Nikita rubbed at her neck, taking her eyes off of the growing profile for just a second. She wasn't sure if she could even allow herself that time to look away.

She had been up for too many hours. Nikita couldn't even remember now what it was. She refused to read Birkoff's reports about Michael's torture. She had only one objective, get Michael out.

The briefing was only a few minutes. She hadn't discussed the mission with anyone, but she knew what each of their roles were going to be. And Nikita would be there to personally supervise. She was going to be at Michael's side and everyone else be damned.

"Nikita..." Walter called out from the door. He looked at Nikita as she lifted her hand and motioned him in. She wouldn't look at him. Walter had to wonder if she was doing so to hide something that scared her or if she was truly busy trying to pull this profile together, one that the operatives were stating was impossible.

"Walter, speak to me... I have to get this uploaded to the panels," Nikita spoke as she continued to type, almost ignoring Walter by tapping her hand around, trying to hit his. Walter blinked his eyes in concern.

"Do I have to wait for the profile to be discussed in the briefing before I know what is going on?" Walter questioned and Nikita glanced only for a mere second before turning her head back towards the screen.

"We are going to get Michael back. That simple," Nikita supplied and Walter leaned his head back. There was a reason why Michael had done all of this. It was quite clear from the conversations that Walter had with Davenport and others, that Michael didn't want Nikita coming to save him.

There had to be a reason.

"Are you going to get some rest?" Walter questioned, wondering if there was something physically wrong with Nikita. It was impossible to tell now. Nikita was running on very little sleep like everyone inside of Section.

"After the briefing... there is an eight hour set up period... Davenport and Taneli will have to go to sight... and I have to wait for incoming data... I'll have time to rest, if I can," Nikita stated as she looked to Walter. She turned her eyes quickly as Walter was starting to get to her.

Nikita was going out into the field. She needed extra protection for the baby. That meant that Nikita had to tell Walter, but she surely wasn't looking forward to doing so. She would rather stumble her way through Walter's supplies and find the equipment.

"That will give you time to eat too..." Walter commented as he nodded his head. He liked all of this, even though he was scared out of his mind.

"I can't eat, Walter," Nikita calmly stated as she pushed the button twice on her computer. Walter watched the reflection of the screen uploading the panels and swallowed. There was no turning back from here. Walter realized that Nikita believed in this mission profile.

He just didn't realize how much Nikita did believe in it.

"Walk me to the briefing?" Nikita questioned as she stood up and tugged at Michael's t-shirt that she wore over her body. Walter frowned. He wanted to walk Nikita right back to bed, but knew that it wasn't going to happen. Walter moved forward and hugged Nikita tightly, knowing that she was hurting.

"Walter... please... I have to be strong," Nikita whispered as she struggled to break free from his embrace. Walter nodded his head and pulled away, but left a hand behind Nikita's head.

"We are going to talk," Walter declared as he narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to take any other answer on this.

"I know, Walter. We will," Nikita agreed, knowing in her hearts of hearts, she couldn't put off the conversation with Walter.

Nikita walked down the hallway, flanked by Walter, but did not say another word. She was going in to challenge Madeline, who was still attempting to get her profile reinstated. Nikita was going to prove that her profile was going to work and would be successful. For Nikita, she was the only person in charge of her happiness and the rest of her life. If she failed, she would have nothing left.

Feng took a deep breath as she looked at Nikita. Something was not attuned with Nikita, but Feng just couldn't get a reading on it. It could be that Nikita seemed to be lost without Michael. Everyone inside of Section One was so use to seeing Nikita near Michael or walking close to him. Even when there were fights and battles between the two lovers, they were always seen in the context of the other.

"I don't see the point of your profile," Madeline stated as she stood at the head of the table. Nikita blinked her eyes and pulled up the pointer.

"You should. You just fell in love and stole someone," Nikita commented sharply as she moved around to the other side of the screen, for the first time, put in the position to display and describe a mission. Nikita swallowed and looked at the operatives, all of which she needed.

"Immediately following this briefing... Davenport and Taneli... you will move on sight for simple observation of the grounds and locations. Having you on location will help Birkoff with the rest of tactical," Nikita commented as she pointed to the screen. Davenport nodded his head.

"The mission will commence in eight hours... I'm awaiting further intel and will integrate the new intel with what we already know... Feng... you will come with me..." Nikita stated as she flipped the screen again. It showed the fence that Feng had been at during the mission.

"The point?" Madeline questioned and Nikita turned her head and stared at Madeline.

"We have to hurt them... to gain some sense of power... Nedim is a nervous man.. He walks the perimeter at least every two hours. The last quarter of the mission... Niamh comes out and joins him... from what I can tell, talking about new torture techniques..." Nikita stated and Feng smiled. She knew exactly where Nikita was heading on this and knew what kind of weapon to request from Walter.

"How can you know that, Nikita? You are guessing," Madeline shot back and Nikita blinked her eyes slowly. She looked to Birkoff and then back to Madeline.

"Actually... I have documented that new torture techniques are tried on Michael every two hours... they just don't realize that they are making it easier for Michael not to break... I even have audio of Niamh admitted that she was talking the torture strategy out with Nedim. Proof?" Birkoff shot as he looked over at Madeline. He was chilled with the way that Madeline seemingly didn't care about Michael any longer. Section One would die without the leadership of Michael and Nikita around.

They had to get Michael back.

"Fine... what is the strategy?" Madeline questioned as she continued to look at Birkoff. Nikita slammed the pointer down and leaned through the screen. Nikita's eyes glowed with anger and she tapped her hands on her table.

"This is my profile. Birkoff is running the intel... I know what is going to happen.... And I also know that I cannot defend each and every action because it would take more than eight hours to explain it to you and then prove it to you," Nikita snapped and Walter swallowed. Nikita in the past years had learned how to suppress her anger and knew when to use it. Although it was necessary to get Madeline to just listen and observe, Walter was unsure if the anger was going to help.

"I know that you are worried about Michael, Nikita..." Madeline started to patronize Nikita.

"I care about him. You are willing to go out and slaughter him right now without an attempt to save him," Nikita snapped again.

"Continue," Madeline finally relented. Walter looked out of the corner of his eyes, trying to judge what Madeline was doing. It was quite clear to everyone at the table that most of this plan and profile had come from Michael. Why was Madeline arguing with that? What was she trying to gain?

"Feng... you major task will be to kill Nedim in front of Niamh.. Timing is everything and I will be with you at this point to direct when the kill shot would be administered," Nikita coldly responded. The room nodded their heads, but knew that there was coldness in Nikita's profile that would have never been present if Michael's life wasn't in danger.

"But in the profile, you have yourself and Feng taking the point.... how is that going to happen? We want to strike when Niamh is with Nedim?" Boleslav questioned and Nikita nodded her head. She turned to Davenport and smiled.

"During their stay on the top of the hill, Davenport and Taneli will be constructing a reinforced post, for me and Feng to hitch wire too... If you would have read more, Boleslav.. you are in charge of having team cover us as we slide down to the compound along with random explosions for distraction," Nikita quickly replied as she cocked her head to the side. It was clear that Nikita wanted everyone to read every part of the profile.

"Nikita... come on.. that is a long way down!" Feng exclaimed and Nikita didn't even blink her eyes.

"It's a long way down for me too. But either you are doing this all the way or we will blow up Michael together," Nikita shot out and Madeline blinked her eyes. She looked down at her hands and saw the excellence that had been created on the profile. Every sort of contingency plan had been outlined and nothing was left to chance. From the moment Section One killed Nedim, everything was planned and accounted for.

There was a glimmer of hope.

"You'd need reinforcement lines," Walter informed Nikita as he looked up from his list. Nikita blinked her eyes and Walter knew to add those to the list.

"Do I have your cooperation?" Nikita questioned, nervous that someone was going to walk away. If someone did, Nikita would literally be in charge of killing Michael.

