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or_mikey (or_mikey) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2010-11-04 20:10:00

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*complete, 2010 11, dead: henrietta lange, dead: leon vance, dead: michael westen

RP: Michael
Who: Michael Westen
Where: Miami
When: late night Nov 4, 2010; Nov 5
Summary: Michael arrives in Omega.

The night had been a restless one. There was a lot on Michael's mind. Sarah, the kidnapped daughter of Miami's greatest defense attorney, had to be rescued in the morning. Barrett had to be taken down while preserving Simon's Bible. Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. It wasn't clear if the man was going to kill Michael (well, try to at least) or help him. And then there was Fi. She and Jesse had made a connection, not the kind that Mikey wanted.

He beat the punching bag until his knuckles bled. It wasn't the best idea for the night before a major mission. But he needed to get some steam off and the body's physiological response to pain would actually help. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist.

Michael sunk down the nearby wall and rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted.

Shit. Was that a search light?

There had been a light and now the room was utterly dark. Michael slowly rose feeling the wall for support. But there wasn't a wall. He took a deep breath and kept from calling out. He crawled on the floor until he found something hard. Was it a table leg? It was definitely a table leg. The bump on his head from hitting the tabletop proved that.

He found the light switch and it was not what he was expecting. Compared to his loft which was dark, dreary, and quaint, this was palatial.

"Where the hell am I?" He started slowly creeping around. He found a drawer of knives and took the sharpest one he could find. He checked his phone.

No signal. But the time and date were right.

As he came out into a room with a TV on but sound muted, his jaw dropped. The screen was emblazoned with video of him and Sarah Palin, their hands held high, and the screen read: Congressman Westen wins fifth term.

This was either Sam's most elaborate practical joke ever or something was deeply and dangerously wrong.

Michael exited the building and the fresh air and palm trees immediately confirmed that he was still in Miami. But where his loft and the neighboring night club used to be stood a massive house. The whole area did not look the least bit run down.

This was no practical joke.

As he was escaping the grounds, he managed to trip a motion sensor but he was able to avoid detection.

By the time he made it to a more business-district-esque area of town, it had been nearly an hour. Nothing was clearer. Every possible answer only led to more questions.

As he walked by a newspaper stand, he saw his photo, again emblazoned on the front page. What was with that ridiculous grin? It was so fake.

Fumbling around for change, he found none, so he broke the stand's lock and took the paper. He was a Congressman? And sat on the Intelligence Committee? What was going on?

Glancing up to the night sky, he took some solace in the same stars he was used to seeing were still present.

A trip to Fi's proved fruitless. It wasn't that she wasn't home, it's that clearly she didn't live there. He would never have gotten inside her place so easily.

Finally, he decided the only thing he could do: Call Management and ask what the hell was going on. He walked the streets until he had found enough loose change to make a phone call. By that time, the sun had risen. Ah, Miami sun rises. He did love them.

He dialed Management's number. But it wasn't in service.

So, he stormed off down the street. He didn't remember the rest. The next thing he knew there was a pompous asshole looking at him.

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leon_vance
2010-11-05 03:56 am UTC (link)

They had been lucky until now. First Callen and Hanna, then Morgan and Garcia with nice FBI IDs, but their luck couldn't continue, and their new arrival didn't seem to like any type of ID. On the other hand, getting information about the Omega counterpart had been easy. Everyone had the base knew him, which meant the congressman Michael Westen was about to suffer a lethal accident.

Now Leon had to figure out just what did person do in their dimension, what power he had and how to use him. God, why couldn't they all be federal agents.

He steadied himself and got in, sitting down and waiting for the other man to wake up. "Mr. Westen, my name is Leon Vance and I work for the federal government. Perhaps you can tell me who you work for?"

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or_mikey
2010-11-05 04:03 am UTC (link)

The room came into focus. Instinctively, Michael glanced at his appendages, checking to see if he was restrained. He wasn't. That was odd. And unexpected.

He kept himself from asking what. It wasn't usually a good idea to let your captor know that you have no idea what's going on, and you never know, maybe you get lucky and their idiots and they believe you. As long as they thought you had valuable information, they'd keep you alive.

"If you work for the federal government, Leon, then you should know I'm a Congressman, whose going to be talking to your superiors the moment he's back in his DC office," Michael responded as cheerfully as if he was discussing the morning's weather.

It was still morning... right?

