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Chapter 6: Here We Go Again

The early morning sun seeped in through drawn curtains, causing Nikita to stir in her sleep. The tan material covering her window flowed freely with the air currents from the heater. Nikita fluttered her eyelids open slowly and drew her feet closer to her body, hiding them under her thick comforter to avoid the chilly morning air. She took in a lung-full of fresh oxygen, silently thanking the world that she survived and was still able to enjoy the privilege of breathing.

The healing agent tilted her chin back and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting the calm and tranquil face of Michael. He breathed in and out evenly, his lips shaped in the form of a relieved smile. Nikita mimicked the expression with a nice smile of her own. Her elbow grazed Michael's muscular chest as she shifted her position a bit, the movement not even stirring her tired love. The bed creaked in protest to the slight movement as Nikita moved her arm under the warm blanket and found Michael's comforting hand, which rested without movement on her flat stomach. Even in sleep, Michael still couldn't let go of his child.

It had been about a week since she'd first stirred awake from her ordeal and Dr. Anderson had finally allowed Michael the privilege of sleeping with his Nikki. Sighing deeply, Nikita realized that she finally felt free again. There were no wires or tubes sticking out from her arms and she had free range of the house, although her limbs were still stiff when she walked. Most people would stick to their beds for the first few weeks after bullet wounds nearly took their lives, but Nikita definitely wasn't most people.

Thanks to her welcomed new company, Nikita was also constantly hungry, which is why she wanted to get out of bed and head down to the kitchen. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and pancakes drenched in butter and syrup corrupted her nose, making her stomach growl. Glancing over her shoulder again, Nikita still found Michael lost in deep sleep. He hadn't gotten proper rest since before the Division mission even started, so the last thing she wanted to do was wake him up.

A silver glint caught Nikita's warm brown eyes as she turned back over to face the far wall and an idea popped into her head. Wincing a bit as she did so, the strong-willed woman stretched until she gripped her iphone. Clenching her fingers around its cool surface, Nikita slid her arm back without jostling her stomach too much. After making sure the phone was on silent, Nikita searched Alex's cell number and sent a quick text.

Michael is asleep. Come help me out without waking him!

After the message went through, Nikita gently rolled the blanket off her body and welcomed the chilly air. It made her feel alive and worth while. Being very careful, Nikita lifted Michael's arm from her torso and replaced her body with a fluffy pillow. She held her breath as the man stirred in his sleep, but finally breathed again when he relaxed against the warm mattress.

Alex peeked her head in a few moments later and gave Nikita a big grin. The dark-haired woman was already in a sitting position, eager to get up and move around. Nikita held herself steady though, in fear of shaking the bed.

"Sorry. Light sleeper," Nikita whispered, tilting her head back towards Michael. Alex laughed under her breath and nodded, moving to place Nikita's right arm over her shoulders.

"One, two, three," Alex counted. On three, the two women moved quick enough to leave the bed undisturbed and sneaked out of the quiet room. Once the doors were closed, Nikita removed her arm from Alex's shoulders.

"You know he's gonna have a moment of freak-man when he realizes he's waking up with a pillow in stead of you, right?" Alex chuckled, raising her eyebrows at her Sensei. Nikita gave her a small, playful shrug.

"Better to sleep and freak out than to have not slept enough," Nikita retorted. "Or something like that," she added with a light laugh.

Nikita had taken to wearing tight sweat pants and small tanks to bed at night. She definitely preferred the dainty night slips, as well as Micheal, but she wanted to wait until her stomach was fully healed. Her stomach didn't have even a slight bump from the baby yet, so she looked thin and fit, but a bit weaker than normal.

At first Nikita walked with her back arched over a tad, but as her muscles woke up and loosened, her posture went back to normal. By the time she and Alex had descended the stairs, Nikita held herself to the highest esteem as usual.