"All the way, Nikita. I won't let Michael die," Davenport spoke as the operatives slowly nodded their heads. Nikita turned to the end of the table and cocked her head to Madeline. Nikita took a deep breath and waited.

"I expect everyone to read this to the detail and to memorize it..." Madeline warned as she stood up and placed the panel on the table. She turned and walked away, and the other operatives turned as she did. They all had their own preparations to take care of.

Nikita dropped her head and drank in air. She was so close to losing Michael yet again in those moments that had just happened.

"We'll work like a great machine, Nikita.... Michael will be safer than any of us," Feng commented as she pushed away from the table. She had great respect for Nikita, but something was off kilter, especially now. Feng looked to Walter for a sign. All she received was a nod of Walter's head, indicating that he would take care of Nikita.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" Walter questioned as he moved around the table and squeezed Nikita's arms. She was like skin and bones.

"We need to talk, Walter," Nikita stated and Walter nodded his head. He realized this and started to tug at Nikita.

"Are you going to tell me what is going on between you and Madeline?" Walter questioned as he moved down the hallway. Nikita stopped and looked towards Birkoff and then to her watch. They had just started another sort of torture on Michael.

"We are having issues," Nikita commented and Walter raised his eyebrows. That was an understatement.

"Come on, Nikita... This is Walter that you are talking too... You can tell me anything," Walter urged Nikita as he rubbed her shoulders yet again. Nikita turned and looked at him.

"You may wish you didn't have that quality sooner than latter, Walter," Nikita cryptically spoke and Walter tilted his head to the side. Nikita was cold and moody. She needed to be sharp and ready for this mission.

"Do you know that my father is moving into the area? Closer to Madeline and further away from me?" Nikita questioned as she inched towards the computers. Walter's mouth opened and he let go of Nikita. Nikita moved to the computers and pounded her fists against the console. Nikita pulled Birkoff around and wagged a finger at him.

But Walter was still shocked. No wonder why it was down right chilly between Nikita and Madeline. This was Nikita's family that Madeline had just gotten to her, and now she was taking them over. James did have his own life to run, but for Nikita, this had to be seen as just another way Madeline was trying to exert her control over Nikita again.

"FIX IT AND GET THAT LINE ESTABLISHED!" Nikita yelled at Birkoff as she turned and started back towards Walter. Nikita's eyes watered and blurred for a second. Walter stepped forward and warningly placed an arm out to guide Nikita.

This was something more than just her father.

"Time for that talk," Walter ordered and Nikita nodded her head.

*

There was nothing that Walter could do right now. He knew that something was bothering Nikita, but also realized to push her, would only backfire. He watched as Nikita carefully walked down the rows of equipment, her hands grazing the surfaces of recently used guns and ones that would be needed soon. Walter had recruited some help to gather the weapons and to clean them, so he could talk to Nikita. It was clear to everyone inside of Section One that Nikita needed someone.

"Ah... you want to go to the backroom?" Walter questioned as he looked at Nikita. She jerked her head and blinked her eyes. It was as if she was lost in her thoughts.

And Nikita was.

She didn't know how to form the words to tell Walter. She didn't even know where to begin. The mission was going to be soon and Nikita wanted to focus on that, but this pregnancy, that was a blessing until a few days ago, was now part of a nightmare for Nikita.

"It's hard, Walter," Nikita admitted as she looked at the gun. She saw the protective gear off in the distance. There were rows and rows of them in different shapes and forms to protect the operatives of varying sizes. Nikita knew that she would never find the proper gear.

"Nikita... I have been through so much with you... I thought that whatever is going on you'd be able to tell me... and I respect it if you can't tell me," Walter started to comment, knowing that a decision had to be made. Nikita either had to tell him and get it over with, or decide not to tell him and leave it be.

"Michael would want me to tell you," Nikita declared as she clenched her teeth together. The thought of Michael was paining Nikita and Walter quaked, wondering what would happen if Nikita's plan didn't work.

Walter shook off that thought. Nikita's plan was going to do more than work. It was going to put shame on Madeline, which Walter was sure was part of the point.

"Walter..." Nikita started and then stopped. The words were on the tip of he tongue, but Nikita closed her eyes and pulled back. She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. There was no reason why this was so difficult. Walter could help her, others couldn't.

"Sugar... you are shaking... What's going on?" Walter questioned as he approached. Nikita's body was doing more than shaking. Walter could visibly see the lengths of her limbs sway back and forth. She looked pale and thin.

Nikita took in a staggering breath and stared at the ceiling once more. "I'm four months pregnant, Walter."

Walter stopped for a second and then grabbed Nikita as her body started to fall forward. Walter stared down the hallway, anxious that no one saw Nikita like this. He pushed the door open to the back room and steadied Nikita into the room. He helped Nikita sit down at the bottom stair before going to the phone. Nikita jerked her head up once more.

"You can't tell anyone!" Nikita shouted weakly out. Walter nodded his head. He wasn't going to tell anyone, but he also knew that Nikita needed something more for her body than she was allowing it.

"Christopher? Can you please bring my usual breakfast, without the coffee to my back room?" Walter questioned as he held the phone, but did not break eye contact with Nikita. Nikita weakly smiled and dropped her head. She was thankful that Walter hadn't told anyone. Nikita heard the phone click down and felt Walter sit next to her.

"I don't want you to do this," Walter gently stated. Nikita turned her head miserably around to look at Walter. He knew that Nikita had to do this. "Let me help you."

Nikita nodded her head. That was what she needed Walter to do. He easily accepted that she was pregnant and that she was going out on the mission. With others, it wouldn't happen. Especially if it was Madeline. "I need protective gear..."

"We'll work on that as you eat..." Walter stubbornly commented. His mind was racing quickly ahead, much faster than their conversation. He brushed Nikita's hair off of her face and knew that she also needed to rest. "Are there any complications yet?"

"Complications? No. I'm in the middle of a healthy pregnancy," Nikita lied. Walter just nodded his head and moved around. He rubbed his arm and looked towards the door.

"I want you to tell someone on your team..." Walter announced and Nikita shook her head. Walter sighed and bent down in front of Nikita. His eyes were begging with Nikita and Walter could feel that Nikita was starting to give into Walter's demand.

"Walter..." Nikita started to protest, but then she just dropped her head to Walter's shoulder, nodding as she went. She was going to do as Walter questioned.

There was a lot to discuss, but Walter looked to the door and knew that Christopher would soon be there with the food. Walter clapped his hands together and tilted Nikita's head back.

"We'll get Michael back and we'll go celebrate! I promise!" Walter declared and Nikita weakly smiled.

It was a nice dream.

~~

"This one is too big," Nikita stated as she tossed the protective gear back to Walter. Walter raised an eyebrow. He had believed that he had found the right one. He lifted it and saw the stomach pouch that was there. He had used this previously on an innocent who was four months pregnant that Section One was protecting during a mission.

"Come on, sugar! She was tiny," Walter exclaimed. He looked at the protective wear and then over to Nikita. She had her hair pulled up and was wearing a black sports bra and black underwear shorts, but with her back towards him. Walter sighed.

Nikita must not be showing much at all.

"Just try smaller," Nikita stated as she glanced over her shoulder. She knew that Walter was concerned about her and that from this experience alone, Walter might figure out that something more was going on. Nikita continued to stare ahead.

"Well, Sugar... what I do have is like a bathing suit protection that we can put under that protection... and layer you up... I know that is what Michael would want..." Walter stated as he pulled out the material and looked at it. It was flexible, but it did have decent protection. Nikita looked over her shoulder and reached for it.

"Anything," Nikita admitted, knowing that she would do anything to complete this mission and to protect her baby during it. Nikita was about to say something more when the door slid open and Madeline appeared there. Nikita turned her head slowly and dropped her hands, holding the material in front of her stomach, covering what could be seen.

"I brought the intel you were waiting for," Madeline stated as she extended the panel towards Nikita. Nikita blinked her eyes and brought them coldly up to Madeline. Walter was watching in the distance, stunned that Madeline had not commented on Nikita's nearly naked state.