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leon_vance
2010-11-05 04:10 am UTC (link)

Leon smiled. "Nice try, but you aren't. You are Michael Westen and you lived in Miami. Unfortunately for you, you stepped through an interdimensional door, and you find yourself in a reality where DC doesn't exist and Congress doesn't meet there."

He opened his jacket and leaned back. "Shall we try again? Would you like to tell me what you did in the other reality? I assure you that your answer will not change the outcome of what's about to happen. I'm merely curious." If he wouldn't share, then Hetty would have to read his mind. Either way, they'd get the information. "Of course, you lying makes me think that you have something to hide."

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or_mikey
2010-11-06 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Michael listened to what the man had to say. He had been through more interrogations than he could ever have counted. But never had he heard such a story as this. An interdimensional door? It was so far-flung that Michael couldn't believe he was actually considering if it could be true. It would certainly explain a lot of things.

"Of course, you kidnapping me and holding me against my will makes me think that you don't have my best interests at heart," he replied before explaining who he was. "In the other Miami, I help people. In fact, right about now I'm supposed to be rescuing a little girl who has been kidnapped by merciless thugs. Then I'm supposed to be unraveling a massive government conspiracy that has resulted in multiple spies being burned and who knows how many deaths. Then I have to figure out whether a friend is going to kill me."

He looked around the room once more. "Would you like to tell me who you are and what is going to happen?"

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leon_vance
2010-11-06 05:51 pm UTC (link)

Leon settled back, listening. Often enough how people said things was just as important as what they said. "I do care about what happens to the people arriving here, but it needs to be balanced against a world that knows nothing about what's happening. I'm sure you can appreciate that arriving in a world were everything is different isn't easy, but that doesn't mean that we can allow you going around threatening people who know nothing."

He smiled. "I was director of NCIS. Now, I'm in charge of ICIS - Interdimensional Criminal Investigative Service, and yes, I picked the name. A nod to home. You CIA or NSA?" They were the only two possibles. Everyone else called them agents, not spies.

"I can tell you what's not going to happen. You aren't going to do any of that. You'll live here at the base. We seem to be acquiring powers. They don't hit you immediately and it takes time to get them under control. You will train, you will join a team and you will work for me. Until now, we've been lucky. The only people that have arrived were law enforcement people, but we know others slipped through and more will come." Leon went on to explain about the rift and what they knew. "As you can see. "You are staying here for a while. One of the soldiers can escort you to your quarters and then you can get to know the other people here."

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or_mikey
2010-11-06 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Michael didn't like what he was hearing, and he didn't like this Leon. And he certainly didn't trust him. He had learned long ago not to trust people like Vance. You didn't go into NCIS because you were competent. You go into NCIS because you couldn't cut it in the Company.

"Neither, I wasn't affiliated with the federal government in our home reality," he'd play along with this charade for awhile, "aside from being a United States citizen."

He nodded. "Well then are we done here? Because I have a headache the size of Montana." He paused. "Do they have a Montana here? Regardless, I'd like to lie down for awhile."

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hetty_lange
2010-11-06 08:07 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, Mr. Westen, there is a Montana," Hetty commented drily, entering the room with the ever-present stack of manilla folders. She found if she carried a few wherever she went, most people stopped wondering after a while what files they were. "I hear the capitol city of Custerville is lovely in the Spring."

She rarely bothered to sit down at these interviews and did not at this one, merely standing next to Leon and regarding their newest arrival quietly. What was it with these young men? Always so suspicious of everyone.

"Henrietta Lange. You may call me Hetty. Your escort will be here in a few moments to show you to your rooms. Any other questions before he arrives?"

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or_mikey
2010-11-06 08:12 pm UTC (link)

"It's nice to meet you, Hetty, you can call me Mike or Michael," he extended his hand.

"I have lots of questions, but they can wait," Michael replied. Of course the most pressing question was why bring her in here if all she was going to say was that his escort would be here soon. Leon had said others had come from their reality, and they had all developed powers. So, logic seemed to dictate Hetty was brought in here because of some service she could provide, possibly from a power. So what is it?

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hetty_lange
2010-11-06 09:49 pm UTC (link)

"No time like the present for getting answers." Hetty said reaching to shake the offered hand briefly, but firmly. "I find that pleasant conversation often helps to fill the time while one waits for these nasty little bureaucratic delays to pass. Silence is the refuge of the uneducated."

