Yay, Exams are finished, back to a random update schedule of when ever I feel like it.

I had made a backlog from my exam season but this is the last of it. Now I have to start writing it again.

So the bank was held up, these people were professionals. Idiots but pros, who walks into a bank declaring 'this is a robbery'? They even bothered with a cell phone jammer. Max stood in the conference room with the other hostages, content to wait until this went bad. She'd already done the saving people thing once already and with the amount of people she was against it wasn't worth the effort.

Two hostages stood out to her though, the two that were stood calm as anything compared to the employees who looked scared shitless. She could have sworn she'd seen both at the restaurant earlier. They had also been in the lobby when she had wandered in, arguing over something.

As the last few hostages were rounded up into the conference room, one of the guys made a move for a gun. He was shot in the arm for his troubles. Max was then reminded that she actually had a gun on her, they had been told to leave cellphone, but not guns, this was a bank after all. One gun still wasn't much, and they had silencers, if she shot someone they would know it wasn't one of them.

Max couldn't help but be impressed by the BS the other weird hostage spouted, there was no way that guy was a doctor, but it worked. She sat and watched as events played out. She was tempted to ask to go to the bathroom then create an army of clones but she would wait, she didn't want to mess up any plans the two guys had.

Then again it never hurt to have a back up, she created a load of ANBU clones in the office next to the conference room.

What really pissed her off was when one of them pointed as gun at her when the bank executives kicked up a fuss. After being shot so recently she did not take that well.

"Look, who ever the hell you guys are, you want to shoot me? Go ahead, you want to see something though?" Max asked she pulled at the collar of her jacket showing three bullets wounds on her shoulder and arm, Atlantis, Hazzard and D.C. "And these," she said lifting up her tank top slightly to show the stomach bullets wounds including the one that made a mess of her side, Vegas, Atlantis and Hidden continent. "You want to shoot me go ahead, but heed this warning, for everyone who's managed to shoot me, they've never survived," she lied. The bank robber looked at her, studying her to see if there was any hint of a lie. Max was on a hair-trigger, her clones had spread out behind all the robbers ready to kill them.

"Ever survived a shot to the head?" the main guy asked, he had a sort of gangster/mafia kind of accent. But he had threatened her.

That was it.

Max smirked and tilted her head slightly. "Ever survived being decapitated?" She asked mimicking his accent. As if that was some code her clones appeared from places in smooth, precise movements, as if they were only shadows, appearing from under desks or behind corners. This was all for show, she didn't want any one to think it was magic. Within seconds every bank robber had a knife to their neck and were missing their guns.

"How the bloody hell did they get in?" The main guy asked.

"That is absolutely none of your business, what is your business is what you're going to do now. Do remember who's in control of this situation." Max made a gesture, it had no meaning other than for show. Her clones used varying methods of making their captives lose consciousness. "Now that's better, isn't it? Does anyone know how to get a call out of here with the jammer?"

"The 'doctor' looked like he was going to raise his hand. She could see he wasn't sure if he should trust her.

"Look, I work for the government," she said showing her general ID she'd been given at Cheyenne mountain, it basically said she was a specialist working freelance for the government, it was the same ID she had show Lt. Caine earlier. The 'doctor' inspected it then her but still looked dubious, then he made his decision.

"I can get you that call."

Near to Cheyenne Mountain a parcel began its journey, it wouldn't see its intended recipient for a while, but it wasn't addressed to them. The actual package would be hand delivered. The red haired girl knew this. It had already happened.

Max was relaxing on the beach, she'd seen enough of the police and she'd only been in Miami a few hours. A person moved into her sun casting a shadow over her.

"Who are you?" the person asked. It was the weird not-doctor hostage.

"You saw my ID at the bank, a better question would be who are you?"

"Michael Western"

"Spy? Let me guess, you've been burnt." The guy was speechless, Max knew she'd got it right. "I'm on vacation, I will not work for anyone but myself, so don't ask."

