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Moving On

Nikita propped herself up on her forearms before reaching out and taking the glass from his hand. Her fingers lingered for just a moment, while the sheet that covered her, slid down her back.

"I know you're disappointed but the mission was half accomplished. We did save lives." Michael stroked the bare skin on her back. It was smooth and warm.

"I know," She sipped from her glass. "But she has to be stopped." I'll never have closure until she's dead." Her eyes grew hard with determination.

"I understand how you feel, and we will stop Amanda, but consider this." He bent over and gently kissed her forehead. "It could of ended badly for all of us, and it didn't."

The corners of Nikita's mouth turned up into a smile. He had always had her heart, even when they were at odds with each other, he affected her like no other man ever had. "You're right."

"Alex and Sean for one." Michael took the glass of wine from her hand.

"Hmmm, I'm happy for them, and for us, it was making me dizzy watching them circle each other."

"And there are the scientists. Like minds, big words..." Michael pushed aside the sheet that covered her.

Nikita laughed. "Have you ever listened to them? When J.T. talks to Lu about Microtubules or Electrophoresis, it's like verbal foreplay."

"What about Vincent and Catherine..." He settled himself down next to her on the bed. Nikita scooted herself over to make room for him to stretch out next to her.

"They love each other." She drew an imaginary picture on his chest with her fingers. "How many can come face to face with Amanda and live to tell about it?"

Michael raised one eyebrow. "You wouldn't believe what he can do in the weight room, the guy's a monster." He stopped himself and furrowed his brow realizing what he had just said. "Bad choice of words."

She smiled and pushed herself up and straddled his torso, trapping him with her bare thighs. She pressed herself around him and the contact made them both catch their breath.

"He's turned out to be quite an asset for Ryan. It isn't easy to find someone qualified to run Medical." Her voice was low and seductive, she planted a hand on either side of his head and leaned into him, rewarding him with a slow burning kiss.

A deep hum emitted from inside of him. "I still believe one can feel good and still be part of Division." Michael placed his hands around her waist, navigating her right where he wanted her. His eyes smoldered with intent.

"Then prove it again." Nikita demanded breathlessly... and he did.

There were so many things in Vincent's life he had foregone, and caring about the clothes he wore, was one of them. When Alex insisted he and J.T. couldn't live in recruit clothing forever, she managed to provide them each with a prepaid credit card. J.T. was happy to go shopping on Division's dime, Vincent not so much.

He was relieved when Catherine and Alex offered to take on the task for him. The two women had been gone for hours and Vincent wondered what they could be up to. He was glad when they returned, until he saw the dozen Bugatchi shirts, six pairs of Diesel jeans and two pairs of John Varvatos leather work boots. It seemed excessive and overwhelming, but Alex did her best to keep a straight face and told him it was part of the HR package that secret government agencies provide to their operatives.

"I feel like a different man." He admitted to Catherine, once dressed in his new clothes. "What do you think?" He gave her a boyish grin.

"You look handsome..." She said standing close to him and licking her lips. "Almost too handsome, the women here will be all over you." It was true, she knew he turned heads and Vincent-watching had become a guilty pleasure for many of them.

She broke their eye contact. "One more item." She reached for a bag and took out a small box. It contained a watch with a metal band. "Give me your hand." She placed it around his wrist and snapped it shut.

"Okay, Dr. Keller, you're ready to go out there and save lives."

They say timing is everything and Ryan's came at the right time for Vincent.

With clearance from the women and men who chose to keep their names disassociated with this particular secret, Ryan offered Vincent immunity in exchange for a role within Division. Finding a doctor who would work within the boundaries of the black ops organization wasn't easy and although it might not have been the perfect arrangement, it gave Vincent his life back and a chance to practice medicine.

It took some time to find his way, but eventually the wary looks disappeared and the admiring glances were just as much about his competence and kindness as his good looks. One day, as he walked through operations to consult with Ryan and Michael, he overhead Birkhoff say, Dr. Hottie is in the house. Vincent gave Division's tech-master a funny look and Birkhoff smirked back at him. He realized it wasn't meant to be an insult or a compliment, it was a sign of acceptance, and by all intent and purposes, Dr. Hottie had finally found a place to belong.

"Catherine?" He called out quietly, "Where are you?" He used his key to enter her apartment and set the armful of flowers and bottle of wine down on her kitchen counter.

"I'm in here." She answered brightly.

