Disclaimer: well, I could say it was mine but I'd be lying through my teeth.

Author's Note: Jillybean, I actually thought about that while I was writing that particular chapter. See this is how I figured their inability to fight Jondy and Zane…they didn't get a chance to. They start out in complete control; Jondy's just some chick who broke in nothing to worry about, right? Why would they need to fight? Then Zane shows up and puts a gun to Asha's head; they can't unarm him before he blows her brains out, not even if he had been a normal human. And then Jondy took down Logan; they never actually made any move against Max and Alec. Logan had moved away from Max so she wasn't close enough to do anything before Jondy had a gun on her. Logan and Asha were the key to keeping them in line. They never got the chance to fight even if they would have been better then Jondy and Zane. I thought it out, maybe I got a couple holes but I figure it was plausible enough. And yes, Jondy thinks that Alec's name is Max.

Comin' to Get You

Chapter 5: A different perspective

"Logan!" Alec yelled, "get off your ass and get the key!" He didn't sound very happy, something about the girl had bothered him. Max thought the phrase thrown off was probably the best description.

"Hurry!" Max added tugging on the cuffs. Logan groaned and turned over clutching at his chest but made his way over to where the key had landed. Max's eyes moved to where Asha was lying on the floor breathing heavy. She couldn't stop the roll of her eyes before she looked at Alec, his full lips had pressed into a thin line and she wondered why she had bothered him so much.

"That was fun," Logan said wryly as he handed the key to Max.

"Please let it be the right key," Alec ground out underneath his breath. Max spared a glance for him while she tried the key first in the handcuff on her wrist. She twisted and nothing happened, she groaned softly as she uncuffed them from the pipe. "Great, just great."

"Shut up, Alec." She held up their connected hands and glared at Asha, "why exactly were you carrying two sets of handcuffs?"

"Yeah, why?" Alec asked with raised brows and a smirk. Asha just looked at them with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

"She needed them for an S1W strike," Logan interjected smoothly shooting a glance in Asha's direction.

"For someone who has a gun waved in her face most days she's not taking this too well," Max muttered under her breath. "The woman said she got what she came for, what did she take?" She asked through clenched teeth tugging her arm to pull Alec along into the kitchen.

"I don't know," Logan answered. "I didn't think there was anything really special about her, so I thought she'd only taken the statue." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"A woman looks like that and you think, what? She's normal?" Alec pinched the bridge of his nose and saw the statue lying in the hallway. "Well, the statue's still here, so it's not what she came for," Alec cut in and tugged back.

"Then what did she take?" Asha came up, having finally calmed down.

"She said she had a copy of something," Max closed her eyes, trying to think as she tugged on Alec's cuffs, "stop that!"

"You started it," he ground out and started to walk to the computer room. She dug her heels in and glared at him. "Come on," he pulled his arm hard enough that she tripped forward, his free arm slipping around her to hold her up. They froze for a heartbeat before they resumed glaring at each other.

"What could they have copied?" Logan said suddenly, from behind Alec.

"Files," he answered finally scooping Max up against him so her legs dangled off the ground. She struggled and he just tightened his grip and smirked down at her. "Can't you just trust me for once?"

"Is that a trick question?" She hit her free hand against his stomach making him let out a very satisfying "oof."

"Apparently," his tongue darted out to lick his lips and he looked over at her, their eyes level and lips inches apart. She finally stopped struggling. "Do you want to catch those two?" He waited for her stiff nod. "We can't run after them and have any hope of catching them handcuffed together, so we have to find what they came for." He set her down; their bodies still close together. "Think…she said she had copies, she didn't have anything on her big enough to hold papers. It had to be a disk, disk equals computer."

"So the computer room," she said dragging him along.

He just rolled his eyes and smirked at Logan who was watching with thin lips. "Get me a screw driver, will ya?"

"Why?" Logan followed them to the computer.

"Because I don't really look forward to being stuck with Max on my arm all night."

"Like I wanna be attached to you," she said sitting down at Logan's computer. Logan left and she tried finding what their thief had copied one handed. "What are you doing?" She snapped, glancing at Alec who was reaching under the table next to the computer, half pulling her out of her seat.

He shot her a withering glance but otherwise ignored her feeling with his hand, since he couldn't get all the way under the table because Max had refused to move anymore. His finger brushed a folder and he tugged getting her to move just enough for him to lean in and grab it. He held it up infront of her face and gave her a smirk before dropping from the balls of his feet to sit Indian style next to her chair.

She went back to ignoring him with a huff, still trying to find the file history. "Whatever she downloaded she erased." Large brown eyes shifted to blue ones when she felt a tug on her arm. "What?"

"Stop with the attitude for five seconds." He held up the folder again and shook it. She snatched it out of his hands and, without looking at the file's name, opened it. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the picture of Zack. "Give you two guesses which file she downloaded."

She looked back at Alec and had to bite her tongue. "Why would anyone want to find Zack?"

