Set between 3x10 "Brave New World" and 3x11 "Black Badge". Nikita and Sean buy coffee together.

Alex wandered into Ops, searching for something to do, when she noticed Nikita sitting hunched at a computer. She was focused intently on something. But since she was out in the open, it thankfully wasn't a secret. She was probably just looking at some intel or something. Whatever it was, Alex decided to go over and look with her.

As she neared her best friend, Alex noticed that she was wearing Michael's suit jacket. It normally didn't get cold in Division. Besides Birkhoff's frozen office to battle all that computer hardware, the bunker had a warm, comfortable internal temperature. There was hardly a need for jackets. Recruits were still given them just in case- probably so they could feel somewhat comfortable while in hell. And apparently, Nikita still felt the need to steal Michael's. Alex rolled her eyes and smirked at the fact. Her best friend really was dramatic at times, "Let me guess: you were one of those recruits that always wore her jacket."

"I get chilly," Nikita abandoned her task to respond to Alex. She even emphasized her point by wrapping the suit jacket tighter around her. It was true that Division didn't get cold. But she still got chilly when she was by the vents. Exploring the air ducts as a recruit was mostly why she wore her jacket a lot. At that moment, though, she didn't have much of an excuse for why she stole a jacket. Besides the thin material and cap sleeves of her dress.

Plopping down in the chair next to Nikita, Alex scoffed. Although she could get chilly at times in Division too, and would definitely steal her boyfriend's jacket, she wasn't going to stop teasing Nikita. She slipped back into her Russian accent and taunted, "Weak little Americans. Cannot even handle A/C. You never see us Russians struggle. We are born for winter."

"We grew up in similar climates, you weirdo," Nikita laughed. She was more surprised that Alex felt comfortable joking around in her Russian accent than for her dig. But she was glad her best friend could be playful about aspects of her past- especially after her recent relapse.

"That is how I know you baby," Alex quipped, nudging Nikita's chair with her foot. She had never realized before how much she sounded like her mother when she spoke with an accent. Apparently, Sean had been right to tease her when he had returned from Greece. She wouldn't take back the taunts she had thrown at him in response, though. He had deserved them.

Glaring, Nikita kicked at Alex's chair. Even if it was a joke, she wouldn't take being called a baby lightly. She had to threaten in response, "You better watch yourself, Alexandra Nikolaevna Udinova."

"Don't say that name," Returning to her American accent, Alex paled. She only heard that name whenever she was dealing with legal matters, like when she had recently returned from the dead, or very, very formal matters, like some Zetrov dealings. It was completely odd, and jarring, to hear her friend say it. She shouldn't say it again. Especially since Alex didn't want the others to hear it. She didn't need Birkhoff knowing her middle name. Though, if he knew anything about Russian patronymic names, he could guess it.

"What? Your full government name?" Despite her steady glare, Nikita chuckled. She knew Alex would hate hearing her full legal name, but she hadn't thought she'd blanch upon hearing it. That was going to be a fact Nikita would have a lot of fun with.

"I'll call you by your government name," Alex attempted to threaten in return. Unfortunately, everyone already knew Nikita's full name, so the threat didn't hold any power. If Alex really wanted to retaliate, she had to taunt instead, "Nikita No Known Family."

Nikita fought the urge to laugh. It was a good joke; Alex had gotten her good. But she wasn't going to give in to the taunts that easily. She was going to continue to retaliate. Scotting her chair closer to her best friend's, Nikita dropped her voice low and said in her most menacing voice, "I know where you live. I will kill you in your sleep."

"Good thing I sleep with a Navy Seal," Easily calling Nikita's bluff, Alex pushed her away. She was going to regret sharing so much information later, yet it was fun for the moment. Especially with the shocked and delighted expression her best friend gave her.

"Okay," Laughing, Nikita had no other response for Alex. She simply shared in her joy about being in a loving, committed relationship, and giggled over nothing.

