"Are you not feeling well?" George asked and Nikita swallowed and nodded her head in agreement with George's words. He reached out and touched her neck softly. Nikita despised this movement now, as she recognized at one of the ways George had made her trust him. She lifted her head and almost snarled if she had not known how important this was to all of Section One.

"They found a lump.." Nikita whispered and pulled away from his touch. George looked to his hand and then to Nikita. He had seen Nikita's psychological profile and had even used it in his current endeavor, but knew that for all of his plans to work, he needed a healthy Nikita.

"Where?" George asked and he watched as Nikita's head dropped. She did not turn around for a long while. When she did, her blonde hair covered her wet face. George turned his head away as he almost felt her pain. Yet, he also thought of how much of an advantage this would give him. Nikita will be worrying about her health.

"I would like not to be watched... it's embarrassing enough... I'm too young for this." Nikita stated as she pulled the computer and looked underneath her disk at the cycling object. She lifted her head and looked to George.

"You realize that breast cancer is very treatable, Nikita. I want you to stay with us. We have the best medical technology." George said even as Nikita's head violently protested. Nikita sat down in the chair and swallowed.

"I was hoping our policy would be about the same. I do not need to look weak now in front of anyone." Nikita said as she looked up at George with her blue eyes. George nodded his head, as he would respect Nikita's wishes. Section One had this almost unspoken policy in situations like this, where the disease was highly treatable, but would take some time for the operative to heal. They would allow for the temporary removal from a Section One approved site.

"I need you to work for a few days, Nikita..." George said and Nikita swallowed as the tears ran down her face.

"The surgery is scheduled for two days." Nikita stated and George nodded his head. He began to worry about the drugs that he had been feeding Nikita as medication for her injuries that got her placed with Oversight, but now it did not matter.

"Take the rest of the week... have the computer with you... I want updated." George said and Nikita nodded her head and dropped her head. George slowly backed out of the office and shut the door for the crying Nikita.

Nikita's head snapped up as the tears instantly dried up. She could no longer control the trembles in her body as she pulled at the cycling computer object. She looked at the files that she had dumped into the disk and smiled at the wall.

"Thank you, George for your attention." Nikita rudely commented as she stood up. She grabbed the computer and her purse and walked quickly out of Oversight. If George was watching, the trembles would be caused by a woman scared for her life, and not of an operative who found out who she really should be loyal to in the world.

*

The park was smaller than what she had expected as Nikita crawled out of her car and pulled down on the hat. There was no reason to give Michael the chance of seeing her from the distance, she could not chance that Michael would run or leave quickly without her getting the change to move on her plan.

She had watched Michael enter the park on foot, as she had seen him do on numerous tapes, not carrying about what the weather was and what else was going on in the part. He would walk to the center near the little statue and sit there on a recently painted bench. At first it seemed as if he was watching the children or the birds, but slowly his head would drop. Those images tore Nikita apart when she first viewed them on tape, but to see them from a distance shredded all of her heart and made Nikita feel like the lowest organism on the planet. She did not deserve Michael's help.

Nikita battled with that decision as she slowly walked down the pathway as Michael stared down at the ground. She could only image what Michael was thinking about and sometimes she would hope that it wasn't her. Nikita often rationalized the actions off as being regret that he could not see Adam and Elena, or he was upset that he allowed himself to be pushed out of Section One. Yet, that rationalization never held long, because Nikita had seen his heartfelt artwork and knew exactly the one thing going on in his mind.

Nikita stopped and shook her head as she stared at him. He still had the firm body that years of being a Section One operative had made the muscle into, but he had lost hope and there was no posture to his sitting. The graceful man, whose shoulders never slumped and never relaxed, was gone, as he was replaced with a shadow. Nikita felt her own body jumping about as she struggled to stand in one place. Had she not been drugged, she might have tried it herself, because she may have been able to think straight. Nikita had been through the realities of withdrawal and the realities of what she would and wouldn't be able to do. Nikita could not allow Section One to die, not because she agreed with their policies all the time, but because it was for Birkoff and Walter and Madeline and Gail, and the other operatives that she cared for.

Nikita pulled the black hat off of her head that had held all of her blonde hair up. She shook it out lightly as Michael's head dropped. She had viewed too many tapes of Michael sitting there for hours, with that head down. He would not lift it for some time and he had not lifted it when people were passing either. Nikita swallowed as she moved over to the bench and stood next to it.

She couldn't find the strength to say any words at first. Suddenly, the twitching and trembles that had been plaguing her body ceased. Fear crept through her system and she closed her eyes, focusing on what needed to be done.

"We need to talk." Nikita finally said clearly and loudly. She had her head turned off to the side, not looking at Michael directly until she felt it. Her head turned slowly to look down at Michael's own turning head. She saw the green eyes floating in a pool of shiny white and his face was speckled with crystal tears that glittered in the sunlight that poured in from the clear sky above. His lips were parched and Nikita saw the day's growth of a beard on his face, and Nikita bite back her reaction to cry herself as they were frozen.

Nikita didn't realize how she first appeared to Michael. It was the image in his dream for days upon end. The sun created a halo around her blonde hair. Her blue eyes matched the blue sky that was behind Nikita's head, as the sky was clear on this warm day. Her lips were pale and thin and Michael's mouth opened.

Suddenly, Michael jumped up as his hands wrapped carefully around Nikita's face. He rubbed the cheeks momentarily and then pulled her lips to his, trying to possess her entire being with his mouth, to have all of her merge with his body.

"Oh, God.. Nikita..." Michael moaned out as he pulled away and looked at her again. He ran his hand down Nikita's arm and pulled the face he ached to have once more back to his, plunging the depths of Nikita's railing body. Nikita closed her eyes as her tears flowed down her face, knowing that soon the reaction would change. She knew that soon that Michael would snap out of the dream he had over and over again, and realized the reality that was set forth in front of him.

"I just want to be with you..." Michael whispered as he pushed his body tighter against Nikita's body. He claimed his mouth again and took permanent home up. His eyes opened and looked at Nikita's body. It was with those open eyes, that Michael pushed back. He never got to the third kiss in the dream and instantly, Michael was aware that he was not in the dream any longer. He stepped back and saw the sun hitting off of the necklace and tensed up in a position of alert that his body had not been in since that last day with Nikita.

"You are dead." Michael stated and Nikita nodded her head as her hands twitched out of her control. She looked into his green eyes as her stomach began to churn and whirl, but Nikita did not know if it was from the withdrawal from the drugs or from the panic that now spread across her body with Michael's intense stare.

