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Stranger than Fiction

"I thought I was doing the right thing, not getting into her business, waiting for her to come to me." Tess looked as despondent as she felt.

"None of us knew what she had gotten herself into." Evan squeezed Tess' hand. "She would have known we would disapprove."

Joe shook his head. "None of us are responsible for this. She lied to us." He was angry.

Joe Bishop was used to dealing with murderers, thieves, hot-heads, white collar criminals, men and women who had a history of always making the wrong choice, bad ass gang thugs and the criminally insane. He was also used to working with the best police force in the country. What he loathed, but accepted was the bureaucracy that went along with it. It was part of the job, clearly an aspect of public service that was to be expected and endured as long as it fell within the boundaries of the greater good. Cat's disappearance pushed those boundaries and was a very dark shade of gray. When the New York City Police Commissioner and the Mayor demanded his presence, he knew the story that J.T. Forbes told had merit. That was unsettling, what they said to him was even worse.

Catherine Chandler and Vincent Keller's disappearance was no longer a criminal matter. When he told Tess and Evan that he was taking this to the next level, he had no idea where it would end.

This case, committed in his back yard, his precinct violated by taking one of his Detective's, was no longer his. It would be handled by a Task Force comprised of select members of the CIA, NSA, DoD and Homeland Security. They would be supervised by a Committee of U.S. Senators, who in turn were reporting to the President of the United States. He was told human trials conducted by the U.S. government, under the direction of a third party, who was ultimately unable to control what it created, wasn't something the President wanted to read about in the New York Times.

Now he was commanded to bring in Cat's immediate family and anyone, they emphasized, anyone who had anything to do with this case. They would be questioned and briefed on the situation.

~o~

"Are we ready, to continue?" He asked.

"Yes, I believe we are." She crossed her arms and smiled at him with a glint in her eye, he thought she looked power hungry, a trait he admired in a woman.

They watched the monitor with interest as three guards brought Catherine to see Vincent. It had been two weeks since they were taken and this was the first time they would be together since their night at the warehouse.

"Vincent, thank God you're alive." Her voice cracked with emotion. "What have they done to you?" They found themselves clutching each other like their lives depended on it.

He loosened his grip on her and stared at her with glassy eyes. "They're keeping me drugged to control me. Otherwise, I am all... Catherine... " His low raspy voice was also filled with emotion and regret. "You're the reason that I've kept going, that I haven't given up."

She understood, she felt the same way. "We've been here for fifteen days, and I've thought about you the entire time." She laid her head on his shoulder.

"This isn't Murifield." He said.

"I know, one of their doctor's told me as much." She whispered back to him.

He tilted her face up and stared at her in that familiar way she coveted. "You were shot, they said they saved your life."

"I'm okay now. I'm better." She tried to force a smile, but tears sprang from her eyes. "My father, Heather and Tess, I wonder if they think I'm dead."

"J.T. would have come back to the warehouse and known something was wrong. He would have gone to someone, we had a plan to expose Murifield." Vincent said with a hint of encouragement.

Catherine began to tremble. "But, Murifield is gone. These people are much worse, I can feel the evil in them."

Vincent held her in his arms. "I am so sorry. You wouldn't be here if I had just left you alone." The lost look, she first saw in him when they met, was back.

"That's not true, I'm here because I wouldn't let you leave me alone." She looked up at him until he kissed her and Catherine responded. "Vincent, remember this. I love you."

Seeing him had given back her courage and determination. She was much stronger than she appeared. "We are not going to die here."

The door to his prison opened and the guards who brought her to Vincent, held him back as she was led away.

She smirked and turned the monitor off. "That's so endearing. There's nothing like love to keep one going."

He took her hand and kissed it. "Now what would you know about love?"

She looked amused. "I know it makes you weak and colors your judgment and never ends well but you already knew that. We've given them enough. We'll go ahead with the experiments that Anton has created." She glowed with excitement.

He warned her. "Remember he has no idea what pure adrenaline injected into his heart will do to him. It could kill him."

She shrugged and looked ambivalent. "They have instructions to go slow, keep track of his progress and use the drugs available to see how he responds."

He looked troubled. "Torturing him that way is brutal, he may not survive. This whole project will go under."

She gave him a smoldering look. "We'll keep our fingers crossed that Catherine can keep him alive."

~o~

Heather Chandler sat next to her father and clutched his arm. They were seated in the office of the Mayor and on their right sat J.T. and on their left were Tess, Joe and Evan. Directly in front of them were the Mayor, the Police Commissioner and two men in suits, black suits to be exact. J.T. would have thought it amusing if he wasn't so ready to crap his pants.

One of the men in black who had been standing in the background came forward. He was tall, well built and handsome. He gave Catherine's father, Thomas Chandler a second look, something about him seemed familiar.

"My name is Sean Pierce. I am a special liaison with this newly created Task Force whose goal is to bring Catherine Chandler and Vincent Keller home."

"We felt it important to let Mr. Chandler and Ms. Chandler know that we will do everything in our power to bring your daughter and sister back to you. We want to assure Lieutenant Bishop, Detective Vargas and Dr. Marks that this is a priority and the directive to investigate this case comes from the very top. We would like Mr. Forbes to know that we intend to find and help Vincent Keller."

"Everything from this point forward is classified." He looked at Joe. "All of your people will be briefed of the highly sensitive nature of this case. We'll keep you updated as best we can."

He looked at Catherine's father and sister, than at J.T. "We feel it's necessary to put you under protective custody. This is for your own safety and for the safety of Catherine and Vincent. If you refuse, we will have to detain you." He saw the alarmed look on their faces. "We have the authorization to do this and as far as we are concerned, your civil rights will not be violated if we do so."