A week later Max was ready to move on, she had managed to thwart at least three more hostage situations. She doubted she would be returning to Miami if the hostage situations were going to be like dead bodies in Vegas.

She'd gotten a call, anyway, meet up with Doctor McKay in Eureka, then go on to California so he could give a series of lectures at the California Institute of Technology. Her job was to make sure he didn't blurt out secrets by accident and just keep him safe from various people.

The first part of her trip was fine. Drive to Eureka, no company other than music blasting out of the car's radio. Nothing to focus on, just like the drive to Miami. She barely noticed the sunlight changing as she drove through the night and a lot of the day.

Eureka… Eureka was interesting. Max had been intercepted by the sheriff while driving into town. A detailed examination of her ID allowed her to continue as well as that hint of recognitions from her last visit. She didn't blame the sheriff for being cautious, she did look like a joyriding teen with a sweet car into a classified town.

Her run in with the trigger-happy deputy was less simple. Max could have sworn that woman could sniff out the weapons she had on her person. That had taken some sweet-talking to get out of.

By the time she actually got to the town it was growing dark. She found a parking spot and entered the café, she was supposed to be meeting McKay inside. Typically there was no sign of him, he was probably working late, well later.

"Hi, what can I get you?" a girl asked Max as she sat down, pulling of her jacket and hanging it over the back of her chair.

"As much coffee as you can physically fit in a cup, I'm gonna need it."

"Why?"

"I'm here as a bodyguard-"

"For Doctor McKay?" The shock must have shown as the girl explained. "He was boasting about being important enough to warrant a bodyguard. Aren't you a bit young?"

"Age is nothing, believe me. Besides if they didn't think I would do the job well I wouldn't be here."

"Right. So coffee then?"

"Yup, just keep it coming until McKay gets here"

It was definitely dark by the time McKay finally turned up. Max was nursing her fifth cup while talking to the girl, Zoe, who worked at the café.

"They sent you?" McKay asked, clearly shocked. Max was really tempted not to answer, she'd been answering too many obvious questions recently and it was slowly driving her bananas.

"Let's just get a move on," Max grumbled, getting up and fishing out her car keys.

"It's dark, don't you want to rest or something?" Zoe said.

"I've had enough coffee to keep me up for a week, I'll be fine." Max slipped her jacket back on and as she walked out of the café she added sunglasses. McKay looked at her then up at the dark night sky, then back at her before shaking his head.

Tsunade couldn't believe the report she was staring at. If it wasn't for the overwhelming evidence to support it she would have thought it was a joke.

"Are you absolutely certain about this?" she asked the shinobi in front of her. She got a curt nod in response. "Do you know how this happened?"

"All remaining members remember a red haired girl shortly before noticing the absence of their rings."

"If it wasn't for Max's alibi I would have thought it was her doing," Tsunade murmured looking at the report again. "Your long term mission is now terminated permanently. Welcome home Itachi." She tossed over his unmarked headband, something she had kept hold of while he was undercover. The two were interrupted by the door bursting open. Sasuke stormed in followed at a more leisurely pace by Shiba who sauntered in and immediately latched herself onto Itachi's arm.

"Can I get a restraining order for this thing?" Sasuke asked. It was kind of irritating to find her riffling though Itachi's stuff while he was with Laura in his own room. Sasuke had at that point decided to move to his own flat, far away. From the look on Itachi's face, he wasn't the only one who was thinking of moving.

Then it clicked. "Oh, you're back. You might want a restraining order too. And probably a new unmolested wardrobe," Sasuke said. He looked disdainfully at Shiba, glad Sakura had finally grown up and left him alone.

It was dark again by the time Max and McKay arrived in Pasadena, California. It had only taken a few wrong turns to find the apartment block they would be staying at. For a month it was cheaper than a hotel. Max, as the body guard, had the tedious job of bringing up the bags.

