Chapter 11:

Gaia shifted slightly and her hand felt the rough ground around her. She narrowed her eyes before opening them slowly, squinting at the sun, and she felt hands helping her to sit up. Her muscles felt tingly and she knew that she was waking up from a fight. And when she looked to Chrissy, she remembered what had happened.

Gaia quickly looked to her right and saw that her uncle was still unconscious.

"How long was I out?" Gaia asked.

"Not long. About a minute." She sighed before she looked back to Chrissy.

"I'm sorry." She narrowed her eyes.

"What are you sorry for? He's the one that threatened me."

"I'm sorry for being your friend. And telling you my secrets. That's what caused all of this." Chrissy shook her head.

"That is not what caused all of this. He caused all of this," she said, pointing to Loki. "I'm not sure if he's Yuri or your uncle or your father or Loki or someone from the Organization or…whatever. It doesn't matter. Whoever he is, you almost killed him. And even though he's hurt you and the people you love, and I'm sure countless other people, you shouldn't kill him. He should be killed by a lethal injection." Gaia nodded.

"You're right," she whispered. She looked to Loki for a second before she held her hand out to Chrissy. "I need your cell phone." Chrissy nodded before taking it out of her backpack. Gaia called 911.

"911. Please state the nature of your emergency."

"Central Intelligence Agency. Code Bluebell 24," Gaia murmured.

"Understood." There was a click on the phone.

"Central Intelligence Agency."

"Eight-two-nine-nine-five-one-four."

"Go ahead, ma'am."

"Contact SAC Rodriguez in New York. Tell him we have Oliver Moore in custody, unconscious," Gaia said. "Corner of 3nd and 11th Street in a construction area."

"Yes, ma'am." As the phone disconnected, Gaia hung up.

"Give it four minutes," she told her. Chrissy nodded.

"Ok." They were silent for a few moments.

"Are you going to leave New York?" Gaia asked quietly. Chrissy took her hand.

"Not on your life." Surprising even herself, Gaia took Chrissy in a strong hug.

The girls had waited for two minutes before Loki stirred. Gaia tensed before picking up the gun as he sat up, rubbing his neck. He didn't flinch as he saw the gun. Gaia knew what he was thinking. He knew that one day he would be staring down the barrel of a gun before it released the bullet that killed him.

"I'm not going to shoot you unless you try to run," Gaia told him. "And you of all people should know that I have very good aim." He nodded.

"Gaia…I need help," he whispered.

"Yea, no shit," she told him.

"Did you call the Agency?"

"What do you think?" Gaia spat. "Surprisingly, if it wasn't for Chrissy here, you'd be dead." He pursed his lips and looked to Chrissy, who refused to meet his gaze. He nodded.

"I know."

The next few minutes passed before Federal Agents came into the construction area, guns drawn.

"Put your hands on your head, Oliver."

"It's not Oliver," Gaia said, staring her uncle straight in the eye. "It's Loki."

"Gaia…" Oliver murmured, putting his hands on the back of his head. "It's not Loki anymore…I'm so sorry–."

"Stop it," she ordered. "Just stop it. I don't give a damn who the hell you are. Whoever you are, just shut up." Oliver looked at the ground before standing up as an agent took his hands behind his back. Just then, SAC Rodriguez walked into the area, his gun in his hand as well.

"Gaia," he said, motioning to the gun in her hands. She nodded.

"Gladly," she replied, handing it over. "Safety's still on." He nodded and put his gun back in his holster before taking the gun out of hers. He smoothly slipped out the magazine and it dropped out into his hands before he put it and the gun in separate pockets of his jacket. Gaia didn't look at the gun. She looked at Oliver, being put into handcuffs, staring at the ground.

"You have to come with us to tell us what happened." Gaia pursed her lips and nodded as Loki was escorted out to a black FBI van. Rodriguez motioned to Chrissy. "Do we have to worry about her?" Gaia shook her head.

"She won't say anything. It's a long, complicated story, but I'll tell you."