"I know, Michael.. I need to explain." Nikita stated in a rushed voice and she waited. From that moment, everything again, stood still, in slow motion as Michael looked at her with eyes of confusion, hurt, and primal pain. Nikita swallowed the acid that had built up in her stomach and threatened to rush forward as she waited for the next move from Michael.

"YOU ARE DEAD!" Michael hollered as his body recoiled his fist forward, connecting harshly against Nikita's right eye. Her head flung around with the force as Michael's fist continued to push forward. His hand dropped instantly to his side as Nikita kept her head turned around as she fought the forging blackness that battled to take away the light.

"I deserved that." Nikita said as she turned her face back around to Michael. She was willing to take any abuse that Michael wanted to give her, as she deserved it. Nikita did not see the worth in her life now as she had destroyed Michael.

"Why don't you punch me again? It will make you feel better." Nikita stated as she looked at the conflicted eyes of Michael as she knew he did not know how to reaction. He still wanted to punch her, and beat her, but he was rejoicing in the fact that Nikita was alive and that for those moments that he held her, that it was real. Nikita swallowed as she saw the frozen man and reached behind her back and pulled the small silver gun out.

"Kill me, Michael. I deserve it. Injury me." Nikita stated as she stared at this man who had been her own enigma for so many years but had also been her life and her love. If he could deem her life unacceptable to himself, then she didn't care if she saved Birkoff and Walter, because what life would be left would not be worth living.

"Nikita, you are bleeding." Michael said as he placed the gun underneath his own jacket and against his back. He pulled out a white handkerchief and handed it towards Nikita. Nikita looked at Michael and lifted her head.

"I know and I need to feel it." Nikita said as she blinked her eyes. Michael stepped forward and pressed the clean white cloth to the steady stream of blood that ran out of her nose. Nikita reached up and touched Michael's hand briefly as she took control of the stopping the immense flow of blood. She had not realize that there had been that much as Michael frowned and looked at the river that had trickled around her lips, down her chin and neck.

"We have to talk. It is vital." Nikita said and Michael nodded his head as he stared at Nikita, as the reality now sunk in that there was plans that he was not aware of now going on and that somehow Nikita had become tangled in the shark's net.

"We will walk." Michael said and Nikita reached out with her free hand and touched Michael's arm. It felt as if a bolt of lightening leapt from Nikita's body to Michael's and then back again. She looked into his green eyes as he focused on her. Nikita was almost making little circles with her body as she struggled to maintain a balance that was difficult with the drug withdrawal and then complicated more with the blow to her face.

"I have my car." Nikita said and Michael dropped his head and Nikita swallowed.

"Michael, there are things I can't discuss here, but I can't walk to your house." Nikita pleaded as Michael lifted his head, now getting away from the idealized picture he had seen Nikita as. He noticed that it appeared as if she had lost some weight and he noticed the slight gleam of sweat that was coating her body. Of course the blood running down her face was not helping the image, but there were items in her appearance and behavior that was out of sorts for the Nikita he had trained. He did not think Nikita would start breaking down in face of an immense mess that she found herself in. She had been too calm during the Adrian period of her life and the plans that stopped Madeline and Operations canceling her. She had been too calm and collective when she found out about Elena and Adam. This would not be normal behavior for Nikita to be having.

"Nikita..." Michael said and he paused as her entire body trembled even more. Michael stopped and tilted his head to the side as Nikita swallowed and closed her eyes briefly. He didn't think he had lost the concept of who Nikita was, although she had played him a harsh hand in this recent plan. Michael had known Nikita.

"I know you crashed your cars Michael... but this time I'll be sitting next to you." Nikita stated and Michael swallowed back his own shock at Nikita's extreme perception of the situation. He nodded his head and held out his hand to lead Nikita to the car. Nikita, instead of taking his hand and accepting his help now, dropped the car keys into his hand.

*

Nikita's hands trembled as she lifted her head towards the mirror. She tenderly wiped the last of the blood off from her face and grimaced. The nose was swelling and the bruising was setting in quickly. Slowly her hand dropped the wash cloth down into the sink and she looked at her shirt. She swallowed, as the blood seemed to ooze out from the material and Nikita's frown continued as her hands shook.

"Would you like some tea to relax?" Michael questioned softly as he walked towards the bathroom door as Nikita pulled the shirt up and over her head. Michael looked at her and then blinked his eyes. In his mind he thought that Oversight had elaborately planned her death but the scars and grooves were huge and red. Michael stepped back and pulled out a shirt.

"Here." Michael said and Nikita dropped her head as she unfolded the shirt, trying to do her best at hiding herself. As long as she was covered, she looked normal and she tried not to think of what was always written on the surface of her body. Nikita felt the warmth of the shirt roll over her skin before she looked back at Michael.

"Would you like some tea? Or rather, some ice?" Michael questioned as Nikita stepped forward and turned off the light from the bathroom, leaving her bloody shirt in the sink with the wash cloth. Nikita slowly shook her head from side to side, finding even that slight movement throwing off her center of balance.

"I have to explain what is going on Michael." Nikita said as she reached out for the chair, more for an anchor than to sit down in. She rounded the chair and Michael sat down across the round table from her, content on waiting for Nikita's responses, but also confused by her behavior and actions. He wanted to trust her without the explanation but he knew it, and Nikita knew it that he needed to hear all of the details, or at least the details that Nikita knew.

"It started before Mick was moved to my apartment building. There seemed to be some sort of splinter group that was contacting and either scaring or killing people who were on Section's green list or contact list." Nikita started out as she placed her hands out on the table. She stared at the shaking hands, wishing she could stop them, but nothing would stop them. Michael looked at the same hands, but did not see it as being unable to control them, but as Nikita being nervous and worked up. Nikita obsessively pulled the hands up, trying to break Michael's focus from them as that staring was making her nervous.

"Continue." Michael stated and Nikita bite her lip. It had been such a long time that she had heard a statement like that, which was so clearly an order. Nikita cleared her throat and threw her hands back down on the table.

"Madeline had Mick moved to my apartment building as a way to protect him from the splinter group. With Madeline, she helped me pick up information about the splinter group, but most of that information was locked deep within Oversight computers that we couldn't access. The decision was then made to make George aware of all the talents that I picked up from Adrian and to get moved to Oversight." Nikita said as she looked up to Michael. The disappointment was written across his face, as it had only been one other time before. One other time that she had played him like this, but Nikita knew this time was different.

"Michael... I swear.. We didn't know how they were taking me into Oversight..." Nikita cried out as her body began to twitch again. She wiped at her nose, as she was desperate to see Michael looking at her and to know that he understood.