J.T. raised his hand like a fourth grader. "Who are you guys?"

"What you need to know and to believe is that we're here to help." He looked at everyone in the room. "As difficult as this seems, you need to get on with your lives."

~o~

"What's new you ask? Tomb Raider is getting a reboot and Lara Croft looks hot." Birkhoff had taken sarcasm to a new level, both in his tone and by the graphic t-shirts he wore. "But what you really want to know is what Shadow-net has on it's radar."

Shadow-net was a super search engine on steroids that was programmed to recognize key words from a hard drive known as The Black Box. Birkhoff had named it in memory of his former self, Shadow Walker, an anarchist computer hacker who had liberated over one hundred million dollars from corporations who had grown wealthy on the misery of others. He was every computer hacker's idol, until the FBI and CIA arrested him, sent him to prison and gave him a choice. Work for a clandestine organization or rot in his cell.

"It's a slow week, one item came to light and that would be a ping on Operation Murifield. Remember that one Mikey?" Birkhoff opened a screen on the sixty inch monitor and a list of names accompanied by images appeared.

Michael knit his brow and stroked his chin. "I do remember this, it was a project Percy was working on post 9/11. Create the perfect Super Soldier using crossed species DNA, and genitically modify these men to be 185% more indestructable."

Always calm and collected and unlike Birkhoff, well groomed, Michael had an extraordinary memory. His background was in Naval Intelligence and when his wife and young daughter were killed in a car bombing, he dedicated his life to hunting down their killer. His life had been consumed with hatred, revenge and defending the work of this black ops organization, until Nikita changed that.

"How'd that work out for Percy?" Nikita asked. She walked into the room dressed in a leather jumpsuit and three inch heels. Her wardrobe had improved considerably, now that she was a key agent with the new Division. Nikita had earned the right to be known as a Ninja out of the pages of Vogue.

She said Percy's name with disdain. He had been the former leader of Division, a murderer and all around self absorbed psychopath. Percy quietly wanted to rule the world, by collecting and storing State secrets and sensitive information on what he called a Black Box. He became everyone's enemy and was the reason Nikita went rogue. She had made it her life to bring him down.

"Actually, not well. Percy had the DoD pull the funding and Murifield was left with a handful of soldiers who became uncontrollable killing machines. They irradicated them all. Their families were told they died in the line of duty in Afghanistan."

"All except one. Vincent Keller, he or his remains were never found, but by all official accounts he died in enemy combat." Birkhoff added.

"Another one of Percy's blunder's. So why did Shadow-net bring this to light?" Nikita asked with her hands on her hips. "It's been buried for ten years."

Michael never tired of looking at her and after all these years as her mentor, then her nemesis, and now her lover, she still aroused feelings in him, and Nikita knew it.

"I just got a call from the CIA and I have the answer to that question." Ryan Fletcher walked into the communication and security hub of the new Division. He was a former CIA Analyst who had risked his life to expose Percy and with Nikita's help had taken over the leadership of Division when the unsanctioned organization was disintegrating. "They've been keeping tabs on Murifield and two weeks ago they were completely wiped out. All their personnel dead, their records confiscated, their facility burnt to the ground."

"Good riddance." Nikita said under her breath. She crossed her arms and realized he wasn't through talking.

"They wanted to advise us that Vincent Keller, the one MIA member of that program had recently surfaced. It appears he was taken prisoner, along with a New York Police Detective Catherine Chandler." Birkhoff pressed a few keys and their images appeared on the monitor. Ryan gave his people a serious look of dread.

"This has Amanda and Ari's fingerprints all over it. The chatter is they intend to use Keller as a human guinea pig and see if they can't perfect a way to make super soldiers out of ex Gogol operatives."

Nikita's expression hardened. Amanda, the woman with the red hair, had been there when Division was at it's peak of killing both guilty and innocent people. Her companion and partner in terrorism, Ari Tasarov was the former leader of Gogol, a Russian mercenary group that was by all accounts and measure, another black ops organization, just like the old Division.

"Sean was asked to give the cursory explanation that the U.S. Government is doing everything they can." Ryan added. The ex Navy Seal had proved invaluable in many ways and his distance from Division gave him credibility.

Nikita looked at the images of Vincent Keller and Catherine Chandler. She was disgusted to hear this had started out under Percy's watch and now taken over by Amanda and Ari to develop and wreak more havoc and mayhem. "He's a victim, she's innocent. Are we going to let Amanda and Ari get away with this?" Nikita asked.

"I think Hellz No, pretty much sums it up." Birkhoff said under his breath.

The End... but to be continued.

Author's Notes

If you're rolling your eyes at the absurdity of how this story ends, well I get it. If you're laughing your ass off, I get that too.

I love Crossover Fan Fics. I have read some really clever, intriguing and entertaining Crossovers and thought this was a really good pairing. Give me a break, I could have gone for Beauty and the Beast/Power Rangers! (Be thankful.)

So if I disappointed you with a unfinished story, that had no resolution between Catherine and Vincent and you have no idea where this is going, I apologize. However, I think there are some really great and wonderful fics on this fandom that would fulfill your needs in a way I never could.

BTW, it must be obvious that I think Nikita is a super duper, kick ass, action show and the cast is fantabulous. It's evolved over time and if Ryan Fletcher grows some balls, it'll be even better. Beauty and the Beast rebooted is much better than I imagined. The storyline is great and OMG! Vincent! I'll watch to see him take his shirt off. (OMG!)

I plan on following up with a Crossover and hope you'll stay tuned for the continuation of this story.

To those who left me reviews, I love you guys. It is so gratifying to know that someone is reading. To those who are following this story, I hope you'll give the follow up a chance.

Thanks again to all who took the time to read this.

~Love, Mochi