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Max and Liz were wandering the streets of San Francisco, smiling like newlyweds and enjoying each other's company.
"Excuse me."
Liz turned around to see a man dressed in black, dark glasses covering his eyes.
"What?" Liz asked, suspicious at his appearance. She looked over at Max who watched him warily.
"What are your names?"
"You can't ask us this, it's a per-" Liz began but Max cut her off.
"I'm Mason, and this is…Lilah." Max said quickly. "Why do you want to know, sir?"
"I am looking for a Max Evans and Liz Parker." The man replied. Liz gave Max a worried glance.
"San Francisco FBI." The man held up a card with the FBI logo printed on it.
"I'm Agent Davis. Looking for a young man and woman, both with black hair. They are wanted for….suspicious activities."
Max and Liz exchanged fearful glances, Liz reaching up to her hat and pulling it over her hair.
"Well, we will let you know. Sir." Liz forced herself to smile.
"Thank you." Agent Davis nodded, and walked away. Liz allowed herself to breathe and looked in Max in fear.
"Max, he's looking for us. Here. In San Francisco!" Liz said hurriedly. "He didn't even recognize us, even though we clearly are the 'Max Evans and Liz Parker' that he said were wanted for 'suspicious activities."
"Liz." Max held her arm in comfort. "He didn't recognize us. So we should assume that we're okay. We're safe."
"But what if he finds out what we look like and then comes after us?" Liz cried.
"Liz, he's San Francisco FBI. Not Roswell." Max said reassuringly. "He won't have as much information. And if he does find out, he won't be able to find us. It will be too late by then."
Liz nodded and took a deep breath.
"Okay. But we have to be careful. We don't know what the FBI will do next."
Max nodded.
"We should warn the others."
"Okay." Liz smiled faintly, and then reached for her head, her expression pained.
"Liz?" Max looked at her in concern.
"I'm okay. Just a headache." Liz smiled sadly.
"Let's finish shopping then." Max told her softly.