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"I got it!" an excited voice called through the hotel room, waking Claire from where she had fallen asleep on the couch.

"Huh?"

"I got his power!" Gabriel explained.

"He still alive?" Claire asked groggily.

"Yes, he's still alive. And now I can turn off powers." He smiled.

"Oh, crap." Claire said softly.

Gabriel scowled, guessing why she suddenly looked horrified. "Don't worry, Claire. If I turn off someones power, I wouldn't be able to take it anyways."

Claire exhaled, although not entirely in relief. "Well, good."

"So, should I go erase the Presidents mind?" Gabriel asked, smiling.

"He is in Europe for the next week." The Haitian reminded him. "If there is not anything else you need from me, I will go now." He turned at left.

Gabriel sat down on the couch. "So. We're supposed to just... wait here? Until the President gets back?"

"Yup." Claire said, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

Line.

Tony lay on his back. He was still not feeling well. Ziva walked over to him, and he couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face.

"Hello, Tony." she greeted him. "Feeling any better?"

"I've felt worse. I've also felt better, but you know what they say."

"Who?"

"Who who?"

Ziva grimaced. "They. Who are they?"

Tony shrugged. "I don't know. They're the people that say everything."

Ziva looked confused. "They are the ones that say all the saying I never get correct, yes?"

"Yes." Tony agreed with a smile.

Line.

Therese yawned, stretching. "Hey, Adusia? You wanna take over?" she asked.

She nodded. "Go sleep."

Therese walked out of the room.

Danko woke as she left the room, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, psychopath." Adusia greeted him.

"Good morning, mass murderer." Danko shot back.

She bared her teeth. "I've never killed someone for no reason. Or personal gain, for that matter."

"Its interesting that both you and your sister developed such... violet and deadly powers."

"Fascinating. Don't talk about my sister."

"She blew things up, you kill people." Danko mused.

"I also bring people back. Don't talk about my sister."

"You know, she was dangerous. Just like you. If shooting you would do any good, I would. Why is it that bullets don't kill you?"

Adusia smiled darkly. "I have too much life in me to die. But I'm no RCR; I still age. I'll die eventually. You'll be long gone, though."

Danko laughed. "RCR?"

"RCR. Rapid Cellular Regeneration. Short hand."

"Can't you just call it 'healing'?" Danko pointed out.

"No." Adusia disagreed. "Because a healer is someone who heals others."

"Uh huh. You... people... have such cute names for each other. 'RCR', 'precog', 'Speedster', 'touch and go'." he chuckled.

"It's quicker than saying rapid cellular regeneration, precognition, super speed and activation and deactivation. If we had to say the proper names for our powers, we'd never get anything done."

Danko shook his head. "Whats your power called?"

Adusia sighed. "Life and death. The proper name is Resurrection and causing decease of living things."

"Sure is a mouthful." Danko commented.

"yup." They sat in silence for a while. "I'm going to kill you, you know." she said finally.

"I guessed as much." He shook his head. "I'm amazed I'm not dead now."

"Neviah wont let me." Adusia said simply.

Danko snorted. "Why do all of you follow her rules blindly?"

"Haha." Adusia said dully.

"No pun intended. She's young,"

"Older than me, and I could kill you with a touch." Adusia reminded him.

"She's... well, she's blind,"

"She's seen more than you have, even if its not with her eyes."

Danko snorted. "How do you know she isn't just making it up?"

Adusia laughed like he had told a hilarious joke. "You're attempting to turn me against Neviah." she shook her head, still laughing. "You, the man that killed my sister, my friends. Turn me against her, the woman who saved me and given me a place to stay, has helped me more than once. Has helped everyone here."

"She's a manipulator. You have to know that." Danko told her.

Adusia stood, walking over to Danko, pulling off a glove. She reached towards his face. "So are you, Emile." she said as she stopped her hand half an inch away from the skin contact that would have killed him. "So are you."

Line.

Half a week later, Neviah sat down slowly in a chair.

"Have you been speaking with Tony and Ziva?" She asked Samantha.

"Ziva doesn't like me. Tony's still sick." Samantha reported.

Neviah smiled. "Tony's sick. Wonderful. Symptoms?"

Samantha narrowed her eyes. "He's tired. Stomach ache. I'm not sure entirely. I haven't spoken too him for a while." Neviah smiled wider. "Why are you happy he's sick?"

"Think about it." Neviah said happily.

Samantha looked at her, confused.

"Ziva transfers her pain to the people that caused it."

"Are you saying that Ziva is actually the one that's sick? Wait, wouldn't that mean that Tony's the one that made her sick...?"

"Yup. Can you guess what has made her ill?"

Samantha furrowed her brow, thinking for quite a while. Then her face cleared and she blinked in shock. "she's pregnant?"

Ta da! The story is getting ever closer to the end. Not much left!