Hi! Spoilers for s01e16! The ending! Can't wait for the next episode! I used the last scene and am writing from there...

Unexpected

Nikita felt relief wash over her when she walked down the stairs inside her house. It even took some of the tension in her shoulders and back away when she heard Alex voice. She sounded clear, strong again. Did that mean that she had been able to fight the drug? That everything had gone all right? Nikita held her breath in anticipation as she concentrated on what Alex told her. Thoughts of how to finish her plan of getting Alex out of there, flooded through her mind. She had the feeling Alex was in danger. And usually she was right. Division was smart, and not to be underestimated. And that meant that they had to be on alert all the time.

'Are you okay? I was worried.' Nikita asked. She really was.

'Yeah, I'm okay now.' Alex answered in a clear voice. 'Though it was pretty scary there for a while.' Alex admitted as Nikita stepped into her living room in a relaxed gait as she headed for her desk. '.. Which is why I wanted to talk to you.'

Nikita froze in her steps. Everything in her seemed to freeze instantly.

'You know you keep saying…'

Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Alex' voice but she didn't fully register what exactly the younger woman was telling her. Was that...? Was that…? This couldn't be….! Nikita breathed in deeply as she kept standing in the same spot. Just staring at him. The implications, the truth of this was slowly seeping through her frozen state. Michael. In my house. My sanctionary. He had found me. They had found me. Division had found me.

'.. I should get out?' Alex voice seeped through Nikita's shocked state.

'Uhuh.' Nikita managed to breathe out in an answer as she felt this was an absurd situation. Where had she gone wrong? She had been on alert all the time. How could he even be here? He had a really big gun resting in his lap. And he was looking REALLY angry, but he wasn't in a hurry. He seemed relaxed. How long had he been waiting for her here? Had he searched her things first? She felt vulnerable. This was her whole life. All of her secrets were hidden here. And he had uncovered them. Just like that.

Michael just stared at her with ice cold eyes, with that gun resting in front of him. Yes, he seemed relaxed and not in a hurry, but she knew he'd have it aimed at her in less then a second.

'I might be.. Starting to see your point.' Alex said. 'About getting out before it's too late.'

Too late. It was too late for her now. Maybe it wasn't too late for Alex yet. Did they know about Alex too?

'And you know that guy I was telling you about?'

Did Alex lead them here? Lead Michael here? Could Alex still run from Division? Could she be saved?

'I think he might be in danger.'

Nathan, she was talking about Nathan. Nikita swallowed as her eyes couldn't leave Michael's determined face. Had division already surrounded the building? Had he chosen to come in by himself first to take her in without much fuss? Or did he come alone?

'.. Because of me.' Alex admitted.

Somewhere Nikita had always calculated for this to happen, for this to be a possibility. She had just thought that it would take a long while before she would get caught. If they ever caught her. But it would never go like this. Not in her own home. Not while she didn't have ONE clue, not while she was talking to Alex on the phone and would just run into him! All these times, all these times that she was surrounded by Division, that she even was IN division, they couldn't catch her, and now? In a moment like this? A moment that for once she didn't feel danger around, for once she didn't look over her shoulder because this was her safe haven, it had went wrong.

Very wrong.

Nathan, yes, they would go after him too. Just like they had done with Daniel. People were like puns to them, nothing more then things in their way, to be easily disposed off. It was like a big déjà vu, like history was repeating itself.

Nikita didn't know what to say, what to answer. She felt a sickening feeling develop in her stomach, making it's way up to her throat. It was all too much, too much at the same time.

So Alex had finally discovered what Nikita had meant all that time, what she had warned her about. If only she had been more on her guard herself, then this wouldn't have happened.

'Yeah.' Nikita finally breathed out in an answer towards Alex. 'Things are definitely more complicated now.' She said in a low hoarse voice. 'Why don't I call you back later and we'll figure something out.' Nikita said in a monotone voice. If I'm still alive then, if I'm still around then…

Nikita slowly lowered her phone. This could be the last time that I ever spoke to Alex.

Her mouth was open as she stared at Michael, waited for him to act while she slowly closed her phone.

'Ask me how I got here.' He said in his low, strong voice.

She kept staring at him as her mind was thinking crazy about every flight strategy she could think of. Could she run back to the stairs before he would shoot? They'd be outside to catch her. Could she hide behind the pillar and get her gun in time before he'd kill her? Should she let him close to get the gun from him? He was a good fighter… Could she get her weapon before he could fire? Would he really shoot her? Would he pull the trigger or would he flinch? Could she use that in her advantage? Could she talk him out of this…?

