Not mine, I don't own. Blah blah blah.
Tony walked slowly towards his door. His life had been turned on its head today, and he mostly just wanted to sleep, and maybe when he woke up, it would be back to normal.
Unlocking his door, he walked in. The moonlight shone through the window, making it easy to see without a light. But out of habit, he turned it on.
"You Tony?"
"Holy-" Tony said, jumping out of his skin as woman stepped out from behind a corner.
"You're Tony?" she asked again.
"Yes. You are?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
"I've been sent to warn you. They're watching you." She turned away.
"Wait!" tony yelled, and grabbed onto her arm.
Then, suddenly, he wasn't in his apartment anymore.
He looked around. He was surrounded by various people, of every age, race, and gender. And they were all poised to attack him.
One man who looked about thirty stepped towards him. He looked at the woman beside Tony. "Rachel! What are you doing bringing him here. You were to warn him, not bring him."
Rachel glared. "Not my fault. He grabbed on to me. He's your problem now." She said, then disappeared.
Tony turned around, looking for her. And then turned again. And again. And again...
"Tony."
Tony stopped turning.
"Ziva?" he said. "You're okay." He said, relieved.
Ziva looked at him. "No, I am not. And you should not be here."
"He needs to be." This came from a girl, not even 16, but smaller than anyone that age should be. She reminded Tony of a documentary he once saw about a child that had been kept in her room with no sunlight or human contact until she was a teenager.
Everyone turned to look at the girl, all with extreme respect in their eyes.
"Neviah." Ziva said softly. She reached out her hand and took Neviah's. Tony realized she was blind.
Neviah walked towards Tony, and pressed a hand to his cheek.
"This is the one," she said, her soft voice like a summer breeze. "We need Normal's to help us. Otherwise they will never accept us."
"Neviah. I understand, but must it be Tony?" Ziva asked.
"He is the one, I am sure. I can see it."
That struck Tony as odd, since as she said that her eyes were pointed forward, unfocused, unseeing.
"Show him where to sleep, and explain to him what this is." She said. "Although he already knows much. Then, we must fetch Matt Parkman and the others."
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"This is where you can sleep," Ziva said, gesturing to a piece of old foam in the corner of a room full of other pieces of foam, some with people sleeping on them.
"Um... ok." He said, and sat down on it.
"I sleep here." Ziva said, sitting on a foam bed next to his.
"What's going on, Ziva. I'm so confused. You're a terrorist, and some girl who's also a terrorist broke through bullet proof glass into Abby's lab, and pointed a gun at Abby, and it wasn't loaded. And then they take us to go prove these powers are real and then..." he trailed off. He didn't even know how to sum up the rest.
"I know, Tony. It's hard to accept. So much more when the power does not come to you." She looked slightly above his head. "It is not a piece of pie having them."
"Piece of cake, Ziva." Tony said, smiling.
"I know. But it is nice to hear you correct me." She smiled.
"So... you have a... power?" Tony asked slowly.
Ziva laughed. "Yes." She said.
"Can you show me?"
"No. My power... when I was held, and tortured... there is a theory, that your power, if it is in your DNA to have one, will be influenced by what you want. People who don't want to be found turn invisible, people who wonder what others think about them read minds... I wanted that man, and any others who would hurt me, to feel that pain, feel it a thousand times worse." She looked down at her hands. "And now, they do."
"So your power is to make people feel your pain?" He said. "Hmm..." he reached out and punched her in the shoulder.
"Holy crap!" He said, clutching his shoulder.
"I warned you." Ziva pointed out, looking at him worriedly, but in a few seconds he seemed mostly better.
"Okay, so that's true... what are other things? That people can do?" He asked, with wide, wondering eyes.
"Well, those people that you met, this morning... Micah, he can talk to computers, tell them what to do. It is very helpful. Therese makes you sleep. And Adelinde causes impenetrable force fields."
"Okay..."
"The one that got me out of the van, she is a bomb. It is something to watch, really... she starts glowing, and it gets brighter, and brighter, until it just... is too bright. And then everything is pushed back, so hard, and it's very warm. And you watch everything move away from you, very fast."
Tony gave her a questioning look. "As long as she is holding on to you, you are unharmed by the explosion." She explained.
"And what about the, ah, other one. The blind one." Tony asked.
"Neviah. She is all." Ziva said simply.
"...you lost me."
"She knows all. Everything that will happen, she knows. She sees it."
"She sees it?"
"She could see, once. But the day her visions began coming, she lost it."
A man walked over to them, guiding Neviah.
"Hello, Ziva. Hello, Tony. I have a job for you."