Men in Black and DC crossover
By: FunahoMisaki
(A/N: I own nothing read last chapter and Velmiadragon's We Are the Men in Black.)
Gin tilted his head just a little as he heard something from the chimney, breathing. There was someone breathing in there. Gin smirked slightly as he turned and walked out the storage room door toward the roof.
"Aniki?" Vodka asked looking tense and unhappy as he followed behind Gin up towards the roof.
"Whoever was disguised as Sherry was hiding in the chimney." Gin said seriously and without hesitation and making Vodka tense but look thoughtful.
"It's too wide in there if she were in her child sized form…and if it was a skin stealer then they would end up ripping the borrowed skin trying to hold onto or brace themselves against the ceiling like that." Vodka said and he sounded happy about that fact and Gin knew why exactly he did. He couldn't blame the burly man for being happy about the skin walkers suit ripping. After all the whole point of wearing the human skin suits was to keep them hidden away. There was no point in getting a skin suit just to end up doing something to damage it. That meant that they were likely dealing with a morpher or an engineer.
It meant that Sherry was likely safe. Safely back at the scientists manor in bed asleep or working on something knowing her.
"Sherry's safe then." Vodka said smiling slightly and making Gin nod once.
"Yes but this imposter is still here wearing her face and made a critical mistake. It'd be impossible for a child to climb up into the chimney like that…however for someone full grown…" Gin trailed off making Vodka blink and then furrow his brow.
"So they took on the form of Sherry as an adult. At least we know that means they aren't aware that she shrunk." Vodka said pointing out the positive and then shutting up immediately when Gin motioned for silence as they neared the roof door. Inserting the special MiB Key to any door, the door to the roof unlocked with just a small click and Gin pulled his favorite gun out but left the plasma converter in his pocket. If they were in the form of a human then either the metal body or the morphed body would be susceptible to regular human bullets.
The door swung open silently and Gin stared for a moment at the sight of a familiar reddish-brown haired young woman standing there panting on top of the snow-covered roof. He and Vodka quietly stepped away from the open door and then Gin took aim and fired off a warning shot, hitting the fake in the shoulder and causing her to turn around as red blood splattered the snow. The snow immediately began melting thanks to the warm red blood and Gin noted how that meant that they were dealing with a morpher instead of an engineer.
Machines didn't bleed after all not unless they were highly advanced with blood stores to simulate bleeding. Which meant this was a flesh and blood body taking the form of the woman he loved, and they had high pain tolerance. Hmph. This imposter would know its mistake soon enough.
Gin let a cruel smirk steal across his face as he stared at the imposter that turned to face him with those fake eyes and that false face. If the fake thought that he would go easy on it because it wore a womans face, the woman he loved at that, then it had another thing coming.
"I've been waiting for you Sherry." Gin near purred the words out as he stared at the fake scientist wearing glasses, the alien was an idiot if they thought that those were able to fool him or were something Sherry would actually wear, and the horrid oversized custodian jumper.
He had to admit that his Sherry would look delectable in those clothes, especially with the way the front was open to reveal a bit of her lovely cleavage, but this imposter just pissed him off.
Sherry gritted her teeth as she held her injured shoulder but she didn't make a single sound of pain as she glared at the accomplices to the Pisco impersonator. They had taken on the form of Vodka and Gin and they had made several mistakes. First of all if they wanted her to think that they were the real thing then they shouldn't have shot her as an opening move. Gin would never shoot her unless there were several pressing circumstances.
Then Gin began to speak to her, but he didn't ask her how she returned to her adult body or anything like that. He didn't seem surprised to see her either. Gin, her Gin, knew she was shrunk and wouldn't be full grown right now under normal circumstances. An imposter wouldn't know that. So these were that false Pisco's allies. Was the car that she and Kudo even broke into actually Gin's or just a similar one? Was this whole thing a trap to lure her into an assassin's plot? If so she walked right into it.