"When I saw that gun, Michael.. I was sure that it was Operations... I was sure that I was going to die...." Nikita cried out and Michael shook his head back and forth and he reached out for her. Nikita pulled her head back as her heart began to pound against her tight chest as she fought against the tears.

"Nikita..." Michael whispered and Nikita shook her head back and forth. Some of her blonde hair had caught in her mouth and spat it out in anger.

"I saw my whole life flash in front of me... and there wasn't that much, Michael.. And I saw you.. But I never knew you would hurt this much..." Nikita cried out and Michael reached out and now touched her chin.

"Nikita..." Michael said and Nikita pulled her head back and pushed his hands away, she didn't want his pity, because she had caused enough pain onto him that she deserved pain ten times more.

"Michael.. Don't! I have wanted to make it true... so your pain really meant something..." Nikita cried out and Michael grabbed Nikita's trembling hands into his and glared at her.

"No, Nikita... You're bleeding again." Michael whispered and Nikita violently pulled her hands up and to her nose. She tried to blot it away but it just continued. Michael stood up as Nikita twitched in the chair, only working herself up more as the blood would not stop.

"I don't have time for this... it has to stop.." Nikita commented as she looked around nervously. Michael moved towards Nikita, finding it hard that she had worked the past few months for Oversight with her current state. He moved behind her and held her head back. Slowly he inserted the cotton into Nikita's nostril and then dropped Nikita's head back down.

"Nikita, what is going on?" Michael demanded in a tone that Nikita could not ignore. She could not explain it all to Michael, word for word of what had happened to her since she woke up. She would have to shorten the happenings as she felt the control waning quickly.

"George had me as Foxhound... I'm sure you have hacked enough to know the hatred there is for Foxhound." Nikita stated coldly and Michael nodded his head. He had wondered who it was, but after the initial shock wore off in the park. After Nikita handed Michael the gun, offering him a way to make her death the truth, he knew exactly who Foxhound was and he understood instantly how much trouble Section One must be in for Nikita to run to him.

"Yes, Nikita.... But what is causing this now?" Michael questioned as Nikita pulled a glass out of the cupboard and looked at the crystal. She turned towards the facet and tried to turn the water on. The glass clanged against the metal facet as she tried to wrap her hand around the knob to turn the water on. She looked at the glass and tried to control herself, only to find herself losing more control.

"Stop!" Michael said as he grabbed the glass out of Nikita's hand before it shattered into pieces. Nikita stepped way from the sink and looked to the glass that was now in Michael's hands. Nikita stepped back further and nudged against the chair that she had been sitting in prior to her standing up. Michael turned on the water and filled the glass for Nikita. Slowly, Nikita took the glass and took the slow sip and hurriedly pushed the glass back to Michael before for she dropped the glass.

"Michael, George drugged me. That is how he controlled me. He drugged me." Nikita announced deeply as she fell into the chair. Michael sat the glass on the table and stared at Nikita. She had been defeated and Michael could not phantom what Nikita was going through, and his pain did not seem as painful as it did before.

"Nikita... then you are withdrawing right now." Michael stated and Nikita snapped her head around to look at Michael. She swallowed as everything in her body started to jump without her control.

"I know that Michael... but I have less than 48 hours to save Section One, Michael. George has put the plan in action... and I have to stop it." Nikita announced deeply as she easily remembered the files that she had pulled from the Oversight computers. She knew how George planned on going into Section One and retrieving what he needed before he exploded the building down to the rubble some five hundred feet underground.

"Nikita... what drugs... then we will deal with the rest." Michael said and Nikita looked the purse that she had dragged in. Michael knew that she had to have something within that purse and quickly pulled out the small computer devise and scanned down the list that Nikita had jotted down that she had remembered.

"Looks like a medicine cabinet. You know you aren't going to get any better for some time." Michael said and Nikita nodded her head as she hated to admit how desperate she was for Michael's help in this matter. There was now way she was going to be able to save Section One without him, even if she had warned Madeline of the happenings.

"I have something that helps with the withdrawal, Nikita... You will trust me?" Michael questioned and Nikita nodded her head. Nikita knew that for her not to trust Michael now would be ridiculous, because it should be Michael who did not trust her, and he was. Michael looked at the computer again and frowned. He knew that the files contained there needed to be transferred to a better saving device, and he quickly set that up as he pulled out the small container of medicines from Section One that he had maintained just in case.

"This is going to make you throw up and then sleep." Michael said and Nikita shook her head as she pulled away from Michael's touch, but ended up almost falling to the floor with the lack of balance.

"We have to plan.... To save Section..." Nikita said and Michael narrowed his eyes and looked at Nikita.

"Having a plan isn't going to work if you can't stand up straight and can't shoot a gun as a standing target." Michael said and Nikita nodded her head as she allowed the medicine to be passed into her body and she hoped that it would be the last drug ever to be introduced into her system.

"The plan..." Nikita said sternly and stubbornly and Michael touched her face softly and shook his head. He needed to look at the files and decide what to do, but looking at Nikita, he forgot one thing. She was probably the one who knew the most of what was going on.

"Is George going in to recover essential players?" Michael questioned and Nikita shook her head and dropped it. She swallowed hard as her stomach tried to run to her mouth. Nikita moved past Michael quickly, seeking out the bathroom that she had been in a few moments ago.

Michael looked at the door as she slammed it into his face, as it revealed too much to Nikita's own fragile psyche. She didn't want anyone to see her like this and Michael closed his eyes. When Nikita had come to Section One, it was after a period that she had ceased taking drugs, and he never had to see Nikita like this. He knew that she had probably suffered at least one major withdrawal on the streets, if not a lot of minor ones when the money was tight. Michael pushed at the door as the water began to run in the sink.

"You should get to bed.... Sleep for a few hours before worrying about this." Michael said and Nikita shook her head as she leaned on the edge of the bathtub and looked up at Michael with her bloodshot eyes. She gasped for air and Michael pushed the hair out of her face for her.

"This is my mess Michael. I have to clean it up." Nikita said as her head began to sway back and forth before slumping forward in the induced sleep. Michael picked up her body lightly in his arms and placed her down on the bed, which was not far away. He stroked her hair lightly and sighed, wishing he knew everything that Nikita did.

"You don't have to clean it up alone, 'Kita." Michael whispered as he turned and left the room, ready to gather all the information he could before the detoxification drugs wore off and Nikita woke back up.

