“No one knows what happened on June 2nd 2013 some call it a miracle, others call it a curse. All I know is that it ruined my life and countless others forever.”

A young woman walks into the international headquarters she was currently infiltrating. At the age of 27 the women looked much older, the stress and worry lines only worsening the fact. She blamed the plane and she blamed LaSalle if he had never taken that stupid flight because it was cheaper this never would have happened. She was an idiot for falling so hard for that charming country mouse, now look where it's got her.

She had stupidly gone rogue and undercover to keep the passengers safe. The CIA wanted her on foreign land and pretty much told her she couldn't say now, she guesses word gets around when you're one of the best undercover operatives past or present. She hated it, but she kept one goal in mind: protect her team. She could care less about the passengers heck LaSalle wasn't even here. What was worth protecting was back in New Orleans the family Pride created out of a bunch of misfit letters.

She still remembers the day her life shattered all those years ago and when it shattered again just a few months ago, both times Patton had called her and Tammy up in a panic like some terrorist was about to kill them.  That plane disappearing with LaSalle was the first time the women had broken down, despite agreeing to keep their relationship just friendly she had grown to love the man and thankfully her roomie knew it. When the plane returned five and a half years later everyone was more shocked than anything. Now four months later and she misses her home.

She goes to the bathroom to wash her face, to her surprise as she looks in the mirror the face there is not her own, she backs up then touches it, feeling the urge to scream. She's about to when it changes back like nothing happened she turns away blind to the purple glow that shined in the mirror…

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  “I hate these things,” a lady grumbles to her dog and partner as she looks in the mirror and brushes her hair back a gray glow surrounding it making her hairs whirls in the wind of her own creation; her partner seeming to have his own troubles as his hand glows brightly enough to wake the whole ship. It was hard to believe, but she misses Sydney…  she misses her taskforce and she knows DeShawn is too.

“Hey flashlight turn it down will you,” they both heard a Navy man say snidely as he walked past their bunks. It wasn't unusual for the rest of the ship to judge them; they were different, and couldn't control whatever these abilities were properly. DeShawn groans in frustration only causing his ability to brighten further. Finally after a moment her partner calmed down and the light stopped shining completely.

“Thank Gosh,” he mumbles unhappily as the light stops shining and his boss can feel that fully. I wish it was that easy to control this wind, “ she grumbles when an alarm blares, causing both NCIS Agents to look up from their bunks.

*Captain what's going on,” Michelle asked the man rushing to his post.

“We're making an emergency stop in Cairo I'll explain later,” he says before rushing off leaving Michelle and DeShawn confused until they feel the head rush that came with a calling. Just perfect, someone needed their help and they were about to get into trouble again.