AN: Im sorry Its been a while, but I fienly got some up. I'm very greatfull to everyone who helped, and I wish that I could do them all, but I cant. Anyway, I'm stull a but stuck, so any help is still apresiated. Enjoy!

Edward was at on a bench just outside of Starbucks, with a large Caf-Pow in his hand for Abby. He needed time to think. Ever since he arrived in this weird place, thing just haven't been going him way. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get Alphonse out of him head. He was probably worried sick. By now, he probably though he was dead! And Ed wasn't sure if he could ever get back. He was in a place that he had never heard about, with strange money he had never seen and very weird machines. The possibility of running away had crossed his mind, but he didn't even know were he was. Remembering Abby telling him that Caf-Pows helped her going all day, the thought that it might help him think more. He took a small sip of the drink, and was surprised to find that it tasted like blueberry juice mixed with a lot of sugar. The bubbled in the drink when in his nose and he felt a slight buzz at the back of his skull.

'Wow, that's good stuff!' he though, feeling a buzz of energy filling his body. The wheels in his head started to tern, summing up all of his options. He knew if he wanted to get back, he would have to tell them where he came from. The problem with that is that Amestris did have a lot of enemy countries. They would most likely think he was a spy and either imprison him or kill him. That idea was out the window pretty quickly. He took another sip. He could try to create the transmutation circle like he did inside Gluttony's stomach, but he didn't have a philosopher's stone, and even if he did, it would probably backfire and kill him. He had a large mouthful of the blue drink. He could always try to find Ling or even Envy in the area were he woke up, but he didn't even know where he was found, and even if he did and he ran into Envy, he would mostly likely beaten within an inch of his like and he wouldn't put it past Envy to actually kill him. Ed sighed heavily and had a few more gulps of the drink. 'So, all of my ideas end up with me getting killed. Great, just great!'

After a few more minutes of his brain running in circles, he finally gave in. he figured that the best thing he could do, would be to just stay put. Heck, he might even be able to help with their case thing. Plus he owed the Director for the change of clothes and Gibbs for letting him stay at his place, even if it was against his own will. He stood up and was about to head back, but he noticed a man on the sidewalk selling newspapers. Normally, he wouldn't have taken a second glance at him and continued walking by, but something on the paper caught his eye. His golden eyes widened in shock, before quickly scrabbling in his pocket for the change he had previously gotten, witch was made up of lost off silver and copper looking coins in different sizes, and another green piece of paper with the numbers 5 printed on it.

"Is this enough?" asked Ed, shoving his hand near the man, who was slightly taken back. Uncertainly, he plucked a few of the coins out of his hands and gave him a paper. Ed immediately grabbed it and scanned the front cover. He wasn't interested about the headlines, the stories or the pictures; the thing that got his attention was the date. It was 17th August… 2009!?

'What… the… hell!? How much of that stuff did I drink?'

The sat down again and started to read the paper, hoping to find more. He found it completely fascinating. There was so much stuff inside it, like a world recession, new diseases, a new president (who seemed to have the most power in the country,) and wars in various places around the world. It sounded sort of like back in Amestris. He read everything, even the horoscopes and sport sections, even though he didn't like those sorts of thing. By the time he was done, his mind was swimming, and not just because of the drinks he took every now and again. Wherever he was, he was in the wrong time line the wrong country, but on top of that, he didn't even think that there was any alchemy. Normally, there was a small story about some state alchemist doing something or other, but there was no mention of it at all.

'What am I going to do!?!?' he thought desperately, swallowing the very last of the Caf-Pow.

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"Well, DiNozzo?"

The whole room filled with a very awkward silence, so quite that you would have heard a pin drop. Gibbs stood there with a coffee in his hand. McGee scratched the back of his head nervously, Ziva averted her eyes to the ground and Ducky and Palmer looked at each other uneasily.

"Erm… er, well, Boss… see the thing is that, er… we sort of…" Tony rambled slightly, trying to phrase the answer in a way that wouldn't put the blame on him. So far, nothing seemed right.

Gibbs slapped him somewhat lightly on the back of the head. "Spit it out, Tony!"

"We were in the bullpen, McGee distracted me, Ziva wasn't watching the kid and then he was gone and now we can't find him," he said very quickly, almost so fast that some people probably wouldn't have been able to keep up with him. Unfortunately for Tony, Gibbs was not one of those people.

"Your telling me, that three highly trained officers couldn't keep track of the only witness on a serial murder case? That you've lost a teenager in a federal agency building? Are you kidding me, DiNozzo, or do you actually want to get fired!?"