*

The light hurt the tender eyes as the hands started to push against the blanket. It was a familiar experience and trying to grasp of what the hands were touching was as difficult as knowing where one was. Nikita pushed up with her hands; her eyes squeezed tightly together until two hands pushed against her shoulders and then held her up.

"Nikita..." Michael's voice drifted in and Nikita's eyes filled with tears. She had hurt him so much and to hear his voice was painful, and she wished that the dreams would stop. She shook her head as it still felt as if she was floating within a turbulent sea.

"Nikita..." Michael whispered again, as one of the hands moved to her face and wiped at the tears and Nikita's eyes opened to find Michael staring at her with his own drawn face. The reality instantly fast forward itself to the crisis that Nikita was finding herself within. As Nikita gained her awareness, Michael's hands pulled away and slowly raised a cup towards Nikita.

"Let's try some tea. I hope it isn't too harsh on your stomach." Michael whispered as he wrapped his hands around Nikita's and helped the still shaky hands to Nikita's lips. He watched her throat move as she swallowed and then he pulled it away.

"Thank you." Nikita stated as she pushed her hair back, and looked to the clock. She had slept too long and she started to kick her legs out of the bed, when again, the firm hands of Michael's pushed against her body.

"We can talk here. I need you to explain a lot of things." Michael said and Nikita nodded her head as she dropped her head. It was difficult the first time she had seen the files to understand what they were and the total impact was still unknown to her. All she knew was that the files were damaging to George and for that reason, she could save Section One with them, and those that she cared about.

"The files... are from George's computer." Nikita said slowly as she leaned back against the backboard of the bed and looked at Michael. He was perched on the edge of the bed, leaning towards her to hear the information.

"Let's start first with how you shook George's watchers off of your back.... It will become important for when we reenter Section One." Michael said and Nikita nodded her head and lifted her head a little with a slight smile.

"I didn't believe that it worked so easily... but I told George that I found a lump in my breast and that I was going to have surgery to remove it at a civilian hospital." Nikita said and Michael's body leaned back as he shook his shorter hair back and forth.

"How could you have known to use that!" Michael exclaimed but as soon as he focused back onto Nikita's eyes, he realized that Nikita didn't have a concept of what he was speaking about.

"George's wife about fifteen years ago died from breast cancer. I hope this luck continues." Michael commented and Nikita was almost ready to laugh, had it not been a serious crisis on her hands that she was stuck in the middle of.

"Luck is what was on those files, Michael. George would not want Operations to find out that the Adrian that I worked for and the Adrian that he cancelled is not the real Adrian." Nikita said and Michael swallowed and stared at Nikita. The files he read had nothing to deal with Adrian at all, and now he was worried that maybe the drugs were now effecting Nikita's memory.

"Nikita... those files were about missile attacks." Michael said and Nikita looked at Michael and sat up in the bed as her head began to bound again like it was a bass drum. She closed her eyes and tried to focus the pain away, and found it growing in intensity.

"That is before it is decoded. Remember, I work for Oversight, I know their little tricks." Nikita stated and Michael swallowed that fact hard. It was easy to forget that, and pretend that Nikita was still working for Section One.

"The real Adrian had a major stroke, and is bedridden and can't speak. She lives about an hour away from here." Nikita said and Michael stood up and moved away from Nikita. She looked at Michael pacing and she slid out of bed.

"I'm going to take care of this Michael. I don't want to involve you any further. I feel a lot better." Nikita said and Michael snapped around in anger.

"You are going to do this by yourself? How do you plan on doing that?" Michael demanded and Nikita narrowed her eyes as she looked at Michael. Michael was able to get in contact with Walter, pretending that he was Nikita. What he found out was not what he wanted to know, and to tell Nikita that the withdrawal from the drug was only beginning was something that she was not going to listen too. Oversight had used a drug on Nikita that Section One had even stopped using.

"Michael.. YOU ARE FREE! I bargained my life away for your FREEDOM! I don't want to take that away!" Nikita cried out as she moved towards the door and Michael pulled her arm towards him and spun her into his body.

"That will be my decision Nikita. If you go back now, I won't be free. I will be haunted... by you." Michael said as he moved in closer to Nikita and she pulled away before his lips could touch hers, worried that he was just using her and afraid that he was telling the truth.

"I won't be staying, Michael. My mission hasn't even begun! I have to find the splinter group.. When all of this mess is done!" Nikita cried out and Michael shook his head, finding the words that Nikita was saying difficult.

"You can't, Nikita. You are going to have to abort the mission." Michael said and Nikita pulled even further away from Michael.

"I will not. Innocents... are in danger of this splinter group." Nikita harshly and Michael tried to reach out for her again. He knew that he needed to give her the antidote of the medicine and to do so, he had to get to Walter's station and gather the syringe. Even then, it was going to be difficult on her body. The mess that Nikita had gotten herself into this time was even deeper than the Adrian mess.

"What innocents, Nikita?" Michael hissed and Nikita turned and glared at him.

"Elena and Adam if I can't stop them!" Nikita yelled and moved out the room. Michael stood frozen in the room and closed his eyes. He heard the slamming of some objects in the hallway as if Nikita was searching for Michael's supplies. His heart began to pound. Now he was in the mess. If Nikita didn't abort the mission, he did not want to know what Operations would do, and if she did, his son, Adam, the boy with Michael's own smile, would not live to be a man.

*

Silently, Nikita pressed up against the wall and turned to Michael in the dark. This was his last chance to turn back, and go back to his freedom. Nikita turned and moved to Michael. She shook her head and touched his shoulder.

"I want you to leave this to me." Nikita said and Michael shook his head. He knew that if he allowed Nikita to go in alone, that she would die, either from not having backup in her attempt to reestablish order in Section One, from all of Section One imploding, or from the drug that needed to be deactivated in her body.

"I am not going, Nikita. There are people in there that need me to help you." Michael stated and Nikita sighed and pressed her body against the wall again as she began to type the access code that she had lifted from the most recent raid on Oversight computers. She had run into her office to gather a few computer supplies on the way into Section One, knowing that George had gone to Section One to gloat his victory.

"Remember.. I have to get the reversal codes... and that Oversight guards will have the big red o on their left shoulder... the perfect place to place a bullet." Nikita stated as the door opened up. Nikita did not feel like a fine tune operative, instead she felt heavy as she moved down the hallway and promptly disposed of two Oversight guards. Michael crossed the hallway and started down the hallway with Nikita, not seeing other guards, knowing that more than likely they were posted in highly secure areas.

