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The flames spread quickly through the small ranch styled home. Police sirens, ambulances, and fire trucks could be heard wailing in the distance. A lone figure was inside, on the second floor, wearing the floorboard out pacing, desperately trying to think of a way out. The door blocked by the flames licking at the dry wood. Smoke was seeping through the floorboards and cracks in the door. Abruptly, he stopped pacing suddenly, one thought racing through his mind.

The window

Quickly, he reached the window and opened it. Surveying his surroundings for anything to climb onto or grab, he saw the ledge outside his window and the neighbor's windowsill a few feet away. He did his best to not look down, knowing if he did then he would just jumble his nerves more.

He didn't have much time to think about what he was doing. He was suddenly reminded about the one time when he had jumped from a bank window, a lot higher than this one, and nearly missed his destination, but had gotten a stroke of luck at the last second. This time though, there would be no luck. He either reached it, or he didn't, and if he didn't then he would die.

He pushed that thought out of his mind for now, there was no time to think. The floorboard would collapse any minute now. If the fire department arrived within the next ten minutes, the house might not collapse completely.

He once again shook those thoughts out of his head. He had to do it now, before the floorboards caved in.

But what if I miss.

He hesitated, but then he heard a loud "Crack!", and his decision was made.

It was either stay here and die, or jump and have a chance at living.

He climbed onto the ledge and after a moment's pause, jumped. He was suspended in the air, free-falling, and for a second a horrible thought came to mind.

I missed. After all the stunts that I had done in the past, I mess up on one of the most simple parkour jumps there are!

Then he felt his fingers close around something. He just barely gripped onto the ledge, anymore to the right or lower and he would have fallen. Below him, he heard shouting. He could guess that they were pointing at him also from what he could hear. Things like "Look!" And "He made it!".

Well, he had made it, now how to get down... He looked around and noticed nothing of use around him, so he made the mistake of looking down. He froze in fear. The drop was still steep, only shortened by about a foot compared to his window. His fingers were starting to lose their grip on the ledge and he was slipping.

"Hey, kid!" a voice yelled out clearly through the loud exclamations and shouting of the neighbors and policemen, "Don't Let go yet, we almost got you!"

He thought for a second before looking around again. There were two firemen riding a lift up to him. Right before they reached him, his hand slipped. Luckily, he still had his other hand gripping the ledge tightly, so tightly his knuckles were white.

The lift came to a stop about a foot away. One of them reached out, grabbed his waist and pulled him inside the lift as the other one stood and watched, ready to bring them back down. As they safely stood on the platform, he lowered the lift and they stepped out of it.

"You alright kid?"

Kid! Idiot, I've probably seen more than most dang kidsin this country.

He calmed himself down and silently fumed as he replied.

"Yeah, just a bit shaken up."

"OK, were going to have them check you over just in case," replied the man that lifted him, pointing at an ambulance parked on the street. When they reached it he noticed that his clothing was singed from the fire, and his right hand was pretty scratched. Other than that he was just fine, he could just ask go shopping after he finds Sabina and her parents. Speaking of his parents, did they make it out.

"Where are my guardians?" he voiced his question to the man that was wrapping his hand in a light gauze.

"Um… look kid, their checking the building out right now, they'll let you know when they find out. I'll be back in a bit, 'kay?" he questioned when he finished patching up his hand

"Okay," he replied with a shaky breath, a voice in his head was saying they didn't make it, yet the naive one saying they somehow did, that they were his guardians, his surrogate parents, and were immune to death. They couldn't die, they just couldn't.

He felt tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. No! He wouldn't cry, he hadn't cried since his uncle had died. When Edward had crashed the car coming home from a business trip he had survived. If he could survive that then they could get out of the fire, along with Sabina's mom. Then a thought came to him, what if they didn't survive. He felt guilty remembering himself telling Edward that he hated him, that he was the worst guardian in the world. He thought back to the conversation they had.

He remembered every word he said, and he regretted them now. Then he noticed what looked like a police officer walking toward him. As he got closer, he saw he was wearing a FBI vest. Why would the FBI be here? Then a thought occurred to him. What started the fire? Or if it was this serious enough for the FBI to be here, who?

"Hello, I am Special Agent Derrick Morgan from the FBI. Call me Morgan" The man told him, showing his badge to him and holding out his hand.