"You weren't supposed to bring it, Madeline. I left specific instructions for Mick to bring it to me," Nikita stated in short and concise words. Walter lifted his eyebrows and turned to a few guns that he had picked up, trying not to pay too much attention to the fight between the two stubborn women.

"Nikita... It would just be quicker and more efficient for me to bring it to you. I know that you must be wanting to get some rest before the mission..." Madeline stated, implying that Mick was hard to get rid of. Which used to be the truth. But Nikita's relationship with Mick was very different now and she had believed that Madeline had realized that.

"And it is also giving you an opportunity to change the intel," Nikita snapped back as she clutched the material in her hands. She wanted to throw it for demonstration of how upset that she was, but she also realized that Madeline was very perspective and would probably notice the slight swell of her stomach.

"Nikita... I approved your profile," Madeline replied back. She had honestly only seen Nikita this extremely combative when she was inside of Psych Ops. Nikita narrowed her eyes and Madeline swallowed.

Some nights Madeline had nightmares of Nikita still choking her.

"I don't care. I will not accept that panel... I need to physically see Mick inside of this room and I need you to be outside of it," Nikita replied stridently at Madeline. Madeline dropped her head and then moved out of the room. Nikita swallowed and took a deep breath.

But the door opened back up with Madeline tilting her head to the side.

"What are you doing? You aren't going to need to hide communications or trackers on your back," Madeline questioned and Nikita looked to Walter and rolled her eyes, trying to play it off as Madeline being out of touch with the mission.

Walter continued to look towards the wall. He was afraid that any expression or movement from him would give Madeline a hint to what was going on for real.

"Walter is working on more protection for the slide down the wire... With a descent as great as that one... we risk sparks and whatnot... He is looking for some good fire retardant clothes... and thus far we haven't found anything that I fit into," Nikita commented as she twisted lightly at the material in her hands. Madeline nodded her head. It was a good explanation.

But Madeline was sure that something else was still up. Walter was being way too protective of Nikita.

"That's because you are too tall," Madeline commented with a smile, but Nikita didn't respond. It was quite clear that Nikita had more issues with Madeline than just this mission. "If I see Feng... I'll have her come and make sure she fits into the gear."

The door closed again and Nikita closed her eyes and swallowed. Nikita pulled her hands up and unzipped the gear. It was pieced together like a bikini; only it zipped in the stomach, fully covering the vital organs.

"Oh thank god!" Walter exclaimed as he saw the slight swelling. Nikita looked at him and continued to try on the protection, without commenting. She turned her head slightly and winced out a smile that she was good to go with what she was wearing.

Walter turned, embarrassed that he had yelled that in front of Nikita. It exposed his deepest worry, about Nikita's well being. Michael was in capable hands of Nikita's. Walter wasn't very concerned that Michael wouldn't make it back.

The man had more than nine lives, thanks to Nikita alone.

Nikita was another creature, one that continued to evolve. Walter would have never guessed that after everything that Nikita had emotionally been through, that she would be able to contain her emotions to get through this. It was only a greater testimony to Michael's ability to know Nikita's feelings and actions.

It also made Walter worry. Worry about the baby. Nikita needed Michael back and Walter was sure that Nikita would easily trade in the life of the baby that she carried for the man that she loved and needed. It was that simple in Nikita's mind. But for that baby to be lost, Walter couldn't imagine what the impact would be and how it would bother Michael and Nikita for the time to come.

"All is fine, Walter... promise," Nikita stated as she blinked her eyes. Walter knew better. Nikita was stating this now to stave off any further worries from him. It was a calculated move and Walter sighed as he turned away from Nikita.

The door slid open once more and Nikita jumped to pull down Michael's t-shirt over the protective layer that she wore now, slightly covering the swell. Unless someone knew, no one would notice it. If anything, they would notice Nikita's translucent color and thin arms.

"I've escorted him along," Feng commented strongly and Nikita smiled. From the infliction and tone of Feng's voice, Nikita knew that Mick was now in the room. Nikita turned and nodded towards Feng, and waited for the door to close before moving towards Mick.

"I need the intel... Madeline tried to give it to me, I didn't believe her," Nikita stated as she extended her arm. Mick raised an eyebrow and tottered from side to side. He knew that Nikita was struggling through the torment of Michael being captured and wanted to help out.

A hug seemed to be fitting.

"Oh, Popsicle... just let me give you some love," Mick mustered out as his eyes started to mist. Nikita surrendered into his hug, knowing that to fight it would be futile. Nikita looked to Feng, happy to see that Feng was indifferent to what was happening in the room and had actually moved towards Walter, apparently Madeline had discussed with her the protective clothing.

"The intel?" Nikita questioned as she finally pulled herself away. Nikita swiped at a few of the hairs that had stuck to Mick's shoulder and Mick grabbed her hand. He studied it carefully and then kissed it. He placed the panel, a different one from Madeline's into her hands. Nikita knew that it was a panel that Mick never let leave his sight. He knew better when dealing with Section One.

But he grabbed her hand and stared at it again. "Your pregnant!"

"What?" Feng exclaimed as she turned around and saw Mick holding Nikita's quaking hand. Nikita abruptly pulled away. She knew when she demanded that Mick come and give her the intel that he would find out. They were great friends, but Mick always had the uncanny ability to know things about her instantly. Often, when they were still next-door neighbors, Mick would arrive at her door with a bowl of chicken soup before Nikita had more than stumbled from the bed to the bathroom.

"Four months," Nikita replied as she steadied her eyes on Feng and then to Mick. Mick didn't know what to do. It should be a joyous occasion to find out that one of your best friends and a woman that had saved his life numerous times was about to expand her family. But it was bad timing.

Walter eased Feng away, handing her protective gear. Nikita would talk to her in a little bit. Walter nodded his head towards Nikita as she pulled Mick towards another wall.

"You can't tell anyone outside of this room," Nikita warned and Mick opened his eyes.

"Oh, doll face. Don't tell me that Michael doesn't even know!" Mick rattled off. He was about to rant and rave when Nikita placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively calming him down.

"He does know... But no one inside of Section One... outside of this room knows.. and they can't know," Nikita declared and Mick prattled. He didn't like this one bit at all. He felt, with beliefs like Walter's and Michael's, the more people that knew the better.

"Why? Why are you torturing yourself like this? Why aren't you telling everyone so they can watch your back?" Mick questioned and Nikita dropped her head. She didn't like the answer to that one.

"Something is going on here, Mick... Michael sensed it... I sensed it... I'm afraid that if everyone knows... that it might leak... that if it is found out, that they would make sure that we all die.. This entire mission is being done by handpicked individuals, Mick. No one else knows the details," Nikita warned and Mick shuddered. He didn't like Nikita's words.

"But why tell me? You know that I can't stand up to the torture. You know that I like to talk..." Mick stated and Nikita rolled her eyes.

"But you are a good bullshitter and a liar... they can barely tell when you speak the truth and when you don't... You can think of something to cover for me... But when it comes down to it, if something happens to me... or this baby... you will tell everyone..." Nikita concisely spoke. She spoke the truth. This was the man that Mick was. It was a mixture of the man that was on the outside, and the man that Nikita had used and taken advantage of on the inside.

"So your story would be know?" Mick questioned and Nikita sadly nodded her head. She needed to make sure that there was that base covered, for something that Nikita deep down in her mind, was afraid would happen.

"Yes, Mick. If I should die.. and the Michael doesn't return... Don't let Section One go back to what it was..." Nikita whispered. Mick fought the tears as he hugged Nikita once more. He pulled back and shook his head.

"Those damn terrorists aren't going to know what hit them, popsicle. A woman scorn is the woman that is going to get back!" Mick declared, trying his best to sound positive. Nikita mouthed the words thank you and glanced at the panel. Everything was as she had expected, except a few items, but that wasn't a big deal.