Nikita reached out and looked at Section One's main console, they were on a count down of less than thirty minutes. Nikita nodded her head to Michael as they moved down towards Birkoff's area in a light jog. That was where there were more Oversight guards, and quickly, the two partners disposed of the guards without much trouble. Nikita turned around and found George glaring from above in the glass office.

"NIKITA!" George hissed and Nikita glared at him as Michael slowly approached Birkoff with the codes that Nikita had gained from her Oversight computer. Birkoff needed to make three disks in order for the countdown in Section One to be called off, and it was going to take some time. Michael looked to Nikita as she stared up at George.

"Thought I was down for the count...." Nikita stated firmly as Madeline and Operations looked down at the mess that had found its way around Nikita's feet. Madeline had realized when the alarms and lock down began in Section One, that Nikita's warning was coming true, but when George came in to gloat, Madeline was sure that Nikita had been only a pond in the game. Madeline looked down to where Birkoff was and saw Michael. Madeline sighed; wishing that one of them could have made it out. She didn't understand what was going on at the computer, but she was sure that now Nikita was just making sure that George died with them all.

"Nikita.... I order you to take Michael and fall out..." George said and Madeline glared at George, shocked at the order and then even more taken back as Nikita slowly raised her arm. There was a disk shining in the air and Nikita looked directly into George's eyes, as Michael leveled his gun and shot at incoming guards.

"If I fall out... I give this to Oversight..... The truth." Nikita stated and George glared at Nikita. He leaned back and laughed.

"But Section One would still be destroyed." George said and Nikita looked up and smiled at George.

"But you haven't cancelled everyone in Section One, by blowing this place up... Yes.. You'll have me out there. And Michael... but I think you are missing someone..." Nikita said slowly and she watched as George's face turned white. He did not need to ask Nikita what she had in her hand.

"George... who is outside of Section that we don't know about?" Madeline questioned and George looked to Nikita as she looked to Michael.

There was silent communication going on between the two, and Nikita clutched her gun as three more Oversight guards ran towards the area. Michael pocketed the two disks and looked up at George, hating the man more, wishing that they did not have to leave, because when they leave to save Section, George was going to run.

"Call your troops off, George. You aren't going to win." Nikita stated and George shook his head.

"I found the information, Nikita... Oversight believes that this is right.... " George said and Nikita tossed the disk to Michael and he popped it into another computer.

"Of course.... You have the real Adrian hidden away in a hospice... waiting to die from the severe stroke that took her body away from her.... She doesn't remember anything..." Nikita said as the image popped onto all the screens around Section One. Nikita lifted her head and smiled enigmatically at George.

"That isn't my only copy, in fact... I found the entire list of Oversight staff, and that file and some others, like the ones that you gave to me to have me think that Section One was evil, are on their desks." Nikita stated and again, George's face turned white.

"Nikita... let's go.. We have to get to level 19." Michael said and Nikita lifted her gun and looked up at George.

"GET THEM! CANCEL THEM!" George yelled into his communications unit as the game was afoot, Section One's two best operatives, both of which had been out of active duty for several months and one who was drugged with a poison, against an undetermined amount of Oversight guards, and a clock that was ticking down too quickly.

*

Breakneck was the speed that both Michael and Nikita ran at as they rounded the corner and found the line of Oversight guards with their guns lined up on them. Nikita started to lose her balance, and started to slide across the floor, taking out a few of the guards as Michael showered them with bullets, hitting at least 4 red 'O' instantly, as Nikita stood up and shot at the guards she had wiped out. Michael moved down the hallway, angry at how fast his gun was emptying and he realized that Nikita's was also.

They turned to the right, seeking out the elevator for the direct route to Level 19, when they pointed their guns, as Walter moved down the hallway. He tossed some machine guns to them and Nikita turned quickly to continue. Michael looked at Walter, as he knew that Nikita did not talk to him earlier, because Nikita would have asked for the antidote before turning around. Michael didn't have time to worry about gathering the antidote as the guards continued to swarm around them, and together, Michael and Nikita pounded their way to the elevator. The doors shut as the gun battled continued and Michael was sure that it was Walter protecting their precious lead.

Nikita pushed against the back of the elevator as she gasped for air. She struggled to maintain on the consciousness that she was going to need. Michael stepped forward and handed Nikita the three disks. He stroked her hair.

"Nikita... I have to tell you..." Michael said and Nikita looked to Michael as she pushed the disks into her pocket. She tilted her head to the side as she fought the fatigue that took her body over.

"What, Michael? Can't it wait? We are under pressure here." Nikita stated and Michael looked to her had stroked her face.

"You are doing amazing." Michael commented, not able to bear the terror that he cared with his mind. It would not matter if she got the antidote now if she couldn't stop the countdown to implode Section One. Michael also knew that there would be mass mayhem in the aftermath, with Oversight guards continuing to fight Section One, as Michael was sure that George had already exited. If there was that mass mayhem, Michael might have the time to grab the antidote from Walter, since Walter knew Nikita needed it. If they got through this, Michael would get that antidote to Nikita first and explain everything later

The downward movement stopped and Nikita looked at Michael with opened eyes. She steadies herself and pounded at the panel. She tried to access the controls with her Oversight passwords and swore, as they did not work. She turned to Michael and looked at the floor.

"We are on Level 17. We can't die in here." Nikita stated and Michael nodded his head in agreement. Nikita pulled out the explosive and Michael looked at Nikita, there wasn't much protection in the small elevator and as Nikita set it for ten seconds, Michael pressed Nikita against the wall and covered her with his body.

The entire body of the elevator shook as the explosive went off, leaving a hole not as big as either of them expected. Michael did not feel much pain as most of the debris continued to fall to the bottom of the elevator. Nikita poked her head out of the elevator and grabbed hold of the small hand bars that were on the bottom. She climbed like a child to the end of the elevator and then made a leap for the little platform that was tight against the wall. Nikita gasped for some air as the impact pushed it out of her lungs.

Michael moved in a similar fashion and ended up to Nikita, but without the lack of energy. He thought he may have been tired, from being inactive for such a time, but that was not so. He seemed to be gaining it as he went, but that did not stop his concern for Nikita as she hung onto the pipe on the wall, although there was a good foot of walking space for her to place her feet on.

"Are you ok?" Michael asked and Nikita gently nodded her head and looked down at the wall, to the opening to Level 19 as the debris finally hit the bottom. Nikita did not want to know how many Levels there were in Section One, but from the time it took the debris to fall, it was an awful way down and it reminded Nikita of the joke of digging to China from her childhood. She was sure that if Section thought they could do it that they would.