"Well, when you put it like that-" Tony didn't finish because of another, much harder, slap upside his head and Gibbs' death stare.

"Find him. Now! Or so help my, I will put you all on desk duty for as long as I can stretch out," growled Gibbs, looking at both Ziva and McGee as well as he spoke.

"On it, Gibbs!" they all said simultaneously, dashing out of autopsy quickly, somewhat relived that his reaction wasn't quite as bad as they had feared.

'Next time I see that kid, I'm going to have to try really hard not to kill him,' thought Gibbs darkly, before turning to face Ducky, Palmer had already decided to make himself scarce. "Please tell me you've got something for me Duck."

"Well, not very much, I'm afraid, Jethro. The bruises on the wrists indicate that she was restrained for about a day or so and the angle of them make it seem that she was hung up on something by them, and a lot of her flesh was sliced of with great ease, and due to bones that were cut into, it happened before she died. The cause of death is most likely blood loss. I very painful way to die, I have to say. I need to send some samples up to Abby, but I think that's all I can get."

"Well, at least someone around here is doing their job right. Thanks Duck," Gibbs patted him on the shoulder before heading out the door.

"Try not to be to hard on them, Jethro," he called after his friend, but Gibbs had already gotten into the elevator.

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Abby blinked in shock as the three frantic agents burst into her lab all at once, and franticly spread around the room, as if trying to find something.

"Abby, Abby, Abby! Have you seen the kid? Please tell me you have, we've gotta find him! We've looked everywhere, in autopsy, the director office even the bathrooms… Look, please tell us he's here!" said Tim, desperately, grabbing hold of Abby's upper arms and shacking her slightly.

"What? Oh, Ed! Yeah, he was down here. Okay, Timmy, you've got to let me go now, your cutting the blood circulation in my arms!" she said, pushing Tim of her.

"Thank God! Where is he?"

"I sent me out to get a drink for me. He seemed really bored, and then really sad for some reason, so I thought it would take his mind of… what ever it was on. But, now that you mentioned it, he had been gone a while, almost an hour."

"What!?" exclaimed Ziva.

"Okay, that's it, we're dead! We're all dead. Dead men, and woman, walking." Said Tony, his palm making sharp contact with his forehead. "I'll just plan the funerals now. Should we have lilies or roses?"

"Well, lilies are traditional."

Every one shot their head over to the door to find Ed leaning on the doorway, Caf-Pow in his hand and a rolled up newspaper under his armpit, a large grin on his face like he often had.

"Where have you been!?" snapped Ziva, pointing her finger at Ed, who raised one eyebrow at her.

"Relax, I've just been out to get Abby her drink," he told her, as he walked over to Abby and handed it to her. "I can see why you like that stuff, Abs, it tastes really great. Almost as good as those cake things with the marzipan, but of course that's not a drink so it doesn't really count. Okay, batter then hot chocolate. Wait, dose that count? Because it hot and this is cold? But then again, if it wasn't hot then it would just be… chocolate, which is still good, especially in ice-cream!" he rambled, walking around his lab in no general direction.

Every one stared, confused by his random actions. "You drank some, didn't you?" asked Abby.

"No… okay, maybe a little."

"How much is 'a little'?"

"Just… a large drink, but I got you another one. True, I drank a bit of that one too but, its not like you can tell. Okay, maybe you can tell. Abby, you've got to help me! I can't stop talking and moving or anything, I need to do something to do, I've got to focus my mind on something…hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluoride, neon, sodium carbonate, magnesium, silicon…"

"Did he get a brain tumour or something?" Tony muttered to Ziva.

"Okay, Ed, you have to calm down," Abby said very solely and calmly, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"I cant! I have to do something to get ride of all this energy! I have to… I have to… I have to spar with someone! Yeah, that's it?"

"Spar?"

"Yeah, you know fighting? Anybody up for it?" he asked the other, who were all still staring at him like he was insane.

"Okay, I will," said Ziva, before Tony stopped her.

"No way, he doesn't have a death wish!" he told her.

"Your on, Ziva!" Ed said happily. "We'll do it outside, okay?"

"Oh, no," sighed Abby.

"Alright. I've mean meaning to have a match with someone for a while, so I'll probably be a little irony."

"Rusty," corrected Tony. "And I don't think that kicking the kids ass would be a very good idea!"

"Relax, Tony. I can take."

"This is not going to end well," sighed Tim.

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