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Neviah sat on the roof, clutching her knees to her chest, on her feet a very nice pair of high heels that didn't really appear to be the general style of the small blind woman.

Alan walked up to her slowly. "Hey, Neviah." he said softly as he dropped next to her.

"Its going to rain."

Alan glanced at the grey sky. "It looks like it." he informed her.

"I can smell it coming."

Alan watched her. "Maybe we should go inside?"

"I'm not going until it falls."

"You'll get wet." Alan pointed out.

"Yup."

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I'll go inside when my mom calls me." she said softly.

Alan smiled. "Okay."

Neviah opened her eyes, waking from a dream that was actually a memory. The last day she was at her home.

The last day she had a home.

On that rooftop, she and Alan had decided they needed to save the world, and they couldn't do that living in her mothers house. They needed to be able to be in one city one day, and in a different state the next. They needed to be able to move according to where her visions took them.

So that night, they had disappeared off through the rain with no warning, no goodbye. A simple note was left on each of their pillows; We're okay. We haven't been kidnapped. We'll come back when we can.

She sighed, standing and making her way to the stairway that led the the roof of the 'safe house'.

Alan came up behind her and replaced the wall that she kept a hand on to guide herself.

When they reached the roof, they settled down, Neviah resting her head on Alan's chest as he held her to himself gently.

"I'm playing God." Neviah said out of no where.

"You're doing it pretty well." Alan assured her.

"That's not the point. That's all I've done since we left. I've played God, I've raised Hell."

"Last time I checked, God isn't in this building with these people. And Hell doesn't raise itself."

Neviah's lips twitched up it a half-heated smile.

"You've done a lot of good." Alan said seriously. "You've helped a lot of people, Nev."

"Why is it that you always know what to tell me?" she said, sighing.

"Practice." he said after some consideration. Neviah laughed.

"Thank you." Neviah thanked him, reaching up to press her lips against her husbands.

Line. Yup, Neviah and Alan are married. They are eighteen.

Ziva stared up at the ceiling, her head resting on Tony's chest, his arms wrapped around her. He had fallen asleep, but she couldn't.

A week had passed since she had ended there just-friendship. Not much had happened around the building.

Danko was being kept on a 24 hour watch. Adusia was sitting next to the door so Therese could take breaks. Danko didn't dare make a move against a girl that would kill him with a single touch if she even had a slight inkling that he was going to try and escape.

The only two major things that had happened were when Peter had teleported the dead to where Homeland Security would find them, since Hiro was still unable to use his power, and when Amanda had went to a corner store and bought a disposable cell phone that couldn't be tracked well Micah had turned off any cameras they had encountered.

They had used the cell to call Claire, who had told them of the plan. She had also told Ziva and Tony that Gibbs and McGee said hi. Tony had told Neviah, who was on their end of the line, to say hi to 'McGoo', which had made everyone laugh.

Although, Ziva thought, they most likely didn't find it very funny, but were more relived that it would be over soon.

Tony also didn't feel very well.

He had a bad stomach ache, and he was very tired. Neviah was very concerned.

Line.

The Haitian stood silently in the doorway, staring solumly at Gabriel.

"So, how does that taking powers with out killing him work?" Noah asked.

"He needs to talk." Gabriel said. "And he needs to let me use my power."

"Two things that don't come naturally to him." Nathan said from the chair across the room where he sat. Claire thought it might be because he didn't want to get blood stains on his suit if it got violent.

"What do you want me to say?" the Haitian asked.

Gabriel looked at Claire uncertainly. "I got Alan's power after he told me about himself."

"When were you talking to Alan?" Claire asked.

"When we were cleaning up, after Homeland Security attacked."

"So, you want me to speak of my life." The Haitian said. Gabriel shrugged, nodding. "When I was a child, I became part of the Company. I worked for them until it burned down."

Gabriel glanced desperately at Claire. "Its not working."

"Try again."

Line.

A cell phone's ring echoed through the silent building, waking the sleeping people in that room. Considering there was only one cell phone in the entire building, and it was pretty important, the one nearest to the phone answered it.

"Hello?" Peter answered.

"Peter, hey. It's Claire."

"Oh, hey Claire. Is something wrong?" Peter asked, more awake.

"Well, we're having some difficulty with Gabriel taking the Haitians power."

"He hasn't yet? Its been a week!"

Claire sighed over the phone. "Yeah, but it took a week to get him here. And Gabe's only taken a power without killing twice."

"Gabe?"

"Whatever." Claire said angerly. "Gabriel is long."

"Sylar's not." Peter mumbled.

Claire huffed. "I'm hoping he wont be Sylar and start killing people. I'm just phoning to tell everyone it might take a little longer than we hoped, since if Gabe doesn't get the power in four hours, we'll have to wait another week well the President is in Europe."

Peter cursed softly. "Okay. Well, thanks."

"Say hi to everyone. And the NCIS people say hi to the NCIS people. And slap Danko for me."

Peter laughed. "Bye, Claire."

"Bye Peter."

And the dial tone was the only noise.

Can anyone guess why Tony isn't feeling well? If you can, you're either brilliant or I should become a detective novel writer for people who don't like suspence.