He walked into her bedroom and her back was to him. She was buttoning up her blouse and looked like a girl, fresh and innocent without a hint of guile, but when she turned to face him, it was a woman with knowing eyes who looked back.

Catherine walked toward him and they embraced each other naturally. He could cast a spell on her just by saying her name and looking into her eyes. She reached up and pulled him toward her, their lips and tongues slowly dancing.

"I've really missed you." She murmured.

"Oh yeah, me too." He whispered between kisses. His large hands held her close. It had only been a week, and both the detective and the doctor had good reasons to be apart, but that was then, not now. He effortlessly picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her small frame fit against him perfectly.

"I made dinner." She panted throwing her head back while he kissed his way down her neck.

"I brought wine." He shrugged his coat off one arm at a time, never releasing his hold on her.

"Are you hungry?" She mumrmured as his hands crept up under her blouse.

"Hmmm, it smells like... " He fumbled with her buttons. "Lasagna."

"Who doesn't like Lasagna?" She whispered and leaned back in his arms. She pulled her blouse apart, the buttons popped open and one flew off and skittered across the floor.

"Catherine..." He unhooked her bra, the one that opened in the front. He spread her garments apart. "I don't deserve you."

She moaned when his lips made it's way down toward her breasts. "And, Caeser Salad. Oh my God... "

"I don't know how I got so lucky." He rasped out the words and walked them toward her bed. He gently laid her down and quickly tore his t-shirt off. "I love Lasagna."

She cried out in pleasure when he covered her body with his. The feel of his bare skin against hers caused a burning sensation that crept down their bodies and caused them to grind their hips against each other.

"Catherine..." he mumbled. "When... are... they... coming?"

"Vincent..." she sighed. "Soon." She arched into him and whimpered.

They struggled to get out of the rest of their clothing and frantically made love. The need they felt for each other overpowered them. This time they were on the clock, but they knew the next time would be slow and methodical and very sweaty.

"Really?" J.T. turned red with embarrassment. "You're ability to astonish me has never waned."

"When Heather threw me that surprise birthday party that wasn't much of a surprise, Vincent told me you two hadn't celebrated a birthday in ten years." Cat smiled with relief, he actually looked shocked.

"Yeah, well there was a good reason. We were afraid Murifield would crash it." He muttered. "You knew about this?" He looked at Vincent and Lu suspiciously.

"It wasn't my idea, and if you were me, would you argue or try to talk her out of it?" They both knew the answer to that.

"I think it is sweet." Lu added smiling up at her bio-chemist. "She is a good friend."

Tess approached the birthday boy and his date with a Martini in each hand. "Drink. It'll help." She gave J.T. a sly look and patted him on the back before walking away.

Sean held the shaker of Martini's and poured generous amounts into the glasses. The eclectic group of guests drank up before moving on to the pans of the aforementioned Lasagna, a gigantic bowl of Caesar salad and the half dozen bottles of wine.

Cat pulled Michael aside. "Thank you. I wasn't sure you'd be on board with this."

"We don't socialize much, but since you agreed to let us deal with security, who is Division to spoil a party?" Michael enjoyed being the good guy. Under his advice, Ryan had installed snipers on the roof tops around her apartment building and agents in unmarked vehicles patrolled the neighborhood.

"What's on the menu?" Birkhoff said through the Coms.

Michael almost rolled his eyes. "Who invited you?"

"Tell Dr. Hottie to bring me back a plate."

Nikita turned her back to the other guests. "Hate to break it to you, but I don't think Vincent's coming back to Division tonight."

"I'll bring you something." Alex said under her breath. "You want vegetarian or meat lasagna?"

Tess sat on a bar stool, and Sam, the new man in her life stood next to her with an arm slung around her shoulder. They gave each other an amused look.

"They do that a lot." She said. "You know, talk to themselves."

Sam chuckled and pulled her against him. "I prefer not to have other people in my head." He teased her. "Let's eat."

Across the room, Nikita sat down next to Vincent. She sincerely liked him, he had a kind heart and a killer physique. "How are you getting along? I know Ryan's happy with your work."

"It's good, but different. Believe me, coming from where I've been, different isn't so bad." He looked at her thoughtfully. "Can I ask you something, it might seem personal, I'm not trying to pry."

She look intrigued. "If I don't like what you have to say, I won't answer."

"I was speaking to Ryan about who I am, or more specifically who I used to be."

"Go on."

"I've taken a lot of lives, it might have seem justifiable at the time, or for the greater good, but once it's done, they're never coming back and I can't help but think about the pain I've inflicted, the consequences of my actions. Now that my life doesn't revolve around survival, how do I live with it?"