"Morning sleeping beauty! Did we have a good night's sleep?" Birkhoff asked from his spot at the kitchen table. He rose and dropped his eyebrows a couple of times as he spoke, indicating the sleeping Michael upstairs.

"And why would that be any of your business, nerd?" Nikita asked, raising one of her own dark eyebrows into a perfect arch.

"And why would you even want to know?" Alex gagged, sticking a finger towards the back of her throat.

Nikita swung an arm around with the intention of clipping the girl on the shoulder, but Alex dodged out of the way. "I'm taking full advantage of your current state while I can. I can run when you're healed, Sensei," Alex laughed sarcastically.

"She was only telling the truth," Owen muttered as he passed, a huge bowl of steaming bacon in his hand. Nikita popped Owen on the back of the head, this time making contact. "Ouch! Even when you're out of commission, you're feisty," Owen complained, rubbing the back of his head. The sandy-haired man took a seat at the kitchen table across from Birkhoff and bit off a huge chunk of bacon.

"Woah, there tiger. I'm the one that's pregnant," Nikita smirked towards Owen, making her own plate of bacon and fresh pancakes.

"And I'm the one who eats a whole lot of crap ever since I got off the Regimen," Owen shot back in a quirky tone, like a little kid talking back to his mother.

Nikita rolled her eyes and brought up a fist, earning a pretend quake of fear from Owen.

"Babe, no one's gonna take you seriously until you're back to full health," Birkhoff laughed, drinking his coffee. Nikita exchanged a quick glance with Alex, as if asking for permission to do something.

"Nikita..." Alex trailed off, debating. "Fine! Go!" she finally laughed, knowing Nikita needed to get some fight out of her system.

Nikita smirked and sneaked up behind the unsuspecting Birkhoff. She swatted the cup off coffee out of his hand and gripped his left arm, twisting it around behind his back. Kicking his chair out from under him, Nikita shoved the genius forward and pinned his down against the table.

"Dang! She's got spunk!" Owen spat out, about choking on his bacon. He coughed a few times and smirked at Birkhoff, who was muttering many choice words under his breath.

"Get off me Nikki!" Birkhoff growled, struggling against her surprisingly strong grasp. "Dammit! Get off!"

Nikita held him down tighter and leaned forward, whispering into his ear. Birkhoff couldn't help but hold his breath and tense at the close proximity with a woman, especially Nikita. "Now, take back what you said," she cooed menacingly.

"Never in my life will I-" Nikita pulled him up and then shoved him down hard into the table again. "Okay, okay! Geeze! You can kick butt even when you're crippled!"

Nikita tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips, her eyes alight with their former fire that Amanda was never able to put out. "Good enough," she grinned, letting Birkhoff up.

He stood up slowly and rolled his shoulders, glaring at his friend. "This is what I get for hosting couple's therapy all these years," Birkhoff muttered to himself, just loud enough for Nikita to pick up.

"It's okay Birkhoff. You're a hacker, not a fighter," Alex sneered, sticking a fork into her soft breakfast.

"Whatever," he muttered, moving to grab some paper towels to clean up the spilled coffee.

"Really? More spilled liquids?" Dr. Anderson asked, stepping into the kitchen with a leather suitcase in hand.

"Blame your patient over there. She's miss I'll-kick-your-butt-when-I-feel-like-it this morning," Birkhoff piped up.

Amy sighed and glanced at Nikita, who was taking an innocent bite of her bacon. "I'd say you're lying because of her condition," she told Birkhoff, "but it is Nikita."

The olive-skinned woman turned her pink lips up into a grin and then shrugged. "Hey, what's up with the bag?" Nikita asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Gotta head back to Jacksonville, Florida. I have an actual doctor's office there with patients to tend too. You're lucky I love you so much," Amy laughed, giving Nikita a light, but large hug. When she pulled back, the doctor grabbed a piece of bacon and strutted towards the door. "Rest and call if you need anything," she added as she stepped out onto the porch.

"Not likely, but alright doc," Nikita retorted, giving her older friend a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, I figured," Amy laughed before closing the door gently behind her.