She hoped that the real Gin, Vodka, and Pisco were alright.
"Look at it. Isn't it beautiful? The white snow that scatters amongst the darkness, and the fiery color of blood that decorates its surface. Those glasses and overalls you're wearing as a pathetic disguise don't suit you at all, but this is the perfect place for the death of a traitor, right Sherry?" The fake Gin asked, his hate filled green eyes boring into hers as she repressed a shiver at his words. Well, she did have to admit that the imposter seemed to share Gin's ways with words when he felt poetic enough.
But it was so very wrong. He sounded just like her Gin, everything from his voice to the rhythm of his speech sounded just like him. Even the purr like inflection to his words was the same! But his words were another giant tip off that it was a fake. Sure the higher ranked MiB that even knew she was gone were aware that her cover story was that of a traitor in hiding…however…those like Gin knew different. They knew the truth, and he had been there to witness her shrinking right along with Vodka.
Hmph. They put up a good act but she knew for a fact that there was no way that this was her Gin. None of the evidence lined up.
"I'm surprised you correctly guess that I would be coming out of this chimney." The fake Sherry said staring at him and still holding her injured shoulder. Gin smirked as he reached into his pocket.
"It was this hair." He said smugly as he showed her the reddish-brown strand of hair that he was holding. The fake's eyes focused on the strand of hair and widened slightly but she didn't react other than that. Didn't the imposter realize how badly they had underestimated him?
"I found it near the chimney, this reddish-brown hair of yours." Of course, that was a partial lie. It wasn't this hair per say, no this was the one he had found in his car, but there had been an identical one laying on the floor next to the chimney.
"I don't know if Pisco caught you or if you sneaked into the room when he wasn't there…but I could hear it…in that chimney, your quivering breathing…" Gin trailed off as he watched the imposter closely and he made a mental note to talk to Pisco as soon as this was taken care of. He knew the man was old, far older than any field agent currently in active service baring Korn who never told anyone his age, but not only had he somehow missed this imposter…he had also forgotten to send Gin the information on that boy that he had said would make a decent field agent.
The imposter didn't say a word or react at all, not even the eyes gave away if his words were affecting it. It was almost like he was speaking to Sherry herself, something that was very interesting. Legal aliens and the more high-class criminal aliens learned how to pretend to be human well enough to get by in society, but there was only a very small number of them that were able to accurately mimic another human being to this degree. They would usually give themselves away long before now.
"I could have shot you in that dirty chimney, but I thought I could at least let your death flower bloom." Gin said readjusting his gun's aim and making his intent clear.
"I guess I should thank you for waiting for me in this cold." Sherry's imposter said with a cold smile.
Gin gave her a mocking smile to hide his unease. He hadn't expected that response. Even with all the spies trying to infiltrate the Organization, his and Sherry's relationship had been far from a public affair. As far as he knew no one but Akemi, his own sister, Vodka, 'that person', Rum and possibly Vermouth were aware of his relationship with the scientist. If the alien imposter had already known then they should have played the 'past-relationship' card…but…no imposter should realize what their relationship was and respond the way this one had. The way Sherry would.
A doubt began to worm its way into his mind. The evidence he'd gotten so far against this fake Sherry didn't support this new idea, but he had survived many other hostile alien encounters by listening to his instincts without any logical reasoning to back them up, and he wasn't going to stop listening to his instincts now. What if his first guess back in his car had been wrong? What if really was Sherry who had broken in and left the transmitter behind? What if this wasn't an imposter at all but the true Sherry, somehow regrown to her rightful size? Well if she was then he would give her the chance to come forward and explain herself.
"I'll ask you now while your lips can still move, about the trick you used to escape the gas chamber in the Organization. How did you manage it?" Gin asked and waited for her answer, seeing Vodka look puzzled for a brief second beside him. If this was the real Sherry, she would know there had never been a gas chamber. Any other response would be a lie and then he would know for sure what the truth of this matter was.