When Sean eventually joined the giggling pair in Ops, he was instantly amused by their laughter. He knew it was going to be a good day in Division if Alex and Nikita could find time to joke and play around. He simply wondered what they were joking around about. After a tense couple of weeks (months, if he was being more precise), it could've been anything, "What's going on over here?"

"Nikita threatened to kill me, so I said she had to kill you first," Alex beamed while Nikita continued to laugh. She could've answered her boyfriend completely, but where was the fun in that. It wasn't anything serious or important. So why bother sharing.

Sean simply nodded. As long as Alex and Nikita were laughing, he didn't have to pry; he could just roll with it. Besides, there was a good chance his girlfriend would tell him everything later. For the time being, he could simply move on to other topics. He had more confusion he had to clear up. While they were in a good mood, he might as well ask about what he had noticed. Though, based on her laughter, he doubted he'd get a serious response from Nikita as he turned to her, "Why are you wearing Ryan's jacket?"

"I was cold. I was in his office. He wasn't wearing it, so I asked if I could," Shrugging, Nikita responded. Ryan had placed his suit jacket on the back of his chair while he and Nikita talked in his office. She soon got cold, so she wondered if she could wear it instead. He gave it to her without a word. It was a pretty simple story, no need for a real explanation. In fact, she could probably return his jacket to him then with a simple thanks and an answering shrug.

Whereas Sean nodded again (and was silently surprised by the straightforwardness) Alex gawked in bewilderment at Nikita. She had absolutely made the wrong assumption about who's jacket Nikita had stolen, and she absolutely could not fathom it, "Wait. I thought you were wearing Michael's jacket."

"Michael has his jacket on," Sean pointed to Michael, who had stopped to talk to Birkhoff. The two had been in the weapons locker before moving to Ops after Ryan had asked them about some intel. That was how the Seal knew Nikita wasn't in her fiancé's jacket but her friends. What he didn't know, however, was why her wearing Ryan's suit jacket wasn't that big of a deal. Michael had seen her in it; he had stared at her adoringly while she laughed. Yet he didn't react at all to his fiancée wearing another man's jacket. Sean thought he would've, especially considering how he reacted to Owen, "I'm surprised Michael isn't the jealous type."

Suddenly confused, Nikita and Alex shared a glance. Michael was absolutely the jealous type. Nikita had tons of stories- both funny and irritating- she could share about that particular trait of his, "No. He gets jealous."

"He created a whole task force out of jealousy," Alex recalled. To Division, Michael creating a task force to spy on CIA analyst Ryan Fletcher had simply been seen as a precautionary measure; they had to keep close tabs on all of Nikita's allies, especially those allies in the government. But as Nikita's mole, Alex knew that part of Michael's reasoning was his jealousy over Ryan and Nikita. He had wanted to work that closely to the rogue- to be the one with her. Luckily for him, he eventually got that wish.

"But he doesn't care that your in someone else's suit jacket?" Sean, for some reason, couldn't wrap his mind around that. Maybe his own thoughts and opinions were seeping into the matter, obscuring his judgment. He should probably sort that out before he said anything else about Michael.

"I wear Birkhoff's jackets while I'm in his nerd cave. And I used to wear Ryan's robe in the safehouse. Though, he did voluntarily give that to me so I'd stop walking around in my underwear," Nikita continued to explain, not understanding why Sean thought it was weird. They were a team; they were friends; they were like a family. Clothes sharing was not that big of a deal, "As long as I'm warm and taken care of, Michael doesn't care. Especially since he knows we're just friends. I mean, it's not like I'm wearing another quarterback's letterman."

"Would you get jealous if I wore another man's jacket?" Intrigued about Sean's thought process, Alex wondered. He didn't actually answer her. He just blushed and stammered a little. Honestly, deep down, Alex was enamored by the fact that he'd be jealous. Yet, mostly, she was confused by it. There was nothing for Sean to feel threatened about in their relationship; they were strong and steady. So being jealous was pointless. It'd only lead to hurt feelings, something the couple had had too much of, "Why do you care so much?"