"I've got to go... Niamh wants to talk again..." Mick stated and Nikita nodded her head. She watched as Mick left and then turned to find Feng sitting on a table, swinging her leg back and forth.

"I'm sorry," Nikita defended herself immediately. Feng blinked her eyes. Until the moment that she heard Nikita was pregnant, Feng would have been more than upset by Nikita's news. She was often one that was against Michael and Nikita having a family, although it was a by-product of a mission.

But Nikita's fire to get Michael, although she was pregnant, did something inside of Feng. She had never believed herself to be in touch with her feminine side, but suddenly, Feng understood.

She just understood.

"You aren't going to tell the others?" Feng questioned and Nikita shook her head from side to side. It was a benefit for Nikita that Feng was a woman, but that wasn't the reason why she was chosen to know, aside from Mick telling the entire room. Feng was a true operative. One that Michael often trusted fully.

Not to say that the others weren't. The team that Nikita had on her side were the best and the only ones that Michael and Nikita would have wanted.

"I can't. There are complications to this mission," Nikita stated and Feng tilted her head to the side. This was the second time that Nikita had hinted to this in just a few minutes. Feng wanted to know what was going on. It was important for her to know about Nikita's condition and what else Nikita knew. Feng was going to be fighting side-by-side Nikita, and if something would happen, Feng would have to try to continue on.

"The reasons why Pyotr and Lachlan didn't come back..." Nikita started and looked down to the panel. Most of it she couldn't believe and didn't know how the information had gotten to where it had.

"They don't play the sides, Nikita... They were Section... You trained Lachlan!" Feng defended them immediately. Nikita sadly nodded her head. She would have tried to save Lachlan if she could have. He had the hidden talents that were just starting to show themselves of being the marks of a great operative.

"But someone that Lachlan talked to... someone that mentioned his name and Pyotr's name, works with the other side... helped to bring Green 86 and BE together," Nikita stated as she looked from Feng to the listening Walter. Nikita knew that it couldn't make the mission sound better, but Nikita had expected that.

"We have a mole?" Walter whispered.

"Yes.. but I have been able to secure that the operatives leading the teams on this mission are free. They have no associations with the people that Lachlan and Pyotr did. And almost 92% of the operatives on all teams are free from associations with friends of Lachlan and Pyotr... and the few that are on the teams... are being carefully watched," Nikita remarked and Feng jumped down from the table. She looked around and touched Nikita's arm.

"How can you be this strong? I couldn't do this," Feng stated. Nikita allowed a lopsided smile out, knowing that she was happy to admit this, but sad that she had to say it.

"Because Michael loves me... and love has to win sometime."

*

Michael stared straight ahead as the knife lanced at his skin, pulling it away. Michael knew that he was bleeding, but there was nothing that he could do about it.

Although the hours of the days seemed to stretch on, Michael knew what was going on. He knew that someone inside of Section One had staved off the mission that would have killed him and entire building around him. It didn't take Michael long to know who had done so.

Nikita.

He had organized the mission profiles and information for Nikita to use in that matter, if she felt that she needed to. It was a great testimony to Nikita's love for Michael, but it also worried Michael. He counted the life of the baby and Nikita as being so much more than his. He understood Nikita's need for him, but still could not understand why Nikita would risk it all for just him.

But she was coming. Michael knew that.

He also knew that by now the audio and other equipment had to be running. It was the only way that Nikita could have proven to the powers that be that her profile was better than theirs and would work. Michael wasn't sure of the distraction that Nikita would make, but he knew that it would be good. And not to far from the time it was now.

Night was setting. Time was running out. Michael knew that if he saw the next morning, that he wouldn't be able to wait another day.

Michael also understood that he couldn't speak about everything. Nikita would have assigned the task of moderating all the equipment that Michael had shot into his body to Birkoff. Birkoff didn't know about the pregnancy and Nikita didn't want him to know either. Michael could only hope that Niamh and Nedim didn't know.

Nikita surely didn't need this knowledge to get out and hamper the mission more.

In his heart of hearts, with each slapped, punch, or puncture wound that Niamh and Nedim produced, Michael knew that Nikita was going to lead this mission. She never would trust anyone else enough to allow them to come get him. She would be coming to his side.

Or she would die trying.

"Pretty boy... pretty boy..." Niamh commented as she walked towards Michael, nodding the man with the knife away from Michael. She tilted her head to the side and touched his face.

This was an action that Niamh did quite often.

"My name is Michael," Michael commented dryly. Often, he felt that he had the upper hand here, although he was tied to the chair. He could see into Niamh's mind and knew that Nikita would be able to do the same. He also was quite aware of what was going on inside of Section One and knew what each passing hour meant.

"No... pretty boy...." Niamh whispered back as she looked at Michael. She was enthralled with Michael's image. She had heard so much about this man, the miracles that he had performed. Now she held this angel of Section One in her clutches and had power.

If he ever gave information.

Michael continued to stare forward, realizing that Niamh and Nedim had just met and changed their strategy once more. Now Niamh was going to try to be his friend and spark his interest.

"Are you singularly devoted to Nikita?" Niamh finally questioned and Michael turned his head slightly. There was not going to be any mind game on Michael's part. He knew the condition Nikita was in and he realized that he was being monitored. To ensure that Nikita was fine, Michael punched down the gut feeling to play along with Niamh for Nikita's sake.

"Yes. Forever," Michael replied sternly. He knew that his eyes told the same story. And he would die telling the story.

"But your other women never looked like Nikita. They were smaller... lesser beings than you," Niamh commented and Michael attempted to shrug his shoulders. The motion made pain radiate down Michael's entire back and legs. Serious damage had been done.

In many ways, Michael didn't want Nikita to find him. She would be stubborn and try to help him on his own. Michael knew his body. This wasn't going to bounce right back for him. He was going to have to rely upon someone to do the everyday tasks.

That was unacceptable for a pregnant woman.

"They weren't Nikita," Michael quickly replied and Niamh shook her head.

"You went from dark and ethnic to the want-a-be bleach blonde from the beach..." Niamh stated and Michael wanted to laugh. He would have if his chest didn't ache with spreading bruising.

"You don't know Nikita," Michael retorted. He knew that Green 86 and BE had been helped along with information from Section One. Michael even knew that Niamh and Nedim had contacts inside of Section One and had left Nikita the warning. He didn't know exactly who it was.

He hoped that Nikita was smart enough to trust only those that Michael had set up for Nikita to trust. Anyone else, Nikita might be dead before she leaves Section One.

"We are going to get the power... Section isn't coming to get you Michael... We are going to get Section," Niamh spoke, but there was nothing behind her words. It was just an attempt to scare Michael into revealing further information.

Her attempt at seduction ended as the door opened and a machine was rolled in.

Michael had expected this.

"You know what this is?" Niamh questioned with a raised eyebrow. Michael blinked his eyes and continued to stare forward. He had to gather his thoughts and focus on something far away from his present condition.

"So now you don't speak? How mature!" Niamh commented as she pulled at the electrodes and nodded her head to her helpers to commence with wiring Michael up. Niamh moved over and looked at the wire and inserted it expertly into Michael's body.

Her skills as a nurse were being used. Michael was impressed.

At least she wouldn't mess up.

"I'm sure you know the pain that this causes... May have you crying like a baby," Niamh gloated. Michael turned and looked into her eyes.

"I only cried like a baby when my daughter was born," Michael remarked and Niamh blinked her eyes. She had heard the stories about Michael, but felt that somewhere in there that he was human. She regretted that she hadn't gotten her hands on Nikita.

It would have been so much easier.

"Either way... I'm going to speed your heart rate up... and then slow it down... You will feel the pain... You'll wish to die.. and I'm going to ask you a few more questions," Niamh informed Michael. He merely blinked his eyes.

Unfortunately, he knew the drill.

~~

Nikita typed at the computer, looking over the details one last time. Birkoff had informed Nikita of the torture being used on Michael now. It was one of the forms that Michael tolerated the most, especially if he was focused.

