Nizzy on the rampage-
Summary: Izzy and Noah are married and have a four year old girl. Izzy does something stupid such as break into a government facility due to paranoia that they're planning to experiment on her child. This ends her up in an asylum. This also ends Noah up with long hours of unending child care to a child almost a crazy as Izzy. And taking care of one crazy girl was hard enough before all this.
"Izzy, what'd you have to go and do something like that for?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but Noah cut her off. "No, don't answer me with, 'they were gonna kill her.'"
Izzy rolled her eyes playfully. "No, Silly! I wasn't gonna say they were gonna kill her; that'd be stupid. They were gonna do their alien experiments on her!"
Noah groaned. "We've been through his before, Izzy, the government is not out to get us."
"So they claim!"
Noah decided it was probably best if he changed the subject before they really got into it. "So, how long are they making you stay to evaluate your insanity level?"
Izzy frowned, "You mean 'sanity level'!"
Noah nodded. "Yeah, Iz, you're sanity level."
She shrugged. "Only a few weeks if I have a good result, which we both know, I will."
That didn't make Noah the slightest bit relieved, if not a little more nervous. "Not that I'm undermining your sanity, but what if you fail? How long, then?"
Izzy grinned at him. "But I won't fail," she said, confidently.
"How long, IZ?!" He lost all patience.
Izzy fell to the ground laughing in hysterics. Noah didn't know whether to join her from his own frustration- or groan in exasperation at the sight.
"You know," Izzy said, suddenly, between breathes, "you're really sexy when you're angry."
He honest - to - God didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or just another delusion her brain made up for her.
He appropriately chose the first.
"Six months," Izzy giggled, finally.
"What?" Her sudden voice broke him from his thoughts.
"Well, listen next time. Gosh, Noah, you really should learn to listen when other people talk to you."
That was rather ironic, as when he told her something she was off to some other world, doing God-knows-what. But he knew better than to point that out.
"I'm sorry, Izzy," he told her. "Please repeat."
She sighed. "Fine. I said six months."
Noah's stomach sank. "S-six months? That's half a year!"
Izzy, who was still explaining, rolled her eyes, "Yes, it is. Now, pay attention!"
"What about Morgan?! She can't go without you for half a year."
Izzy frownef, putting a finger to her chin. "Oh, I forgot we made Morgan," she mused.
Noah wasn't amused. "Please tell me you did not forget about our daughter..."
"No! Of course not. That'd make me a bad mom. It just took me a second to REMEMBER we had a daughter."
"That's even worse," Noah mumbled, resisting the urge to rub his face in frustration.
It was moments like this that made him wonder why he even fell in love with her.
The crazy light in Izzy's eyes subsided, showing him a moment of lucidness. "It's only gonna be three weeks," she said softly. "And then twenty-one more... if I fail. You don't need to worry about anything, okay?"
Suddenly he remembered, it was moments like this.
The next day, Noah took three weeks off from work. His boss was a little reluctant to give him the time off, but when he realized that Noah wasn't in his best mood, he decided a little time off would do him good.
And so, as he walked out of his Boss's office, Noah couldn't help, but hear the gossipy whispers about his wife. Didn't these people have lives?!
"No cause you're a bunch of workaholic accountants," Noah thought. (*No offense of workaholic accountants.)
"I heard she tried to jump out of a plane without a parachute because she thought she could fly," One of the gossipors informed.
He smiled fondly at that memory. "I remember that; I had to convince her not to."
"Oh yeah?" Said another one. "I heard that she bought a zoo in order to release all the animals."
Noah frowned at that one. Though it was true. "Yeah, I'd been taking a really good nap that day, suddenly I woke up to an alligator in my bed and monkeys in Morgan's room. Morgan was three months old."
"Oh oh, I got one," another conspiritor said. "I heard that instead if giving birth to their kid like a normal mother, she had the doctor give her a Caesarean section."
"That was for the baby!" Noah mentally argued. "It's a fact that C-sections are more trustworthy than natural childbirth. Izzy just didn't want to lose the kid!"
Finally, one of them spotted him. "Hey, Benten, I heard that sexy wife of your's finally got taken to the loony bin. Maybe I'll pay a visit to her. Who knows, since she's so crazy, maybe she'll think think I'm you."
Throughout the whole exchange, Noah had felt his fists clench. Next thing he knew, he was beating the crap out of the man.
Then, above all the chaos, "Benten, you're fired!"