Nikita turned her head back around to find Birkhoff cheery all of a sudden. "Oh, hey! I have something for you...and me! I'll be right back!" he said quickly, running into his bedroom.

"That's the fastest I've seen him move in years," Alex commented, looking from the swinging doors back down to Nikita.

"I know. I wonder what it could be. For me and for him? What do I like that he does?" Nikita wondered out loud, earning a chuckle from Owen.

"Oh, look! Scruffy decided to make an appearance!" Owen remarked as Michael made his way down the stairs. He was dressed in jeans and a gray T-shirt that was baggy, yet showed off his muscles.

"Morning to you too, sunshine," Michael growled back in his up-beat husky tone. That proved that he'd finally gotten some rest. The experienced agent made his way over to Nikita and rested his hands on the back of her chair, leaning down to place a kiss on her head. Before he could manage though, she leaned her head back and met his lips tenderly. Michael chucked against her lips and pulled back up, giving her another sweet peck before standing straight to face everyone. "Who's the chef?" Michael asked, nodding his head towards all the food.

"That would be me," Owen remarked, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Regimen boy can cook?" Michael chuckled, egging Owen on.

"Hey, knock it off," Nikita stated as she swallowed a bite of syrupy food. "Let's all try-" She was cut off by Birkhoff tripping back into the kitchen.

"Slow down nerd, before you break something," Nikita said, surprised by his level of excitement.

"Shut up and listen," he snapped, earning a raised eyebrow from Michael. "Don't give me that look. I know you won't hurt me."

"You mean the way you knew I wouldn't hurt you?" Nikita asked, tilting her head towards the bruise forming on his forehead.

"Yeah, Birkhoff. You're not thinking too clearly today," Alex chipped in as she plopped down quietly beside Owen.

Birkhoff held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, just listen! I got all of us plane tickets for that vacation you told Alex about, Michael!" The nerd held up five shiny gold tickets, one for each of them.

"And what makes you think your coming?" Michael asked in a nonchalant tone. The look Birkhoff gave him was priceless and the women could barely hold back their laughs.

"You've got to be kidding me! I've been playing house-maid and host for weeks now for all of you lunatics and I can't go on a vacation? Dude, that's so wrong! Michael, you gotta let me go man! I need the sun and beach! My brain's gonna bust from all the hacking I've been doing for you and miss moody there," Birkhoff whined, glaring at Nikita who just smirked back at him. "Not to mention Russian woman and her sidekick!" Birkhoff continued, indicating Alex and Owen. "I-"

"Birkhoff, chill out! He was joking! Take a breath and just stop talking, please," Nikita sighed, standing up from her chair. She gave her nerdy buddy a hug and then pulled back, glancing at his wide hazel eyes. "Are you okay now?"

Birkhoff nodded sheepishly and glared at Michael, who had his straight face plastered on. "Jerk."

Michael simply shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his arms around Nikita's waist when she came to stand in front of him. She leaned into his embrace and rested her head against his broad shoulder as Alex stood up from the table, eying Birkhoff heavily.

"Russian woman?" she asked, burning Birkhoff with her ice blue eyes. Michael chuckled at Alex's fire, which was very similar to Nikita's. You could almost say, in a way, like mother like daughter.

"And her sidekick? I'm not a sidekick, geek," Owen growled as Alex stalked up to Birkhoff and had him pinned to the wall.

"I hope these tickets are somewhere good- oh my gosh! Maui, Hawaii!" Alex squealed, dropping her rant with Birkhoff. She snatched the tickets from his hands and trotted over to Nikita, showing her trainer.

"Wow, nice pick, nerd. I give you props," Nikita stated with a smirk, passing the tickets on to Michael. He gripped them in one hand and looked them over.

"How much did you manage to spend, Birkhoff?" Michael wondered, his voice dangerous, yet playful.

