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15. Epilogue

Three Months Later

Birkhoff tapped on his keyboard and looked up at the monitors above him. The first screen showed a closed circuit feed of one of Division's undercover vans, another a meeting between a group of men around a conference table, and the third, an off site interrogation room with a disgruntled looking detainee.

Percy walked into Operations, his posture was stiff and he looked gaunt. It had been three months since the incident in DUMBO, and he still suffered from the residual effects of a bullet hitting his Kevlar vest at two thousand feet per second. "What are we looking at?"

Birkhoff looked over his shoulder at him. "Cheong Mission, two man op, he and his wife are being picked up for questioning."

Percy smirked. "These two have been selling secrets to the North Koreans and running the NSA ragged. Oversight asked us to step in, they've been making the other agencies look as incompetent as they are." He squinted at the middle monitor. "What's this about?"

"Meeting of offshore banks, remember you wanted to make sure we had a man on the inside? The tall guy is ours, part of the Terrorist Finance Bank Tracking program. " Birkhoff mumbled.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Get some additional eyes to go over the meeting transcript, ask Michael for one of his fresh agents." He folded his arms slowly in front of him and winced in pain. "Is this Interpol's double agent?"

"Oh yeah, he got busted when Gogol had to regroup." Birkhoff leaned back in his chair and nodded at the screen. He's been pretty tight lipped, they haven't gotten anything useful out of him."

Percy shrugged. "Tell them to can him, a foreign soil prison, for the moment."

The Tech Expert entered a code into the computer. "Okay, whatever you say. I guess this is where the Inquisitor would come in handy."

Percy scoffed at the comment. "Yes she would, however, it seems the Inquisitor is playing for another team."

"How so?" Michael had entered the room and looked on with more than casual interest. "You've made contact with Amanda?"

Percy turned to him slowly; he still had mobility issues with his neck. "Other way around. She's been in touch with us."

Birkhoff hid the alarm he felt. "When did that happen? I never caught wind of any communication with…" He abruptly shut his mouth when he saw the two men staring at him. "Right… need to know bases."

Michael, after years of practice, was an expert at masking his emotions, but news like this tested that expertise. "So what's her status?"

Division's leader looked at him with a hint of suspicion. "Let's just say, she has ingratiated herself with that ice queen at the CIA and they think they're Charlie's Angels. She gave up part of the Missile Money and now Oversight is going along with it."

Birkhoff laughed nervously at the comment and looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye. "Clever one, boss…" Both men knew this changed the relative calm they had been experiencing and trouble was on the horizon.

It seemed, that ten years within Division walls had left its mark on Michael and the prospects of a life outside, escaped him. His identity was based upon the role he had created for himself, a ruthless Division agent, a mentor to young recruits and a man seeking vengeance. He had returned to Division and felt his world shift. With Alex recuperating from her injuries, and Kasim behind bars, he took a good look at his circumstances. For the moment, his place within Division had been secured and his goals met, but it wasn't in his nature to be content, so he dwelled on what was missing. Nikita.

A month after he had returned, while Percy was preoccupied with his own mortality and Amanda's betrayal, he had found a way to contact Nikita, and a month after that, they met. It had been hours of explanations, reasoning and justifications, and more hours about Alex's young age, her injuries and her future. For the first time since she had gone rogue, they found themselves on the same side, but their paths still divided them. They promised to be allies to each other, but neither could guarantee where that promise would lead.

For Nikita, her concern for Alex and her love for Michael made her feel terribly alone. There were no girlfriends or co-workers to confide in, no family to take comfort with. Solitude was something she thought she had accepted but this loss pummeled her heart and made her doubt herself. It told her how much she needed to be part of something, and these memories made her ache for them both.

When Michael had contacted her, it had been incredibly simple, he used the shell program. At first, she thought it was a trick and she refused to acknowledge his messages, but the possibility prodded her and she gave in. She knew it was him, when he asked her to meet him at Shadow Land, but she said no. She feared for his safety and told him to wait until more time had passed. Then one night he just appeared in her safe house.

They sequestered themselves from the outside and the inside, and she had tried to explain to him, what she herself had only recently understood. He had listened and tried to make sense of what she said, and finally with the harsh light of reality shining down on them they agreed, they had one common goal, and if Percy was smart, he should be very worried, for himself and his black boxes. This would keep them focused and give them a mission of their own.

When they parted, they both struggled with the need they felt for each other. He had spent precious hours making love to her, their impending separation intensified their encounter.

"I will never get enough of this." He murmured, tasting her response to his touch and exploring her with his lips. "I will never tire of having you..." He whispered, listening to the sounds she made, the sighs of pleasure and the breathy words she used to urge him on.

