Author's Note: I'm back! Haha sorry, I've always wanted to say that. Anyway as you can probably tell, I haven't made a Nikita one-shot in a while, but to reiterate; I'm back! And I'm not just one-shot back, I'm back with a multi-fic. Anyway, how awesome was the last episode (2.09)? Enjoy!

"Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I say to you"

-Haunted, Taylor Swift

'sorry it didn't go as planned. have to go to weapons training. back later.'

The computer beeped twice, alerting Nikita that Alex had logged off. They weren't scheduled to talk again until the next morning, which meant she was completely alone for at least the next twelve hours. Alone with her thoughts. Inhaling slowly, she found herself savoring the calmness and innocence it brought to her shaky, flustered state.

"Say hi to Michael for me," she joked sarcastically. Nikita go up and kicked open her gun case."After he's done blubbering on Percy's shoulder, that is."

It was ironic, really, she thought bitterly, that he was mad at her. After all, Percy had been the one who'd thrown the whole mission. And even though he knew just as much as she did, how important and personal the mission was to Michael, he still ruined it, just to take her down. Some friend you got there.

She sighed again and ran her fingers through her hair. It was times like this where she really missed Daniel. He had always been there for her, with a listening ear or truthful advice, no matter how harsh it was. He would understand what she had been doing when she called the police on Michael. He'd understand that she was saving her...friend, from doing something rash. Something that would ruin his entire life.

Shaking her head, Nikita realized she had to calm down. She couldn't let this whole issue blow her entire mission. Michael was part of Division. Sure, for a second she thought maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to change, but no. It was stupid and naive to think things like that.

Michael is Division.

"So how was my favorite girl?" Percy smirked before knocking back another glass of alcohol.

"Excuse me?" Michael questioned, looking up from the reports he had been filing.

"Nikita," Percy stated, as if that one word explained everything in its entirety.

"Sir, I thought you called me here to update the reports on the recruits?"

"I did," the elder man rehashed. "But I need to know what, exactly, happened out there."

"You want to know who she's working with, I assume?" Michael inquired crisply.

Percy paused at his employee's unusually bitter tone, taking another sip of his drink before replying. "To be frank, I need to know if there's any chance you may have mistakenly slipped any intel to Nikita."

"Well, 'to be frank', I'm quite offended you really think that little of me. Division is my family; I consider it an honor to be able to protect it."

"Michael," a soft voice hushed. "We're not trying to insinuate any kind of betrayal on your part. It's just that, Nikita has become a bigger issue than we originally anticipated. Whoever her mole is, he-or she-is a lot higher up in our ranks then we thought. And since you were undeniably one of the closest people to her, we simply wish to know if her influence on you was lasting."

Michael glared at Amanda's cheery, all-knowing presence. She had most-likely been in the room the entire time, he realized angrily, turning his resent-filled eyes back on Percy. "I already proved my loyalty to you. Now, are we done here?"

"Hello?"

Nikita tensed and automatically grabbed her gun. She silently moved over to the doorway, waiting to pounce.

"Nikita? Are you here?"

She paused, but didn't lower her gun or relax her stiff position. That voice; it was too familiar.

"Owen?"