Her Dark and Bloody Vengeance

Chapter Two

As they gathered in Operations, it felt as if no time had passed at all. Ryan had restored the room to its former glory, eliminating all traces of Amanda. Memories of past mission debriefings sent shivers down Nikita's spine. She had to remind herself that Percy was truly dead, and that the last word he breathed had been her name. Michael gently squeezed her hand for support, and she smiled gratefully back at him. He would always be there for her when she needed it. Looking around the room, Nikita passed her gaze from face to face, and was met with small smiles from her unconventional family. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Alex. Nikita loved the girl like a younger sister, and was glad to see her looking so genuinely happy. Her curly hair was slightly longer and her cheeks were marked with the ghost of a sunburn, but other than that she was exactly how Nikita remembered her. Two months was a long time to be away from somebody you cared about. Nikita watched how Alex leaned in to whisper something in Sean's ear, causing them both to chuckle, and him to plant a kiss on the top of her head. Just then, Nikita caught Alex's eye and the girl's face lit up in a smile. She practically ran across the room to fling her arms around her mentor.

"Nikita!" Alex exclaimed. "I missed you!"

"How was Paris?" Nikita asked, returning Alex's hug.

"Beautiful, minus a nasty little encounter with the French mafia. How was Barbados? Hot?" Alex put extra emphasis on the sexual innuendo. Not that she would actually want to know about Michael and Nikita's sex life, they were like her parents.

"Very hot." Nikita replied with a wink, causing Alex to laugh and Michael to awkwardly clear his throat. "I hope the boyscout has been treating you well."

"Very well." Alex agreed, returning Nikita's wink, making Sean blush.

"If we're all done with the happy reunion, I'd like to address the issue at hand." Ryan said, drawing attention to his presence.

"It's good to see you too, Fletch." Nikita greeted teasingly, and Ryan nodded at her. Michael couldn't help but feel jealous of the look that passed between the two of them. He knew that they had been through a lot together, and had a feeling that if he wasn't in the picture, Ryan and Nikita would be together.

"Down to business, you're probably wondering why you're here." Ryan started.

"And here I was thinking that you were just throwing us a surprise party." Sean quipped sarcastically. Alex smacked him in the arm, while Nikita and Michael tried to fight their smirks.

"Sadly no, there's a much more serious reason. Sonya can explain." Ryan gestured towards the female nerd.

"Birkhoff and I were looking through records from our oversees resources a few days ago, and we discovered an assassination on a man named Raigo Saar, in Tallinn, Estonia." Sonya explained.

"No offense, but why are we needed? Couldn't you just send some Division agents to investigate?" Alex asked.

"We would, except Raigo Saar was one of the five people in the world capable of decoding a black box." Ryan answered. "And we all know who needs a decoded black box."

"Amanda." Nikita breathed. "She's back." Michael wrapped a supportive arm around her as the truth of the matter sunk in. Amanda, the master manipulator, psychologist and psychopath was back.

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"Guys, I have something I think you're going to want to see!" Birkhoff announced. Everyone had been in a practically frantic mood, trying to discover Amanda's whereabouts. They all knew that it was probably futile, but they had to try. Amanda with a decoded black box and a grudge against Division was incredibly dangerous.

"Did you find something?" Nikita demanded, as she made her way to the computer monitor.

"Not about Amanda exactly, but I thought you'd like to know." Birkhoff gestured to the screen where Owen Elliot's face glared back.

"What's going on?" Michael asked.

"Owen's just been checked into Lincoln Trail Behavioral Health System," Nikita read in disbelief. "Owen's been taken to a psychiatric hospital." A million panicked thoughts ran through Nikita's mind, what had happened to him? Was Amanda involved? Had he gone into a Regimen relapse? Was he going through withdrawal again?

"Stop worrying, we don't know anything yet. He could have found something connected to the black boxes." Michael tried to soothe Nikita.

"In a mental institution?"

"You never know with Percy. It's probably nothing," Michael smiled reassuringly. "Alex, you go with Nikita to retrieve Owen, it's about a thirty minute drive from here. You can come up with a plan on the road."

"Actually, I'm in charge here." Ryan announced, causing everyone to stare at him.

"God, is this one of their Alpha male competition things?" Alex whispered to Nikita. "The testosterone is killing me."

"Do you have a better idea?" Michael asked, a little angry that his authority was being questioned.

"Not really," Ryan admitted sheepishly. "Alright, Alex, Nikita, go get us a mental patient."

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"You do know that I can drive, right?" Alex complained. "Nobody ever lets me drive."

The two women had been driving in their silver KIA for almost twenty minutes, and Alex was going insane. She hated being in small spaces for long periods of time, it reminded her too much of the night her parents died.

