When Edward Elric first arrived in this world he didn't know what to think. Mainly because he couldn't see. At first he panicked, did that bastard Truth take my damn eyes?! As he settled down and tried to regroup his scattered thoughts the Fullmetal Alchemist felt something on his automail. It felt like someone's fingers were messing with the joints. Get offa me! That isn't yours to screw around with! Oh god, Winry is going to kill me. The alchemist had meant to shout this but nothing came out. He meant to move his arm away from whatever or whoever was messing with it but nothing happened. The Fullmetal Alchemist had fainted at some part along the way.

The god awful thing about fainting, in which the Fullmetal Alchemist knew a little about, was that you can be one hundred percent aware of everything going on around you, yet you are unable to do anything about it. Edward knew everything that he could hear, feel, and smell, but his fainting spell had landed him unable to move or see for the time being.

All this was quick though and Edward finally opened his eyes, "About god damn time," he said bolting up to a standing position. He noticed he was in some backstreet or alley way and a man dressed in rags was sitting beside him. The man in rags look shocked and scampered away, carrying a bolt of automail but Edward hadn't noticed that part.

"Where the hell am I?" He cursed aloud as he started to wander down the alley.

Feeling the sense of urgency Edward broke into a run, hoping to find some way out of the winding back street.

Then Edward heard someone speak in English, "Stop! NCIS!"

Edward kept running mainly to spite the English speaking woman; well he assumed the one who spoke was a woman. He also didn't understand the term NCIS and for all he knew it could be some gang or weird organization.

When he heard the gun go off was when he finally stopped running.

This won't end well, he sighed and put his hands in the air, "I surrender," for now, he added silently.

…

Suddenly there was more than just that one crazy woman, there were now three men added to the mix. From what Edward could see they all looked to be military.

"NCIS, stay where you are," said the taller, brown haired agent.

"Where the hell else would I go?" Ed muttered in Amestrian, at least these guys might be able to help him. Suddenly he felt is automail arm give and fall to his side. Edward hadn't realized that the homeless man had taken off with a very important bolt.

"Well, shit. Now Winry is definitely going to kill me!" Edward didn't realize he was still speaking in Amestrian. He forced held his automail arm in the air and gave the team an awkward, forced, smile.

If all of the agent's guns weren't pointed at him before they were now.

"What did he say?" Tony asked, never hearing Amestrian before.

"I do not know, Tony. It sounded a bit like German but I am not sure," replied the Israeli agent.

Edward looked like he was about to run, he felt like he should. He only needed the perfect opportunity. Though he did feel like these military like people could help.

"Cuff him," said the grey haired, blue eyed agent who seemed to be in charge.

"Yes boss," replied McGee taking out his handcuffs.

Edward put down his arms and held them behind his back, ready for the cuffs to be put on. As he heard the small click of the lock he formulated a plan.

"Do you speak English?" Said the shorter, brown haired agent who had put the cuffs on.

Edward scowled, "Yeah, but it's a crappy language to speak," at this Ziva David held back a chuckle and the other agents looked slightly startled, well except for the stoic boss.

With his automail now busted Edward had to work around it. He could still move his hand and fingers, just not the elbow joint. He clapped his hands together and hoped his alchemy worked.

A small blue light came from behind the strange kid with golden hair and golden eyes. Edward transmuted the handcuffs off into a lump of metal and burst into a run. The agents stood in shock for a moment but were easily snapped out.

"Why do they always run?" Sighed Tony.

Edward turned down the first alley way, happy that alchemy worked in this world. As he continued to run, this in fact was not very far, his body started to wear down considerably. He heard the shouts of the female agent again, along with one of the men. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

Ed heard shots ring out through the alley way. Well shit, why does it have to be bullets? He felt an impact on his automail leg, nothing to do much damage though. Winry is so going to kill me.

Edward's body started to slow down even more so and his automail seemed heavier than it should. He was sweating more that he normally should and nausea rolled over. Suddenly his body dropped to the ground as his legs could no longer handle his weight. Alchemy works, but damn, it takes way more out of me than it should, the alchemist thought as he fully lost himself to the darkness.

…

Ziva David and Tony DiNozzo ran up to the fallen boy. His hair was golden, not natural at all.

He's only a kid, DiNozzo noted to himself.

"I know I hit him," said Ziva, looking around the fallen body for blood.

"He doesn't look injured Ziva, well besides the fact he suddenly collapsed for no reason. You probably hit a wall; we can't all have a James Bond shooting accuracy."

"A James what?"

"Never mind," replied DiNozzo as he put the cuffs on the kid. As DiNozzo did so he noticed the kid's right arm felted harder and heavier than a normal, flesh, arm would. Thinking it was just his imagination or the adrenaline, Tony shook any thoughts about it away.