The content of his logic wasn't wholly surprising. In fact, his logic was more revealing than the content. Not enough to give specifics, of course, but thought processes were as individual as fingerprints to those in their line of work. One didn't need to be a mind-reader to know that.

"Well, if you're certain you have nothing you'd like to ask, I'll go ahead and lay out some of the rules for you while we wait." Her expression turned to one she'd once heard one of her agents in their old dimension call her 'stern-school-marm' look. "Actually, there is only one rule on my watch you need concern yourself with on my watch -- you break it, you buy it."

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or_mikey
2010-11-06 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Michael shrugged, if he cared what she thought he would take umbrage at her statement about silence and the uneducated, but he didn't care.

He smiled, "I like that rule. What will my daily schedule be like? Will I actually get to see any of this reality any time soon?"

He thought he'd ask a few questions, plus if it lulled her into a false sense of being able to reach him, then all the better.

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hetty_lange
2010-11-07 12:19 am UTC (link)

At that, Hetty allowed herself a small smile. It would take no time at all, she was certain for Callen or Sam to apprise this young man of exactly how seriously she took that rule -- about everything, down to the smallest button.

"For now, you will be given time to train and study," she went on, privately amused by the misdirection. "We need to see how your power will manifest and then you'll need time to adjust. You'll need time to study the history of this world in order to operate efficiently outside these walls. Time to train with your team when you've been assigned to one. A full schedule, indeed, Michael."

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or_mikey
2010-11-07 12:40 am UTC (link)

"What powers have people manifested?" He wouldn't directly ask what her and Leon's powers were, not quite yet. He was more curious at what might happen to him than in what other people had. He was sure he couldn't get out of this place right now even if they didn't have powers, so there was no immediate need to press the issue.

"What have you found most interesting about this reality's history? How long have you and Vance been here?" He really hated government operatives whose last names began with V. Vaughn had been bad enough.

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leon_vance
2010-11-07 01:04 am UTC (link)

"That's on a need to know basis, and right now, you don't need to know," Leon answered. "However, their arrival doesn't seem to be painless and controlling the power requires time and practice. We also don't understand how they work, so you'll be required to undergo medical tests on a weekly basis."

Leon leaned forward. "I understand spies like to operate independently, but this is a military organization with civilian agents, and we have ranks, titles and we show respect. We also have a lot more rules than the one Hetty likes, and I take all of them seriously."

Why couldn't he have his people? Even Gibbs sounded good in comparison to CIA and NSA. They were a loose canon. "I've been here over a month, and I'd say the fact that the World Trade Center is still standing is pretty interesting, but that's because I deal in recent history. I'm sure people would disagree with me."

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or_mikey
2010-11-07 01:13 am UTC (link)

"That's fine," Michael said. Part of him really wanted to tell this pompous asshole that he had no problem with a chain of command or showing respect. He had been doing that for more than 20 years, and he was quite confident he had done more to protect America than Leon could in two. The issue wasn't the chain of command, the issue was being dragooned and being expected to just accept what this pompous asshole said at face value. He wasn't going to tell him that because he knew it would do no good. But then he realized something. He had been having one hell of a week. And it had taken a colossal turn for the worst. Screw not doing any good, it would do him some good.

"Leon you'll find that I, and I expect others who come after me, have no problem following a chain of command. I have been doing so for 20 plus years. But I have a problem with being abducted and then expected to accept your command and this situation at face value." And if Leon came back with a I don't have time to baby people, Michael would punch the Pompous Asshole.

He had always had a low opinion of NCIS. That they would make this guy director only provided more justification for his opinion.

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leon_vance
2010-11-07 01:23 am UTC (link)

Leon had dealt with plenty of opposition, bu he was a Navy man before even being NCIS and he planned to have the same type of agency where words meant something, where respect was shown, where foul language was kept at bay. He would not turn this into one of those agencies. "No, I expect you to be civil, because if we were trying to hurt you would know." He stood up and buttoned his jacket.

He turned to Hetty. "I'll send someone to show him the base, and then he's spending the night in a cell. We can try this again tomorrow. Mr. Westen, enjoy your visit. Hetty, we'll speak later."

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	or_mikey 2010-11-07 01:26 am UTC (link)
	"Wow, I feel like I'm dealing with my mother," Michael rolled his eyes. How in the world did this Pompous Asshole define the word civil? "Sweet dreams, Director," he smiled. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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