Disclaimer (I always seem to forget to put this): Nikita is not owned by me no matter how much I'd dream and fantasize about it. If it were, the show would already be renewed up to the 10th season or more. And there'd definitely be WAY more Mikita moments. Oh well.

Hey everyone!

I'm back!

Okay, I've got good and bad news… sort of. It depends on how you look at it.

The Bad: my other story, One, hasn't been updated yet. It's on temporary hiatus for now. So sorry about that! The last chapter is halfway done but I just had to stop because I couldn't figure out what to write next. Writer's block got to me. But don't fret! I will update it when the time comes (which is hopefully sooner than later).

The Good: I have a new story! Okay, so I know I shouldn't be writing a multi-chap again when I haven't even finished my other one but this plot has just been bouncing around my head that I just had to write it. Maybe I'll get to finish this first. Let's see then. :]

So anyway… I'll write more, and some other details later. Just scroll down now and read, my friends! Enjoy!



"You wonder if it's a place worth living…" – 2x02

She suffers because she loves.

But this, this was torture.

Seeing him with her.

Jealousy crawls under her skin.

Nikita had always sensed that they had this connection.

So when she sees Cassandra hold Michael's hand while on a walk, it silently yet devastatingly rips through her chest.

Though somehow she anticipates that.

But at some point when Michael turns around and kisses her, well… that's different.

It was something else.

A turning point.

It's the moment she realizes that she has had enough. There is only so much heartache one person can bear.

After deleting the video feed, she gets up and leaves the work station.

"Nikki?" Birkhoff warily asks her as she passes by him to go upstairs.

She surprises him with a pitifully, heart-wrenching glance before telling him, "Pack your things."

"What? Why?"

"We're moving."


"Nikita hasn't called me back. It's been awhile." – 2x10


Michael should have known something was wrong when he was receiving less calls from Nikita than usual.

And then, one day, it just stops.

At first, he thinks that she's just busy. Oversight and Division preoccupying her time. But then days pass and nothing.

Anxiety slowly fills his every waking moment. Even in his dreams, he frets that something bad may have happened to her.

He tries calling her but the phone is no longer in use.

Sympathizing at his distress, Cassandra tells Michael to just go and personally check on the woman's welfare. She assures him that she and their son would be fine in the time he will be gone.

He didn't need to be told twice. He is on the next flight home.

Only to find that the place he thinks of as home is completely empty.

He searches for clues if there was any foul play that may have caused Nikita and Birkhoff's disappearance.

There are none.

Which meant they left voluntarily.

Without telling him.

And judging by the minimal amount of dust collecting on the floor, it happened only recently.

Confused, upset and angry, he whips out his cellphone and dials for the one person he can turn to now.

"Cassandra, I need your help. They're gone."

And so begins his mission to find her.

Not knowing what to expect when he actually found her.

6 years later.

So, whad'dya all think? (Besides it being short. XD)

Hit me up in the reviews and let me know! Good, bad, it'll always be appreciated.

Okay, so this fic is kinda different from the ones I usually write. Just something I'm trying. And while we're at that, I also sort of changed the way I write here. I'm using present tense, but I'll be reverting to my old style in the next chapter. Haha. Oh, and thank you so much for reading!

Oh, one last thing! Wasn't Arising just freakishly EPIC? And the Mikita scenes - OMG! *faints*

Till next update then. Stay awesome.