But Nikita was worried. What else could they do to him before they started the mission?

Nikita looked at the screen, wondering about her decision about when the mission should start. Normally Nikita would have scheduled for right after night settled, but Nikita pushed it back two hours from that point, almost near the witching hour.

That decision was haunting her. She needed those hours if she had any hope of sleeping.

Nikita leaned her head back and sighed. It was too hard to do this. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and cry. The hormones of pregnancy combined with the extreme stress were making Nikita entirely numb and helped her to stare at the screen.

"Sugar?" Walter called out as he entered the room. Nikita dropped her head and started to type again, although there was nothing more to type. All the new intel was added. All of the what if's were planned. It was perfection.

But she was scared.

"Sugar... enough is enough..." Walter announced as he moved to the computer and flicked the screen off. Nikita looked at him and felt the tears. She lifted her hand to wipe the tears away and to turn the computer back on. Walter grabbed that hand before it reached Nikita's tears. He started to tug at Nikita. "Sleep, Nikita."

"I don't know if I can, Walter..." Nikita admitted. She couldn't remember the last time that she had slept for hours without Michael wrapped around her. He was her security blanket, one that she needed now.

"Then let me help you," Walter offered and Nikita tilted her head to the side. She was so tired and Nikita gave in. Walter held Nikita's head to his shoulder as she lightly cried. She was at her last burst of energy. Nikita needed sleep.

"I got you, sugar..." Walter whispered as he nudged Nikita towards the small cot that was in the room. He feared taking her elsewhere. Walter settled down first, leaning against the corner of the wall. He eased Nikita onto the cot and rubbed her hair. She settled her head down on his chest and continued to cry.

"Think about the good times..." Walter whispered, trying to give Nikita something to calm down in order to sleep. She couldn't take anything to make her sleep because of the baby. Walter continued to stroke Nikita's hair, hoping to calm her.

"He is really hurt, Walter..." Nikita commented. Walter swallowed. He had that feeling also from what Birkoff had reported. Niamh and Nedim had done a lot to Michael's body for no information this far. The scary part was that Michael would never give the information.

"Shh... you know Michael... he is part superman," Walter calmly stated, hoping that he could do something to ease Nikita into sleep. There was only three hours that Nikita could sleep for. It wasn't enough, but it was definitely better than nothing at all.

"He admitted that he cried like a baby when Maralah was born," Nikita whispered as she clung onto Walter. Walter moved one hand down to Nikita's hand and rubbed it slightly.

"We all did, sugar... We all cried like a baby..."

~~

The sweat poured off of Michael as the electrodes were retracted and pulled away. Michael continued to stare straight ahead when Nedim forcefully punched his chest. Michael jerked against the chains that held him to this metal chair. He settled back against the chair and turned his eyes towards Niamh.

"Stopping so soon?" Michael questioned.

Niamh was not impressed.

"We will find your weakness," Nedim hissed as he turned and left the room. Michael continued to stare at Niamh.

"Your contact inside of Section One won't find it out... It's not in my file... and my file is inaccessible," Michael stated matter of factly. Niamh pressed her lips together. She rolled her shoulders back and forth and moved to the table.

"I don't have allergies," Michael stated as he read Niamh's mind. Niamh turned around and placed a hand on her waist.

"I guess we just have to grab Nikita," Niamh commented and Michael smirked. It was a futile statement that carried no weight against Michael.

"You won't get to her. She won't even go into Section One once she knows that I've been captured... She'll run..." Michael warned and Niamh pressed her lips together. It was quite clear that Niamh hadn't heard anything about Nikita from their contact on the inside. Niamh turned and waved back Nedim.

"Get our contacts out... Nikita isn't going to head to Section..." Niamh stated to Nedim. He nodded his head and stared at Michael. Niamh would have liked him if he weren't the angel of Section One, Michael.

~~

"Michael!" Nikita screamed as she jerked her body awake. Walter pressed his hands into Nikita's shoulders, waiting for her to calm down.

The breathing was erratic and ragged. It had been that way for several minutes. Walter couldn't blame Nikita's mind. She was a woman that only craved the simple stable life. That hadn't existed for Nikita for too long, at any point in her life. She must have believed that with this new pregnancy, that it gave Michael and herself a new lease on life together.

"It's almost time," Walter stated as he looked at the clock. Nikita turned her head as she forced herself to calm down. She rubbed her hands across her arms, a gesture that meant that Nikita was not going to discuss the nightmare that had waken her so violently.

"I should get ready... check the data.... make sure that Michael..." Nikita started to rattle off and then stopped. She looked her hands and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had almost said it.

"That's what you dreamed about, right Sugar?" Walter questioned, although he didn't have too. However, it was important that Nikita spoke about what it was and move from the dreams.

"I was right there... My hands against him..." Nikita whispered as she struggled out of the sheet that Walter had covered over them. Walter swallowed and reached a hand around her waist, as she was unsteady on her feet.

"You are going to make it. Michael won't give up once he sees you, sugar," Walter declared. There was a lot to be said about the power that Nikita had given Michael. The odds of Michael making it through all the torture that he had been through went up drastically as soon as he would see Nikita. It drove him to live.

Walter wasn't sure if Nikita realized that dynamic and if she did, Walter was sure that Nikita didn't realize how that one dynamic, Michael's love for her, could make him move mountains.

"I can't think like this... I have to get ready... We leave in twenty-three minutes," Nikita stated as she moved to the chair were the additional equipment and clothing sat. Walter pulled his aching legs off of the bed and nodded his head. He moved to the computer and nodded his head.

"All intel is the same. Nothing has changed but the time," Walter reported as he turned and saw Nikita pulling the pants up and over her waist. They were her normal pants. Walter didn't even have to sneak in a bigger pair. Walter felt the twinge of worry but pushed it to the side. He had much larger things to worry about.

"But the torture changed. What kind?" Nikita questioned after she buttoned her pants and began to pull her hair back. Walter stared at her stark face and pressed his lips together. He had read it, but had momentarily forgotten it as his worries had gone back to Nikita. He looked to the screen and swallowed.

"Chemical... nothing too bad..." Walter informed Nikita. She nodded her head and looked like she was near tears again. That wasn't a good sign.

"Sugar... you got to get a hold on yourself..." Walter warned as he attempted to approach Nikita once more. Nikita nodded her head. It was the one thing that scared Nikita the most, that she wouldn't be able to hold it together for this mission.

In this mission, Michael had to become an object. She couldn't think of Michael as Michael. Her worries couldn't be about Michael. Each step had a worry and each step had a task that needed to be performed. If those steps weren't met, there would be no way for Nikita to get to Michael. And Michael would be no more.

"I need sometime... please, Walter," Nikita announced as she pulled the mattress off of the bed and placed it on the floor. Walter nodded his head as he started to back out of the room. He wasn't sure what Nikita was up to, until she sat down on the floor.

"Someone will be in to get you soon, sugar..." Walter whispered. He watched Nikita's head bob up and down as she settled into the lotus position.

~~

The door slid open and Nikita opened her eyes and stared straight ahead. In those few minutes, she had transformed her mind, got it ready for the mission. She was clear now, knowing that she had the power to do all that was needed.

"Nikita... the mission is ready..." Madeline stated and Nikita blinked twice. She hadn't expected Madeline to come get her. She couldn't allow Madeline to see any indication of worry or apprehension. Nikita lifted straight up from her lotus position on her feet with a twist, in order to face Madeline.

Nikita's mission jacket was of course long and covering her stomach. To Madeline's naked eye, Nikita was dressed for the hard and difficult mission ahead of her. Nikita pulled out the gloves and started to slip them over her fingers.

"I know," Nikita stated as if Madeline didn't have to come in and get her. Nikita picked up the weapon and checked it in front of Madeline. It was an unnecessary move, but one that Nikita was sure made Madeline aware that she was ready for this mission.

