Hehe, I just got done planning out chapter number 6, and it's (insert cuss word of choice here) AWESOME.

Just to tell you guys though, this is going to pass REALLY quick, okay? Probably 20 chapters max. I kind of jumped right up to the action here.

Deadly

(MAX POV)

I spun round and round in circles, watching the world fly by. Everything was a complete blur as I went, and I was completely set on staying this way for hours.

That is, if my head doesn't explode of dizziness first.

I tried to ignore the horrible sensation ripping through my stomach and continued, watching the swirl of colors and shapes.

Across the busy office space of ringing telephones and scribbling pens, somebody said to another. "What is she doing? It's so…immature."

I glared at nothing in particular and shouted. "I can hear you, Howell! Keep your nose out of my business!"

I heard him curse.

I smiled and yelled again. "Thought so!"

Chuckling lightly, I continued in a daze.

Soon enough, my fun was interrupted and I was roughly pulled to a stop.

"Ride!"

My hand flew to my spinning head as I toppled over. Landing with an audible ooph!, I pried open my clenched eyes. Above me loomed to figures, gliding back and forth in my field of view.

"Hello," I said weakly, still clutching my skull.

After a moment everything came into focus. A pissed looking Dylan stood above me, accompanied with a smiling Agent Carter.

I stumbled awkwardly to my feet, and grabbed my desk for support.

Agent Carter only seemed to smile harder as I squinted my eyes at her. "Hey! Agent Ride, right? Well, I'm Agent Carter, but you can just call me Nudge. Oh my goodness, I'm so happy to be assigned to your team! We could be the greatest te-"

I cut her off, spinning to face Dylan. "Assigned to our team? Why didn't I hear about this earlier?"

Dylan's voice was hard. "Because she wasn't assigned to our team, she was assigned to my team. I'm the leader here, not you. Now be professional for once and show her around."

I swallowed and plastered a smile on my face. "Right."

I turned to a wary looking Nudge. "Hey Nudge, I'm Max."

I offered to shake her hand, fully expecting her to comply.

But she didn't, which thoroughly surprised me. Instead, she launched herself at me.

I stumbled backward and gasped, going stiff.

She was hugging me.

I awkwardly brought my hand up to pat her back. "Um…Nudge? Can you…detach yourself from me? I'm not much of a hugger."

She apologized quickly and took a step back.

I brushed some non-existent dirt off my shirt. "Okay, I'll show you around."

She jumped like a teenage girl and we set off down a hallway, her curly hair bouncing on her mocha shoulders.

Nudge spoke. "You know, we should really get a decorator to come here the place up. It's so…dull."

I rolled my eyes, glancing at her over my shoulder. "Oh yeah? Try telling that to personnel convenience."

She pouted. "I think I will."

(STILL MAX POV)

Half an hour later, I sipped lazily at my coffee in the local Starbucks, staring with wide-eyes at a grinning Nudge. "You're kidding me? So we grew up in the same town, but never met each other? But we lived in just about the smallest town ever."

She nodded, picking up her strawberry ice tea. "I was home schooled for my entire life. I lived in those houses up on the cliff."

I nearly chocked on my drink. "So, we were neighbors and never met each other."

She nodded, slurping from her pink straw.

I shook my head slowly. "That is so screwed up."

Suddenly, she cried out and practically jumped on me. "Oh my gosh, Max! Do you remember that guy Sam and all of his amazingly-sexy hotness? Holy bejesus, I'd watch him walk out the door every morning, practically drooling! He was so hot! But then this little red convertible would pull up, and I knew I was toast. He would sit in that car for fifteen minutes, kissing that idiot blonde!"

I rolled my eyes. "Bridget Dwyer: sluttiest girl around. And Sam Howell? Well…sluttiest guy around."

She threw her head back and laughed. "And then there's that dirty blonde girl who would walk bye and flip them off! I loved her!"

I smiled weakly at her. "Nudge? That was me."

She gasped and smiled harder if possible. "Holy shit, you were my role-model. Mom would always yell at me to get downstairs and start studying, but I'd always tell her I'd be waiting for the funniest part of the day!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah, 'cause that's not creepy."

She sighed. "Max! You're ruining the moment with your witty jokes."

I shrugged helplessly. "I can't help it; it's what I do best."

She chuckled and changed the subject. "So, what was with that guy the other day? The dark, moody one you were with. He seemed pretty angry."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Fang? Yeah, he was pretty upset. Someone attacked him. He was spooked because I'm a cop."

She looked curious. "Really? And you didn't look into it?"

I shook my head. "No. It was pretty obvious what happened. The guy was pretty pissed over a previous girlfriend, and eventually attacked Fang."

She raised an eyebrow. "After so many years? Wouldn't he want to do that when the girl broke up with him? Why now?

I sat back. "…You're right"

She continued. "And why does Fang not like cops? Does he have a criminal record?"

"No. Just a D.U.I that was eventually dismissed."

