Angel's POV
"Right, well, might as well get on with it, eh?" Tony smirked.
Lana answered, "Actually I... I have to go check something. In the bathroom... So... Can I just go or what?" Gibbs looked over his shoulder at Ziva and she nodded.
I peeped into Lana's mind to see what she was up to, but it was so jumbled, I pulled out without getting a whole train of thought. Mostly it was about some test... but what... Hm...
Ziva held the door open and I watched Lana follow her out of the room. I checked her head again, but it was the same.
Sighing, I checked Gibbs, Tim, and Tony, who were all good. Iggy was still marveling over the picture I showed him. I heard him start thinking about what Lee needed to check in the bathroom. He didn't know either.
More hesitantly than the others, I checked Bryant's mind. I flipped out when I heard the word Angel in his mind. So, okay, maybe I had a miniscule, itty-bitty, super small crush on the guy. Oh, who am I kidding? I love him! But what if he knew? What if he thought I was disgusting and didn't like me back?
Lana, I reminded myself.
I checked her again. Her mind was clearing up a little, but I couldn't get a train of thought clearly. In her head, I saw her looking at something. It was a little white stick with a screen on it.
I tuned back into the conversation in the room as she stuck the stick, er... under her. Bryant was going over the Flock's story- the original Flock's.
When he got to the part about Fang and Max having twins, I tuned back into Lana's mind (Because, ew! I did not want to know anything about my siblings' sex lives. I mean, I knew how to have a baby, but, like, how did you know for sure that you were... you know, pregnant? People usually told everyone before they went to the doctor, but how did they find out?).
She had been waiting for something to appear for almost three minutes, and slowly, it did. Grain by grain, a pink line showed on the screen. She breathed out happily and started smiling... until she looked at it again.
Another pink line had started to show up. What did those mean? I picked through her brain and caught another word- Pregnant.
I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing, because Iggy was immediately at my side, head turned to the side. "Ang?" he asked. The unspoken question hung in the air. "I'm fine, I'm fine, just... something really, really... personal that Lana was thinking." I shouldn't have answered him though, because Iggy immediately was out the door and at the door to the girls bathroom.
He started banging on the door- "Lee? Lee, are you okay?"
She slipped the white stick- which I now recognized as a pregnancy test- into her back pocket and opened the door.
"I'm fine, Ig, why?" She murmured unconvingly. He heard her, of course, as she tried and failed to reassure him.
He stared blankly in her direction, not seeing her, but hearing her heartbeat. It was going so fast it sounded like a hummingbird.
I followed Iggy out of the room and tried to sneak up on him and drag him back to the Interrogation room, but he heard me. He turned and crouched in front of Lana. "Angel, what was this 'really, really personal thing' she was thinking and why can't I know?"
Lana was glaring at me. "Thanks Ang. Thanks a lot."
I sighed and pushed into her mind. He doesn't know, okay?
She was, of course, still a little mad, but not as mad as before.
Mostly, she was worried- actually, she was kind of flipping out. What if he doesn't love me, doesn't want me anymore because this happened? What am I going to do?
I knew she wasn't actually asking, but I answered her anyway. Don't worry, Lee, he'll still love you, he'll love you no matter what. But... you will have to tell him, you know.
She frowned at me from across the hall and put up a mind wall. She had practiced this with Bryant and now she could do it to me too.
...Drat. No more snooping, I guess. At least, no more talking in her mind. She couldn't keep the wall up forever. I could already feel it weakening as we walked back to the room- that bland, disgusting, interrogation room.
The one the boy I was in love with was in. Bryant was beautiful, he didn't belong in there. He was better than that. As a matter of fact, Bryant was 9 hundred, thousand, million, trillion, billion, gazillion times squared better than that room.
I sighed; how had Lana managed this? How had she skittered around Iggy and silently stalked him for a year and a half? Oh, right- she was shy and could barely say hi to him. It wasn't like that with me and Bryant. It was just... easy. Our conversation always flowed. We were never awkward. There was never a hint of boredom in his eyes (I would've checked his mind, but he had a wall up most of the time) and I was too enthralled to even miss a breath of what he said.
Deep in my thoughts, I didn't even realize that Lana was trying to break the news to Ig until she screamed- in her mind- for help. I sighed and said out loud, "Just tell him, Lee, he'll be fine with it."
She took a deep breath, and, paying me and the NCIS agent following us no mind, started talking to Iggy. "Iggy, do you remember, about... a couple weeks ago, when we..." She trailed off, and he blushed and nodded. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that..." She couldn't seem to get it out, so I decided to help a bit. "Basically, because of that, Fa-Nick is going to kill you." He stopped. Literally, he just kind of... froze. I checked his thoughts. All that was running through his mind was that one word- pregnant.
A/N: rightwell... 1044 words. 'Nuff said. Not as long, because I made longer paragraphs, so I'm sure the page will be shorter. But here's the deal; I'm going to try to update every other Sunday. So now, and then February 11th I think is the day. So come back then and see if it's up :D If not, just comment and start screaming at me. S'all good. :)