The thought of her affected him in ways he couldn't explain. Who they were, and what brought them together, made them realize, there would never be a movie and dinner, a stroll in the park, or a weekend at the beach for them. They both agreed, neither could walk away, a passion this powerful, could not be denied and Nikita knew without a doubt, it would either save or destroy them, and this was a chance worth taking.

Six Months Later

Nikita faced a large clear lake, situated under a canopy of trees that shaded the campsite, a picnic table was her chair, her feet rested on the bench. The air was clean and refreshing, the area was remote and she was left alone with her thoughts. Under most circumstances, she would have enjoyed the quiet solitude, but today she felt anxious. She waited patiently, thinking, hoping and praying that all would go as planned.

She could hear a vehicle approaching, the hum of the engine and the sound of tires on the gravel road, and as it came closer it filled her with apprehension. She took cover behind a clump of brush.

When the jeep parked, and she saw her get out of the vehicle, a joyful smile crossed Nikita's face and tears filled her eyes. "Oh my God... Alex..."

Alex ran up to her and hugged her tightly. "Nikita, I'm fine, really, almost good as new."

Nikita hugged her back. "I've been so worried, I wondered if I'd ever see you again."

Her eyes twinkled and she embraced Nikita again. "They had me on desk duty, but the ranks are low, so I got activated for this op. No more computer assignments. I'm not sure who's more relieved, me or Birkhoff."

"How'd you find this place, there aren't too many places with this much cover."

"Yeah, I was doing research on these Neo-Nazi's and realized that there aren't too many roads that lead right into the forest. This one stuck in my mind and when I brought it up everyone agreed, it was a good place. Anything goes wrong, run into the woods, good place to hide."

Nikita looked at her with concern. "Who's everyone? What about your tracking device?"

"Don't worry, I'm in the next county, on the other side of that ridge, I'm doing reconnaissance. My partner's a good guy, another new agent, and he's got my back. He doesn't know that Michael re-programmed my chip."

At the sound of his name, Nikita smiled, but her eyes were sad. "Are they suspicious? You're not in any danger, are you."

She shook her head. "No, but there is one thing that's come up, it's Amanda, she's resurfaced. Percy's out to get her and for some reason, Michael's all uptight about that. It's been really weird, between Birkhoff, Michael and I, we've been really careful around Percy, and he's been really chill. I think he faced his own mortality and it put him off his game." Her good mood darkened. "I don't remember much of what happened, but Michael's way too high profile for anyone to touch. He told everyone that Thom and I helped him capture Kasim, Percy's has to leave us alone."

Nikita looked at her with sympathy, not pity. "Alex, Thom was trying to save your life, he cared about you, that's why he tried to stop us. There was nothing you could have done. He lost his life because he was a Division agent, this is the price we all pay, your life is always at risk."

Alex nodded her head in agreement. "I know. That's pretty much what Michael said."

Nikita looked wistful. "How is Michael? I've seen him once in the last six months, and we weren't on vacation."

Alex gave her a toothy smile and handed her a slip of paper with a crudely drawn map and directions. "I guess you're due for a vacation then."

Guided by the map, Nikita climbed the forest service road in her car, and eventually veered toward the right. The further she went, the more she had the distinct feeling she was being swallowed up by the trees. It was late in the day and she questioned what she was doing out in the middle of nowhere, but the question answered itself, when she drove into a clearing. An A-framed cabin stood in the foreground, and behind it was an expansive and impressive mountain range, but what took her breath away was Michael. This is how she would always see him, without the smokescreen of his conservative suit, dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of low cut jeans, and a permanent five o'clock shadow on face.

She stepped out of her car and stood next to it, and he walked toward her. If it were not Michael, she might have felt threatened by the dark brooding expression on his face, but instead she hungered for that intensity. She saw it clearly in his eyes, and it consumed her with desire.

Michael was silent as he gathered her in his arms and pulled her into his body, his first kiss was gentle, the next not so much, and then they were all about heat and friction. With one swift movement he lifted her onto the hood of her car and bent over her devouring her with his lips, his tongue, his breath and his body. His hands roamed over her, and found their way under her shirt and her skin burned under his finger tips. He felt Nikita's hands braced against him, holding herself together as if she might shatter like a piece of glass.

He suddenly realized what he was doing and it bothered him to know he had pinned her under him on the hood of her car. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged and her eyes were black with desire, but he still pulled back, alarmed at his actions, ready to apologize for his behavior. Only Nikita would not have any of it, she inwardly moaned at the loss of his body heat and she reached up and pulled him back down on her.