"Haven't you heard? He's my fiancé," Although Nikita had no idea why Sean cared about sharing clothes, she did have an idea on how to tease him. A conversation about jealousy had the tendency to get very serious and very destructive very fast. The three could not go down that road. They should stick to lighter and far less severe topics. Also, Nikita had been dying to tease Sean for what had happened that morning all day. She had simply been waiting for an opportunity to do it in front of Alex. Then was her chance.

"What?" Already laughing, Alex wondered. She knew whatever story she was about to be told was going to be good. She simply wished she had popcorn for it.

Sean groaned. He had hoped that Nikita wouldn't mention what had happened that morning. But he should've known better. Of course she'd tell her best friend about their trip to the coffee shop. The only surprising thing about her actions was how long it had actually taken her to share the story. Maybe Sean should be grateful for that, though. He could actually be there to ensure Nikita told the story right, "It happened at the coffee shop this morning."


The team of former rogues had only been in Division for an hour before they needed a coffee run to keep themselves going. Nikita volunteered to run to the closest coffee shop, and she voluntold Sean to tag along with her. He had wanted to tell her off, but she made a fairly convincing argument as to why he should follow. He honestly didn't begin questioning it until they were in line at the shop, "It's my turn to pay?"

"Yeah. Remember in the group chat we abandoned, we agreed we'd take turns getting the morning coffee. It's finally your turn," Nikita shrugged. The team had had a group chat where they texted each other important and unimportant things; one of which was deciding who would go on food runs and when. Yet as more and more shitstorms began brewing in Division, it fell out of disuse. They should probably start it up again- better their communication with each other. They seemed to be in a more solid place then. A group chat would improve things even more.

"I thought Division paid, and we just got it, not we had to pay too," Trying to remember the conversation, Sean argued. He was fairly positive that if they ate while working, Division would foot the bill. They didn't actually have to pay out of pocket. Considering that, for most of the team, their salaries were contingent on Division, that was a good thing.

"You really think tight-with-money Ryan would let Division pay for our coffee when we have the means to?" Nikita rolled her eyes. Ryan was always going on and on about the operating budget for Division. He wouldn't waste money on coffee. At least, one would think. In reality, he did justify food expenses. Yet Sean didn't have to know that.


"I want to stop you right here and say: Sean, you were right. Nikita, you're a fucking con artist," Alex interrupted the story to support her boyfriend and bash her best friend. She had wondered why Nikita had ordered Sean to go with her, but then it made perfect sense; the former rogue was a little thief. If she had done that to Birkhoff, Owen, or even Ryan, Alex would've laughed about it. But since Nikita had targeted her boyfriend, she glared.

While Nikita snickered, Sean rounded on her. He had suspected that something was off about their trip to the coffee shop, yet he had figured it was because of other things. No, Nikita had just played him. He had to find a way to get her back. In the meantime, though, he wanted restitution, "I knew it! You owe me forty bucks."

Nikita knew she'd have to pay Sean back eventually. She had planned on transferring money into his bank account later that day. Or maybe the next. Honestly, whenever he caught her. But she could do it right that second too. She spotted Ryan walking towards them- maybe coming to ask for his suit jacket back- and she immediately held out her hand to him, demanding, "Hey, Fletch. Give me forty bucks."

Ryan didn't hesitate. He took out his wallet and passed two twenty dollar bills over to Nikita. She then handed them to Sean with a smirk, "Here you go. Here's your reimbursement."

It took Ryan a very confusing moment to realize what had happened. But once he figured out that Nikita had used his money to pay Sean back for something Division related, he became upset. And he felt used, "That's my own money."

"Then why'd you give it to me?" Nikita questioned. She hadn't thought her idea would've worked. She had thought that Ryan would question her or just say 'no'. The fact that he had handed money over to her so willingly wasn't like him. Or so Nikita wanted to argue. Yet she knew it was a losing argument.