Gin, or rather the fake Gin, had been quite the chatterbox until now and Sherry had been happy to let him do so while she tried to think of something to get her out of this. She had no weapons with her, and though she was an adult again, she was too weak from climbing to the roof and her cold to physically subdue this fake. The last she had heard from Dr. Agasa, Kudo was coming up to get her, but she had no idea how long he'd take and didn't want to rely on his assistance much anyways. The tranquilizer was a step in the right direction but without the right weapons…Kudo stood no chance against an alien.
She had been so lost in this though and, except for the cruelty underlining his voice, the fake sounded so much like Gin that she had spoken without really thinking. As if she was taunting him about waiting for her in the cold. She hadn't been able to catch herself in time to stop from saying the words, but she hadn't missed what had happened next. Something had quickly shifted in his eyes and the mocking smile that he had been wearing seemed shrewder than before. She'd thought that the fake Gin was already well-aware of how much the real one meant to her, wasn't that why he was speaking with such fake affection after all? Had she been off of her guess and given it away?
But then he had posted the question of a gas chamber escaped that hadn't happened and the ball was back in her court. She was trying to think, trying to make her muddled mind think. It was only further proof that this was a fake Gin, an alien imposter, and yet it was bugging her that he was asking her this. Unlike the other pauses when she had remained silent however, he didn't seem like he wanted to keep talking until she answered his previous question. Why was this alien so interested in knowing what happened? If this fake had been running around with Gin's face for a while then he couldn't have done so before she shrunk and began her assignment. There was no reason for him to express such interest in an event that never happened. Was he just trying to keep in character? If it had been true, the Organization being criminals and her being the runaway scientist, then Gin would definitely be plagued with the curiosity of her escape until he solved the mystery…however…This wasn't Gin, no matter how much he looked and sounded like him.
Unless, her brain whispered through the dim haze of her fever, it was Gin. It wasn't an idea she liked, but if he thought that she were the alien imposter then that would explain everything perfectly. Almost too perfectly. Her slip-up might have clued him in that she was the real thing and now he was asking for her to confirm it without making it obvious in case he was wrong. But what if she were wrong? If she confessed the truth about 'the trick' and this Gin was an alien in disguise, then she'd be killed anyways and her mission would be a failure. If it was just her life on the line, then she might take the risk, but she couldn't risk the lives of the other people her secret protected. What was she going to do? It was six in one hand and half a dozen in the other.
Gin had decided that he was done waiting.
He fired off three shots, the silencer muffling the noise. One struck her in the flesh of her upper left thigh, just below her hip joint. Another slammed into the upper part of her right arm just below her shoulder joint. The final one didn't stick but it grazed blazing hot against her left cheek as it flew past. In the back of her hazy mind she had realized that these shots were intentionally non-lethal, but definitely painfully immobilizing and she would have applauded Gin's high marksmanship ability, even if it wasn't really Gin and if she wasn't the one just shot. A person with lesser skill couldn't have pulled it off so quickly and easily.
It was only her own training that had prevented her from making a sound when each bullet met its mark and she didn't even cry out when she collapsed against the snow-covered roof, partially from pain and partially from fatigue. They were warning shots and the message behind them was crystal clear. If she didn't answer his question, then the next bullet was going through her head. She knew it but she couldn't bring herself to answer. She couldn't tell if it was the real Gin or not, and she couldn't take the chance either way. Even as she shook from pain and the cold, a part of her was hurting deeply that she couldn't tell the difference. She couldn't keep her dignity or trust her own judgement, so she was going to maintain her silence. If she was going to die anyways, then there was no way that she was going to beg for mercy. She was going to accept her fate and carry her secrets to the grave, even the one she had never told Gin. The one she couldn't have brought herself to tell him.