"Do we have to climb down?" Nikita questioned and Michael nodded his head as he stroked her cheek. Nikita closed her eyes as now she battled with vertigo. It was a person on drug withdrawal nightmare as she tried to focus in the dark to the dark pipes that surrounded her.

"You stay here. Give me the disk, I'll do it." Michael said and Nikita shook her head as she started to lower her body, reminding herself that it was only one floor.

"I have the codes, you can't do anything." Nikita said and Michael closed his eyes. He moved down along with Nikita. They hit the landing next to the door and waited. Michael tried to pull the doors open and then found them more than locked.

Nikita looked down to the floor and saw a small panel. Nikita touched Michael's hand and had him hold her waist as she punched at the panel. Michael waited and pulled Nikita quickly up when the door opened up, almost taking her head off with them.

It was quiet in the hallway that was decked out in white. She moved down the hallway, holding her gun at her side as Michael walked with his back pressed against hers, finding no guards walking towards them and nothing else. Nikita stopped and pressed her hand against the panel next to the security door and the door swung open. Michael was about to enter the room as Nikita pushed her hand out to the side to hamper his entrance in.

"No, Michael." Nikita said as she stuck the gun out and the blue line of electricity was seen flooding the line of the doorway. Nikita looked to Michael and handed him the disks.

"You aren't serious. The electricity will kill you!" Michael exclaimed and Nikita looked to the panel.

"We have less than five minutes. Do you have other ideas?" Nikita asked evilly as she handed the disk to Michael so that he could hand them to her once she was in. She leapt through the electricity field and fell to the ground twitching.

"NIKITA!" Michael screamed and Nikita lifted her head and pulled her body up. It felt as if her entire body was pushed into Walter's panels, and she reached in-between the two lines of electricity to pull in the disks. She slowly started to circle the four computers that were on the desktop as Michael stared at her. She moved to the computer on the left-hand side and slid in a disk. Slowly the computer came to life.

"Hurry." Michael stated and Nikita lifted her eyes to Michael and swallowed. There was clock in the middle of the computers and Nikita did not need Michael reminding her to hurry. She was trying to work as quickly as possible.

Nikita slid in the second disk as the first computer stopped it's cycle, and in doing so, locking down the Directory safely. If nothing else worked, those operatives that weren't currently inside a Section One building would at least no be killed right away by Oversight and hopefully they would be smart enough to run far away.

Nikita snapped the last disk in the computer and lifted her head towards Michael. She crossed the room, as she had nothing else to do but to wait. She could only hope that the computers worked fast enough to stop the implosion. She reached her hands out in between the lines of electricity and touched Michael.

"This isn't want I expected when I said I wanted to see you again." Michael whispered and Nikita nodded her head and dropped it slightly. She looked down and saw the necklace that had worked it's way out from underneath the black field clothing that she had been wearing.

"Madeline said that you bought this for the woman that you loved.. And that was when you were with Simone..." Nikita stated as the clock announced it was one minute left. Nikita felt as if the entire building stopped, praying that her and Michael made it, staring at the clock, ready to accept their destiny if that was what was to come.

"I was with Simone to spite Section, Nikita. I knew that someday I would find the one I love." Michael stated and Nikita could not stop but focusing on the present tense of that last statement. That he found the woman that he loved. Nikita looked at the necklace and ached to be with him when the time came for Section One to explode, yet she did not feel that she would survive another leap through the electricity.

"BEEP!" "BEEP!" The two computers loudly squeaked and Nikita looked towards the computers as the entire room started to glow as if trying to upload all of Section One at once.

"Sequence Stopped. Sequence Stopped. Reloading Mainframe." A female computer voice announced as red lights flooded the room that Nikita was standing in and the electricity field turned off from the door. Michael stepped in with the gun slung around his shoulder as Nikita moved to the computers.

"The Directory is intact... it's searching the system for the leader." Nikita stated and Michael turned his head and looked at Nikita.

"You mean it might not be Operations?" Michael asked and Nikita turned and looked at Michael. The computer beeped that an Oversight code had to be entered. Nikita slowly punched the code in and waited as the numbers and letters cycled in and then were accepted.

"Paul Wolfe resume control." The female computer voice announced and Nikita turned and looked to Michael as he touched her hand.

"We have to go... there are still Oversight guards with orders to cancel us." Nikita stated and Michael nodded his head. He stopped as he watched the elevator door open up. Michael slammed Nikita to the floor and shot the Oversight guards as they tried to exit the elevator, which they had, place a door over the hole for them to stand in. Michael moved to Nikita and smiled.

"We at least get a ride up." Michael stated and Nikita nodded her head as she stepped in. She was unsure of what they would find once they stepped out of the elevator on the main floor of Section One, but she was ready for anything and she was sure that Michael was also.

*

The doors of the elevator opened and Nikita pointed her gun directly on some Section One operatives. They pulled their guns away as Nikita stumbled forward. Michael grabbed her arm, as she looked like she was ready to fall over. The withdrawal from the drugs and the drug that needed to be deactivated with the antidote plus the diving through the electrical field had done its damage to Nikita.

Nikita looked to the floor, as the litter of Oversight guards sprawled out on the floor. Nikita turned her head as she swallowed back the vile bile that wanted to pass out of her stomach. Michael helped Nikita out of the maze of bodies and onto steady ground, neither one of them looking back.

"What is our position? How many Oversight guards are still alive?" Nikita questioned Walter as he moved to Nikita. Walter shook his head to Michael and the man frowned, as he knew that Walter was not carrying the antidote with him. Michael would have to get it soon, as Nikita's body seemed to be on a downward spiral.

"We don't have a clue. There is a bunch around Birkoff's station.... We are worried to shoot at them because of the kid...." Walter said and Nikita looked to Michael. She wasn't going to allow Birkoff to get killed. Her foot moved forward, but something was holding her back. Michael had grabbed hold of her belt hoops on the mission pants, stopping her motion.

"Nikita... this isn't your fight alone..." Michael said and Nikita turned back around and stared at him.

"Look, Michael.... I work for Oversight still. Don't blind yourself to that fact.... Operations will not be kind to me." Nikita said as she pushed her hand down on Michael's hand, and the belt hoop broke free from the pants. Nikita moved forward, pulling out the explosive device.

"If you all want to be safe.. I would circle around and to the other side of the Section.... More than likely the guards will run in that direction." Nikita said as she slapped the explosive on the wall and moved down the hallway, totting the gun.

