Lesson One

1: Operation Lemondrop

While this is considered a FANFICTION it is only INSPIRED by Nikita. You do NOT need to watch the television show in order to understand the plot of this story: it can stand alone. The timeline of this story is BEFORE the CW television show and does not overlap with the show. Reading this will not give any spoilers nor will watching the show spoil the story.  

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His fingers flew over the keys, pausing only to reach for an energy drink. Lifting it to his lips with one hand, the other busy manipulating the mouse, he poured the last few drops onto his tongue. “Where’s my refill?” he barked out, not so much as bothering a glance over his shoulder.

Alicia stared at the back of Birkhoff’s head, taking in his shaggy brown hair. He was too busy typing away to realize that his Command Center was no longer as empty as it had been. In fact, he was so absorbed in his work he had no idea who was now standing behind him. If he had, he probably wouldn’t have crushed the can against the table, slamming it under his fist as one of the startled technicians tried desperately to get his attention. “Uh sir-“

“Genius doesn’t fuel itself,” he cut the man off. Eyes still locked on his screen, he pointed deftly towards where the refrigerator rested against the far wall.

Amanda flashed Percy a dry smile before striding forwards. Her heels clicked with every step, the sound filling the Command Center. It echoed off the walls as the room fell silent. The poor technician who had been tasked with getting Birkhoff’s drink stood frozen, his eyes wide as he turned to catch sight of Amanda. “Birkhoff,” her pointed tone took hold on the room as well as the man in question, “can you tell me why I’m here?”

He spun in his chair, quickly scanning over the four that stood before him. His eyes danced over Alicia and her fellow recruit, Samson, to take in Percy for a brief second. One look at the impeccably dressed man and the humorless smirk he donned was enough to send his eyes darting to Amanda in worry. Just what I needed, he thought dryly, the dragon lady herself. Trying to keep a straight face he shrugged, raking one of his hands through his shaggy hair to keep it from falling in his eyes. “No, I can’t,” he answered honestly. When it came to Amanda he didn’t even bother with his usual games. She was all business, and he had no interest in the type of business she was oh-so famous for. “I’ve been in virtual hell, trying to find the semantics behind that encrypted call we intercepted,” Birkhoff muttered.

It wasn’t hard for Alicia to see the man was shaken by his higher-ups appearing out of nowhere. Whatever he’d been so submerged in only moments ago was now forgotten as he stared up into Amanda’s piercing gaze. She couldn’t blame him, and the slight jittering of his hand was something she could easily relate to. The woman had the same effect on nearly everyone at Division, even the insanely handsome Michael who stalked the halls like some brooding creature. Word in the halls was that an Agent had gone rogue, and the name behind it held just as much mystery as the woman herself. Nikita; the woman who had single handedly pushed all of Division into Amanda’s finely tuned sights.

“I sent for you an hour ago, Birkhoff,” she informed him, taking a small step forward. Her hands were clasped together behind her back, a clearly false smile playing on her burgundy lips. It didn’t take a genius to see that she had a bone to pick with the man, and Alicia felt sorry for him.

I’m glad I’m not him, Alicia silently thanked the gods as she watched the man stiffen. Normally she wouldn’t have paid any attention to the guy at the computer desk. Division was her second chance, and the only reason she ought to be sizing a man up should relate to the job and nothing more. Yet she found her eyes taking in his face, filing every little detail away for safe keeping. So this is Birkhoff in his natural habitat, her heart picked up as she realized he was in the middle of working on something. She’d often wondered what he’d be like outside of class. As a recruit she’d only ever handled simulations during her training.