Shooting the maybe Sherry had been very easy, surprisingly so, but watching her collapse quietly to the roof without moving to stop it had not been easy. Those shots, while incapacitating her, shouldn't have caused her to collapse. There was something more going on here, but she remained stubbornly silent. The idea that this was an incredibly, outrageously, skilled morpher and not the real Sherry was losing traction with him, but he wasn't going to be hasty. He had given her the opportunity to verify if she was the real thing and she was too smart to not realize that he'd given her the chance if she was real…so why hadn't she taken it?
Did she think that he was an alien in disguise?
"Aniki, this woman won't talk." Vodka said quietly behind him, he'd nearly forgotten that his partner was there.
No, she wouldn't talk, even after being shot. Still he had one more trick he could pull to see if it was really her. One that was definitely going to get a reaction from her if she was real, and especially if she believed him to be the alien imposter.
"I guess there's nothing we can do." He said with a hapless shrug and then re-aimed his gun at her head. It was time for the moment of truth.
"Let's send her to her sister, who we sent first." The pure, absolute, hatred that had instantly filled those pretty blue eyes of hers as she glared at him from where she was laying prone on the snow said a lot but she remained silent no matter how furious she was. It was a very good response, but he thought her reaction would be a bit more emotional considering how upset she had been when she had found out that her beloved sister Akemi had been killed and impersonated. Stoic to the end was her decision it seemed. Well he could easily test the extend of her resolve. Gin started to slowly pull on the trigger, feeling the increasing resistance and weight…watching…waiting…but she gave no reaction, no fear. Just pure resolution. His eyebrows rose slightly…she was….
Out of nowhere a sharp pinprick of pain stung his upper right arm and distracted him. He glanced at what had caused the pain and saw a tiny toothpick-sized dart sticking through his coat sleeve right before it disintegrated into nothingness.
It took a brief second of wondering about the needle before he felt it. From where he had been struck, his arm started to go numb. The effects of whatever drug that was in the needle was potent and spreading fast. His skin was starting to feel tingly all over and he was already getting light-headed and dizzy. Confused he sank to his knees clutching the struck arm, trying to clear his mind enough to figure out what had happened. His training in the Organization had included constant exposure to various toxins and drugs of both human and alien origin, which had resulted in quite a few humorous things he couldn't really remember but his sister was very happy to remind him and show the recordings that she had taken, at higher and higher dosages to build his immunity…so what in the hell had he been hit with? This was working very fast despite his tolerance and he was forced to admit that said tolerance was probably the only reason why he hadn't already succumbed to the drugs effects. His hearing and vision were starting to waver now too, Vodka who was right next to him, was beginning to look like a blurry figure and his worried voice sounded oddly distorted.
Then he heard a new voice behind him calling out something about a chimney.
Now Vodka was shouting, and his gun went off a time or two, but that other voice was still talking. Someone was behind them, but Vodka had missed, and they were still alive. And in front of him, he saw movement in the form of a bluish human shaped blur that was apparently crawling across the white ground. Why was the ground white again? Oh…that's right it was snowing. It was snowing and the blur was Sherry. Sherry who was escaping with the aid of an unknown person. Gin wasn't able to do anything to alert Vodka, he couldn't even talk since he was busy just trying to remain awake. He couldn't even tell or begin to reason out if the drug he was hit with was a sedative or a poison. Vodka had apparently noticed though because a bullet struck near Sherry but had missed and she tumbled out of sight, back down the chimney.
The numbness had already taken his entire arm and was now spreading towards his chest and he wasn't going to let himself succumb to this poison. Not when his woman had just escaped with the help of an unknown man, a thought that really pissed him off and made his vision tint dark for a moment. Even with how hard it was getting to remain awake however, this didn't feel like any other poison. He wasn't feeling sick, there was no sweating or shortness of breath. No pain. Nothing that indicated a poison. It felt more like a very strong sedative. One that would have had a normal man already passed out cold. There wasn't a human sedative out there that would work this fast, not when they relied on the circulation of the drug through the body's system. Oh no this was an alien drug and those relied heavily on the point of entry as a means to produce the effect until the target was asleep.