"What the hell!" Walter screamed as he pulled Michael down the hallway as the operatives began to scatter. Nikita's behavior was erratic and no one understood what she was doing, but since she was slapping explosives up, they were going to follow her orders.

"I need that antidote.... Before she runs the hell out of here..." Michael hissed into Walter's ears and Walter shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Walter demanded as they rounded the corner and jogged down the stairs so they could run underneath to gain access to the area that Nikita had indicated. Walter stopped and pulled open a door and started deep within. Michael closed the door and followed, knowing that Walter had accessed another route into his area of specialty.

"The less you know the less dangerous it will be. Just give me that antidote." Michael said as they walked up the stairs and slammed into the fence. Outside of the fence, the Oversight guards were seen circling around Birkoff. As the explosives went off, Nikita slid into the area and took a position on top of Birkoff's station. The Oversight guards were confused, and most began to run as Nikita started to shoot at them.

Walter was trying to pull Michael back when he saw the syringe and opened the fence and dashed out after Nikita. The place was more than mayhem, people shooting others, most of them not knowing if they were hitting Section or Oversight.

"CANCEL HER!!!!!" Operations screamed from the glass office as Michael pulled Nikita down off of the desk and slammed the needle into her arm. He looked as Nikita pulled away after the medicine was pushed into her system. She shook her head and dashed off as the operatives hesitated in moving against Nikita, and still tried to shift through the dead and almost dead Oversight guards.

Michael watched as Nikita ran off, and turned on his own men. He pulled the gun out and looked at several men from his own team. Michael's face hardened, as he knew he could not fight against all of the Section One operatives.

"SHE SAVED YOUR DAMN BUTT!" Walter screamed out as he came to Michael's side, turning against his own Section One operatives.

"CANCEL NIKITA! AND ANYONE WHO IS PROTECTING HER! SHE IS THE ENEMY!" Operations hollered out.

"She stopped the computers from imploding this place.... If you knew how to read a computer screen you would know that!" Birkoff screamed out in defense of the woman who had protected his own young behind. He pulled a small gun out and joined the small force of Michael and Walter and turned against the operatives who appeared willing to carry out Operations' orders.

"She is Oversight!" an operative yelled out Michael as he pushed the gun to the man's face.

"Then why would she bring me back to this place? Why would I defend her to lose my freedom again?" Michael hissed out and most of the men that had been on Michael's team turned around and faced off against the other operatives. All the while, their feet were tripping up and over the dead guards from Oversight that George had brought in. George was long gone but Michael was sure he would continue to be a problem in Section One.

"ENOUGH! EVERYONE PUT THEIR GUNS DOWN!" Madeline ordered over the crowded as she glared at Operations. She looked down as Michael tilted his head back, not dropping his weapon and inch. Michael glared at Madeline and then slowly placed the gun down, and the trend continued. Walter looked around as every placed their guns down on the floor. Walter turned and pushed the gun underneath his belt and swaggered off to his area.

"Now, lets clean this place of the Oversight guards and restore passwords and ranks before we go giving and listening to orders." Madeline said as her attention moved to Operations. She turned and watched as the operatives moved about and started the huge task at hand, reestablishing Section One.

"Michael... my office." Madeline said as she turned and moved away from Operations. Michael looked at Operations and swore that the man's day would come sooner or later. He had tried one too many times to kill someone who saved his own behind. Michael turned off and trudged to Madeline's office, not carrying how much blood he stepped through. He looked to his hand and saw that the syringe was still in his hand. He dropped it to the floor and smashed it with his foot.

*

Michael stepped into Madeline's office and moved down the stairs as he focused on Madeline as she stood next to her desk. She lifted her head and raised a hand and Michael stopped.

"I don't want blood all over my office as it is in most of Section. I dislike it when operatives come in my office dirty." Madeline said with narrowed eyes and the door behind Michael closed. Michael tilted his head off to the side and stared at Madeline.

"I didn't think you would take it this well, Michael. It must have been difficult to know that Nikita was alive all that time." Madeline said slowly and Michael closed his eyes. He hadn't had much time to think about the implications of all that. He had been too worried about Nikita's health and saving Section One that he had no time to think of his own pain.

"It hasn't been a priority. My feelings have taken up too much time in the past few months." Michael replied slowly, but Madeline had already made his mind start to churn. Yet, he could not get angry with Nikita, as he knew the facts of what had happened to her.

"And I have to know if you knew that she was alive?" Michael questioned before Madeline could counter with another emotionally blowing questioned. Madeline leaned back and circled in a wide circle before turning back to Michael.

"For a while I thought it was Operations, because of the authentic of the Medlab procedures, and I am still trying to figure out how long Nikita's heart had been stopped before George got it beating again." Madeline admitted and Michael nodded his head, glad to find out that the pain that was expressed on the videotape that most of Section One had seen was real.

"I saw her healed wounds... and I also saw the effects of what George did to her." Michael said and Madeline nodded her head and moved back to her desk. Michael stood still in that one spot, waiting for Madeline to respond.

"The drugs... did you get the antidote into her?" Madeline questioned and Michael slightly motioned yes as he turned his head off to the side. He could still see Nikita's eyes as he pushed that needle deep into her arm. Her eyes held the shock and pain, as she did not know she needed an antidote. She probably ran off believing that Michael had drugged her into cancellation.

"Yes, but it was after Operations ordered for Nikita's cancellation." Michael said and Madeline swallowed and bites her lip, but that was all away from Michael's view. Nikita had very low trust in people and that one action may stop all further contact with Michael. Madeline knew the risks of the antidote, as a small percentage of operatives survived while under the care of a doctor, but many others, who didn't seek care, didn't survive. The others, survived with nothing and Madeline looked up to the ceiling, hoping that Nikita would still be able to run and not have any ill effects of the antidote.

"You may know more about what occurred, and I cannot discuss anything that Nikita might have said, but I fell it is important for me to advise you that Operations is not aware of the situation as he is not cleared from participate in the actions that Nikita was first recruited to deal with." Madeline said and Michael turned his head and his eyes expressed the utter shock of the statements.

"So, Nikita has run off... to finish something that we don't know enough about... thinking that I tried to cancel her.... And on top of that cancellations orders on her that she does not know are now cancelled themselves." Michael stated and Madeline pressed her lips together.

"I didn't say that there was a suspension in the orders from Operations. He says he will meet with all operatives about that in a few hours, once we clean Section from the blood of Oversight." Madeline said and Michael nodded his head and rubbed his chin lightly with his hand. If Operations was still going to continue after Nikita, his life was going to be more complicated, trying to stay one step ahead of Operations, but he would make it happen.

