I don't own. If I did, Heroes wouldn't be cancelled because I would have had any NBC person who thought it should be abducted by aliens.

Samantha tapped on Tony's shoulder.

He jumped, turned, and spoke. "You never do just say hi, do you?"

"No. Word is that you kissed Ziva." she had a smile on her lips.

"Maybe."

"I know you did. Your connection is different. Its no longer unacted upon feelings, its now- well, acted upon feelings. Very acted upon feelings." she smirked. "I think you did more than kiss."

Tony frowned. "Really not your business." he said, but he couldn't keep the happiness out of his voice.

"Its a good thing, Tony. You deserve happiness. And so does she." Samantha sighed.

"So do you. And I don't think you are." Tony said softly.

Samantha shook her head. "I haven't been happy for a very long time. I've never had much to be happy about."

Tony looked at her sadly.

"Now don't you go ruining your happiness because I don't have any," she scolded. "I'm not sad. I'm just not happy. I'm content."

"I feel almost guilty about being happy around here. Four people died yesterday. We're all hiding from the United States Government. Half the kids here don't have family's Half the adults don't either. Everyone here with a power lives in fear of someone finding out about them."

Samantha placed a hand on his should as he gazed out the hole in the wall that used to be a window, before a bullet came and killed an insane sixteen year old that could blow things up.

Line.

Ducky frowned at the body bags that were being carried into his autopsy room. "Jethro, why is Homeland Security sending me dead people?" he asked as Gibbs came into the room.

"Because, Duck, you know about what they're doing, and they don't have a medical examiner."

Ducky sighed and crossed over to the first body of four, and unzipped the body bag to reveal the face of a sixteen year old girl. "She's very young." he said softly.

"They're all young, except for Evan Deon." Gibbs informed Ducky.

Ducky sighed. "Well, looking at just the head I can tell you what killed," he looked at the name. "Sarah Elborn. Gunshot wound to the head." He moved to the next body, unzipped it, and sighed. "Three bullet wounds to the chest. I'm going to say," he checked the name. "Rebecca Tratrolt was most likely killed by that."

Gibbs nodded. "They were all killed by bullet wounds. We just need you to officially say they were."

Ducky nodded, moved on to the next one. "Am I to do full autopsy on them, Jethro?" he asked.

"Yeah, Duck."

Ducky sighed. "Alright." he paused. "These were all people with ability's?" he asked.

"Yeah." Gibbs affirmed softly.

"Homeland Security killed them?"

"A Homeland Security agent who was fired. Petrelli is trying to keep the body count as low as possible."

Ducky nodded absently. "Thats good. I'd prefer to have less autopsy's than more."

Gibbs looked away. "If Homeland Security killed one, they wouldn't send the body to you, Duck."

Ducky looked at Gibbs questioningly. "Who would they send it to?"

Gibbs looked him in the eye. "They wouldn't send the body to anyone." he paused. "Except the incinerator."

I'm not sure what they would do. I'm just saying they would have them cremated because of that one graphic novel with the guy who can turn to salt water? I don't know. The Company incinerated bodies. Oh, and line.

"Sylar."

Noah's voice echoed through the hotel room, making Claire wince.

"Dad," she cautioned him as he reached for his gun. "Just wait. Don't shoot him!" Her voice was surprisingly urgent. "We don't want blood all over!" she explained when she got confused looks from the three men.

"I agree that you shouldn't shoot me, although not so much to save the hotel room." Gabriel said. Noah pulled out his gun.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. Claire got up with a stern look to her father to answer the door.

Behind it were Gibbs and McGee.

"Hey," Claire greeted them. McGee smiled at her. Gibbs nodded, and walked into the room. "He's in a good mood." Claire said sarcasticly.

"He's always like that. Don't take it personal." McGee assured her.

"In this room is a serial killer who killed my best friend in front of me, thinking it was me, nearly blew up New York, and trapped me in my own home and scalped me. I don't take someone walking past me without saying 'hi' as much as an insult." she informed him, then turned and walked into the room herself. McGee blinked, closed the door, and followed her.

Gibbs was shifting his gaze from Gabriel to Noah, who was still holding his gun.

Claire rolled her eyes and walked over to her dad, pulling the gun out of his hands. "Give me that."

Gabriel hid a smirk.

"No one is going to shoot Gabriel." she insisted.

"Gabriel?" Nathan asked.

"It is my name, Senator." Gabriel said.

"You shut up." Claire told Gabriel. His smirk widened.

"Claire, what is Sylar doing here?" Noah asked.

"He's following me in case you people decided to lock me up." she explained.

Noah shook his head. "I wouldn't ever let that happen."

"You can't protect her from everything, Noah." Gabriel said.

"I told you to shut up." Claire repeated. "He's right though."

"Claire..." Noah began.

"Look, I don't care about any or this. I want to know where my team is!" Gibbs exclaimed, cutting off Noah.

"They're safe." Claire said.

"For now." Gabriel added.

Claire looked at him. "didn't I tell you to shut up?"

Gabriel's smile widened again.

Claire rolled her eyes. "The only was they'll stay safe is if the Government stops hunting them."

"We're working on that." Nathan told her. "The President is being difficult, but we have a plan."

"A plan with a lot of holes in it." Noah mumbled.

"Whats the plan?" Claire asked. The men explained the plan of erasing the Presidents memory.

Claire tilted her head. "Yeah, I can see more than a few holes in that plan. Like, how will you get the Haitian close enough to him to wipe his memory?"

Gabriel raised his hand. Claire sighed and nodded.

"What if I had his power?" he volunteered.

Noah shook his head, pulling out another gun. "You aren't killing him."

Claire stared at the second gun. "How many do you have?" She asked, glancing down at the gun she was still holding. "And he doesn't need to kill anymore. The man he took invisibility from is still alive and well."

Noah stared at him.

"If I don't do this, the government will never stop hunting us, Noah." Gabriel said softly.

After a long discussion of pros and cons, yelling and calm reasoning, it was decided.

Gabriel Gray, known as Sylar to some, would turn invisible and erase the President of the Untied States' memory.

So. This story is nearing its end. I'm most likely going to be doing a sequel, maybe?

But since I'm an obsessed Fangirl, and I don't have a life, it will more likely than not be a Heroes/NCIS/Grey's Anatomy crossover.

Like I said, obsessed Fangirl.