A/N – Yep I'm ripping off TV shows now (muttering damn FOX, making me wait until January), but which show is it? :p

Don't worry though this isn't a crossover fic. I'm just ripping it off.

If you watch the show you know what you're in for but if you haven't watched it then be prepared for twists and sudden deaths. Oh if you see a clock, that means a change of scene. And when the hour is up, that indicates the end of the chapter.

BTW, this does take place in LA but I'm still using their original names (i.e. Jounouchi instead of Joey) because I hate their dubbed names.

8:00AM

A young brunette girl sighed as she sat down in front of her terminal. The girl was known as Mana, a Level One Analyst of the LA branch of the Counter Terrorist Unit or CTU as it was most commonly referred too. Mana dreamed of being a field agent and had in fact been in training until a year ago when her mentor turned his back on his country. Recognizing the brilliance and passion the girl had, the Special Agent Charge had assigned her to tech work until a new mentor could be found for her.

"Mana we had some foul ups in receiving video security footage from LAX recently," a woman with milky skin and long blue hair dressed in a dark blue skirt and matching jacket said as she walked over to Mana's computer. The woman was Kisara, the Deputy Director of the Unit and the person who was currently in charge since their boss was not there. "Fix the problem will you?"

Without waiting for a reply Kisara walked away to handle more important matters. Mana sighed again as she brought up the information she needed. "I need some coffee," Mana muttered to herself as she grabbed her mug, stood up and smoothed out her cream colored skirt before walking out of the large room full of computers all doing some task or another.

8:09AM

"Welcome to America! You and your wife have a nice trip," the cheerful customs officers said as she handed the two passports back to the tanned man with shoulder length brown hair and dark gray eyes. The man was wearing jeans, a dark sleeveless top and a leather jacket. On his head was a pair of sunglasses. A bored Egyptian woman with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing a long white dress, stood next to him as she impatiently waited to be on their way.

"Thank you," the man replied in perfect English with only a slight trace of an accent. "Come dearest," he then said, turning his attention to the Egyptian woman and taking hold of her hand before escorting her away.

"Fools," the woman muttered with a small laugh as they walked through the LA airport. "They had no clue!" The man gave her a small smile as he looked at her.

"Isis, you know how dumb people here can be," the man replied while he mockingly scolded her.

"All the more reason to rid the world of them Mahado," the woman replied.

As the pair reached the exit, the woman paused and began digging through her handbag looking for her sunglasses. While she did that, a security camera caught Mahado's eye. Mahado stared straight up at the camera and gave it a smirk before turning his attention back to Isis who was none the wiser about what had just happened. Finally finding her sunglasses, Isis slipped them on her face and Mahado put on his own.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Yes," Isis replied.

"Good, we don't want to be late four our meeting."

The pair then walked outside where they were meant by a large muscled man standing in front of a black SUV. The man like Isis and Mahado was tanned and he was wearing dark jeans and a dark long sleeved shirt. Black hair fell to the man's ears and it was impossible to tell the color of his eyes because like the two had just arrived off the plane, he was wearing sunglasses.

"Nice to see you again Karim," Mahado said to the man. Both men had a smile on their face as grabbed the other's hand.

"You too Mahado, Isis," Karim replied as he released Mahado. Isis didn't say anything but there was a smile on her face that indicated she was happy to see the other man once again. "We should get going soon. Shada is waiting for us."

"Good, I'm anxious to get this over with," Mahado admitted as he slid into the passenger seat of the SUV. Isis climbed into the back while Karim took the driver's seat. Turning the key, Karim started the SUV and drove away from the airport.

"And I will feel better once I get a gun back into my hands," Isis added speaking up from the back. "Stupid Americans. If weapons are so easy to get here why can't I bring mine from home?"

"Patience," Mahado told her not bothering to glance back at her. "This job will be quick. Then we can get out of here."

"Good," Isis muttered as Karim sped the SUV through the busy streets knowing Shada would not be happy if they were late.

8:23AM

Fixing the problem from LAX didn't take Mana long at all. Some moron had punched the wrong code in somewhere and once the right code was entered they had started receiving the camera footage just fine again. Mana was now bored again as she watched the security camera footage flip pass her screen hoping that Kisara would soon give her something more important to do. Suddenly Mana snapped wide-awake as enlarged the picture of one of the camera's she was watching. Pausing the image, Mana was sure there was no mistake about it, it was him.

Glancing around the large room, Mana finally found Kisara at her own desk. Picking up the phone Mana called over to her.

