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"No. Absolutely not. I'd rather gouge out my own eyes."

Mohinder stood with his arms crossed and his feet firmly planted. His eyes held a barely repressed fury and his jaw was clenched tightly.

"No need to be so melodramatic Suresh; though I'm sure Oedipus would be proud." Angela Petrelli spoke in a completely controlled voice, as if she had already planned out the entire conversation in her head.

"How on earth could you possibly think that I would ever, ever want to work with him?" Mohinder practically shouted, beginning to pace around the cramped office. His lips curled around the "him" with a snarl as he spat the word from his moth like a particularly foul tasting food.

"Your 'wants' aren't exactly taken into consideration. You know for a scientist you really are quite emotional Doctor." Angela said with a smirk.

Mohinder's head whipped around so fast Angela swore she heard his neck crick. He stalked right up to her desk and slammed his palms down, bending so his eyes were on the same level as hers.

"He killed my father."

Angela marveled at the amazing intensity in the young doctor's eyes. His dark, tightly curled hair dangled in front of his face and she thought she saw his lips quiver, just slightly. Mohinder's moment of weakness lasted barely a second though, before he straightened up, quickly rushing a hand through his hair; eyes empty and lips perfectly still.

"Would it not be more logical to have him work with Bennet? Or Peter?"

Angela suppressed a chuckle. Mohinder could look logical and speak of logic, but when it came to him the doctor never could keep it together.

"Suresh you are aware our policy is to pair specials with non-specials so Peter is off-limits. And he has completely refused to work with Bennet. In fact, he specifically requested you." There was a mocking glint in her eyes as she steadfastly refused to say his name just as Suresh had done.

The horror so clearly evident on Mohinder's face very nearly caused Angela to laugh out loud. Honestly, the young man was so very poor at concealing his emotions.

"Also," Angela continued before Mohinder could start yelling again, "There is absolutely nothing you can do or say that will change the outcome of this meeting."

Mohinder's fists were clenched and the corners of his lips were turned town ever so slightly. But instead of continuing to yell and argue, as Angela had predicted he would do, the doctor closed his eyes and sucked in a long deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his body had taken on a much more relaxed stance and the threat of him turning over her desk no longer seemed so imminent.

"As there is nothing I can do to change your mind on your choice of my partner, I suppose I should ask what exactly our mission will entail."

A huge file hit Angela's desk with a thud and Mohinder took several steps closer before collapsing into the chair that he had originally leapt out of in a rage. Angela was thrilled the meeting was going so smoothly and had to remind herself not to look too smug in case it sent the doctor into another yelling fit (she simply could not get over how dramatic the man was).

"There are three cases we have been monitoring for several months that we believe need to be handled in person now. Two are confirmed as dangerous and the third is a possibility which is why your new partner was the obvious first pick. We want them either contained or removed as threats all together. Your choice…."

Mohinder tried to ignore the gleeful tone the woman's voice had as she spoke of "removing threats". He brought his hand up to rub soothing circles onto his temple and attempted to listen as Angela continued to talk about the mission. The young doctor began to realize that this wasn't going to be a simple, run-of-the-mill weeklong outing. Three cases means at least three weeks…and considering two are dangerous it could take even longer than that.

Mohinder had to stop the sigh that longed to spill forth from him. He was acting pathetic enough as it already was. No need to add fuel to the fire. He knew the majority of his…colleagues he guessed was the only word for them…considered him weak for his often over-emotional displays, but when he got in the heat of the moment, he honestly couldn't care less.

When he heard that he was going to be working here, in this building, not two floors above his lab, he very well nearly had a tantrum. Mohinder still couldn't understand how they could trust such a person. He knew Peter wasn't happy with the situation either, but he was so flighty Mohinder had never really gotten the chance to talk with him about it. Up until now Mohinder had never had to work with, or even ever come in contact with him. Guess there was a first chance for everything.

"So Mohinder, are you ready to meet your partner?" Mohinder swore Angela Petrelli was smiling.

Before Mohinder could so much as utter a, most likely sarcastic, reply, he heard a deep, raspy voice behind him.

"Why Mrs. Petrelli, I believe we're already acquainted."

TBC