Would this be their final face off?

Nikita was going to answer his question, if only to make some more time for herself. Her voice seemed to come from very far as she opened her mouth.

'How did you get here?' She asked him with a dry throat, just like he wanted. She tried to not sound shocked. To not let everything that she was feeling seep through so easily for him to recognize.

'Easily.' Michael answered as he stood up slowly.

Nikita looked from his face to the gun. 'You brought your friends?' She asked as she kept staring at his gun and emphasized the word friends.

'I brought this.' He said as he pointed the gun at her in a swift, fast move.

Nikita swallowed. She almost wanted to take a step back. If a bullet of that gun would hit her, it would probably blast half of her body away. He thought the gun would stop her. He should know better, nothing would stop her.

'Are you going to shoot me?' Nikita asked.

'That depends.' Michael answered.

'On what?'

'I think you know.'

Nikita's nostrils flared as she breathed in. 'I'm not coming with you.' She told him.

'I thought this might persuade you.' He said as he moved his gun a bit to focus her attention on what was at stake here.

She shook her head as she was fully aware of the implications, of what it would mean if he would pull that trigger. 'Nothing will.'

Michael gave her a wicked smile as he eyed her in a mean way. 'Ooo…. I think it will.'

'Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to take me back there?' Nikita asked as she took a small step towards him. Back to hell.

'You should have never left.' He spoke hoarsely.

'We both know that I should have.'

'And secondly, you should have disappeared after leaving. Instead..' Michael said in an irritated voice as he walked towards her and began to circle her. 'Instead you decided to annoy the hell out of me.'

She bit her lip. 'I decided to fight for good, to let justice be done. It wasn't about you.' Nikita bit at him as she had to watch over her right shoulder now to follow him. 'You should try it sometimes, it might make you feel better. Who knows, it might even make you less uptight.' She offered as she was aware that he was standing behind her.

'Always the good Samaritan.' His low voice spat.

He sounded so angry. Why was he so angry towards her? She'd do anything for him.

'Is this personal for you?' Nikita asked as she turned towards him. She looked at the handcuffs he got from his pocket.

He didn't answer her.

'Do you want me Michael?' She asked him bluntly as she took a step towards him. The gun was now one meter away. She swallowed. She felt his eyes on her, on her face, staring directly at her. He wasn't going to let any emotions show. That was clear to her. Very clear.

'I want you….' He said slowly as his eyes turned even colder. '…In division.' He snarled coldly.

She had hoped to have some effect on him with flirtation but again, she seemed to fail. It didn't seem to even touch him.

'Hands up, and if you even try to kick my gun away I'll shoot before you have time to lift your foot off the ground!' Michael snapped.

She tilted her head as she took a step back. He knew her too well. He knew all her moves. She had learned from the best, she had learned from him. She had worked on being able to surprise her teacher in combat, but still, sometimes she had to remind herself to be on alert with Michael, to use different tactics, because he almost knew them all.

'I used to think that you were a good person.'

'Put them on.' Michael ordered as he threw the cuffs towards her. She caught them easily.

'Handcuffs Michael?' She raised both her brows. 'Really? I didn't know you were into that kind of thing.' She said flirtatiously as she let them dangle on one of her fingers. 'Where do you want them?' She asked in a low and seductive voice. She was trying every angle she could come up with.

'Around your wrists Nikita.' Michael threatened impatiently as he aimed the gun at her upper body.

'On the bed?' She tried as she took a step towards him.

'STOP the act Nikita!' Michael warned as his nostrils flared. 'I'm not falling for that tactic of yours. You should have known that before even trying. Now put them on!' He ordered.

Nikita sighed as she took a step back and stared at the cold cuffs in her hands. Then she dropped them on the ground.

'I don't think so.' She said as she looked up at him again and crossed her arms defiantly in front of her chest.

Michael tilted his head annoyed as he pointed the gun at her kneecaps. 'You know I know a lot of places to hurt you. Percy's order was dead or alive. Emphasizes on dead.' Michael said as he took a step towards her threateningly.

'I know.' Nikita whispered. She knew.

He tilted his head to the other side as his dark eyes narrowed.

'I'm not going back to that place again Michael. I'd rather choose death. So you'll have to kill me. And that isn't an act. That's the truth.'

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