Holding onto that thought like a lifeline, Gin forced his arm to move so that he pressed the barrel of the gun to his effected arm opposite of where the needle hit him. Without pausing for a second, he squeezed the trigger and pain washed over him immediately. Pain and a sudden clarity as his now shot arm burned and his blood spewed out, spraying the white snow red. His only reaction of the pain had been a brief grunt, however.
Already, he could tell that the effects of the sedative were wearing off and with his mind no longer compromised his thoughts were moving very quickly. Right before the sedative had hit him, he had realized that it was the real Sherry who had somehow grown up again (had she really finished the cure already? Or at least a temporary one? That's his girl!) who had been on the roof and she probably believed him to be a fake. That meant that the drug he was hit with must have been from the Arquillian scientist that she was living with and it must have been Kudo who'd hit him from behind while trying to protect Sherry from him. The thought that someone believed that Sherry, his beautiful fiery Sherry, needed to be protected from him galled him but he couldn't focus on that right now.
If that had been Kudo then how had he and Sherry been separated? Kudo very firmly believed that the Organization was a large underground crime syndicate, they're first staged meeting had ensured it, but Sherry still shouldn't have been taken away from him. Pisco….it had to be Pisco. He had called the old man and told him that someone who had looked like Sherry would be coming, but that was under the assumption that she would be an adult. If she had been with Kudo then she had definitely not been an adult, and Pisco would have realized the truth immediately and not interfered with her…well…Gin did have to admit that after everything was over the old man might have tried to sneak Sherry away for a moment to dote on her. The old man had taken Akemi in after the death of her parents and treated her like she was his own flesh and blood daughter, an attitude which extended to Sherry and given that she was the youngest of Pisco's 'brats' then he tended to dote on his 'genius fire princess' as he once called the scientist.
But Pisco had interfered during the mission while she was with Kudo and that could only mean one thing in their line of work, maybe two but Sherry shouldn't have been in danger at the Mourning Party. The Pisco down there wasn't the real Pisco, and Sherry had fallen back down that chimney into the room where the alien imposter had left her. Despite the convoluted nature of the subject, Gin had reached that conclusion in just a few mere seconds. He stood quickly, already feeling his strength come back despite the blood still flowing from his arm, and he stalked over to the chimney.
He was glad for his boots and his training, because Vodka would have never let him live it down if Gin had tried to stalk across the snow only to slip and bust his ass…or rather Vodka would have snorted and told Kir and probably Curacao later and his twin would have never let him live it down.
"Aniki?" Vodka asked confused, having no way of knowing the complex thought processes that had gone on in Gin's head.
"That Sherry was the real one and Pisco left her in that room to either kill her or try and get to the Organization." Gin explained without actually explaining, in fact he just left his partner even more confused as he climbed into the top of the chimney and held onto the ledge, placing his feet sideways against two of the opposing walls.
"Sherry? Pisco? Aniki hold on! What do you want me to do?" Vodka asked very bewildered and having no idea what was going on at the moment. He only knew that he was probably going to be late getting home to Kir for their monthly movie night. The report on this was going to be a bitch and a half he was sure.
"Stay there until I climb back up!" Gin snapped without glancing at his partner as he started sliding down spread-eagle and bracing himself against the chimney's walls. It was slower than he would have liked, but he wasn't very keen on dropping to the ground like a rock the way Sherry no doubt had when she fell.
Gin could feel and smell the fire long before he saw it and he dropped to the ground once he was at a safe enough height to do so. Glass crunched under his shoes when he landed and bent his knees to absorb the full impact of the blow. He'd landed on the glasses that Sherry had been wearing that were undoubtedly Kudo's and most likely tricked out with alien tech. He wasn't sure what type though. Putting that aside for the moment, the first thing he saw when he looked out of the chimney was Pisco's black suit standing before him. That old, wrinkled and familiar face peered into the chimney, obviously have heard him land, and Gin greeted him first with the barrel of his gun.
