Author's Note: Thanks to Riptide2 for reviewing the last chapter! The "Gone" I was referring to is by TobyMac. I own nothing but Crystal. Also on a side note I won't be posting on anything from tomorrow to January 1st because I'll be gone on vacation. Til then have a Merry Christmas (or happy Hanukkah or any other holiday you celebrate!) and a happy New Year!


~Am I The Only One~

Crystal came to slowly lying on some cot in a prison cell. She sat up carefully and glanced at the door, shut. "Figures," she muttered. "Doors are only left open in movies where there are invisible monsters running around killing people."

"What was that?" someone asked and Jazz came around the corner into view.

"Nothing," she called back, standing slowly and testing the strength of her muscles. It seemed that nothing was damaged at least for now. "I was just complaining that my life is nothing like those action movies you Americans favor."

"That's because it's those action movies that make us look either corrupt or stupid," another man said. "Agent Monroe at your service Ms. Yates."

"Miss," Crystal corrected. "And aren't cages terribly old fashioned?"

"Until we get the laser bars fixed it'll have to do," Agent Monroe quipped and Crystal felt a sly smile slink across her face.

"So do you have anything to say to us or should we leave?" another man asked, this one with a military crew cut and unmarked uniform.

"I do have something to say to you," Crystal replied. "Ваши манеры воняют. In other words your manners stink."

"Besides that," Jazz drawled with a smirk. "Like why your place of birth is a hospital that doesn't exist in a city that's been abandoned for the last thirty years."

"I can help what the birth certificate says," Crystal replied with a shrug. "Идиоты."

"What?" the military man asked in a dangerous tone.

"I said idiots," Crystal snapped. "You're wasting your time with me. Подумайте хоть раз в жизни!"

"Translate please," the man who had pointed out her lie about her name earlier said.

"Why don't you think for once in your lives?" she cried, exasperated.

"What do ya mean?" Jazz questioned.

"Am I the only one who thinks this is a little fishy? I mean someone who just happens to look like Jason Bourne just happens to assassinate someone important in the government just as the government was just about to pardon Bourne," Crystal hissed sharply.

"What?" Monroe choked out, spitting out the mouthful of pop he had just drank. "Did you say the government was just about to pardon Bourne?"

"Exactly," Crystal retorted. "Looks like you have some work to do agent."