Hidden Wings
Mikkal
Chapter Four
Suzanne
Life didn't work the way Suzanne wanted it to. She hated her name, she hated the secrets. In a not-so-small part of her mind she wished she could go back to Terminal City with Logan and Alec—not Tony and Dean—and live there with everyone else again. Clean it up enough so Sketchy and O.C could live with them, along with any other normal people who were sympathetic.
Like Tony's NCIS team, they could've lived with the rest of the transgenics no problem. Susie would be happy to let them in.
Tony and Dean were so different from Logan and Alec. Susie herself felt as if Max was slipping away from her every moment she spent out of Seattle. She was softer now, less bitter; sometimes she thought that was a good thing. Other times she stood back and questioned herself.
Watching Tony interact with Ziva and McGee made her heart pang. There was a small time when Logan acted like that with Max and Alec. In the three months of him getting cured finally and him and Alec putting aside their dislike for one another they became closer than ever. This life Tony had could've been the life the three of them lived if everything hadn't got up in smoke.
Sam Winchester was interesting in the fact he was very protective of his "brother." She was happy about that, but she wondered where all that protectiveness came from. Did Sam know that Dean was a transgenic? Or did something horrible happen during their time spent together that it developed. Number one question: why was Sam saying Dean had a headache (probably a migraine) when the worst transgenics ever suffered due to their bodies turning against them were the shakes?
Susie sat deep into the rolling desk chair Gibbs had offered her when they arrived an hour earlier and watched everyone do their various jobs. Sam was commandeering a computer after McGee's didn't put out the information he wanted and he was pulling out wires to twist them together. Ziva was calling all her contacts; the language she spoke quietly in changed every other phone call. McGee was trying to hack a database with Gibbs' permission. And Tony was just sitting at his own desk, staring blankly at the monitor of his computer.
She had nothing to do. Susie was best at three things: killing djinns, kicking ass, and genetics. And she wasn't even that good at genetics, just good enough to know how to partly synthesize a cure from her boo for what ever plague the Breeding Cult was going to release.
Ames White was in the wind, but left malevolent breadcrumbs wherever he went that would be picked up by greedy birds not moments later. They knew where he was for a good few hours, and then they didn't. It was frustrating and made Susie want to shoved her foot into some bastard's chest cavity.
"Is Dean going to show up today?" McGee piped up suddenly, not even tearing his eyes from his computer.
Sam grunted. "Probably not. His migraines get really back. Who knows what level it is today."
"Does he take medication?" Ziva asked, her finger pressed down on the phone cradle so she could keep the actual phone to her ear for easy access.
The DSI agent hunched over only a little, but it was obvious considering how tall he actually was. "No," he muttered.
He was lying. About what, Susie had no idea, but she knew he was lying. From the look Tony shot her, he noticed it too. Sam made it so obvious, the NCIS team probably noticed as well.
Gibbs walked in from the elevator, coffee in hand and a small scowl on his face. "It's official, the higher ups have deemed the transhuman disappearances as suspicious circumstances that need investigation. Every branch is looking into this. And since their top DSI agents are already here." He jerked his chin at Sam. "We're going to team up. Vance," he lowered his voice, "is a sympathizer. Apparently his wife's sister is adopted and a transgenic. We have full permission to search out the exact cause of this."
"Ames White," Suzanne (God, she hated her name) said firmly. "He was gun-ho about his Breeding Cult back in the day. They were breeding people to make them immune to some virus they plan to release into the air so everyone they think are not worthy die. A experiment of Manticore has the cure."
"I remember reading something about that, but nothing about Ames White," Ziva said. "How do you know about it?"
"Seattle was the forefront in all of this," Tony added. "We lived there when the whole thing was going down with the transgenics. If we didn't know about it, then something's wrong with us." He grinned and winked at Suzanne. She scowled and rolled her eyes.
"Anyway," she said. "White is probably searching for the one with the cure so they can be destroyed. That's why they're all disappearing."
Sam frowned. "Why only transhumans?"
Suzanne shrugged. "Maybe he thinks the least likely have a better chance of having the cure in their system?" She rubbed her should, thinking about the code on her skin that mimicked what was in her DNA. The fact that other trans are suffering because she wouldn't come out of hiding made her feel terrible about her self.
"Where does the supernatural fit in?" McGee asked. He looked a little annoyed that Sam was even there at all.
Suzanne shrugged. "I always found it a little weird," she said. "That the BC could breed telekinesis into their members. And this type of genetic manipulation, the transgenics and transhumans, is almost impossible. I personally think something supernatural is going on. I'm not sure what exactly, but there's got to be."
"That actually makes sense," Tony said. "When did you get so smart, Suzie?"
She stuck her tongue out at him, making him laugh.
Sam pressed his lips together until they bleached white. "I'm going to call Dean," he said. "Let him know our theories." He started dialing even as he got up. He headed to the little alcove under the stairs that led to the Director's office.
"Hey, Susie, come here," Tony said. "I want to show you something." He was closest to the alcove. With a little bit of transgenic blood in him to cancel out the virus that ran through his bloodstream he had a little more oomph to his body, that included hearing.
Suzanne rolled over and they leaned towards Tony's computer to look like they were busy.
"Dean," Sam said quietly. "They think the Breeding Cult's been messing with the supernatural, that's why they have powers. Do you think what happened to me happened to them?"
"I don't think it's genetic, Sammy," Dean said, his voice was strained like he was in pain. Maybe he did have a migraine. Suzanne and Tony exchanged alarmed looks as the same thought went through their minds. "I mean, they could make a deal so something liked this could happen, but it's been too long. Ten years is the standard unless you're me." He chuckled bitterly at that.
Sam gripped the phone so tight that Suzanne could head the device creak in protest. "Please tell me you're not the one with the cure for the Breeding Cult's virus."
"I'm not," Dean said. "And I'm telling the truth."
"Do you know who does?"
There was some hesitation before Dean said slowly, "…Yes, I do."
Sam sighed. "Let me guess, you're not going to tell me?"
"Not right now," Dean answered. "But eventually, when it comes important."
"Has anyone shut up yet?" Sam asked. With that sudden shift in topic, he lost Suzanne and Tony. "Even a little bit."
"They never shut up. I think they're trying to figure out how the BC got powers. All of Heaven is scarily focused on this."
Did he just say Heaven?
"Well, they need to have something to do now that the Apocalypse is adverted," Sam said with a laugh. This just kept getting weirder and weirder. "Ask Michael, he might know."
"I don't think—Too late. He heard you. He doesn't know. Now please don't say his name again, he's the loudest," Dean practically begged, words laced with pain.
"Alright," Sam said. "I think I'm going to let you go now. Gibbs is a real hard ass. And I think your two friends are eavesdropping." His phone snapped shut when Dean said his farewells and he glanced around the corner.
Suzanne and Tony didn't even bother trying to make it seem like they hadn't been listening.
"We need to talk," Sam told them, his voice no louder than a whisper, but they heard him anyway. He knew they would hear him anyway.
Tony sighed and muttered, "What the hell has he gotten us into this time?"
Suzanne had to grin. Alec was a bastard, always doing one thing or anything that got them all in some sort of trouble whether it'd been on purpose or not. Logan was just resigned to his fate with the occasional grumbles of protest. And Max just went along for the ride, cracking down occasionally and being a badass all the time.
Life was getting back on track.