"I'm Alexander J. Rider, the kid that jumped from a two story window. Call me Alex." He replied cheekily, shaking the man's hand firmly, and earning a small smile for his joke. The agent seemed nice enough, his smile genuine but a little sad. He fell silent at the possible reasons.

"I was wondering if you could talk?" he asked

"I'm pretty sure that I can speak, matter of fact, I believe I am right now." He replied sarcastically, using sarcasm to try to liven up the mood a bit. Sadly, it didn't seem to be working very well. Nonetheless, he followed him. The agent led him over to the sidewalk across the street and they sat on the curb in an uncomfortable silence. After a minute or two Morgan sighed and got straight to the point.

"We found that the fire was started with matches, both the front and back doors boarded up from the outside. Everyone else was sniped approximately an hour before the fire started. The fire was probably meant to destroy any possible evidence. You have my condolences." He said sincerely and paused for another few moments for him to take it all in.

"I agreed to take you in for a little bit while we work on the case. Since this was an attempt caused by an unknown source, we have to have you protected, and seeing as you're a minor you need a temporary guardian." He paused letting him absorb the information so far.

"To be honest Alex, I like you. You have a great since of sarcasm. You have a load of confidence too, and by that little stunt of yours, you're brave. I think that you're going to have a great future ahead of you."

"Thanks." He said quietly taking a shaky breath. He was still trying to comprehend what had happened to his adoptive parents and surrogate sister. Why would somebody want to kill them, to get back at him for his work, or for Edward's work?

"I have a few questions for you if you don't mind." He said with an encouraging smile.

"No, I don't mind."

"Okay, well to start out, do you know what your guardian's jobs were?"

"Edward was a journalist, he made some pretty powerful enemies because he refused to write anything but the truth. I don't think Mrs. Pleasure worked at all." He replied shortly. Morgan took to note that Alex called Edward by his first name, but not Mrs. Pleasure. It was obvious that he and Edward had a stronger relationship.

"Okay, then can you tell me if there were any visitors, or suspicious people that came over?"

"Um, the only weird person that ever visited was Austin. Now that I think about he was the only one who came over to our place."

"Can you tell me who Tom is?"

"Oh sorry, just a friend from school," He said nonchalantly.

"Okay, nothing suspicious ever happen 'round here? Any people you think looked a bit out of place?" he asked.

"No."

"Did you see anybody outside before the fire?"

"No."

"Okay then, do you have any other family that we could contact?"

"Sorry, no, otherwise I wouldn't have a guardian that wasn't related to me." He said, shrugging his shoulders. He was the only heir left to his bloodline. His thoughts trailed back to his father, then lead up to Scorpia. What if they had been the ones to do this? What if they went after him now? Would he run or hide? Or would he fight? He looked back up as Morgan began to speak again.

"One last question, if the rest of your family was sniped, then why hadn't you been also."

He watched as the kid squirmed, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wasn't home then."

"And why not?" He replied back, frowning as the boy in front of him shifted nervously from foot to foot. He looked a little sheepish as he looked back up at him.

"Well, you see…" He paused, shifting again from foot to foot before continuing.

"I, well, I snuck out earlier that day, to, uhh, meet a girl…"

Morgan had to use all of his self-control to keep from bursting out laughing then and there. The kid's love life had saved his life.

"Okay, well let's go to headquarters, I still have to work and have to act as your personal bodyguard. Do I need to protect you from the girls around you also?" Morgan joked lightly, steering him by the shoulder towards a car that was parked across the road from the scene. He saw a few people walking by, mostly neighbors and some people that he hadn't seen more than once or twice. His thoughts drifted back to the agent taking him in.

He liked Morgan. He didn't call him a kid(at least not to his face), or treat him like one. He acted calm and collected around him. Not nervous or fidgety. He was confident. He acted nice around everybody, but when things got severe, he could tell that he would get serious.

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This is my first try at writing a crossover, so please keep any flames smothered at least a bit.(Cheesy Pun Intended :P )

Okay, guys I am sorry if I messed up any names or anything. Just give me a heads up if I have a random name in there.

I am using my old fanfic that was a failure(pay attention to the WAS people, cause that's about to change), and trying to renew it with a new light. (I think I got that right. Gosh, I feel like Ziva from NCIS right now, if you know what I mean.)