Nothing pleased Gin more in that moment than to see the shock on the fakes face morph into terror as he stepped out of the Chimney and the impersonator saw who was waiting for him on the other end of the gun. Oh yes, this fake should be scared to see him. He would find out if the real Pisco was dead or merely captured later, but he would deal with this scum first, the scum who had learned of Sherry's secret and intended to harm her. He wouldn't be surprised if this alien in disguise was a partner of the Adraxxi terrorist and had only followed through with the plan to subdue him in order to shut him up for good. He couldn't confirm it because the odds of Kudo's glasses having the ability to transmit every word he said back to their owner was very good.
"It looks like you messed up Pisco…" Gin said with haughty amusement that he didn't feel. Even with the hot red flames burning everything around them, he was going to savor every precious second he had of this moment before he had to leave.
"Tell them who sent you when you get to hell." Were the last words Gin uttered before he pulled the trigger and splattered the fakes brains all over the place. He left the body to the fire, knowing it would be burnt beyond recognition long before anyone could douse the flames and recover it.
While Dr. Agasa fussed over her wounds and Kudo was obsessed with the recent encounter with the Black Organization, Haibara found her thoughts were consumed by only one thing from the whole affair. Gin…seeing and hearing him again after so long apart had renewed anew the keen sense of longing that she had been trying to bury ever since she had left him to start the mission. She had promised that she'd contact him when it was safe for her to do it, but she hadn't done so at all, too afraid that she would end up contacting him far too much and he would get fed up with her acting like a clingy child. She wasn't usually that insecure about things but…
Still, she wanted to believe that it was really him and not some alien, both because she didn't want to believe that there was anything out there that was clever enough to bring him down and…because she missed him damn it. She had never been able to figure out if it was him or not on that rooftop and it bothered her, a lot. She hadn't been able to do anything at all about it in the after math though. So, if she seemed more downcast to Kudo and Dr. Agasa, they probably attributed it to her narrow escape from those who were supposedly hunter her, even if they believed it to be two different people, and did not question her on it.
As a result, she didn't get her chance until nearly a week after the even had occurred and the furor from her companions had died down to more manageable levels. Dr. Agasa wouldn't betray her secret to Kudo of course, but she didn't want to give him any more reason to lie to the boy that he had watched grow up and was subsequently very fond of. So, once he had gone to sleep for the night, Haibara quickly got out of bed and removed the wireless phone from the jack as she carried it through the house with her to the front near the large windows. It wasn't snowing anymore, a pity, but it did lay several inches deep.
Everyone was covered by beautiful, pristine, whiteness as she dialed a number she knew by heart and waited with bated breath.
"Sherry? That you?" the achingly familiar voice answered over the line, and her body was consumed by longing and sadness. He sounded so surprised that she had called him.
"Yes, Gin, it's me. It's safe." She assured him, feeling herself smile slightly.
"But before I go on, what was my final request of you?" She just had to make sure, and she would swear he was smiling right now too.
"You made me promise to way for you and not die before you finally return home." He answered softly and without hesitation.
"Correct." She brightly said, happy and relieved to know that it was the real him.
"It's good to finally hear you after so long."
"I thought you would have called me sooner than this…" He trailed off and was she just imagining the bitterness in his voice?
"I wanted to…I got into some trouble recently and was injured as a result. Dr. Agasa and Kudo have only just stopped worrying over me enough for me to break away." Haibara admitted quietly. There wasn't anything but heavy silence on the other end for a little while before he finally spoke up again. He sounded unusually hesitant, something she wasn't used to with him.
"Sherry…I was the one who shot you on the Hiado City Hotel rooftop." He admitted softly. She had known that there had been a chance that he was the one who shot her, even while she had hoped that it was the real him.
"You knew it was me?" She asked and if her voice was a bit unnaturally high...