Why did they have to have an apartment on the fifth floor? Also, why was the lift broken? Max frequently vocalised these thoughts. She supposed if she hadn't been driving too fast McKay wouldn't be looking so green.

On about her third trip she bumped into someone on the fourth floor, literally. She managed to shift her load and hold out a hand for the guy who had fallen. It was interesting to note the guys friend was just standing there with an almost scandalised look.

"I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention," Max apologised, the fallen guy took her hand, visibly surprised by how she managed to hoist him up.

"So you should be, you could have seriously hurt him. Just because you can't be bothered to look where your going, don't mean you should just barge into people. You aren't the only person here." The guys friend complained, he was tall and wiry, from his tee shirt he was a geek.

"I could seriously hurt you, only this time it won't be an accident," Max growled glaring at the tall guy who took an involuntary step back.

"Are you moving to the empty apartment upstairs?" the guy who she had bumped into asked. Max nodded shifting her load again. "Do you want some help?"

"Nah, I got it. I'm only here for a month so not much stuff." The tall guy glared at her, Max gave him a look but he only glared harder.

"Have you finished butchering the English language?"

"I can tell this is going to be a painful month," Max groaned. "I'm Rho, you should probably know an identity of the person who will piss you off."

"'The identity', not 'an'," the tall guy corrected.

"No, I know what I said, I have multiple identities I use, you now know one of them." The tall guy glared at her again, this time putting his fingers to his temples as if he were using mind powers.

"I'm Leonard, that's Sheldon, he's trying to kill you with his mind."

"That's new, no ones tried to kill me with their mind before." Max let the implication sink in as she ascended the next flight of stairs to her own apartment.

Gaara watched with fascination as Abby worked, while he was at college in D.C. he would visit NCIS, more specifically Abby who was teaching him English and American sign language. He enjoyed the company now that Max had disappeared again.

While he was still working on English, body language was universal. McGee wasn't really that subtle either with his jealous looks. Gaara ignored them, was it not obvious he wasn't interested. Abby was a nice girl, quirky but not on the scale he was used to.

The rest of the team got on with him, with his limited English he got more idioms wrong than Ziva, he refused to carry a weapon despite the fact it was recommended and he was allowed, but overlooking those he saw a lot more than the team, he could follow a blood trail by scent alone. That earnt him the nickname 'The Racoon' from the team, what with the dark lines around his eyes as well.

It was almost time to go for Max and McKay in Pasadena, his series of lectures having finished. Death count: 0

For the moment anyway. Max had been sorely tempted many of times. At least she had kept McKay separate from Sheldon. There had been a close call in one of McKay's lectures but Max had managed. The obsession with comic books Sheldon had was his downfall.

Max had met Leonard and Sheldon's friends, all three of them. That was kind of sad, Max had to admit as she sat on the fire escape by her apartment.

It was then she realised how alone she was feeling. She had distanced herself from everyone, physically, and possibly emotionally. Reverting to how she had been before this dimension. She knew how this would end if she didn't do anything. That was if she could.

"Hey, Rho, get in here," McKay yelled from inside the living room area.

"Where's the fire?" she asked scanning the room for any sign of danger. She noticed McKay was holding out a phone. She took it with a nod of thanks and went back out to the fire escape.

"Yello?"

"Ah, Rho, I heard you were in California. I was wondering if you could do me a favour," Director Sheppard asked.

"Sure, I have nothing better to do with my time, I live for you to ask me to do something," Max said getting gradually more sarcastic.

"There's a dead marine in Washington state, you may have noticed air travel has been limited but someone needs to be there and I want an NCIS representative there asap. Could you be that rep for me?" Max hadn't noticed air travel had been limited but she had just spent a month doing not a lot.

"I suppose I could go, where about?"

"A small place called Forks."

I wonder which crossover this will be...

Warning: I am not fond of Twilight, in fact I dislike it with every fiber of my being.

Be warned.

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