When she started making those small noises that fueled his own passion, he picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He carried her inside the small cabin, where he set her down on her feet, took her hand, and led her up the stairs to the loft. He eased her down on the bed and stretched out next to her, and nothing could hold them back.

Michael was dangerous, edgy and unpredictable, but Nikita felt utterly safe with him, even when he kissed her so relentlessly that she gasped for air. Even when she heard the sound of tearing fabric, and even when he overpowered her, catching her wrists in his hands and holding them down over her head, she trusted him. Their pent up feelings ignited their bodies, and when they finally exploded, it left their worlds shaken.

Afterward, they lay silently in each other's arms, words would only interfere with what they already knew.

Nikita was the first to speak in a sleepy voice. "I know where a black box is hiding."

Ten Months Later

Amanda swirled the white wine in her glass around, and took a sip, enjoying the Chardonnay as it went down. The weather was relatively warm for April and the sidewalk cafe was just the place to spend the afternoon. She had laid low for close to a year, but now she had a new plan. It would be interesting to see how far she could take it.

She looked at her watch, they would be here soon, and as if it was tightly scripted, a vehicle pulled up. Birkhoff got out of the driver's side and Alex out of the passenger side, they looked at each other, before walking up to the table. Amanda gave them a warm inviting smile.

"Thank you for coming, do sit down." Her voice was smooth. "Michael should be here anytime, and I've extended an invitation to Nikita as well."

Birkhoff slouched back in the cafe chair and folded his arms in front of him, he stared at her blankly.

Alex looked at her suspiciously. "Why are we here?"

A deep, raspy voice answered. "We're here to catch up, get reacquainted." Michael had appeared out of no where, he slid another chair up to the table and sat down. "By the way, Nikita sends her regrets, she can't make it."

Amanda shrugged. "That's unfortunate, but I'm sure you can fill her in." She fingered the stem of her wine glass.

"Are you blackmailing us?" Birkhoff stated bluntly.

Her eyes glittered with amusement. "Let's call it an incentive. I've decided that it's time we pooled our talents, we have more in common than you might think. I'd like to see a leadership change in Division, Percy needs to go and I'm looking for a new job and a few good executives."

Alex looked at her incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."

Amanda looked at them with a heavy dose of guile. "I couldn't be more serious. I just want you to know, you may think I'm the enemy, but truly, we're all good friends."

~ The End (isn't possible in Division)

Author's Notes:

My next story, I plan on letting Roan live, at least through the first three quarters of it. Cleaners get no respect, it's a thankless job and Roan in particular just can't get a break.

I am sorry that Thom had to go, but since he already died on the show, I thought I'd travel that same highway.

I felt compelled to write Kasim with some sympathy. Don't get me wrong, he's a murderer and a terrorist, but when I watched episode nine for the third time, I realized he never seemed okay with killing off the wife and daughter. Did anyone else see a hint of remorse in his character?

The real bad guy was The Bodyguard. He deserved more of an explanation, but this is a Mikita story, so the bad guy will have to wait until he gets his own show.

I wrote Amanda as a total psycho witch, with a b. There should always be one character who you never know what they are really about, bingo - Amanda.

I had this whole thing going on in my head about the yacht, they say you should write about what you know and I don't know squat about yachts, so the idea kind of fell flat.

I love NYC, DUMBO is an interesting neighborhood, and although the Tobacco Warehouse is a real place, it's not depicted realistically at all, so if you're from Brooklyn, my apologies.

There is such an art to writing a hot love scene. I have read many a smutty story and I love them. Leaving out the most graphic content and some of the "verbs," and still getting the true content across isn't easy. What I really wanted to the reader to know is that every time is like make up sex time for them.

I'd like to thank those of you who have added me to your story alerts, favorite stories and for the kind, inspiring and helpful reviews. It is very humbling to me, but at the same time, I'm loving it, so in return, this is for you:

If you left me a story alert, you get to have lunch with Michael, believe it or not, he's fond of Mexican food, so have a Margarita or two, my treat.

If you added my story to your favorite list, you get to take Michael shopping. He needs some new threads, so get to work, and start with the basics, if you get my drift. After shopping, cocktails and dinner, at a small secluded bistro, he'll be grateful for your help.

If you left me a review, well Michael's all for giving you one of his world famous back massages, he's at the Astoria Safe House. He said your choice of scented oils and bring a change of clothes, you'll need it.

:o)

As Nikita would say "My plan, my story, my tools. Say it! Team Mikita!" That in a nutshell is what this fan fic is all about. Seriously if you don't like it, don't read it... LOL, I should have said that at the beginning of Chapter One, oh well.

Love,
~Mochi