"No, I didn't even think of it until you taunted me about waiting for you in the cold. Only four, maybe five, living people know how close our relationship is, so an imposter shouldn't have known to try and flirt with me. Even with that I wasn't certain it was you until right at the very end when your tiny protector shot me with an extremely powerful sedative."
"That was the wristwatch." She had said automatically and without really thinking about it.
"The what?!" He demanded bewildered and Sherry could have sworn that she heard someone else laughing on the other end of the phone.
"Dr. Agasa invented a stun gun wristwatch for Kudo. He usually uses it to put Kogoro Mouri to sleep to solve the cases with his own brain without drawing any attention to himself as a survivor of the APTX-4869. That's where Mouri's famous reputation as the Sleeping Sleuth came from." Haibara explained calmly.
"Well that wristwatch of his would have completely knocked me out if I wasn't a glutton for punishment during the training. Any other special gadgets I should be made aware of that might get in the way of a mission?" Gin asked grumbling slightly although that might be because of the laughter coming from someone on his end of the phone that Haibara definitely heard that time.
"Well he's got some sneakers that stimulate the muscles and nerves in his feet so that he can kick with the full power of a high school student. His glasses have a built-in tracking mechanism, a detachable transmitter, and the frames act as a receiver directing transmissions around the transmitter straight to his ears." Haibara said with an amused smile although she was wondering who he was with at the moment.
"So I was right about those glasses. You're fortunate I saw them and guessed what they could do when I jumped down after you to take care of Pisco before he could get to you first." Gin said and she could picture the triumphant smirk on his face clearly.
"You figured it out that fast? How? You had nothing to go on?!" Haibara asked, her heart leaping to her throat.
"Not quite true, love. I realized it after I stopped that sedative from knocking me out. I realized you weren't an alien and that you were with Kudo. Pisco wouldn't have taken you from his company if he was who he claimed so I knew it was him then. The real Pisco might have tracked you down to visit you or tried to dote on you or at least say hi to you after the mission and you left Kudo's company…but not during the mission. I did look into what happened to the real Pisco after we left the hotel though." Gin said sounding smug of himself at the beginning and he was a lot like Kudo that way, loving to show off his skills to his girl, but he turned serious at the end. On his end of the phone his sister looked downcast and grimaced in remembrance of what they had found.
"Did you find him?" Haibara asked worried about what she was going to learn about the nice old man who had taken in her sister without hesitation and had loved Sherry herself as if she were one of his kids from the minute he met her again.
"Yeah we fond him. All over four different rooms and two levels in his house. Bastard must have ambushed him before he left for the party but some time after I last called him. The only reason we knew that it was him because his head was the only thing untouched aside from being separated from his body. We couldn't even tell if all of him was there, but since he did live alone we made the call to burn the place. It was easier to clean it up that way and we thought that a funeral pyre might be enough to lay his weary soul to rest. God only knows his death wasn't going to give him that. We can't tell which it was but whoever killed him either hated him in particular or just liked to play with their food." Gin said bitterly. Another of the old field agents was gone, another he had known from the moment he was brought to the Organization. He didn't tell her, but a lot of the agents and the boss himself had shown up when they burned the place to pay their respects to the old man, Irish in particular had been inconsolable. First Akemi who had been like his littler sister and now Pisco? The man who might as well have been his father? Poor Irish lost all of his family now aside from his honorary baby sister, Shiho herself. They were keeping a watch on the burly blond man to make sure he wouldn't do anything stupid.
"That's terrible. I hope he's at peace now…I can't imagine Irish is handling all of this well." Haibara said grimacing and feeling bad for the tall blond agent. It was awful, violent way to die and the worst part was that Irish had probably been one of the first ones into Pisco's house and had seen the mess. She couldn't picture how she would have reacted if she had seen that and known that it was her sister…she felt a few tears slip down her cheeks unbidden. She would miss the old man. He had been like a doting daddy or grandpa…maybe a fond doting uncle, to her ever since she had met him again at the age of thirteen.
