Yes! Finally finished this chap, finally updated on time! Three cheers for me! Over break, I'm gonna try to write as many chaps as I can (about two :P) so that I won't update late ever again (read, for a week or two.)
"Ari! I'm so sorry. It was… Papa, he… Oh, Ari!" Ziva choked out, her shoulders shaking. Gibbs, hatred in his eyes, instinctively tightened his finger around his gun, yet something about Ari…
"I am not ARI!" a woman's voice called out. "Why does everyone think I am Ari, huh? Do I look like that shaggy bastard to you? I am a woman, for goodness sakes!" she ranted, pacing on a rickety balcony above their heads.
"Whoa, Ari came back to life and had some pretty extreme plastic surgery!" Tony joked before he could stop himself.
"Just because Ari had the luck to be allowed to roam the Earth, he's a celebrity, isn't he? While I, poor Ira-" Abby let out a little giggle before she managed to choke it back. But seriously, Director David was bonkers. Ari and Ira… "-had to stay locked up and kept as a secret to be a family joke! See, even you laugh, you devil's child!" she said self-pityingly, pointing at Abby. "'Oh, you'll be a good secret weapon!' Papa said, 'Oh, you'll be even better than Ari like this', he said. And I believed him! But what do I find when I'm finally freed from my little hiding place? Nothing but Ari this, Ari that, oh look, I don't care if she's a woman, she slightly resembles him, so she must be Ari!"
By now, Ziva had gone from crying to laughing. So, Ari had a twin sister, another half-sister for Ziva, that lacked self-confidence… Wouldn't Ari be happy to see this? His twin throwing a fit like a little kindergartner who wasn't getting enough attention in class.
"What do you want, Ira?" Gibbs asked, strangely carefully. Ari had outsmarted him before. Who knew if this immaturity was an act on Ira's part?
"Thank you! Yes, finally! Someone who called me my real name! Papa told me to finish Ari's work, of course. It's all about Ari. He didn't tell me what to do though. I only know it has something to do with you and your team. Papa tells me nothing, but expects me to know everything" Ira smiled brightly at first, but gradually began to sulk again.
"So, did you just make yourself look like a woman, or did you get all your par-" Tony, who obviously had been distracted by Ira's rather good form, was cut off by a cuff to his head by both Abby and Gibbs. They were in a precarious position at the moment, as they didn't know where Ira stood. Ira had heard though, and at first her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, making Gibbs' heart quicken with trepidation, but then they welled up with tears, causing his stomach to jolt. He hated emotional women. Especially when they had power over him.
Watching the scene, Eragon felt not only bewildered, but extremely out of place. In Gibbs' mind, there had been a dark corner full of hate. Eragon had tried to steer clear of it, but he'd gotten a brief image of a grinning, olive skinned man with the creepiest smile in the world. It seemed that this was the "Ari" they kept speaking of, as Ira looked just like him, and everyone, especially Abby, had looked like they wanted to strangle her. Of course, now they were just laughing, except for Gibbs, who seemed to be on a sensory overload, unsure of whether or not he should attack. The choice seemed pretty clear to Eragon.
She had always had bad control over herself. It seemed that every time she got mad, frustrated, or stressed, pitiful, embarrassing tears would spill onto her cheeks. It drove Papa mad, how almost every practice mission would end in her sobbing her heart out, and Ira hated it as much as he did. Honestly, though, she couldn't help it. Her entire existence was based on being kept hidden. A deadly killer as substantial as a shadow. This mean that she was trained by no one but Papa. Until she got too familiar with his M.O. Then he started using other agents. Ones that she would train with even as she knew that they would be killed by the end of the day. If not by her, then by Papa. Only the truly perfect agents survived their first day with her, only to be killed later. A day or two at most.
Of course, Ira didn't enjoy being the cause of the end of another human's life. Knowing that somebody would be killed just by knowing you takes a lot away from experiences. She even started to apologize to each person who laid eyes on her. Papa had slapped her. It filled her with helpless despair, especially when she met the ones that were kind, giving her soft, brave smiles as she tried to shoot bullets into their eyes.
Gesturing helplessly into the air, Ira, still crying, began to pace. "Why don't you GET it? I AM MY OWN PERSON! Forget Ari, please! Can't you just look at me and see me as I am? I-" she stopped speaking abruptly, and Gibbs thought that she had been overcome by her emotions at, but then, she seemed to struggle a bit, her feet appearing to have been frozen in place. The forward momentum of her pacing threw her upper body off balance. If her feet hadn't been stuck to the ground, also, she would've toppled.
Slowly, smoothly, she rose into the air, her eyes wide and panicked. "WHAT THE-" again, she was cut off. This time, she seemed to have been gagged by and invisible hand. Floating in front of the gaping team, she continued to thrash.
"So, what do I do with her?" Eragon asked. Immediately, all heads turned towards him.
"You're doing this? Pshea right!" Tony scoffed, but it seemed half-hearted. Gibbs gave Eragon a long, hard look.
"Let her talk," he finally said. The second the words left his mouth, Ira began screeching.
"You can't do this to me! I'm going to tell Papa, and he'll get angry with you!" she sputtered.
"What do you want?" Gibbs asked, giving her his famous "Gibbs glare".
"I don't know! I was hoping Papa would give me orders as I was getting here, which I why I ordered them-" she looked around for her men, but finally just gestured at some gore "-to not kill you. I guess he wants me to kill you though. That's what I always do, but this is my first real mission," she stated. "Of course, I did have some safety measures, in case you killed me." Gibbs' gaze hardened, but Eragon chuckled.
"You mean your hostages?" Eragon asked. Ira blinked at him.
"If you kill me, you won't be able to find them!" she said, an edge of doubt creeping into her voice.
"We won't kill you," Gibbs soothed in a not-very-soothing voice. Turning around, Eragon headed off into the clothes.
"Um…" Ziva said, thinking about calling him back, but she thought better of it.
For the umpteenth time that night, Eragon closed his eyes and let his mind cover the room. Two specks, apart from the others, guided him into a secluded bathroom in the back of the Laundromat. They were there. Somewhere. Somewhere… lower…. Eragon opened his eyes, looking for any kind of trapdoor, but there were none. They seemed to be below the white bowl. McGee had told him it was called the… the… toilet! Yes, that's it. With a giant heave that felt no harder than picking up a quill, Eragon picked the toilet up, revealing a small hole. It was clear that the hole led to some sort of chamber. Rasping breaths and a small whimpering, like that of an injured puppy, was emitted from the hole.
"Hang on, I'm coming!" Eragon yelled, making sure that he kept part of his mind focused on keeping Ira still. She didn't seem very stable.
Squeezing through the hole, legs first, Eragon arrived in a musty little room. Well, more of another hole that was slightly bigger. Huddled on the floor was a man, hugging a gorgeous little girl. Her eyes were closed, but she didn't seem to be sleeping. The man opened his eyes, warily looking at Eragon.
"Come on. We got to get her out of here!" Eragon said, pointing at the girl. The air was dank and he was already feeling lightheaded. A faint smile crept across the man's haggard face, cracking his lip as it stretched. Eragon too smiled, as he helped the two people out of the hole, the man refusing to let go of his daughter for a second.
My first OC EVAH! Well, other than Bill Clayson, but who cares about him? I was going to have Eragon kill Ira at first, but I thought too much on her and gave her a past and now I've become rather fond of her. So. What do I do with her? Have Gibbs break her, keep her an antagonist (a rather bad one at that), kill her... Suggestions?