"What is it?" Kisara's gentle but firm voice asked upon answering the phone.

"I think you should get over here," Mana quickly told her. "There's something you need to see."

Kisara's large blue eyes, danced over to where Mana sat and saw that the younger girl was quite serious which was not normal for Mana. With a quick nod of her head, Kisara hung up the phone and walked over to Mana's terminal all while trying to remain as calm as possible to not let the other workers to know that something was up.

"What is it?" Kisara asked upon reaching Mana.

"Take a look," Mana replied pointing to her computer. Leaning over Mana's shoulder, Kisara looked at the picture on the screen and gave a small gasp when she recognized the man.

"Mahado!"

"Should I call in Seto?"

Kisara bit her lip as she stood up and thought it over. Seto Kaiba was the Special Agent in charge of their Unit and should be informed that a traitor to their country was back in the city, but Seto had only left the office three hours ago threatening to kill them all if they did not let him rest.

"Kisara, should I call Seto?" Mana asked again breaking the older girl out of her thoughts.

"No, not yet," Kisara said shaking her head. "Find out what camera that image came from and give an outside few of the area closet to it. The last ten minutes should do. Rebecca!" A blonde head of another girl working nearby snapped up as her name was called. Rebecca was younger then the rest but she was a genius even though she was fairly new only working there for the past four months. "I want flight records of every plane that landed into LAX in the past half hour! Especially ones that came from outside the country!"

"I'm on it," Rebecca replied with a nod of her head as she began typing away on her computer.

"Mana do you have the footage I need yet?" Kisara demanded to know.

"Yes and it doesn't look good," Mana grumbled. Again looking over Mana's shoulder saw that from the new camera they could identify a woman with Mahado.

"Ishtar," Kisara muttered with a small sigh. Isis Ishtar was one of the best, if not the best, assassins in the world. Having her around was not a good sign.

"Should I run an ID on the other man?" Mana asked pointing to the man Mahado and Isis had been talking too. The new man was not clearly identifiable from the current camera angle they were using.

"Get me a license plate of that car instead," Kisara ordered. "I want to know who that SUV belongs too. It could tell us where they are going."

"Right," Mana agreed as she began bringing up more cameras from the surrounding area.

"Rebecca!" Kisara snapped. "I want that info!"

"Six planes!" the blonde girl replied. "Two from outside of the United States. From Vancouver, British Columbia and London."

"I want a list of passengers from the London flight. They would have came somewhere from Europe knowing Ishtar. Unless she's on business she doesn't normally leave Egypt."

"Kisara I can't get a shot of the license plate," Mana sighed with a shake of her head. "Who ever this guy is he was good. He must have staked all these cameras out before hand and knew just how to stay hidden."

"Get a list of Ishtar's last known contacts here," Kisara replied thinking fast and changing tactics. "She's going to need weapons so narrow the list down to those that sell weapons on the black market."

"But wouldn't Mahado be suspecting we'll do that?" Mana asked with a concerned look on her face. After all it had been only a year.

"Lets hope he's forgotten," Kisara muttered as she turned around and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Mana called after her.

"To call Seto," Kisara grumbled. Things were out of her hands and she needed his assistance.

8:40AM

Seto Kaiba blinked opened his eyes as sunlight streamed through the crack in the blinds of the window of his plush apartment. With a small smile he stared down at his naked lover who was cuddled next to him on the bed. Seto stroked the spiky tri-colored hair belonging to one Yami Mutou as he thought about their relationship. For years they had worked together ignoring the sexual tension between them not wanting it to interfere with their work as they tried to outdo each other. Then a year ago IT happened. Yami's partner and best friend, Mahado, had betrayed them all and murdered Yami's cousin, Yugi, in cold blood. Yugi had been Yami's only family left alive and they had been very close. His death had almost destroyed Yami who found comfort in alcohol. Hating to see his not only his rival but also his secret love acting in such a way, Seto had finally come clean in his feelings and the pair had started a secret romance. Seto knew however that as soon as Yami found out, and Seto knew he would, about the truth behind Yugi's death, Yami would hate him for life. That was why Seto cherished the peaceful moments they had together.

The ringing of his cell phone brought Seto out of his bliss. With a scowl, Seto reached over and grabbed the state of the art device off his nightstand before it could wake his sleeping lover.

