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I've noticed a sad lack of NCIS in this story, when it was originally about Ziva, so I'm going to try to get her in more.
Ziva watched out the window as the tall dark haired man sometimes called Gabriel and sometimes called Sylar placed a gentle hand on the blonde girl called Claire's shoulder and disappeared.
Tony stood behind her, watching also. "Apparently he managed to get Hiro's power. I heard someone say that he's getting really good at taking powers without killing." his voice was tired.
"I am sorry you got dragged into this, Tony. It was not my wish for anyone to be involved in this that does not have to be." Ziva apologized.
Tony shook his head. "No," he said softly, and turned her around to face him. "No, I want to be here. If you're here, I want to be here."
Ziva smiled. "That is kind of you, Tony," she said, and was cut off as his lips met hers.
Line.
Samantha sat next to Neviah. "He kissed her." she told the younger girl.
"Wonderful. With any luck, she will be pregnant soon." Neviah said.
Samantha gave a laugh that sounded like a sigh. "Right. He kissed her, so they should be having kids anytime now."
Neviah closed her eyes. "Destruction. Death. Pain. Children screaming over their parents bodies, parents carrying their dead children. Blood and tears. The very earth under their feet turning on them and sucking them under to die slowly."
A chill ran down Samantha's spine as she listened to Neviah's words. "What?"
"That is what I see. For the future. If they do not have a child, that is what will happen."
Samantha sat in silence for a while. Finally she spoke. "Then lets hope they have a kid soon."
Line.
"Don't worry. I'll be right behind you the entire time. If they try to capture you, I'll get you out." Gabriel assured Claire. Claire looked at him doubtingly. "I will." he insisted.
"Lets hope so." Claire said, took a deep inhale of air in case it was the last of fresh air for awhile, and crossed the street to the building Molly had told them was building 26.
When she reached the front doors of the building, she realized she had no way to get up stairs.
Across the room, Gibbs and McGee stood waiting for an elevator. McGee scanned the room, his eyes resting on a lone teenage girl.
"Boss?" he said softly. "Isn't that girl Senator Petrelli's daughter?"
Gibbs turned to the direction McGee was looking, his eyes taking in the blonde-haired girl he recognized from pictures taken from traffic cameras. "Yup." he agreed with McGee and strode over to her.
Claire looked up as she heard a mans voice call her name. "Yes?"
The older man nodded at her. "Specials Agents Gibbs and McGee, NCIS."
"NCIS?" Claire asked. "Would you happen to know anyone by the name Ziva or Tony?"
Gibbs stared at her. "Are you here to see your father?" he asked finally.
Claire stiffened. "Yes."
"Which one?" the younger agent, McGee, asked. Gibbs shoot him a look of annoyance.
"Either."
McGee and Gibbs exchanged a look and ushered Claire into a elevator. Once it started, Gibbs pressed the stop button and it came to a halt.
Claire looked at him. "You know, I don't think that's safe."
Gibbs turned to her. "How do you know Ziva and Tony?"
"I'm going to assume you know who I am, and that I've been hiding out with a group of people wanted for terrorism, which is complete bullshit." she glared angerly. "I'm also going to assume you know Ziva and Tony have also been with that same group of people."
McGee spoke. "Are they okay?" he asked.
Claire calmed, her anger draining away as she realized these men obviously cared for Ziva and Tony."
"Yeah. Tony's going through phases of freaking out. Ziva was shot," McGee and Gibbs opened their mouths. "But I gave her blood and healed her." she continued quickly.
McGee gaped at her.
"Yeah, my blood heals. And brings people back from the dead." she said, then sighed. "But not always."
"But they're okay?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah."
Gibbs nodded sharply and turned the elevator back on.
When they got to their floor, the doors opened and Claire saw her fathers.
Gibbs lead her over to them.
Noah was the first to turn.
"Claire-bear." he said, and pulled her into his arms. "You're alright."
