CHAPTER ONE

3rd Person POV

The noise reverberated menacingly through his head. Of course, that was all Lana's fault. Lana and her mind laughter. Instead of scolding her and drawing serious attention to both of them, he just silently cried for her to stop. She did, and then started yammering on about what she was doing after school.

This was almost as bad as the mind laughter.

She would, apparently, walk by the Naval Base and try to reach to the soldiers' and employees' minds. Bryant had already done this. Of course you did, whined his older sister. The one thing I really want, really have to try for, and you get it on your first time.

He heard the sadness and frustration in her head. Honestly, he was really sorry... but he was also horrible at apologizing. So he said something that always made her feel better- I love you Biggles! Biggles was what he called Lana when he felt that she needed to be reminded who was better.

When Lana heard the goofy name, he could feel her emotions soaring. Thanks, bro, I love you too. This time, her voice was soft and sweet. No problemo, he thought back.

As soon as the bell rang, Bryant and Lana were out the door. Lana, in her out loud voice, instead of the one that was in her head, said, "Well, the base is five miles this way. If we walk, it'll take take about ten minutes. If we... um, don't then it'll take about five." Then in her head, she begged mournfully, Can we fly? Please Bree?

That stupid nickname.

He sighed, then nodded. They took the trail into the woods. Up and away! Shouted Lana. Then they were flying.

There was no way to describe the feeling. He breathed in the cool fall air. She felt the wind whistling through her hair. He heard the snap of almost-ice in his ears. She laughed as the cold wind slapped her. He laughed at her laughter.

Soon- too soon- they were by the Navy Yard. He tucked in his wings, and after a little debate, so did she. "Bryant?" she asked as he looked at the sky. "Where are we?" He looked down. Not by the Navy Yard... in the Navy Yard. IN the Navy Yard! THEY WERE IN THE NAVY YARD! About two seconds after this realization came, they were surrounded by guards.

One shouted, "Put your hands in the air!" Bryant was about to attack, when his sister grabbed his arm. No, Bree, she murmured. It's his first day. Let's humor the poor man. She was met by an outraged, ARE YOU FRIGGIN CRAZY?

"No! I am not!" This frightened every single man there. "Now put your hands up, Jake!" So, trying to play along, 'Jake' put his hands in the air. The men kindly escorted them inside, and they were then handed off to a man with salt and pepper hair, as well as a woman with black hair tied back in a ponytail. When the man tried to grab his sister... Well, he freaked. But you couldn't really blame him.

He pushed her behind him. "No," he protested. "I won't let you." The man looked at him- a cold, hard look saying, 'I'm the boss here. You can try to keep a couple secrets, sure. I'll find out all of them, eventually.'

Of course the young child didn't doubt it. Why should he? No, he did not doubt the man's ability to obtain secrets- just the ability to obtain his secrets.

The man smirked. "You seem to care for her a lot, young man. A fiancee, perhaps?" The 'young man' frowned and shook his head. He looked at her silently.

Should I? He asked. Yes.

He looked back at the man. "No. She's not my fiancee. She's my sister." He saw the man become confused. The man wondered if it was incest- the boy and his sister, dating?

The kids chuckled but offered no explanation.

The woman with the ponytail had been quiet the whole time. She spoke up now. "Gibbs, they were found right outside the door. Security believes they were trying to sneak in. Child terrorists, perhaps?"

Gibbs shook his head. He appeared to be deep in thought. "Ziva, take them to interrogation room 1." Ziva, with a disbelieving look on her face, obediently grabbed the two children and took them over to the elevators.

"Come on then," she encouraged as the kids stopped right by the doors. Bryant could not think straight. was running through his head.

He could hear similar thoughts in Lana's mind. Still, Ziva was waiting. And he didn't want them to be arrested for resisting an officer.

So he gathered up his courage and walked into the small, confined space, expecting Lana to follow. She didn't.

Instead of following, she ran.

After two seconds of confusion, Bryant followed, and so did Ziva. Bryant quickly caught up to her. He wrapped his arms firmly around her. She was shrieking like a banshee, but he was used to it.

Instead, he murmured, "Stop" and surprisingly, she did. He was extremely proud of himself. He knew he had inherited his father's charmspeak, but he hadn't known he was so GOOD at it. He tried again- "Get in the elevator."

She did.

As soon as the doors closed, though, she freaked out again.

Bryant was getting a lot of practice with his charmspeak.

When the elevator doors opened, Lana was out like a shot. When Ziva and Bryant looked at her, she was standing in front of Interrogation Room One. She smiled charmingly. "Hey, babe?" Lana asked. Bryant glared at her. "What?" he asked rather meanly. Her smile turned watery, as did her eyes.

Gosh, I just wanted to know the plan. He sighed. I'm sorry, Lee.

He went over to hug her, and they were both pushed into the blank room. Ziva followed them in and tried to push Lana into the chair. Glaring, Bryant sat in the chair and pulled Lana into his lap. Ziva let out a pained sigh. "What are you doing here? What is your purpose?" she questioned. It got extremely tense for a few seconds. I got this, Lana bragged.

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