Birkhoff rolled his hazel eyes as he poured himself another cup of hot coffee. "Fifteen grand for the whole trip. No big," the tech. geek sputtered, waving his hand as he took a sip of his drink.

"Only he can say 'no big' when talking about fifteen grand," Nikita muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

All of a sudden, ShadowNet started binging loudly from the living room, indicating that it had picked something up. "What the hell do you have it looking out for now?" Nikita growled, rubbing her ears as the squealing spread throughout the home.

"I never changed it from Division. It's still looking out for anything related to the black boxes," Birkhoff stuttered, standing and walking into the dimly lit room. He pressed a few keys and everyone let out a relieved sigh when the beeping stopped.

Nikita reluctantly wove her way from Michael's grasp and moved to stand behind Birkhoff as he typed constantly against the keyboard and brought up more busy screens on the mash of computers. The main screen went black for a moment before lighting back up again with the outline and build of a black box rotating so we could see every angle.

"What the-" Birkhoff trailed off as he continued to bring up more screens. The screen farthest to the right changed to a list of the previous black boxes that the group had skillfully destroyed. There were six on the list. All of the boxes had seen their last day, along with the data stored in them.

"What it is, Birkhoff?" Michael asked from behind Nikita, his voice strained. He didn't like to be left out of the loop, not that anyone besides Birkhoff and his machines were in it.

"There's a seventh black box Michael and someone is trying to activate it," Birkhoff said, his mouth gaped open.

"That's impossible. Percy only created six!" Alex blurted out.

"We destroyed all of them to render Oversight powerless so we wouldn't have to worry about tracking them down and killing them," Nikita stated as well, backing up Alex's claim.

Birkhoff told everyone to wait as he typed more codes into the computer. The main screen stopped the rotating black box and zoomed in until a very faint signature showed. It didn't read a clear name, but a coded one. "That moron," Birkhoff snorted, zooming in even further. He pressed one simple button and the signature went blurry, then reappeared un-coded.

"I don't believe it. Amanda was stupid enough to sign a secret black box that she created?" Michael croaked, his expression a mix of shock, anger, and humor.

"Apparently so," Birkhoff sighed, plopping down in his swivel chair. He placed his hands behind his head and spun around to face everyone as Nikita spoke up.

"I never considered her very bright. Just, dress-smart and manipulative," Nikita snarled, her eyes alight with a dangerous glint.

"So, what should we do about this little setback?" Owen asked, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. These little black messes were really starting to work his nerves.

"We find it and destroy it like all the others," Nikita stated flatly, standing up straight and firm.

"You mean we need too," Michael stated, talking about everyone but Nikita. "You need to rest."

"As long as that box is out there and threatening us and this baby," Nikita shot back, placing her hand on her stomach, "I'm not going anywhere close to rest. I'm gonna hunt it down and put a bullet though it like all the others." Nikita's tone was harsher than she meant it to be and it challenged Michael, but he merely nodded. There was no sense in arguing with Nikita, especially when it came to her loved ones.

"Looks like our vacation is going to have to be put on hold," Alex sighed, glancing down at Birkhoff. His eyes went wide and he let out a huge, annoyed groan.

"Division is nothing but a pain in the ass," Birkhoff grumbled, pounding his fist against the glass computer desk.

"We need to get moving before Oversight finds out the seventh black box exists, which they probably already know," Michael added, placing a calm hand on Nikita's tense shoulder.

Nikita let out a soft sigh and glared towards the screen that showed the little burden. Without saying a word, she turned and headed back up the stairs, completely oblivious to the healing wounds on her stomach.

"Here we go again," she breathed, revenge and determination setting her eyes ablaze.

Well everyone, this was the last chapter for this story! There will be a sequel, so I hope you are dying to read it! Please R&R on this last chapter to let me know if it is worth continuing on into a sequel. I have many twists and turns planned, but if it isn't worth it, I have other projects I'm excited to get started on as well. Please let me know a.s.a.p.! Thanks!