Madeline didn't have much to say to Nikita at this point. It wouldn't matter if there were further instructions. Nikita was going to do what she felt was right and just at this moment in time.

Madeline couldn't blame Nikita.

"Good luck... Bring Michael home," Madeline spoke as she turned and exited the room, not wanting to break Nikita's concentration. Nikita followed Madeline with her eyes and waited for the room to empty. Nikita nodded her head, accepting Madeline's order.

She would bring Michael home. Just not this home, to her home, with her.

Nikita stepped out to the hallways and realized that her profile was being followed to the exact letter. Only those personnel directly linked to the mission were in the hallways. It would secure the profile. The mole for Green 86 and BE wouldn't have an idea of what was going on.

Nikita picked up the communications unit from Birkoff and closed her eyes briefly. Instantly, Davenport and Taneli began to report the conditions on the site, the location of the reinforced pole, and the areas of worry. Nikita nodded to Birkoff as she raised a thumb to Birkoff. For once, the computer genius was silent as Nikita walked away.

Birkoff looked up to the sky and swallowed, praying that this was going to work perfectly.

Feng and Boleslav had already loaded their teams. They were going in the van with Nikita incase there were last minute preparations. There wouldn't be, but it was going to be done this way just in case. Nikita looked to Feng and knew that she had been silent about Nikita's condition. Nikita smiled at her choice of weapons, knowing that the accuracy that Feng had on that weapon was 100%.

Nikita turned the corner and waited as the medical team finished loading their van. They would be needed for Michael as the priority. All others were to be treated once Michael was retrieved.

Nikita turned at the door and nodded for Feng and Boleslav to walk down to the van. Nikita felt a chill go down her spine. This was the way that Michael handled things. She looked down the hallway and came across Walter, Madeline, and Calantha. Nikita didn't even nod her head as she turned and exited.

She was trained by the best. She wasn't going to crack now, not on the mission to save her love.

*

The trees were heavy in this area that surrounded the compound. There had been significant damage to the compound, but no side was going to be unattacked. Section One was surrounding the area and moving in.

Green 86 and BE had lost a good amount of their loyal followers, who believed that they were still fighting for a good cause. In many ways, they were innocents, but they weren't. They wanted to hurt and destroy. That was their common goal.

An unacceptable one.

But it was because of the previously large loses of their men, that Section One was able to tighten in around Green 86 and BE without being seen. They easily sidestepped the electronic surveillance devices and Birkoff had positively jammed their satellite.

Green 86 and BE didn't know that Section One was even out there, lurking in the darkness.

Feng was the first to reach the top of the rise of the hill. She turned back to offer Nikita a hand, but Nikita shoved the hand away. It was clear that Nikita didn't need or expect special treatment because she was pregnant. Feng was probably sure that she had offended Nikita, but soon remembered the mission. Nikita couldn't think about the baby. It would risk her concentration and Michael's life.

"Set up here," Nikita ordered as she knelt down by the fence. Nikita pulled out the night vision binoculars and started to scope the area, seeing her men moving in closer and closer. Nikita trained her eyes down the line of the woods and at where the men were. Nikita knew every single operative and if they were in position.

Feng did as she had to in order to set up. She only briefly glanced at Nikita before concentrating solely on her sniper gun. Things had to start before Feng would be ready to go.

"Davenport.... your team has to move in... about one hundred feet," Nikita ordered as she stared out of the binoculars. She didn't hear anything immediately back, but she visually saw the change of the team. Nikita nodded her head and looked around.

"In position, Nikita," Davenport confirmed. Nikita dropped the binoculars and swallowed. Now they had to wait for Niamh and Nedim to do their thing. Nikita spotted Nedim first.

"Nikita.. we have movement outside of the door... It's Nedim..." Taneli reported in. Nikita smiled. Her troops were on the ball and sharp. Nothing would go wrong here.

"Hold position..." Nikita muttered, but she knew that no one would move. She had the foremost control of this mission.

"Nikita... Green 86 is transmitting messages..." Birkoff reported and Nikita raised an eyebrow. That was something that she wasn't expecting.

"What is it?" Nikita questioned as she followed the movement of the Nedim. She had to wonder where Niamh. She was never far from Nedim when he was outside. Things wouldn't work if they all started to change now.

"A message to Section One... Niamh wanting to deal for Michael," Birkoff replied and Nikita stifled the laugh.

"Send the message back with no reply," Nikita commented as she crouched down next to Feng. Nikita nodded her head for Feng to at least get the reading of the shot. Feng nodded her head and started to aim on Niamh. It was a clear shot.

"What bullet?" Feng turned and asked Nikita. Nikita looked at Feng and pulled one out of her pocket. The gold even shined in the darkness. Feng touched it and whistled.

Nikita surely wanted Nedim dead.

Feng loaded the gun and aimed again as the door opened and Niamh started towards Nedim.

"Nikita... that could expose that we are in the middle of a mission," Birkoff responded and Nikita grinned. She knew that the message would never been seen by anyone who mattered.

"All teams... on your mark... Boleslav... ready for the explosions," Nikita started to coordinate the offers. Nikita pulled the binoculars up and watched Nedim and Niamh. Nikita was going for the worse way to see a love one die. Nikita carefully studied the body language and distance between the two.

"Nikita... moving in to third mark.... two operatives against the building..." Taneli replied and Nikita didn't nod her head. She felt that Feng was shaking to take the shot. Nikita waited and held her breath.

"Taneli... hold your team.. wait for the explosions..." Nikita ordered with a scant whisper, not wanting to throw of Feng's concentration. Nikita narrowed her eyes and continued to stare.

"Explosions ready... operatives in place to secure the path of the descent," Boleslav reported. Again, it brought a pleased smile to Nikita's face.

"Nikita..." Feng hissed. She wanted to take the shot but Nikita stared at the two. They were still a good distance apart.

"Hold it, Feng... just a little bit more... He isn't moving... Niamh always goes to him," Nikita directed the operative as Nikita licked her lips, waiting for the moment.

Then Niamh started her move, cutting the distance. She was smiling as she looked at her husband and her love. Nikita hesitated and swallowed.

"Take the shot," Nikita ordered and Feng pulled the trigger immediately. Nikita stood up and watched as most of Nedim's head was blown off and Niamh ran to catch him. His blood splattered over his wife's body and Nikita swallowed.

She almost felt guilty for doing this to the lovers.

"Operatives to mark to secure the wire..." Nikita ordered as she moved to the pool and yanked at the wire that Davenport and Taneli had placed. Nikita checked it visually as she grabbed out the rocket launcher and connected the wire to the end of it. It wasn't always the best way to string a wire up, but it was the only way for a distance this far.

"Team moving in..... numerous hostiles coming out," Davenport reported and Nikita pulled the trigger and watched the wire streak across the sky to the two operatives that were waiting for it.

It was at this point that Niamh realized what was going on. She had to pull herself away from her dead husband and get inside to protect herself and to gather what she could. She was running straight to Michael, knowing that he was the only thing that might protect her.

"Intercept hostiles.... we are not taking anyone back," Nikita reported and Feng opened her eyes in surprise. This wasn't the humanitarian Nikita that they were dealing with here. The gunfire erupted and Nikita nodded her head as she pulled on the wire, feeling the little give, but knew that it was safe to go.

"I'll go first," Feng stated but Nikita stopped her. Nikita jumped up on the wire, hooked on and was ready to push off. Nikita looked around and swallowed.

"Boleslav... now..." Nikita ordered. One second later, Nikita was on her way down, speeding quickly and showing no signs of slowing herself down. Feng shook her head, sure that Nikita was just planning on killing the baby as she went. Feng jumped on the wire and felt Nikita's weight. The plan didn't have enough time for the wire to be cleared of Nikita before Feng went. There was certain risk doing it this way, but Feng didn't worry about that.

She worried about Nikita continuing on without waiting for her.