"So how are you Alex? Really?" Nikita asked. She would always worry about her protegee. Her life had been hard, and Alex truly deserved happiness.

"I've been doing well. Really," Alex smiled. "Sean is everything I could've asked for, you know? Someone who is just as messed up as me."

"You're not messed up, Alex." Nikita denied.

"Tell that to all my years of emotional baggage." Alex joked. "But really, I'm happier than I can ever remember being. Sean and I are good together, and I think I might actually be in love with him."

"That's fantastic, Alex." Nikita glowed with pride. She was constantly amazed by Alex's strength.

"It really is. Being together, and being a part of the good fight is everything I ever wanted. All I ever wanted was to be like you, Nikita." Alex confessed.

"You're not like me, Alex. You're better." The two women shared a smile, and Alex had to fight off the tears in her eyes. She had missed Nikita. A lot.

"So how are you and Michael doing?" Alex asked. She would always worry about her mentor. After such a troubled past, Nikita deserved happiness.

"We're doing great. Now that Percy's dead, it's like Michael finally is free to do stupid things, like make pancakes and sleep until noon and dance in the kitchen." Nikita laughed at all the memories. "It's been like a dream."

"But you're not free yet, are you?" Alex's wisdom sometimes scared Nikita. "You can't truly be free until Amanda is dead."

"I don't want to kill her though. She broke my heart, but a part of me will always love her." Nikita admitted.

"You love her?" Alex demanded.

"Not how I love Michael, but how I love you or Birkhoff or Carla. Amanda will always be a part of me, whether I like it or not. She made me who I am today," Nikita sighed. "Amanda showed me what a home could be, but now Michael is my home. Does that make sense?"

"Of course it makes sense. Division was a huge part of your life, especially Amanda." Alex comforted. "She was your mentor, just like how you're my mentor."

"I knew you would understand." Nikita smiled half-heartedly, she could always count on Alex.

"Now come on, we have to go break into a psychiatric hospital." Alex announced with a grin as Nikita pulled into a parking spot.

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Breaking into the Lincoln Trail Behavioral Health System proved easier than expected. Their identities weren't questioned, and they were easily granted access to every level of the Institution. Smuggling Owen out hadn't been a problem either, the staff were practically begging for Nikita and Alex to take him away. They hadn't hit traffic on their way back to Division, and even arrived back fifteen minutes earlier than they expected. None of those things were the problem. The problem was that Owen was truly and completely insane.

"Here comes the candle to put you to bed! Here comes the chopper to chop off your head! Chop! Chop! Chop!" Owen sang in a hauntingly bonkers melody. His eyes were permanently glazed and distant, a constant reminder of his gloomy mental state. Ryan had set up a room in Division's medical wing for Owen, who currently rocking back and forth on the bed.

"Oh God, what are we going to do about him?" Nikita asked Ryan with a sigh.

"We're going to figure out what caused this, and stop it. That's what we always do." Ryan replied, placing a kiss on her forehead. Nikita knew that Ryan still had feelings for her, but now was not that the time to think of those feelings. Right now, Nikita needed whatever comfort she could get.

"I know," Nikita sighed again, and let Ryan wrap an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. "He was doing so well, Ryan. After everything he had been through, he was finally doing okay."

"We're going to get through this." Ryan insisted.

"But he won't." Nikita stared down at Owen. "He was so strong, I don't understand what could've done this to him."

"You can leave, you know. You don't have to deal with this. You and Michael could go back to Barbados and pick up where you left off, start a new life there," Ryan suggested. "This doesn't have to be your fight anymore."

"Yes it does, I owe it to him." Nikita gestured towards the singing Owen. "His fiance was murdered and he got through it. He was addicted to Regimen and he got through it. Whatever caused him to become this needs to be stopped."

"I knew you were going to say that," Ryan smiled and dropped his arm from around Nikita as Michael walked in. "I have some important stuff I have to do, in my office, so I'm going to go there now."

"How are you holding up?" Michael asked, concern evident in his voice. He had never really liked Owen, but he knew how much Nikita had cared about him.

"I'm doing alright," The lie was evident on Nikita's face.

"No, you're not. You can't lie to me Nikita, I know you." Michael smiled knowingly.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just been a hard day." Nikita leaned into Michael, letting his embrace surround her. He gave her his strength when she had none.

"Let's go home. Things will be better tomorrow." Michael stroked her hair lovingly.

"You!" Owen exclaimed in the middle of his song, pointing at Michael and giggling. "I have a very special message for you."

"What are you talking about?" Michael demanded.

"A very special lady went to a lot of trouble to make sure you got this message," Owen explained with a grin.

"What's the message?"

"My turn."

Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the amazing reviews I got! It's great to know that some people actually enjoy my writing. Anyways, I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter. It's not my best writing.

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