"Kaiba," he snapped into the phone, wondering why no one could obey his orders in allowing him to have a few hours of peace. All agents had a phone like his that were specialty built with a secure line so that no outside party could listen into the call.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir but there's a situation." Seto mentally swore as he recognized Kisara's voice.

"What is it?" Seto asked setting up on the bed.

"We have conformation that approximately a half hour ago Mahado entered the country on a flight from England," Kisara swiftly told him.

"Shit," Seto muttered before glancing down at his still sleeping lover with a concerned look on his face. It just had to have happened today on the one-year anniversary of Yugi's death.

"We have also confirmed that Isis Ishtar is traveling with him," Kisara continued. "They were meant by an unidentified man at LAX and left in an SUV with them. We're trying to track down who he is and where they could be headed right now."

"I'll be there in half an hour," Seto replied before quickly pressing the end button. With a sigh he debated his options as he looked down at his lover. Yami was Director of Field Operations and the best field agent currently was employed. Under normal circumstances Yami would be the first person he would call in but these were not normal circumstances. Mahado was back on what just happened to be the day of Yugi's death and Seto feared that Yami was too attached to the situation to effectively do his job.

With a sigh, Seto stood up and began dressing in black pants and a long sleeve black shirt before donning a sleeve-less white trench coat. For the moment he would keep Yami out of what was going on. He hoped the situation could be defused before Yami had to be brought in or found out about what was happening.

Scribbling a note for Yami to know where he went, Seto placed it on his pillow. He then bend over the bed and placed a kiss to Yami's temple and stroked his hair one last time, fearing that this would be the last time he would have the petite agent in his bed.

With another sigh, Seto grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone before heading out the door. Some days he hated his job and this was one of those dates.

8:49AM

"Any new information?" Kisara asked as she walked back to where Mana and Rebecca was working after getting off the phone with Seto. Kisara could tell from his voice that he was not happy she expected it had something to do with today's date. With the exception of Rebecca they had all been working there a year ago Mahado became a traitor and all of them but the blonde girl knew what had happened.

"Well they certainly aren't hiding," Rebecca told her. "I immediately found those two names you gave me and traced them back to a flight from Cairo that landed in London the day before. It's almost as if they're mocking us. Daring us to catch them."

"They are," Kisara muttered. "Keep tracing. I want to find out who could have hired them."

"Right."

"Mana?" Kisara asked turning to the other girl.

"Still no ID on the guy or the SUV but I did discover something interesting," the brunette girl replied. "Turns out Shada's been back in town right under our noses for the past two months without our knowledge."

"Do you have an address?"

"Of course," Mana replied bringing the information up for Kisara to read.

"Good girl," Kisara told her before picking up the phone next to Mana's computer. Kisara dialed a number and waited a few seconds for the person on the other end to pick up. "Honda? I'm having Mana send an address over to your computer. It's our dear friend Shada's new hang out. I need you to stake out the place and report immediately if you see any suspicious activity or if anyone shows up to visit him."

"I'm on it," came the reply. "Anyone specific I'm supposed to be watching for?"

"Mahado and or Isis Ishtar."

"Have you called Yami yet?"

"Just do your job Honda and let me worry about that," Kisara told him before hanging up the phone and looked down at Mana who was staring up at her with large green eyes.

"He right you know," Mana softly said having over heard their conversation. "Yami deserves to know."

"Yeah," Kisara sighed in agreement. "But that's not my call to make. That's Seto's choice and he'll be here soon enough."

"I hope so," Mana replied before turning back to her computer.

8:55AM

"Finally," Isis grumbled as the SUV came to a stop in front of an expensive Mansion.

"Traffic was a bitch," Karim agreed. "But we're still on time."

"I see Shada's move up in the world," Mahado commented as the three of them climbed out of the SUV and began walking up the steps to the front door.

"It's the perfect cover," Karim replied with a large grin on his face. "Those morons don't even know we're back yet."

"Are you sure," Mahado asked giving him a serious look. "I used to work with those morons and they're smarter then they look. Especially Yami."

"If you had done your job we wouldn't have to worry about Mutou anymore," Karim reminded him.

"How was I supposed to know he wasn't going to be there?" Mahado shot back.

"Stop it you two!" Isis snapped before Karim could reply. "We're here to get a job done, not to fight."

"Isis is right as usual," a new voice said. Looking up towards the front door, the trio had found it had opened up and in the door way stood a tanned bald man.

"Shada," Mahado said as a smile formed on his lips. The trio then continued to walk up the steps and then inside the mansion where their business would take place.

9:00AM