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My answer was simple and a complete lie. Well most of it was anyway, "I accidently knocked over some hangers. It was a complete accident." I smiled, but of course they didn't see it, no one could. My wings in protest went back into folding my skin. They were beautiful wings, atleast that was my opinion. I hadn't seen very many set of birdkid wings, though so what did I know. They is a black stripe going through my wings, pure black and the rest is pure white with a small about of black speckles near where they meet my went on for about a foot and a half in both directions. I had a wingspan of about fifteen feet with pointed tips. I loved to fly. I think my bird DNA was a mix of a perenigrie falcon and a gyrafalcon, atleast that was what I picked up from the scientists' thoughts. You could never be too sure. The scientists were idiots anyway, so what did they know.

"Yeah, so how do you like your clothes." Having a weird social experience in the past, I kept it to few weird statements or course Abby and Ziva were probably use to it. Of course there was that question I asked Ziva, but I quickly dismissed the thought. I really didn't want to think about that.

I thought about it for a second, "Already answered." I thought I had already had answered that. Really people were confusion. How did they put up with this? I of course had no idea. What was I suppose to do?

"Huh?" Abby asked.

Ziva interperuted, "She thinks she already answered that." I peeked out the door to see if there was any suspiscions or suspicious characters. Then I quickly changed into something else. Atleast another top, this one that actually covered my tucked in wings. It was short sleeve and formed fitted, but it actually covered up the bulge that was my wings. I visibly popped my head out the door so they could see me. Though my head was all I allowed them to see at the moment. Ziva was the first to see me, "Is everything okay?"

I whined like a somewhat normal teenager, "Do I have to?"

"Just show us." Abby laughed.

"Alright." I stepped out like I knew I was going to end up doing. I turned around quickly and back to the front, so they didn't notice course I listened to their thoughts to get their reactions. It was odd their reactions, it was not what I had expected. They actually thought I looked good. Wow, what was wrong with them, I mean I was a complete freak. I know they didn't know that, but still come on.

"You look nice." Abby commented. "Not like some homeless person."

"Yeah." Ziva agreed ,"these clothes actually fit." She teased. She then looked me over, "How tall are you?"

I immediately answered, "5, 9." Yeah, I know I was tall. Get over it. My stomach growled. I was losing energy, not just from the reading minds, which didn't take much at all really, just from walking around. I required much more calories then the average human and I tried to eat on a normal human amount for lunch. I really shouldn't have made that decision, but come one I really didn't want to raise suspiscions. Stupid stomach.

"Uh, I have an idea let's go to eat dinner before we go shopping anymore, that way we can stay focused." Ziva suggested looking at me. She must have heard my stomach.

"And a Cafpow." Abby interupted. Ziva nodded What was with Abby and Cafpow?

"Okay, Abby. If we can find one, but first let's eat something, what do you want to eat, Izzy."

"Food." Was all I answered. Food is good. Especially when you had to dumpster dive for the past couple months. That's not the best experience. And don't tell me you understand sitting there being fed every day and having a nice bed to sleep in, anyway. Oh yeah, back on topic. We were going to get food and I made the decision to eat normally, that is normally for me.

"Okay, Abby what do yo want?" Ziva asked.

"I'm in the mood for something Italian."

"Italian it is." Ziva agreed. We went off to get food and I felt calmly okay with that.