"So…" Melissa found no more questions come to mind, so she shrugged. The two had only been conversationalizing for the last four hours, and yet she had only found out that Shir'at'uk had come from a planet known as "Yautja" and that he had been on a missionhe had taken up most of the time because he questioned her answers every step of the way. "Let's sleep, alright? I'm just…"-she yawned-"really, uber tired…and, yeah, I hope you get my point."

Receiving a nod from Shir'at'uk, Melissa smiled and shrugged again. She then pursed her lips as she trailed into deep thought.

"Ooman, Mel…izi?" Shir'at'uk found his memory of her name blank; he was bothered by this only somewhat, though it had never happened before.

Melissa shrugged. "It's okay. I forgot yours too. I'm Melissa Barrett, but just call me Melissa, kay?"

"Yes, then, Mel…issa. I am Shir'at'uk."

"Sheer-at-…I've gotta come up with something easier to say than that…" Melissa leaned back in her chair, pondering the matter. She scratched the back of her neck and then sighed. "So-"

"MOMMIEZ!" Kimi had ran into the room and screamed, suddenly holding her blanket in front of her as a shield from Shir'at'uk once she noticed his form on the couch. Melissa peered over at the sudden intruder as a worried look came across her face.

Though Shir'at'uk felt better, his head could not yet cope with sudden, loud sounds, such as a child's scream, and found himself to stand, regardless of the pain that soared through his tired and fractured legs. He held his left hand to his head as his other hand supported him by remaining on the arm of the couch. Shir'at'uk, though his senses were very keen, found his eyesight to be suddenly blurry as the child continued her rampant screaming (he felt like screaming himself). A large blurred image slowly approached him as it left a smaller blurred form, presumably the child. He stepped away from it, unaware of what was going on as his head continued its horrid pounding; he was glad that the child had finally stopped its screaming, though. Shir'at'uk closed his eyes as he continued stepping away, suddenly finding his other hand on his head as well—he had experienced pain, but never like this in his head!

Melissa reached out for Shir'at'uk as he continued backing away towards the window, unsure if she should call out his name or if it would only irritate him more. Sighing, Melissa suddenly heard the wired phone ring bluntly once, then twice. She turned towards it, where it lay on the desk by the door, and then abruptly heard the ripping sound of wood and a sudden crashing sound that seemed to be outside. Melissa whizzed around as realization that Shir'at'uk had actually fallen out of the window overwhelmed her. She ran to the torn-up window, passing the sleeping form of Kimi, and stuck her head out the large window frame.

She saw the form of Shir'at'uk sprawled out on the grassy ground adjacent to the apartment building she lived in. Melissa stared blankly, unsure if he was alive of not. She was sure, though, that she should move him—imagine, a headline screaming "ALIEN FOUND DEAD UNDER CIVILIAN'S WINDOW!" running all across the nation! She gasped then, remembering the phone call and knowing it could only be from her boss. He had assigned her a case, one that she was not entirely sure of what it was about. Melissa shook her head and hurriedly grabbed her coat as she scurried out the door—she figured it would be okay if she left Kimi only for a few moments.

Melissa darted down the hall and stairs. Finding herself on the first floor, Melissa ran out onto the front lawn and to Shir'at'uk's side. She wrapped her coat around him and pulled his right arm around her neck as she hauled him back inside through the front doors. Along the way to the stairs, she heard someone ask, "That a new boyfriend, Mell?"

Melissa stopped,frightened that someone would call the FBI,and then realized that it was only Shellyher shock immediatley floated away. Shelly had blonde hair that was medium length and usually wore things from Pac Sun or Hot Topic. Her lips and eyes were almost always coated with black makeup, and her nails usually a light blue or lavender. Shelly smiled as she approached Melissa with another male that had his arm around her waist; he looked like something out of a horror novel.

"Well, you could say that…" Melissa tried to come up with a good excuse to get back to her apartment, but could find one. She made sure Shelly couldn't really see him from the angle Melissa was holding him, forgetting it was Halloween. Melissa shifted under Shir'at'uk's weight and did her best to smile.