"You know some of these aliens seen humans as anything but a food source. And no, Irish isn't taking it well at all. We've already assigned a few people to watch him to try and keep him from doing anything stupid though. But since you had been kidnaped by a fake Pisco I'm guessing that you thought Vodka and I were aliens in disguise as well then?" Gin asked grimacing himself as he thought of how bad of a breakdown Irish had, the man was currently in the gym beating the shit out of every punching bag his hands could reach. It didn't hide the tears running down his face though or the sobs he would occasionally let out.
"Yeah…it didn't help that the first thing you did was shoot me to get my attention…or that you weren't surprised that I wasn't a child anymore." Sherry said allowing the change in subject even as her mind lingered on Irish. He had treated her like she was his favorite baby sister, and she could admit that he was a bit like a funny older brother figure to her. It hurt to think of him hurting so much and she wasn't able to do anything for him.
"That's part of the reason why I was convinced you couldn't be the real Sherry. I didn't think you had already started working on an antidote to the shrinking process." Gin said apologetically but sounding a bit proud of her at the end.
"I haven't. It was Kudo who had discovered a temporary cure by accident one day. He told me to drink some Chinese baijiu without telling me what it did. He hasn't explained how he found out but he obviously had an experience with the liquor before I had met him." Haibara said wondering what had happened during that experience that had made it so he found out about that.
"I see….how have you been? I haven't heard more than a few sporadic messages wishing me a good night or reminding me to eat more than noodles in the last few months…and I get the feeling that if that meeting hadn't happened then you would have remained silent for longer." Gin said and she swallowed heavily at that and was silent for a long moment.
"I…I want to say that I'm alright and am doing fine but…but I miss you so much. The reason I hadn't called you before now was because I was scared that not only would you get annoyed with me being so clingy but that calling you so often would make me miss you more or would distract both of us from our jobs which would end up fatal. I…I miss you so much. I want nothing more than to be back there with you and be in your arms." Sherry said and she felt tears rise in her eyes unbidden again but this time she blinked them back.
"Oh Sherry…sweetheart you should call me more or should have called me earlier if that's the way you felt. I've missed you too and I'm sorry I can't be there holding you and making you feel safe as I protect you. The most I can do is talk to you when you call me sweetheart, and talking on the phone like this would help ease both of our hearts because I assure you mine longs for you as much as yours longs for me my love. I want to be there protecting you and holding you in my arms but the most I can do is this my love. I promise you that disconnecting yourself won't make you feel any less lonely, I've felt lonely too sweetheart. And while I wish it could have happened under better circumstances I was happy to see you last week when I realized that it was you." Gin said softly and he could see his sister's eyes soften as she looked at him sympathetically.
"Where…where are you right now?" Haibara asked swallowing thickly. She should have called him sooner.
"I'm holed up in Beika at the moment. Have been for a week now."
"That's dangerous, what if Kudo spotted you or your car again. You don't exactly blend in." Sherry scolded but her heart wasn't in it really.
"The same reason you're asking where I am at the moment. I was hoping to see you again just as much as you were, Sherry." He said gently, completely ignoring her warning.
"I…Yes. I want to see you Gin." Haibara said swallowing hard and giving a slow nod, even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Give me ten minutes." Gin said smiling slightly and causing his sister to look at him shocked.
"Just be careful that no one important sees you, you're not supposed to know where I live after all." Haibara cautioned but she felt giddy.
"If someone sees me and shouldn't, I can and will just neuralyze them and make them forget." Gin said grinning as he got his keys ready to go.
"Right I forgot you have that thing. Be safe…and…I'll see you soon." Haibara said smiling brightly and happily. There was an unknown womans voice that happily shouted something that was heard through the phone clearly before Haibara hung up. She blinked for a long moment as she processed the words.
"You can't neuralyze me Onii-chan! It doesn't work on me so it looks like I get to meet cute little Sherry now!"
Holy shit she was about to meet Gin's mystery twin sister too!?