Belief
A/N: Yay! I got a burst of insperation, so took this to a whole new level of oddity. But, oh well! Shorter than the original, but oh, well!
"I speak of the force that created the physics of the universe, the force that makes time flow forward and not allow everything happen at once, the force that sets the pattern to which the planets turn. Its weapons are coincidence, unlikelihood, and happenstance… It is what it is… the pattern. We may choose our own paths, but the pattern is always ahead of us. It is a way. It is the way." Devil-boy Jack, the Haunting of Alaizabel Cray.
Last time on Belief:
'Kate, have I gone to the Twilight Zone?' Two of the guys, who Kate identified as Gibbs and Tony, were the people from my nightmare.
No, sadly. This would make a LOT more sense that way. I silently snickered, stopping quickly when the guy Kate had called Tony walked up, wondering if I had only imagined the slightly wistful tone in Kate's voice when she said his name…
B E L I E F
A few hours later, at roughly nine o'clock, I sat in my darkened room, curled up in my white hammock in my pjs, apparently studying my dark blue walls. In reality, Kate and I were trying to figure out why she was possessing me, of all people. Neither of us were sure.
Holly, what was that? Kate asked suddenly. I listened. Uh-oh.
Footsteps? My parents were in California visiting my Great-Aunt, and Ms. Allen, my next-door neighbor, was out. No one else lived close to me, and the footsteps were coming from inside…
I nearly screamed as Kate muttered something after a clicking sound was heard. A gun. You might want to get out of the house right now.
You definitely don't need to tell me twice. I 'said', pulling my frizzy dark hair in a ponytail, and sliding through my first floor window.
B E L I E F
I ran. I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could, not realizing there were other people into the world until I crashed into someone. As Fate would have it, I crashed into Kate's – what do you call the person who was a ghost's boss when they were alive? Oh well, Special Agent Gibbs. The other two were watching, the one, Tony, openly grinning.
This is going to be good. Kate said sarcastically. Judging by the reaction, I'd have to agree. Then things went to… well, you get the picture, when a guy in a fairly horror movie cliché black hooded robes, waving a not very nice gun around.
B E L I E F
Well to make a long story short, they arrested the guy after he nearly shot at the NCIS agents. I was made to wait at one of the desks, to be interviewed by Agent Gibbs again, as the creepy stalker dude refused to talk to anyone but me, who he referred to as the medium. It, sadly, took me a few seconds to get it. Kate still insists she got it immediately.
Mediums talk to dead people. He knew about my new little talent. Maybe about Kate. What if all he wanted was to contact a dead relative. Oops.
People who lost a relative don't go and break into a house with a gun in black cult outfits. Kate did have a point.
Somehow, during my mini guilt trip and Kate's little reminder thingamabob, I had been escorted to this little boxed room.
Better hope no one gets claustrophobia in this. I mentally mutter. I don't like small spaces, but no mental alarms were being sent off.
Like you might? Kate teased. I really felt like rolling my eyes right then.
"Um, Hi," I whispered quietly at the disturbing stalker guy.
"Hello, Medium," he whispered. I raised an eyebrow.
"I do have a name, you know. It's Holly." I replied.
"You have a spirit in residence already, what a shame," he said. I could tell from the mirror thingy on the wall I had gone three shades paler. How did he know?
"Circe is in dear need of an embodiment. Pity that the spirit already in you well need to be expelled forcibly. It could break you permanently.Circe's embodiment would." He continued.
Did that make any sense to you?
No.
I froze. Something was wrong. My insides were turning into ice.
Kate, help! I plead internally. It was the guy, I know it. Agent Gibbs was looking at the guy curiously, he didn't realize that I was becoming my own personal freezer.
Somehow, by my plea for help, Kate was materializing next to me, startling Gibbs. Mentally snickering, I noticed that Kate's appearance must have alsostartled the uncannily mysterious stalker guy, because I no longer felt like a Holly-sicle.
I sighed in relief.
B E L I E F
Two hours later, Kate convinced Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and two other people, Abby and Ducky, that she was not a hallucination. The disturbing stalker guy was taken away.
I eventually got to go home, where a surprise was waiting for me on the kitchen table.
A/N: Short, yes. But this story is short. All that is left is the coda. Then Deal with the Devil, which has a happy twist. Yay!