"Then why be so spooked? Something big obviously happened to him, or else he wouldn't be so scared."

I did a face-palm. "Oh my gosh, Nudge. How did I not catch that? You're right, I should look into it."

She nodded appreciatively, her lips forming into a mischievous smile that screamed danger. "So, he was pretty hot, huh?"

PAUSEY-THINGY!

(FANG POV)

(Watch out people! This is so cryptic, you will be thoroughly confused!)

What the hell is going on? First 'John' and now Gazzy? I knew he could be persistent at times, but how many cronies is he going to send after me? Three? Four?

It was all too much, and I knew the best decision was to skip town and make a run for it before I'm killed, but…I couldn't bring myself to do it.

In the last year, I had grown accustomed to my new life. For once I had a job and a friend, a house and spare money to spend. How could I leave all that behind?

Especially Iggy. In all my life, I've never thought so much of someone.

Now, before you panic, I don't mean you're-so-sexy-I-can't-stop-thinking-about-you thought; more along the lines of oh-my-God-I've-never-trusted-someone-so-much-thoughts.

In the last year that I've known him, I've come to tell Iggy almost everything about me.

Except…Nic-

No Fang, I scolded myself, and ran a hand through my disheveled hair, don't start thinking about that. Not now.

I stood from my resting spot on my favorite roller chair, and paced a few times in the cramped office of the local boxing ring.

You have to leave. He'll get you in a matter of days.

I grunted in annoyance and squeezed my eyes shut. Upon opening them, I went back to my seat and shuffled through stacks of paperwork.

All too soon, those horrid thoughts pushed at the back of my skull, and my fist collided angrily with the cool metal desk. Cursing under my breath, I shook the hand out, unsuccessfully expelling the pain.

A blond, lanky guy popped a wary head in the white door, and gazed at me curiously. "You should really try blowing stuff up. It does a lot to help anger issues."

I gave a short laugh and peered up at him. "The only thing I want to blow up right now is you."

Iggy held his hands up in a mock surrender. "No need to get violent. Hey! That's a death threat! I could get you arrested for that!"

I mumbled under my breath. "Sure, let's call Max in for another chance to get me killed."

Iggy squinted at me, suspicious. "Who's Max?"

I rolled my eyes. "Remember when I got attacked? Well, the FBI agent is named Max. Max Ride."

Iggy nodded thoughtfully and leaned against the door. "Did he put you in jail?"

I shook my head. "She did not put me in jail, no. I think you would have noticed if I had left."

Iggy was silent for a moment, and his eyes filled up with a familiar light, "She? Max is a she? Is Fang finally getting laid?"

(Sorry people! But the are adults.)

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him. "No. Not that I don't get laid, either. Max is just an agent who worked my case; nothing more."

Iggy's eyes sparkled. "Are you sure? 'Cause the name Max sounds pretty badass, don't you think? And she carries a gun! Hot."

I smacked him upside the head. Hard. "Yeah right. I suggest you stay away form her."

He smirked. "And why is that? Is Nicky getting a little jealous?"

My playful demeanor suddenly turned deadly. "Do not call me Nicky. And no, I'm not jealous. The truth is, I told her about your vandalism for specifically this reason."

Iggy threw his hands up and looked at me like I was an idiot. "Why the hell would you do that Fang?"

I smirked slightly and turned to him, "Because she's hot and you won't be able to keep your filthy, two-timing hands off of her."

He fell into a chair across from me. "That was only once! You're supposed to set a guy up with hot girls!"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Not unless you want to be dead within the first ten minutes, no. I'm pretty sure your pick-up lines will do nothing but annoy the hell out of her this time."

Iggy's eyes flew wide, "I knew it! You just want her all for yourself!"

I shook my head at him, reaching down to pull a root beer from a small mini-fridge on the floor. "No, I don't. She's too risky."

"And by that you mean?"

I set it down and looked him square in the eye, "I mean I don't have a death wish."

"I still don't get it."

"Max will not hesitate to kill you. She's deadly."

That she is.

STALLION OF THE CIMARRON: Yeah, but I want to make it based on their personality. AND, if you read the original version of this FF (it's okay if you didn't) and watched the Kill Ari prt. 2 and Reunion episodes of NCIS, then you should know that Ziva and Gibbs have a 'special connection' because Ziva killed Ari.

So, Fang is kind of like Ziva because he's all strong and macho, and has a hard past. He's also just beginning a new life, like Ziva. (Not that Fang's secretly a girl…EW.)

But, yeah, you're right. I can see your logic.

rofl waffle: yeah, sorry if I offended you :( I know I shouldn't have done that. But at least I know you WERE going to give me a good review, right? I'm going to go delete that now…

I'M TOO LAZY TO WRITE THE INNER MEANING HERE. MAYBE LATER. SPRING BREAK IS A TIME TO EMBRACE MY LAZYNESS, NOT TO POINT OUT ALL THE STUFF I PUT IN HERE FOR A REASON.