~~

Nikita pulled on the handbrake attacked to the rope. She felt it sparking and slowing her down. She needed to get to the end and off the wire before Feng arrived. The explosions were going off, killing many of the hostiles as they went. Nikita reached the two operatives watching the end of the wire and simply clipped herself off of the wire and rolled as she hit the ground. They nodded their heads and nodded to a secure area near them.

"Davenport... Taneli... status?" Nikita questioned as she finally saw Feng speeding towards the end of the rope. Nikita blinked her eyes. She had to have been insane to take that descent that fast.

"Hell, Nikita... what are you, part batwoman?" Davenport hissed out and Nikita cracked a slight smile.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Nikita retorted and waited for the report as she scoped the area around them. She would be moving towards the door that Niamh had used to enter the building. It was the door that had the most direct access to Michael.

"We are going slowly... but nothing behind us is hot..." Davenport reported.

"We are at 89% containment, Nikita," Taneli reported.

Nikita heard the movement to the side and drew her machine gun into her hands. Nikita turned and saw Boleslav hitting his spot. Nikita nodded her head as Feng made it to the end and for Boleslav to move around and secure the area near the door of entrance.

"Move in... Davenport... how close are you to the back?" Nikita questioned as she started to move with Feng flanking her side.

"Mere feet, Nikita... I'm waiting for my team to catch up..." Davenport reported. Nikita moved against the building, seeing Boleslav's team lining the walls, showing the area as secure. Nikita didn't look at the bodies that littered the outside of the building.

"Birkoff... how many on the inside?" Nikita questioned as she saw the door. She lifted a hand and paused Feng and Boleslav's team as the moved around to enter in behind of Nikita.

"You have three at the door... one by Davenports door... and Niamh... She cleaned house..." Birkoff reported and Nikita raised an eyebrow. She had not expected that. Nikita looked to Feng for a second when the door popped open. Nikita dropped to the ground as the rest of the operatives ducked. Nikita was shooting in motion, dropping all three before she stopped rolling.

"Three down... all operatives accounted for," Feng reported for Nikita. Nikita looked to Feng and nodded her head. But Feng wasn't so sure that Nikita was all right. Nikita had hit the ground rough when she went for the roll.

Again, Nikita pushed away Feng's outstretched hand. Nikita shot Feng a warning look and moved into the building, carefully going into the darkness. Nikita stopped as she saw the doors coming up. Birkoff had the location of Michael. Nikita knew that she had to go to the right, but rest of the doors also led to the same room that held Michael. Nikita held out another bullet to Feng and handed it to her.

"I thought we were bringing Niamh in," Feng commented as she took the bullet and loaded it, knowing exactly what Nikita meant for it.

"That's what Madeline wants," Nikita stated as she motioned for Feng to move around. Feng narrowed her eyes, wishing that for this one thing, that Nikita listened to Madeline. It was only a small point.

"Davenport?" Nikita questioned as she inched towards her door.

"I'm inside and ready to rumble!" Davenport commented and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. There was no one left to rumble with.

"I want you to roll upstairs to the other floors... Search and seizure... See if there is anything of use for us... Maybe some stockpiles of weapons..." Nikita ordered as she stared at the door, wondering what she would see once she opened it.

"You got Michael?" Davenport questioned.

"I gave you an order. Take your team and comply," Nikita hissed and there was nothing. Nikita listened to the walls and knew that Davenport was doing exactly as ordered. Nikita swallowed. "Medical... be on standby for entrance..."

"On standby... and we have the chopper.. hovering and waiting," medical replied and Nikita nodded her head and took one deep breath.

~~

"YOU!" Niamh yelled out at Michael as she barely held onto the gun. Michael saw the blood. He knew what Nikita had done. It was brutal, but it was necessary to secure the entrance.

"They won! THEY WON!" Niamh hollered as she moved towards Michael. Nedim would have wanted her to kill Michael, but she had never pulled the trigger before on a man that she could see their eyes. Michael's green eyes looked at her.

She knew love. She knew what this man felt for his wife, Nikita... who was coming to get him. She would have done the same thing to get Nedim back.

The door opened and Nikita walked in. Michael looked at Nikita and swallowed. She looked fabulous. She didn't look injured or in pain. That was what concerned Michael the most.

"Drop it," Nikita hissed, but Niamh looked at Michael and then to Nikita. She swung the gun harshly across the top of Michael's head.

Nikita didn't know what happened to Michael, but she tackled Niamh, taking her harshly down to the ground. Nikita listened to the gun skid away from Niamh and the harsh cry from the woman. Nikita looked as Feng entered.

"Cuff her..." Nikita hissed as she stood up to her feet and pulled the gun up from the floor. Nikita then turned and moved towards Michael. She looked at his bloody and bruised body and swallowed. "Medic.. move in."

"What should I do?" Feng questioned Nikita as she had Niamh cuffed. Nikita looked at Niamh and swallowed.

"Get her on her knees..." Nikita hissed as she looked at the woman that had tortured Michael. Nikita started to remove the shackles from Michael, thinking that he was entirely unconscious. Nikita felt her heart beat faster faced with the way that Michael visually looked. "Michael... we are going to get you back..."

"Kita..." Michael whispered softly. Nikita leaned a hand against his neck, knowing that it needed to be supported. Nikita pulled the gun around and aimed it at Niamh.

"Who is your contact inside of Section One?" Nikita hissed at the woman. Niamh knew that she had nothing left. She knew that she was not going to walk out of this room alive, even if she did tell.

"William Telittle," Niamh admitted. She wanted Nikita to kill her. To send her to her husband.

"I'll send teams to him," Birkoff replied. Nikita turned and dropped her gun in Michael's lap. She pulled at the IV's, knowing that it wasn't anything useful being flooded into his system. Nikita held Michael's head carefully and looked into his eyes as he concentrated on staying awake, although the pain in his head was growing and the tingling in his arms and legs was growing stronger.

"Kill her," Nikita ordered without even turning back.

Feng didn't know if Nikita truly meant it.

"Madeline wants her brought in..." Feng warned.

"Madeline isn't running this mission. There is nothing left of Green 86 and BE. We have the mole," Nikita declared. She looked into Michael's eyes, seeing that he was grateful to see her and know that she was taking care of all business. "I said kill her."

No one in the room flinched as Feng pulled the trigger. Nikita stared at Michael even as Niamh's body hit the ground with a soft thud and the shell was heard, rolling down the floor.

*

"Hurry!" Nikita barked as she jumped out of the van and turned around. The medical team did not show how much Nikita had pushed them over and over again about Michael. The decision was made to transport him by van, one that Nikita did not agree with at all.

He was unconscious. That scared Nikita more than anything. Those few moments that she had seen his green eyes were not enough and now Nikita was allowing her overactive imagination do things to Michael that weren't going to happen.

"Step down, Nikita," the medic hissed as he stared at Nikita. Nikita clenched her jaw tightly and stood her ground. Another van pulled up and Feng exited. She was heading towards Nikita, trying to help the medics out.

"Nikita... let them go..." Feng stated as she started to pull at Nikita. Nikita wrenched her arm away. There were only two things that Nikita wanted to do right now. She wanted to be by Michael side and once he was fine, Nikita was going after William Telittle and ending his life.

"You have no power over me," Nikita hissed out the warning as she jerked her arm away from Feng. Feng was just trying to help Nikita. She felt that Nikita needed to step back and evaluate how she felt. Nikita didn't know if something was going wrong with her because she had been so focused on Michael. Feng had seen Nikita take the roll. She had seen Nikita drop down from the wire. Feng wanted to make sure that the baby and Nikita were all right.

The medical team started to move Michael out of the van and Nikita inched back but quickly took position on the side of Michael. She looked over him and looked at his closed eyes. He was breathing on his own, but Nikita was scared.

"Surgery is prepped," the medical team announced that came from inside of Section One. They started to move and Nikita moved her feet along with them, pushing her way onto the elevator, waiting to get to the entrance and to get Michael to modern medical facilities.