"Cause what I said at the coffee shop is true," Sean almost seemed to rub what had happened in Nikita's face. It was rare to feel vindicated whenever the rogue was concerned. So he wanted to revel in that moment for as long as possible. Especially since she had just made him look like a fool- and had maybe proved him wrong about one thing said that morning.


Before Sean could think too long about Nikita's lie of who would pay for coffee, she changed the subject, "Do you have the orders?"

"Yeah," Sean pulled the sticky note out of his pocket. When Nikita had voluntold him, he went around collecting coffee and tea orders. Everyone's was pretty straightforward and simple, except Birkhoff's. He couldn't make sense of it. Hopefully, Nikita could. The Seal didn't want to bring the un-caffeinated hacker the wrong order, "Do you know what Birkhoff means by 'the usual'? Cause I don't."

"That little…" Ripping the note out of Sean's hands, Nikita bitterly read what Birkhoff had written. That little fucker didn't have a usual anything; he always liked to mix it up. He just wanted to mess with Sean and make him look like an idiot. But that was what Nikita was doing on that coffee run. The nerd couldn't steal that from her. Angrily, she removed her cellphone from her purse and called him. She didn't let him say 'hello' before barking, "Nerd. What do you want at the coffee shop?"

"The usual," Birkhoff's smirk was audible over the phone. But Nikita didn't respond to it. She went quiet, using her silence to speak volumes. At first, Birkhoff scoffed, completely unaffected. But as the silence stretched on, he grew less confident. And more fearful. Nikita and Sean only moved one spot in line before he broke, "Uh. A red-eye. Cup of drip, shot of espresso, no cream or anything else."

Rolling her eyes, Nikita voiced her thanks, hung up the phone, and wrote the order on the sticky note. Sean couldn't help but stare at her in awe. If he had called Birkhoff, he'd still be prying the order out of him as they reached the front of the long line. Yet Nikita had done it in less than a minute- and without a word. It was remarkable, "How do you do that?"

"Bully Birkhoff? It's pretty easy," Nikita chuckled. Her silent reactions to Birkhoff's assholery usually worked better in person, anyway. She could get him to crack with just about anything. But specifically with a certain look. He really was an easy mark.

"No. Have Division completely wrapped around your finger," Shaking his head, Sean argued. Since he had been thrust into the war between Division and the rogues, only one thing had remained constant, and that was the other's devotion to Nikita. Learning more about the rogues and actually spending time with them, Sean knew that that devotion went both ways; everyone on the team cared deeply about each other, and everyone would do anything to keep the others safe. But it had all started with Nikita. It was her team; there was no doubt about that.

"Division? That's a big step up from just Michael," Nikita eyed Sean over curiously. She was aware of the jokes that she had Michael wrapped around her finger (that may or may not have actually been true). But Division was a new one. Even after working together for a year- give or take- did Sean still think she had that much sway. He couldn't have been serious.

"Oh come on. You got Birkhoff to back out of his joke without saying anything. No one else can do that. Except maybe Sonya," Sean continued to argue. He had plenty of other examples of Nikita having the team wrapped around her finger. Yet he figured one of the lighter ones would serve him best. After all, getting Birkhoff to stop making sarcastic quips was a momentous feat. Only a few people could actually claim success.

"That's because Birkhoff and I have known each other for years. We don't need to say anything at times. We know what the other's gonna say," Nikita refuted whatever claim Sean was trying to make. The only reason she and Birkhoff could get under one another's skin like they did was because of how long they had known each other. They were basically siblings by that point. Neither one of them had the other wrapped around their finger, especially her. That was just their friendships- there was no swaying, just annoyance, "I don't have him wrapped around my finger. I don't even have Michael wrapped around my finger at times."