Nikita looked surprised. "Did Ryan tell you to talk to me?"

"Yeah. He said you mentioned it before."

She gave him a wistful look. "I have often wondered if we can come back from the evil and darkness. I once thought I was defined by my actions and that meant I was bad. I know we can't erase the past and I do ask myself if I could have done it differently, if I really had a choice."

"It helps to know I'm not alone."

"The past does come back to haunt you, but if we're smart, we have to move on. Besides, we're only human." Nikita shrugged.

Vincent gave her a thankful look. "That I can live with."

"Chandler." Joe greeted her. "Looks like someone is having a good time getting their life together." He handed her the postcard before marching back to his office.

Cat broke out in a smile when she saw the self made postcard addressed to the Eighteenth Precinct. It was postmarked from Peru and showed Evan, with a beautiful woman, who had her arms around him. The short note indicated the photo was taken at the top of Machu Picchu, in front of a set of ancient ruins. He looked happy and that tugged at her heart because she only wanted that for him, to be happy.

Tess walked into the precinct and Cat handed her the postcard. She looked at it and her face lit up.

"It's ironic, isn't it? I would have never predicted this." She waved the postcard in the air. "Or this." She pointed to the bud vase with a single red rose that sat on her desk. "Or this." She pointed to the radiant smile, also known as the sex glow, on Cat's face.

"It only took him three months. Looks like Evan didn't waste anytime meeting Is-a-bel." Cat pronounced each syllable carefully with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Tess shuffled the stack of papers on her desk and looked up at her with a smug expression. "It doesn't take everyone nine years, spy-fi experimentations, secret government agencies, a kidnapping and life and death to find the right person." She whispered.

"And your point is?" Catherine whispered back, grinning from ear to ear.

Catherine and Vincent's lives had changed dramatically, but the core of who they were had not. Cat had been a cop for almost nine years and although it could be difficult and heartbreaking, she still loved it. More importantly, everyone knew she was good at it. All Vincent ever wanted was to be a good doctor and help people, and now with his humanity restored, he had been given a chance to accomplish this. He understood she had a life to go back to, and she knew he needed to rebuild his.

Without the threat of turning into something less than human, Vincent had been given a new classified identity and it came with a safety net and the freedom to roam the streets of Manhattan with his head up. Knowing this, Cat was ready to go back to work. Ryan pulled some strings and had her re-assigned back to the Eighteenth Precinct's Special Crimes Unit with Tess as her partner.

The two Detectives had fallen back into a comfortable rhythm and the simpatico they once shared had returned. Best of all, when Cat said she was busy, her partner didn't have to wonder where she was, who she was with, and why she was gone.

"We've got a case..." Cat mumbled scanning her computer monitor. She looked up at her partner with astonishment. "Oh... you have got to be kidding?"

Tess quickly refreshed her computer and read the brief report. She returned the look of surprise. "Another vigilante?"

Cat looked at her shaking her head. "Why do I get the feeling we're in a badly written story?"

~End~

Author's Notes:

If you left me a review, I'm baking and sending you cookies! If you take the time to leave me a review now, I'll make sure you're added to my list!

It's hard to make a crossover story work. If you don't watch both shows, it's not easy to get on board, so I truly thank you for reading this. Some of this worked, some of it didn't, but all of it was written in the spirit of overcoming obstacles we face when we're in love.

I love both these shows and I especially like the comic wingmen, J.T. and Birkhoff. I am also a hardcore shipster, so the main characters getting together is a must.

If you watch both shows, raise your hand if you saw the reference to Rob Stewart's character in both shows. He played the BAD BAD ASS Roan in Nikita S1 and 2, and the OH SO NICE Mr. Chandler (Catherine's Dad) in BatB. My first story, Past Present and Future, Chapter Six, I wrote about Sean:

'One of the men in black who had been standing in the background came forward. He was tall, well built and handsome. He gave Catherine's father, Thomas Chandler a second look, something about him seemed familiar.'

LOL

And in Chapter three of this story, I wrote:

Birkhoff looked up and played his keyboard like a concert pianist. He squinted his eyes at the head shots that appeared on the screen. "Does the dad look familiar to you?"

I think trying to introduce the characters in both shows made for lots of unnecessary words. I hope you took something away from the first couple of chapters, but mostly I hope you skipped ahead if you were bored.

Thanks again!

I love you all alot!

~Mochi