"I want the best!" Nikita ordered and the medical team members just looked at her. They had already received the same orders from Madeline. Nikita was the concern lover of Michael. Everyone inside of Section One knew and understood that. They also knew that if the tables were turned, that Michael would be doing the same actions that Nikita was hammering them through now.

"We are going to take care of him, Nikita... It isn't that bad," a member stated as the doors opened to the familiar hallway. She started to move with the gurney, running up the hallway, hearing the monitors beep and beep.

"Nikita," Madeline stated, but Nikita didn't even hear Madeline. Nikita had nothing else on her mind but Michael and didn't have the time for anything else. "NIKITA!"

"Shove the debrief Madeline!" Nikita hissed back as they turned the corner next to where Madeline was standing and continued down the hallway in a race to get inside of medical. Nikita felt the wall against her back, but didn't care. She knew that if she let her hands off of the gurney, that Michael would be swept further away from her. Medical wouldn't wait for Nikita.

"Come on, sugar," Walter called out as he reached his hands around her waist. He was sure that Nikita didn't even feel him standing there. She held onto the gurney until the medical team turned another corner. Walter fought to hold onto Nikita and then place her down on her feet.

"LET ME GO!" Nikita cried out but that was not in Walter's plans. He needed to know that Nikita was all right, that the baby was all right. He couldn't do that with Nikita causing havoc in medical over Michael.

"Sugar... Just come with me..." Walter tried to lure her with a soft voice. Madeline was walking towards them and Nikita shook her head.

"You are a traitor! Listening to her! I got to get to Michael," Nikita yelled at Walter as she wrenched her arm away and slammed it into Walter's chest. Walter was stunned and swallowed. He had lost Nikita for a second, but soon lunged and grabbed Nikita once more. He looked at Madeline and knew that this had to go on in other areas of Section One.

"I'll watch her, Madeline," Walter hollered down the hallway. He didn't need Madeline making maters worse. It was clear that Nikita was staying as far away from Madeline as possible.

"Walter... Michael is hurt! I need to be with him. I need to talk to him!" Nikita cried out as she kicked her legs about. Walter rolled his eyes and started down the hallway, although Madeline had not approved of what he had said. It was good enough that Madeline stopped walking towards them.

"I know... sugar... but you need to calm down... Michael is going to be in surgery for a long time..." Walter informed Nikita, although he didn't know if his worse were fully truthful. Nikita kicked once more and then became limp in his arms.

"Nikita?" Walter called out, worrying that something was wrong with her.

"I need to tell him that I love him," Nikita moaned as she started to support some of her weight. Walter took a deep breath and continued on. Stopping was not an option in his mind.

"I know.... sugar... but he knows that... he knows that you came and got him... he knows how much you love him..." Walter consoled Nikita as he saw the opened room nearby. He wasn't going to make it to the backroom next to the supplies. That was just too far and also fairly close to medical.

"What if he doesn't know?" Nikita questioned. The question was ridiculous in Walter's mind. Michael knew how much Nikita loved him. She had risked the life of their child to save him. Nikita didn't need to verbally tell Michael how much she loved him. The actions said it all.

Walter slipped into the room and closed the door. It was a difficult task, as he knew to keep his hands around Nikita. As he inched further into the room, Nikita attempted to break away. She was panting and stressed. Walter knew that it was because she wanted to see Michael.

But was that the only reason?

"Sugar.... calm down..." Walter ordered her in a strict voice. Nikita needed to pull herself together or everything that she was hiding was going to be easily guessed. Walter moved over to the wall as he watched Nikita carefully. She leaned against the wall and pulled her hands through her hair roughly.

"I need to see Michael," Nikita stated as she lifted her head and attempted a chance at sounding calm and cool. It didn't work.

"How are you?" Walter questioned.

"Me? Why are you asking about me? I need to see Michael!" Nikita responded, quickly going from the calm that she was pretending to be into exploding with the anger and fears that Walter knew where circling in her mind. Nikita dropped down to the chair and hugged herself.

Walter was afraid.

"Sugar... did anything happen?" Walter questioned as he touched her hunched over shoulders. She shook her head back and forth, but now she was starting to rock back and forth. Walter didn't like any of this. If Nikita went to medical, Walter truly believed that it should be for a check up of her own. He didn't know how much medical attention that Nikita had received for her pregnancy, but with Nikita, it was best to assume that it was minimal at best.

"I'm fine..." Nikita announced. Walter tilted his head to the side and didn't believe it. He was about to speak once more when the door opened.

"I saw you bring Nikita in," Feng commented as she turned and closed the door. She was being careful and Walter was grateful. Thus far, there was no reason for Section One to want to monitor this conversation. It wasn't a secure room, but it was safe enough.

"Sugar... talk to me..." Walter urged Nikita once more.

"I'm fine. The baby is fine," Nikita snapped out as she lifted her head and stared at Walter. Walter pressed his lips together. There was something inside of Nikita's tone and behavior that was telling Walter that Nikita was lying to him.

"She took a hard fall... when she rolled away from gunfire..." Feng revealed and Nikita shot Feng a glare. Feng moved towards Nikita and bent down. "Nikita... two days ago... I would have been entirely against you having another child... but I have seen the love that you have for Michael and I can see that this child would have a loving home... and I also need to know that it is ok."

Nikita stared at Feng and turned her head towards Walter. She was out numbered and leaned her head against the wall. She had to sort her thoughts out along with the rest of her plans. Nikita knew that for the moment, she was stuck into the room. She couldn't talk both Walter and Feng into letting her roam the halls of Section One.

"I'm just a bit hungry..." Nikita admitted as she rubbed her eyebrow. Walter smiled. This was something that he could handle.

Feng didn't know what was going on until Walter left. Nikita immediately stood up and extended her hand. Feng hitched a hand on her hip, knowing that if push came to shove; that Nikita would get what she wanted.

"The gun," Nikita stated clearly. It was as if Nikita had slipped back into mission mode. Feng looked to he side and then to Nikita. She hadn't been able to return her backup gun yet, as she had noticed Walter taking Nikita into this room. Now, Feng wished she had sent it on.

"I can't let you have it, Nikita..." Feng stated back. Nikita blinked her eyes and looked around the room.

"It's not to get into Medical.... or maybe it is... Just give it to me," Nikita stated bluntly again. It was clear that Nikita did not want to have to repeat herself once more. Feng shook her head and stepped away from Nikita.

"We aren't supposed to carry around Section, Nikita... Let us take care of things.... and once you eat and rest... then you can see Michael," Feng started to bargain with Nikita. Feng knew the longer that she kept Nikita in the room, the more likely it would be that Walter would arrive and help her out. As it was now, Walter had been gone only a few minutes.

"I outrank you... and I'll ask you once more before doing bodily harm... the gun," Nikita informed Feng as she extended her hand once more. Feng knew that she couldn't fight Nikita right now. She surely didn't want to physically fight Nikita because of the baby. Feng handed over the gun and Nikita started to move.

It was implied that Feng didn't call anyone until Walter came back into the room.

Soon, Feng sank down on the chair that Nikita had been sitting on and waited for Walter's return.

~~

Nikita's heart wanted to take her immediately to Michael's side in the operating room. Nikita even looked in that direction. She felt the pain of her decision as she turned and walked towards the White Rooms. She knew what needed to be done.

There was someone inside of Section One that had caused all of this. There was someone inside of Section One that caused Michael to leave her side, get captured, get hurt, and then rescued. There was someone inside of Section One that orchestrated the actions that caused Nikita to put her life and her child's life in danger.

He wouldn't be around much longer.

He was in the white room. That was where Nikita was going with the gun in her hand. She didn't care about what Madeline wanted or what information that Madeline was going to drag out of the man. The fact was, Madeline was just torturing the man for what he did. Nikita knew that there was nothing left of Green 86 and BE. In fact, Section One had saved all of their intel off of the computers and was going through it now. If there were anything that needed to be known, Section One would find it that way, not through the man.