"Do you know what code Nikita used in the computers?" Madeline questioned and Michael shook his head.

"There was an electrical door that she jumped through. She wouldn't allow me to see the codes." Michael said and Madeline nodded her head, not worrying about the access to files that Michael was not authorized for.

"Well, whatever she did, it provided us with more autonomy from Oversight." Madeline said and Michael grazed his teeth over his bottom lip as he tried to think if he should continue on. Yet the small gesture made Madeline step forward and look at him with intensity that told Michael that she knew he was holding back.

"She did leave those files for Oversight about George." Michael said and Madeline's face glowed with a smile.

"That would be why George hasn't called us yet. They are probably reassigning the position now." Madeline said and she turned around. Madeline found herself deep in the thoughts of who was going to take George's position that she almost forgot that Michael was standing there, still covered with the blood of Oversight. She turned around and looked at Michael.

"Remember, I need your silence, but I will keep in informed. I am sure that once Nikita has cleaned off of the drugs that communication will be restored." Madeline said and Michael nodded his head and left the office. Madeline looked to her desk and sighed, as the worries came to her mind if Nikita would even make it alive this time.

*

Fear caused irrationally thinking and it was the medicine coursing through her body that caused the erratic driving as Nikita wanted as far away from Section One as possible. She had almost run out of gas and when she did fill the tank up, Nikita found herself extremely thirsty. The owner of the gas station looked at Nikita as she pulled the two gallons of water to the side and started to chug them down.

Nikita didn't stop until she almost crashed the car onto an incoming truck. Although she was trying to run from Section, she didn't want to get herself killed. It wasn't until she was checked into a sleazy hotel room that she thought again.

She looked into the mirror and thought that she was seeing a ghost. Her face had only swollen up further. Nikita pushed her hand up to touch the face and grunted in pain. She didn't care if the face was broken, as she remembered that Michael had done it.

Nikita looked to her arm and the tears started to roll down her face as the pain in her head intensified. She pulled her sleeve up, and noticed that some of the blood had soaked through the black shirt and stained her skin. She looked up the arm to where Michael had plunged the needle into her. It was deeply black and blue and Nikita's eyes filled up with fat tears.

"I THOUGHT HE CARED!!!" Nikita screamed as she dropped to her head. She looked around and grabbed the pale. She was hot and she needed to cool off. She was sure that Michael had placed a drug into her that was going to slowly kill her. She deserved the pain; she had made him hurt so much. Nikita was hurting as she had turned her trust back on Michael, hoping that he understood how much she hurt seeing him like that, but she was wrong. She had hurt Michael beyond repair.

Nikita stumbled out of the room as the room next to her banged out like a bass drum. Nikita ran a hand along the wall until she stumbled into the ice machine. She pressed her hand against the lever and nothing came out. Nikita shook her head as she lifted her black shirt up and off of her body. She was getting hot, and in doing so, it left Nikita in nothing but a tank top as she ran down the stairs. Searching for ice.

"YOU ARE OUT OF ICE!" Nikita screamed at the Russian woman at the desk who had headphones on. Nikita had tried to speak to her before, but Russian was always one of the languages Nikita allowed Michael to handle all the time.

Nikita turned her head and saw a little convenience store across the road. She pulled her body out and the frigid air hit her body, and Nikita finally found relief in the air, not caring that it was below zero. She stepped out and then stopped.

There was a cat meowing and Nikita turned to search it out, feeling sorry for the cat. Nikita stopped just shy from the bags of garbage from the hotel room and stopped as her body went rigid.

"Michael!" Nikita screamed out as her body flopped forward, her arms spread out and her legs buckle. Her face laid deep into a black bag and she made not another movement.

*

Michael stood in the middle of Section One, almost four hours after Madeline had everyone place their guns down. The bodies had been dragged away and returned to Oversight, and the blood had been bleached away from the floors several times and the heavy cleaner still hung in the air and burned the eyes of the operatives that had been pulled into the area.

Michael looked to Walter and then back to the glass office. There were rumors floating around of what was going on, but all it could be was rumors. Michael knew probably the most in comparison to everyone else, but no one would approach him for his view on the situation. He was the first one who had turned against Operations' orders and the fact that he was still standing was a testimony of Michael's own power and statue.

Operations appeared in the glass office, looking down over his people, appearing as the dictator he was. He nodded to the people as Madeline stood off to the side, not looking like a woman who agreed with Operations.

"Today we had several issues come to light. I will not discuss them, as we have to take what we have now. What we have now is an renegade operative on the loose." Operations said as he scanned the room and then landed his eyes upon Michael and Walter. Birkoff wasn't far from the men either.

"Nikita is to be cancelled when she is found." Operations said firmly and the operatives looked from one to another, and then finally their gaze fell upon Michael and Walter. Michael blinked his eyes and looked up to Walter. Although the gaze of the operatives was on Michael and Walter, they were still muttering. Michael had made sure that the tapes of Nikita saving Section One from implosion were shown if they were asked for. Michael was sure that enough of the operatives had seen them.

"I have made this decision not because of her involvement with Oversight. I make it because she left Section One... with equipment and codes that she should not have." Operations tried to explain and he glanced at Madeline. She had predicted that the operatives would react in this way. The knowledge of the bravery and talents that Nikita showed with the help of Michael had cleanly made it through the ranks and had even made it to some of the Oversight members that were sorting out what to do with George.

"Anyone who does not follow through with the orders will suffer the consequences. Nikita is to be cancelled." Operations said and the operatives turn from Michael and look back up at Operations.

"Also, any plans to help Nikita... if you are connected you will suffer." Operations said as he looked at Michael. Michael turned and left the area. He was sure that Operations had already sent out a team looking for Nikita. Yet, once she made it in with Oversight, all the clocks in her body had been removed. They had no way of tracking Nikita and for the time being Michael had to believe that Nikita would lay low. He pushed away the thoughts that she could have died from the antidote as he pushed on his computer.

To find Nikita, he would have to find who the splinter group was going to target. To find out who the splinter group was targeting and to find out who the person was before Section One was onto them, so Michael could contact Nikita and get her to leave the situation. He didn't know if it was possible, but he would at least try. Because again, it didn't feel as if Nikita was dead in his heart.

**

A little cat ran down Nikita's blue back, as she lay motionless in the garbage. Her dreams were filled with Michael. The cold was starting to take over her body. Time was running out. She may not have another day. And deep in her mind she was worried that if she did wake in the morning that she may find Section One ready to take her life. No matter how cruel it was, it would be easier if Michael did take her life.

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