A little bit of action in this. I decided to make this a two-shot. It just kinda ended like that. And the bad guy can be whoever you want it to be: your worst enemy, someone else's worst enemy, whoever you want to be taken to jail! And thank you to Mrs. Frank Hardy for the idea for the bad guy. :) And, OH MY GOSH! Y'all are awesome. Every time I check my email I have at least 4 new emails from Fan Fiction. It makes this sick person very happy. And, I don't think I bombed my Art final! Yay! It was y'all wishing me luck that did it. :)

It was half an hour into the party when it happened. Alex's old friend Tamara Knight burst through the door, clutching her side. Alex saw her mouth that someone was after her before she passed out, probably from blood loss.

"Alex?" Morgan asked. Alex sighed. He thought he had fixed all his problems in the spy business, but apparently not. He calmly stood up and walked over to her at the exact same time as someone kicked open the door that Tamara had just locked. Alex jumped to the side and hid behind a bundle of balloons that was near the door before the dust could settle.

"Agent Rider, I know you're here. Your friend just led us straight to you." The man that had spoken was a very, very intimidating man. That was probably why he was chosen for the job. Everything about him was dark and big - his muscles, his smile (more like a grimace), his clothes, the way he walked, his hair, even his eyes were almost pitch black. It was like staring into a black hole. It just sucked everything out.

"HE'S BEHIND THE BALLOONS!" Someone yelled. Great. Alex's former schoolmates thought they could save everyone by telling the big scary man with the gun where he was. Really smart, people, really smart.

"ALEX!" Morgan screamed. She couldn't stand there and watch as her husband got himself killed.

"Well, who's this pretty young lady, Agent Rider? I would like to meet her." This was a new voice, the kind that should be sitting in a chair petting a cat and right as you walk in, he turns around and all you see is the cat.

"Who are you? And you don't get to talk about her like that!" Alex was furious that this man thought he could talk about his wife like that in front of him! This guy was getting his butt kicked big time.

"Aww, have I made wittle Alex angwy?" The man replied in a baby voice. " You have grown up, though. Not as intimidating as you were when you were a teenager, but still!" The man seemed to know Alex. How? Where had he seen him before? The voice was familiar, but Alex could not place it.

"I'll ask one more time: who are you?"Alex's voice got dangerously low. Morgan knew what was coming next.

"You can figure it out Alex. I know you can." The man was just egging him on, now.
Alex didn't respond with words. Instead, he kicked the gun the man was aiming at him out of his hand. The man looked shocked. He hadn't been expecting an attack from Alex. While he was still in shock, Alex elbowed him in the stomach and flipped him over. Once the man was on the ground, Alex pointed the gun he had caught at his chest.

"You will leave us alone. I will call the police. If I hear you have in any way tried to hurt my family, I will kill you." Alex was all business now. His voice had gotten lower than before, which had already been a baritone. Now, you had to strain your ears just to be able to tell he was talking, let alone understand what he was saying.

Police sirens sounded outside. Someone had already called the police. Then two kids rushed inside.

"Mom! Dad! Are you ok? Did we make it in time? I saw someone go in, then I head you scream for Dad." Drake and Loren had run up to them and gave them a bear hug (or as bear hug-y as you could get for a six year old. Loren was crying. It had been a traumatizing night. Getting left at the hotel with Drake, then finding out someone crashed your Dad's high school reunion with a gun, then after all that, seeing someone being rolled away on a stretcher to an ambulance could really scare a girl.

"Are you ok, sweetie? We're fine, don't worry. Shhh, shhh." Morgan picked Loren up and squeezed her tight. Loren nodded then buried her head in her mom's shoulder.

"Thank goodness that mess is over. I thought I would get a night off from work, not brign it on vacation with me!" Alex chuckled.

"Dad! You do that on a regular basis? Holy crud, what do you do to get an adrenaline rush if that's what you do for work?" Drake asked, thinking that everyone needed some kind of adrenaline rush to get their mind off things.

"I don't need to find extra adrenaline; I get it every day at work."

"What do you do for a living, Dad? I thought you worked for a bank. That's the most boring job ever." Drake looked shocked now. Alex was sure this kind was bipolar. Huis mood swings were ridiculous.

"Working at a bank isn't boring. You get to fly all over the world and shoot people and blow stuff up. It's great. And you need to work on your mood swings." Alex said, adding the last bit as an afterthought. Drake stared after his dad in awe. His dad made stuff explode on a regular basis? Wow, his dad actually was pretty awesome.

For those of you who don't know, I do this thing with reviews. If you review in an awesome or unique way (preferably related to Star Wars or Batman) then you get to be in one of my stories! But, since this one is over :( you get to be in my story Some Heroes Come in Small Sizes! It's got this really cute seven year old named Jay in it. You would get to meet him! Soooo, please review and make this sick person happy! :)