"Well," Shelly asked, grinning, "are you going to introduce me or what?"

"Oh, uh…this is…" Melissa stared at Shir'at'uk as if looking for an answer as her mind went blank yet again for a name. She then remembered one of her high school sweetheart's names. "This is Shaun. He's…a bit wasted right now, but-"

"What's his costume? It looks rad…" Shelly's boyfriend asked, lifting an eyebrow as he hieghtened his head to see more of this "Shaun".

Shelly smiled. "This is Mac. Two weeks."

Melissa nodded, though not really as much into the conversation as she would be if something along the lines of a ton wasn't resting on her shoulders. "Look, sorry to rush, but I've gotta see to Kimi—I left her sleeping and I've gotta check on her. Later?"

"Yeah, sure, Mell. Oh, don't forget—I'm coming over tomorrow." Shelly smiled.

"Since when?" Melissa smiled as she headed off back to her room. This time, she used the elevator; luckily, it was empty.

On the way up, she shifted Shir'at'uk's weight again and sighed. Her ears picked up the gentle and soft hum of the normal elevator music. "That's new," she said to no one in particular. Melissa noted that Shelly was faking her happiness again—something Shelly did sometimes when she was feeling down but not wanting to show it. Melissa realized she hadn't seen Shelly use that tactic for a while and mentally noted that she should ask about it at their meeting the next day. The two met for no reasons in particular other than to discuss boys, music, or the latest movies.

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Melissa tried her best to run to her room and went inside.

Kimi was on the ground, still sleeping—for this, Melissa was relieved. She hurriedly set Shir'at'uk down on the couch and took her jacket off of him and placed it under his head. Melissa checked under each bandage she could lift without tearing or removing to see if any more damage had come upon the wounds. She could tell Shir'at'uk would have something along the lines of a concussion after his fall, and most likely have forgotten everything. She sighed as she remembered a question she had forgotten to ask earlier—why was he here? This was one of the questions she wished she had asked because it troubled her—indeed, why would another species come to earth? And, almost more important, what did it plan to do with earth?

"DAMN IT!" Sergeant Swason slammed his phone down back into its holder and glared at Stanley from his desk. "Stanley, tell me, why—why is it she won't pick up? She needs to be informed that our meeting has moved to a new time and what she needs to be on the look-out for! …"

Stanley stared at the papers in his hand, looking for an answer. "Well, Sir, we have men stationed to watch for things out of order-"

"When are things ever in order in this God-Forsaken Hell-hole known to the world as the Fucking Big Apple?"

Stanley shrugged.

Swason sighed and rubbed his temples slowly. "That was a rhetorical question, Stanley."

"Well…"

"Well what?"

"…Sir, we have reason to believe that one has come into contact with a civilian—though we are not entirely sure."

"Thus the word 'believe'. Yes, yes, just carry on with it."

Stanley nodded. "Most likely in Central Park, around a month ago, a woman—who it is, we are not yet sure—driving a Lexus-"

"Are you sure of that?" My ex-wife drives a Lexus ...

"Sir, the car was in the shop, and it hit something that just…take a look." Stanley slid a few pictures of the car towards Swason. He nodded and looked up at Stanley, and Stanley continued. "-which hit the extraterrestrial. Our men have found some green goo that we are guessing to be the alien's blood, though we are not-"

"Entirely sure—yes, yes, I understand. Thank you for briefing me on our stats. Now go get some rest for tomorrow—we'll all need it."

Stanley nodded and left without a word. Swason sighed, rubbed his temples, and smiled, shaking his head. Leave it to a woman to drive into the unknown…

FPM: sorry, I've had no time to proof-read this, but I hope you like this update. Since I can't come up with a good excuse (except that I have a life… :), I have chosen not to provide one for the sake of…humanity? Hmm, anyways, I don't own anything, except for my ideas, story, Kimi, Shelly, Mac, Michelle…okay, I'm re-wording this: from this story, I only don't own Predator. Yeay. XD

FPM: …Good times, good times…

FPM: oh, I read this article about Fox coming out with an un-cut, R-rated AVP, though I'm not entirely sure... Fingers are crossed, though. :)