Nikita was more serious with her latter statement. She averted her gaze from Sean and fidgeted with her engagement ring. Although things were on the mend for the engaged couple, they weren't back to normal yet. Michael was finally back home, and the two had taken time off from Division to talk and fix what had been broken. But what had happened between them after the accident was going to take a long time to heal. More serious talks and time devoted to just each other were ahead. Hopefully, that'd be enough to make the couple happy again.

Sean had been too busy helping his sister with her sick kids to help the team in Kosovo. Yet Alex had told him what had happened. Nikita had done something reckless, and that finally snapped Michael out of it. Sean had also been busy dealing with other things when Michael had suffered the accident. He only knew what had happened after Birkhoff had called him, concerned about his friend and wanting a fellow sailor to talk to him. Sean had tried, but Michael refused to listen. It took his fiancée hurtling into danger for him to realize he had fucked up. Although he finally did, and he was finally home, it wasn't enough. There were still things to mend.

The Seal believed the engaged couple could survive the rough patch, however. He hadn't known them as long as the others on the team. But he had been around them enough to know that they could survive anything. Their relationship was even more remarkable than Nikita's sway on the team, "From what I've heard, he's been yours since you were a recruit."

"Was that something else Amanda told you that you just regurgitated without thinking about?" Not wanting to be serious at the moment, Nikita quipped. When Sean had first worked for Oversight, there were a lot of things Amanda had told him about the rogue's relationship with her team that he had believed to be true. The fact about Michael being hers since the beginning seemed like another one. After all, she had lived through their decade long relationship. She knew when they were at the best and when they were at their worst.

"Alex told me," Sean rolled his eyes. Yes, it wasn't his smartest moment believing everything Amanda said. But after Alex had opened his eyes to the truth, he actually began to question things. He owed her so much for that. She really was his light in so many ways.

"Oh. So you're still blindly following," Nudging Sean, Nikita smirked. If Alex had said something about Michael and Nikita, then it was more than likely true. But even if it wasn't Sean still would've believed it. Anything Alex said, he believed. If he truly wanted to tease Nikita for supposedly having Division wrapped around her finger, then he needed to realize that his girlfriend had the same effect over him.

Sean wanted to argue with Nikita about blindly following Alex. But he knew there was some truth in her words. He also knew arguing would lead to more teasing. So he just changed the subject and prayed Nikita would drop it, "Seriously. When has anyone in Division ever said 'no' to you?"

"Ryan says 'no' to me all the time," Their very first mission in the New Division had almost been a disaster because Ryan had said 'no' to Nikita- and because she didn't listen. What she said didn't always go. Even if she didn't want to admit it, there were times when the others had better, smarter, and safer ideas than her.

"But does he actually stop you from running off?" Sean countered. Nikita opened then closed her mouth. The Seal had had her there. Although she was told 'no', no one had ever figured out how to get her to listen, and no one had figured out how to stop her. For the most part, she got to do what she wanted. Which often landed her in trouble. Recent events were the best example of that, "No one stopped you from going to Kosovo alone. People also kept secrets for you, secrets I don't think I'd ever keep."

Nikita knew that she shouldn't have kept Kosovo and Bechiraj a secret from Michael. She knew that she should've told him about the leg and Heidecker and her mission. The mess that had occurred had been her fault. She was the only one to blame. Birkhoff shouldn't receive any shit for keeping secrets for her. He had only done what he thought his friend needed. No one could fault him for that. If they did, Nikita would prove that any one of them would've done the same, "I'd keep secrets from you if Alex asked."

Before Sean could wonder if Alex had ever asked her best friend to keep secrets from him, Nikita stepped up to the counter and read the orders on the sticky note to the barista. She then ordered for herself, and urged Sean to do the same. After he did, he paid, and the two moved to the other side of the shop to wait for the drinks. They quickly fell into silence. Neither had anything else to say for a while. They only had things to think about.

