita snarked. She had recently told him that she had solely learned how to pilot aircraft from the videogame. He hated that fact. He wouldn't even consider that she was joking. It was too awful to think about.

"That's not funny. I was in that helicopter," Birkhoff huffed. Although Nikita's past stunt had saved his life, he didn't appreciate that she might not have been all that prepared for it.

Curious glances cast between Michael and Nikita. She hadn't actually learned how to fly solely from the computer program. However, she also didn't learn it from Division. Piloting a helicopter and plane were some of the extra skills she had picked up while she was rogue. If she refused to tell her friends where she had developed the skill, though, then maybe her fiancé would. Unfortunately, Michael just shrugged, "I don't know where she learned how to fly. Probably the same place where she learned those flippy moves."

"They have actual names. I can show you each one," Taking the towel from Michael, Nikita dared. Her words lost impact, though, as she wrapped the bloody towel around the icepack and winced sharply once more.

"Later. I don't want to get blood on me," Michael snarked. He helped shift the towel so it could both absorb the few droplets of blood left and cover the burning cold ice.

Instead of continuing to stand over the engaged couple, Alex sat down next to them. Their sparring session was over for the day. She might as well make herself comfortable as they talked. The mat was good enough to sit on for a while. It wasn't exactly soft, but it had substantially cushioned the blow when Michael and Nikita had fallen on it. Her injury would've been far worse had she faceplanted on anything else, especially on the floor of their old safehouses. Alex couldn't stop thinking specifically of the loft. Falls on that had hurt like hell, "I would've loved a mat to practice on instead of the floor at the loft."

"Sorry. At least it was spacious enough, unlike the safehouses," Nikita retroactively apologized. In hindsight, she wished she had gotten a mat to practice sparring at the loft. But it had worked out fine for the two women. They were both alive and well (sort of).

"The more you talk about it, the more I wish I could've seen the loft," Birkhoff joined the others on the floor. Nikita always talked fondly about her loft, even bragging about it at times. He wished he could know exactly what she was talking about. Then, he could effectively dismiss all her positive claims and taunt her about it.

"You did," Grinning slyly, Nikita nudged at Birkhoff. He had no idea what she was talking about. So, she jogged his memory, "Remember, Birkhoff. 'You found me'."

"You brought me to your loft! So if I had just paid a bit more attention, Division could've raided your place, and the war would've been over before it even started?" In complete disbelief, Birkhoff gaped at Nikita. Not only had she kidnapped him, placed a bug on his molar (that she didn't even listen to), and left him duct taped to playground equipment, the former rogue had also brought him to her hideout. She had taunted the hacker in every way possible, and he was still finding out more about it.

"Good thing I knew you wouldn't," As the rest of their friends laughed, Nikita shrugged. Kidnapping Birkhoff at that time hadn't been the most dangerous thing she had done. With her signal jammer and knowledge of the nerd, she knew she had been safe. He was never the threat.

Michael at that time, however, could've gotten to Nikita. If only his advice had been listened to, "I told you she knew what she was doing. If you had just listened to me…"

"You saying you could've brought her in?" Sean put a stop to Michael's 'I told you so'. There was no way the agent could've done what the Seal couldn't. Even if Percy and Birkhoff had listened to him at the very beginning, there was no way Nikita would've been brought in. She was far too good at being rogue.

"Was that before or after you let me go?" Nikita quickly reminded Michael that he had had a chance to bring her in- multiple chances in fact. He simply never did.

"You shot me," Michael attempted to defend himself. However, it didn't work. His fiancée's smile beamed too proudly.

"After you let me go," Poking where Michael's faded scar was, Nikita knew that she had him. She had once claimed that he had never been far away from her. Despite their opposite sides of the war, Michael had always been on Nikita's side. He wouldn't have let her die. He cared about her too damn much- past, present, and future.

Whereas the engaged couple were having one of their moments, the others rolled their eyes. Alex looked up at Sean with a heavy sigh, "You see what I had to deal with?"

"So, you'd let her go when she was rogue. But you'll break her nose when you're engaged?" Earning himself a scarily stern expression from Michael, Sean questioned. He did his best to ignore the scowl. Alex, Birkhoff, and Nikita laughing around him helped.

Soon thinking of an absolutely horrendous joke, Alex leaned close to Nikita to quietly mutter it in her ear. She wasn't sure how well the quip would be received. The former rogue made fun of her past with sarcasm and dark humor all the time. Alex could probably get away with it too. After all, she had gone through her own share of hell. If anyone could poke fun at terrible situations, it could be those two, "Nikita. Do you need to call a domestic abuse hotline?"

Instantly, Nikita fell on her back laughing. Although Alex chuckled at her own terrible joke, Nikita was the only one laughing. Sean and Birkhoff weren't sure if they should find something like that funny. And Michael pouted. He didn't like the comment, even if it was made completely in jest. His fiancée's abuse-filled past wasn't something he took lightly. Once her laughter died down, Nikita finally noticed how upset the joke made Michael. She sat back up and lovingly patted his cheek, "Aw. Baby. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I'd kill you before it ever happened."

"Do you want me to pay for your dinner?" Getting Michael's attention, Alex thought that'd be better than an apology. She could actually pay for the comment and make him feel better with some comfort food.

"I know I do," Sean cut in. Birkhoff shook his head, and Alex glared. Yet the Seal didn't back down from his statement. Of course he'd love dinner provided by the heiress.

"Come on. Team dinner at our place. Someone go drag Ryan out of his office," Finally getting back to her feet, Nikita decided. Sparring with her friends for the majority of the day had been great. Although she had gotten her face smashed in, she didn't want the fun to end. A somewhat peaceful dinner with her team- after they had showered and cleaned up- seemed like the perfect conclusion. The others absolutely agreed.

Birkhoff moved to tell Ryan about dinner, and Sean and Alex cleaned the mess left in the training room. Michael, on the other hand, became serious again as he hopped to his feet. He gently lifted the towel and icepack off Nikita's nose and guiltily studied her. She smiled softly. Taking his hand in hers, she glanced at him in complete adoration, "I still love you."

"I love you too," Michael rolled his eyes and smiled. He kissed Nikita tenderly, cautious of her nose. She only slightly winced. Regardless, he then shifted his lips to her cheek and kissed her repeatedly. She giggled; though, he didn't stop until she managed to pull away from him. He returned her adoring look. Smiling up at her fiancé (and placing the ice back on her nose) she dragged him home with her.