Claire's arms wrapped around the man she considered her father, even if there was no DNA match. "I can't get hurt." she reminded him.
"Claire?" Nathans voice broke through.
She separated from Noah. "Hi... dad."
He smiled. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.
"I'm here to get you to stop hunting specials."
A hour or so later, Claire, Noah, and Nathan were sitting in the hotel room Nathan had gotten for Claire to stay in when she refused to go back home.
Nathan and Claire were sitting in awkward silence well Noah was in the other room talking on his cell phone.
Nathan cleared his throat, opened his mouth... and then shut it again.
Because what do you say to the daughter you put on Homeland Security's map as a terrorist? The daughter you betrayed, more than once, this time by arresting her friends... your friends? The people you had saved the world with, more than once.
Noah walked back into the room, still on the phone. "Okay," he said to the person on the other line. "Yep. Bye."
Noah hung up the phone, shaking his head.
"What?" Nathan asked, seeing his expression.
"They just found four of the people were looking for."
Nathan swore under his breath.
"It gets worse," Noah said darkly. "They didn't find them alive. They found them dead."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up. "Who?"
"Rebecca Tratrolt, Evan Deon, Sarah Elborn, Adelinde Delsy. And me." Claire said.
"You?" Noah asked.
"Danko came. He found us. He has-" she swallowed. "-Really good aim. Hit me right in the kill spot. He sniped us. Everyone he hit died."
"He only hit four?" Noah asked.
"Yeah. Adelinde, she made force fields. Danko shot everyone outside before anyone knew anything was happening. He shot The B- Sarah, and then Adelinde put up her shield around the entire building. Danko kept shooting. Everyone dropped under the windows, even though the shield was up. Adelinde was tired, and she couldn't keep the shield up that big with the bullets trying to get through. Daphne ran to go stop Danko, and when she reached the shield Adelinde let it go. She was hit as fell." Claire ended her explanation with a look of extreme sadness.
"You have someone there that can bring them back-" Nathan began.
"No," Noah and Claire said at the same time. Claire looked at him. "Company man, remember?" he said darkly. "She can't bring back bodies that have been too damaged, she can't bring back those that she's brought back before."
Nathan shook his head. "Where's Danko now?"
Claire didn't say anything.
"Claire? Where's Danko?" Noah asked his daughter.
"Daphne knocked him unconciese. Neviah has Therese keeping him asleep except when they want to ask him something, and when she wakes him up they have at least three guns pointed at him." Claire admitted.
"They're holding him against his will." Nathan said. "When this is over he can press charges on everyone in that building." Noah shook his head. "What?"
"He's not going to be alive after all this is over." Noah said, slightly shocked that Nathan hadn't figured that out.
"What do you mean?"
Claire sighed. "He shot and killed four people, all of them with friends or family of someone there that would kill Danko for hurting them without Neviah stopping them. Sarah's sister kills people with skin contact. It's amazing that Danko was still alive when we left."
Noah looked at Nathan. "We?"
Claire froze. "The... royal... 'we'"
Noah looked at his daughter, recognizing the look on her face. It was the same one he had seen on her face hundreds of times since she was a little girl, when she dropped her grape juice on the carpet and tried to blame it on Lyle. Lyle, who was a month old.
"Claire," he said.
Claire looked around the hotel room. "Fine. But you can't-" she took a breath. "Do you have a gun on you?" she asked Noah.
He looked her oddly. "Yes."
Claire looked around again, then jumped.
Noah and Nathan looked at her. "Claire..."
"Don't shot. It won't do any good and we shouldn't get blood on everything." she said.
"Claire, what are you-" Noah began, but cut off as a man appeared behind his daughter. A man he knew.
"Sylar."
Oh dear. I had no intention of letting Nathan and Noah know Sylar was there, I really didn't. I have no idea what happened.
Well, I got almost no Ziva in this chapter. But it was longer than I've been writing the last few. Thats good... and... uhmm... oh, does anyone know a good color for carpet in a room with blue walls?