Eventually, Sean couldn't take the silence or his thoughts any longer. He had to say something else. Maybe apologize, or clarify his point, or just something that wouldn't make things so awkward between them, "I'm not bashing what you did. I get it. But if you had asked me to lie to Michael about you being in danger, I wouldn't have done it."

There was nothing for Sean to explain. Nikita knew he would see himself in Michael's shoes; he could easily picture himself panicking over Alex being in danger that no one had told him about. It was a fucked up thing to put someone through. And Nikita knew how badly she had fucked up by hurting her fiancé like that.

But that was all in the past. Nikita and Michael were trying to move forward together. And- hopefully- Sean never had to worry about him and Alex being in that situation. Their attention could better be served in other areas, like continuing to joke around. If they could never find the humor in things, after all, then how would they ever truly survive the darkness, "Right. But I have everyone else wrapped around my finger."

"Michael did once say that just because you two are engaged, it doesn't mean that you listen to him more," Sean chuckled. Michael's reply to Ryan had been funny the first time he had heard it. But the more he hung around the team, the funnier it was. No one knew his fiancée or how much he was wrapped around her finger more than Michael. He might've forgotten that for a while. But, thankfully, he was back to that point.

"I bet he waited until I was out of the room before he said that," Nikita laughed at just the thought. She didn't know which of her numerous stunts had caused Michael to say that. Yet she could guess that he had made sure she wouldn't overhear him. That was a surefire way to make a bad situation worse.

"He doublechecked you couldn't hear him," Continuing to laugh, Sean confirmed. That was what had made Michael's comment so funny in the first place. Before he had said anything, he had checked the door to ensure Nikita had left the room. He wouldn't do anything to test her. After beginning to date someone just as passionate and stubborn, Sean didn't blame him.

Once they returned to Division, Nikita would have to ask her fiancé about his past comment. Until then, though, she had more questions for Sean. So far, he had claimed that she had Birkhoff, Ryan, and Michael wrapped around her finger. But what about everyone else in Division. She could assume that Owen would be his next target- and maybe even Alex. Yet what about him. What did the Seal have to say for himself, "So I have everyone wrapped but you?"

"I think I'm smarter than that," Sean nudged Nikita. He wouldn't say that he wasn't her friend. Sure, the two weren't as close as the others. But they still joked around and had each other's backs. Sean and Nikita were friends. He just didn't follow her blindly.

"I'd wait to have the full information before I got cocky," Nikita smirked. She could've easily said that he was too wrapped up in Alex to be swayed by her. But that was low hanging fruit. To really taunt Sean, she had to make him stop and think. Alluding to the lie she had told him to get him to the coffee shop was a far better dig.

Again, before Sean could wonder what Nikita meant, she moved to talk to the barista. She gathered their many finished drinks on carryout trays, and handed the Seal one of them. During all that, the barista noticed Nikita's engagement ring shining brightly on her finger. They instantly gushed over it, "That's such a beautiful ring."

"Thank you!" Nikita's brilliant smile could rival the diamonds in her ring. Sean couldn't help but softly smile as well. According to Alex, it had been a long time since Nikita could think about a happy future with Michael. Yet her grin expressed that those thoughts had changed. The engaged couple were on their way to their happily ever after again, proving without a doubt that anyone could survive the worst storms as long as they were with the person they loved.

Glancing between the two's happy smiles, the barista began to beam and to drastically misinterpret the situation, "You two excited for the big day?"

"What?" Both Sean's and Nikita's smiles dropped in a flash. They stared at the barista and at each other in complete bewilderment. Until it finally clicked.

Nikita and Sean burst into laughter. They absolutely could not believe that someone had thought they were engaged. They also couldn't imagine themselves as engaged. It was so ridiculous and crazy, they couldn't stop laughing. It was a miracle they didn't spill any of the drinks. It was also a miracle that they managed to choke out any words, "No. No. He's not my fiancé. Definitely, definitely not my fiancé. We just work together."