"He's a killer Foosball player?" He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "I can think of a couple hundred reasons and that's with them knowing he has amnesia."

She worried on her lip as she slowly turned back to the computer. "Logan didn't keep the address of where we sent him, did he?" her voice was small as she searched for Zack's file.

"This is Logan, he's not completely stupid." Alec rolled his eyes and rested his head against the closest soft surface; not even realizing it was Max's thigh.

Too worried to notice, she read Logan's notes on Zack. He didn't keep the whole story, nothing was mentioned about her involvement but it did mention Bud and Mary Thompson. "Not completely anyway," she sat back with a sigh. "Something was off about those two." She mused quietly.

"What do you mean?" Alec narrowed his eyes as he looked up at her.

"They didn't seem…they knew what they were doing but…"

"They didn't seem like the type to be knocking places off to find transgenics to sell?"

"Kind of."

"So what exactly is the type for that?" he cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

She glared at him and yelled, "Logan!"

"What?" she heard the muffled reply from the guestroom.

"Hurry up with that screwdriver."

~*~

"How'd you know they were transgenics?" Zane asked suddenly, as he lay back on the couch and dangled his feet over the armrest.

"You actually think there's a normal human running around that looks exactly like our brother?" Jondy raised one eyebrow and gave him a half smile.

"Who was that?"

"I don't know, I think they called him Max," she bit her lip and stared out the window with her arms crossed over her chest, "but it wasn't Ben."

"Maybe it was," he said in a small voice full of hope, watching her.

"Ben's dead."

"We thought Zack was dead too."

She turned to look at him, her blue eyes serious for once. "I looked into his eyes, it wasn't him, trust me." When he saw her eyes he knew it was time to back off. There was a lot about Jondy's past that he didn't know, things that when you mentioned them she would get this far away look and you knew she was close to shutting herself down. Ben was one of those things, he didn't know what happened but it was something that had hurt her.

He thought for a moment trying to figure out what to change the subject to. "And the brunette, how'd you know about her?"

A grin spread across Jondy's face, "that really was a lucky guess."

"Was it just me or did she look familiar?"

"Maybe she's a look alike too." She laughed and hit her head against the window. "I keep thinking I know her from somewhere."

"Yeah…"

"We almost ran into a very big problem with two transgenics."

"We really lucked out on those handcuffs," he laughed leaning his head back on the couch.

"Yeah, good thing one of the hostages liked it with kinks," she walked over to the couch and plopped down next to him.

"She could have been in law enforcement," Zane supplied, willing to give the blond the benefit of the doubt.

Jondy raised her eyebrow, "Uh uh." She bit her lip on a smile; "I got an eyeful of groping before I found the computer." She shuddered.

"Poor thing," he patted her arm. He lifted his head and turned towards her, "so what's on the disk?"

She held it up and cocked her head as she looked at the case. "I don't know. Tomorrow I'll go see what we got."

"Shouldn't we get out of Seattle while the goin's good?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Nah, we need to know where we're going before we can go there. That's why we need to know what's on the CD." Her leg started twitching, Zane had known that her period of calmness wouldn't last for very long. Sometimes he had to wonder how someone like her had managed to come out of Manticore.

"Are you about to start doing flips?" He smirked at her.

"No…I might scale the apartment building but flips are just so…over done." She smiled and jumped out of the chair. "I want food! Do you want food?"

"I want sleep."

"You're boring. Come on, you need less sleep than normal humans, take advantage!"

"What exactly do you want to do with our night? I probably can't sleep anyway." he raised his eyebrows suggestively and smiled.

"Welcome to my world." She smirked and started to sing, "welcome to my nightmare. I think you're gonna like it, I think you're gonna feel like you belong." She laughed and suddenly her face went very serious as she leaned towards him sliding her hands up his arms; she stopped with her lips millimeters away from his. He leaned into her touch, his eyes watching as her tongue darted out. "How about Chinese?"

"You love toying with me…" He shook his head and watched her straighten.

"You're just so easy," she smiled and pulled on his arm. "Come on." She jumped up and down and clapped her hands; "I wanna go clubbing!"

He looked at her face that seemed to glow and groaned, "no way."

"Oh, please, Zane…It'll be fun." She grabbed at one of his hands and shook it while she jumped.

"Tomorrow we'll go clubbing after you find out what's on that CD, how's that?"

She pouted but he kept his face stern. She narrowed her eyes at him her lip still sticking out. Then she huffed softly and slumped, "fine…but we're still going to get Chinese now."

"All right, Chinese it is." She smiled down at him and hoisted him off the couch. She didn't move back as he came up so they were standing with their bodies flush against each other. They stood with their eyes almost level for a long time a strand of blond having fallen into Jondy's eyes. With a shaking hand he brushed it off her forehead and let his fingers trace the curve of her cheek as he dropped his hand.

She took a sudden step back and grinned. "Chinese!" She grabbed his hand, turned on her heels, and dragged him out the door.