A few hours had passed. Izzy had unfortunately had to drop from her ‘trademark’ jacket in favour of a much more comfortable sweater, allowing her breasts the breathing room they needed to continue healing. Although, within the hours since waking up, her chest had gotten significantly better. As usual, Doctor Smith’s healing agent worked at tremendous speeds with very impressive results.
Izzy had spent the majority of her time speaking with James, finding out what developments had been made with in regards to John Dean.
The developments weren’t quite as successful as she had hoped. Dean had failed to comply with a number of tasks, only answering their questions. The issue was, the agents didn’t know what questions to ask, as he wasn’t giving them anything to work with!
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Izzy said to James, the two of them sitting on a simple bench in the hallway of the lab.
“I know.” James replied, sighing, “and I know what you’re going to say too. These are the greatest agents in the world, some of the smartest minds you can find, and not one of them can ask the right question.”
“It’s because he wants me to be asking the questions.”
“Yep.”
“I need to go back in there, James.” Izzy said, looking James in the eyes. He didn’t look back,
“I know.” James said, pausing for a moment, “but what if he changes you again.”
“So what? It’s nothing we haven’t experienced before.”
“But it’s different! This… that!” He pointed at her chest, “we have sorcerers and wish-granters at our fingertips, and yet nothing was able to fix you- or Agent West! This guy… he operates on his own frequency.”
“I did find it odd that we resorted to science to fix me…” Izzy said, distracted,
“Izzy.” James said sternly, now looking into her eyes, “this isn’t simple.”
She smirked for a second before looking down, “I think it is…”
“What?” James said, puzzled,
“Speaking to Dean, I noticed how he got frustrated the moment things got complicated,” Izzy started, “so I proposed a simple offer. He changes me so that we can keep him for a few days. To him, that’s simple. To us, it’s complicated.”
“So that’s what we have to do? Keep things simple?”
“Exactly.” Izzy said.
“Agent Palmer.” A voice said from down the hallway. Izzy and James looked up to find George DeLuca; The Director, being followed by four suited bodyguards,
“Director.” Izzy said with a sigh, getting up frantically, causing a swift pain in her chest where the operation had taken place,
“Careful…” James said, quickly standing up to support her,
“I see… things have gotten complicated.” The Director said,
“On the contrary.” Izzy said, “I was just talking it over with Agent Augustine. We believe we may have a good way into this guys head.”
“We weren’t done.” James said seriously.
Izzy turned ‘round to look at James, her face remaining serious, “I am aware, but we’ve only got so much time with him, I need to speak with him.”
“I suppose I’ll have Agent Augustine fill me in while you speak with him.” The Director said,
“Unfortunately, no.” James said, looking at The Director, “if Palmer is going back in, I’m going with her.”
Izzy appeared frustrated, but simply remained quiet.
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“You really don’t have anything else for me to wear?” Izzy asked Doctor Smith,
“Nope. Not while it’s healing. All the gear here is too tight for you, unless you felt like stealing Agent West’s dress,
“No way.” West replied,
“I guess it will do.”
“It’s not like Dean’s dressed to impress either. What’s he wearing, a rag and a jacket?” Newman commented,
“Let’s not insult our ‘guest’,” Izzy said, she turned to face James, “I want to go in as soon as possible.”
“Good. I’m right behind you.”
Izzy had to hold in her frustration, breathing heavily out of her nose, “let’s go then.”
The two stood in silence, both isolated in the chamber, preparing to enter Dean’s ‘room’.
“You understand we can’t be stupid here. Right?” Izzy said,
“Of course. I’m silent, I don’t do anything unless you ask me to.”
“Good.” Izzy said, “you know I’m only pissed because I don’t want you to get hurt. In here, I don’t know what he’ll do to you.”
“But out there, I don’t know what he’ll do to you, Iz. We’re partners, and I’m not letting you get massive tits again.”
Izzy smirked briefly before returning to a calm and serious expression.
Doctor Smith spoke over the intercom, “opening the gate.”
The two faced forward as the barrier between them and John Dean slowly rotated, revealing…