"Yeah. No. I'd never. We're just friends," Sean echoed Nikita, still laughing. The barista soon left them alone, looking embarrassed. Nikita and Sean managed to quiet their laughter when they noticed that. The two hadn't wanted to make them feel bad. They simply didn't know how else to respond to the absurdity.

Although they were quieter, the two hadn't completely stopped laughing. They didn't think they ever would. Nikita, for instance, already had jokes in mind to keep the laughter going forever. Some of them would have to wait for when they were with Michael and Alex. Then, they could join in on the fun. Yet the others could be shared as Sean and Nikita left the coffee shop and traveled back to Division, "You'd never, huh?"

"I'm a committed man," Sean shrugged in response to Nikita. He had mostly meant that he and Nikita could never be a couple because they had never had those types of feelings for each other. But a part of him was also thinking of Alex. He couldn't picture himself with anyone but her. Since he had her, he would never let her go.

"You better be," Nikita threatened. She stopped Sean in the doorway with a murderous glare. One glance at it, and he knew she was completely serious. If he ever hurt Alex, she'd kill him. Fortunately, he'd never have to worry about that threat. He'd never hurt Alex, not again.


"And yet you're engaged to another woman," Once the story began to wrap up, Alex teased Sean. He tried to glare at her, but it fell apart when he saw her smile.

"If he's your fiancé, then you should wear his jacket," Ryan pulled his suit jacket off of Nikita. She didn't fight him on the action; she actually helped him take it back. But despite her compliance, she still glowered at him.

Ryan avoided her harsh, powerful gaze as best as he could. However, he couldn't escape Nikita completely. As he hurried across Ops, the former rogue called after him tauntingly, "You're just mad that you gave me money without thinking."

"Cause you have him wrapped around your finger," Sean reminded Nikita. Whereas she rolled her eyes, Alex couldn't help but quietly laugh in agreement. Her boyfriend's assessment of her best friend had been fairly accurate. She did have a lot of sway on their team. Yet that was just because they loved her, and they knew she loved them too. Whatever she could get away with or make them do, they could do the same to her.

While Sean, Alex, and Nikita glared and giggled, Michael finally joined their group. It hadn't taken him long to realize that his fiancée had stolen Ryan's suit jacket. Once he did, he told the former analyst to steal it back. Nikita kept a sweater in the car incase she ever got cold; there was no reason for her to bully the others out of their jackets. Michael went to grab it as the others talked about what had happened that morning. He missed a lot of the conversation, yet he was sure he'd be caught up later, especially since they were having so much fun making fun of each other, "Who's wrapped around your finger?"

"Apparently everyone in Division but Sean," Alex laughed. It hadn't escaped her notice that Michael draped Nikita's sweater around her shoulders as he asked his question. But she was certain that he knew what he had done. Michael had long ago accepted the hold Nikita had on him. He knew he was whipped.

"That's because he's wrapped around your finger," Michael replied matter of factly. Alex blushed, and Sean shrugged sheepishly. Michael and Nikita just rolled their eyes. At least the two were admitting it that time. It made things easier and less annoying for the engaged couple.

Though, Michael wasn't in the mood to taunt Alex and Sean, at least not then. He had other goals in mind- some of which involved eating lunch with his fiancée. If he played his cards right, he could get them that lunch for free. Then, they could save their money for a proper date night later that week, "Hey. If you really have everyone swayed, why don't you convince them to order Chinese for lunch."

"Okay," Excitedly, Nikita hopped to her feet. She slipped her arms into her sweater as she chased after Ryan, already on a mission to eat a lunch that Division paid for, "Fletch! I'll pay you back by buying you lunch!"

"Now we know who's finger she's wrapped around," Alex couldn't help but snark. Though, that was a well known fact- especially after Kosovo. Nikita was just as swayed by Michael as he was of her. All the couples, all the friends, the entire family, they all had each other wrapped tightly. That was simply what love did. And they would never let that go.