Hey people! I know I haven't updated in awhile we had mid-terms, concerts and a truckload of homework. Ok before I start the story here's a penny for your thoughts. Has anyone here watched Alice, the SYFY miniseries that aired on Dec. 6th? Because I have some ideas, if you have PM or review please. Ok now disclaimer please!

Iggy: She does not own Max and the Flock or Director Shepherd and Gibbs and his team. Wow that's a lot she doesn't own.

Me: I know it's sad. Anyway on with the story!

Max P.O.V.

"Ok in your condition you probably can't fight, so you can sit here and watch." Tony explained.

"You would be surprised." I replied coolly. He looked a little taken aback by my response. He shrugged it off and called Ziva over to spar with him. They got in ready position.

Then Tim called out, "Go!" Tony lunged at Ziva and she side stepped easily. She grabbed his arm, twisted it and pulled him down as if he weighed nothing. In a flash she was sitting on top of him.

"Nice Ziva, faster than usual." Tim congratulated her. She smiled at him.

"Tony was just slower than usual." She replied still smiling.

"Hey!" Came the weak reply from Tony, who was still lying on the mat. I laughed.

"I'll spar with you Ziva." I offered standing up and stretching out my muscles. I walked to the mat and got in ready position.

"You shouldn't be sparring in your condition. You should rest." Ziva said making her way toward me, as if to pull me down. Was I going to be treated like glass the whole time I'm here? I looked at her, eyebrows raised.

"Ziva I've had worse. Now spar with me, please." She looked resigned and sighed.

"OK fine." She said then she muttered something in a different language. She walked to the mat and got in position. I had watched her fight with Tony and I could pinpoint most of her weaknesses. I heard the cry that signified us to start. I began to circle her, looking for an opening. I feinted making it look like I was going to strike from the left. But I quickly changed delivering a roundhouse kick to her chest. I made sure not to put all my strength into it. She didn't block it when she should have and stumbled a bit. I saw this opening and aimed a swift right hook at her head, but she blocked it. She sent a quick kick at my gut. I stumbled a bit but it wasn't as bad as when an eraser punched me. You could tell she wasn't trying to hurt me, so there was a shaky trust. She lashed out with her right arm. With my superhuman speed I grabbed it and pulled her down. In about a minute I was holding her by her throat. I looked up and saw two pairs of astonished eyes looking back at me.

"Max that was amazing! We've never beaten Ziva before." Tim said, looking shocked. Tony's jaw was somewhere around his feet by now. I helped Ziva up and she smiled at me.

"I have to admit, that was incredible. I rarely meet anyone outside of Mossad who can fight like that. " She asked looking curious.

"Thanks, it took practice." I replied with a small smile. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Gibbs.

"That was impressive. Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He asked. Very blunt if you ask me.

"I taught myself. I figured it would be useful to know how." I replied warily. I still didn't know if I could trust them. I mean Anne was working for the FBI and looked at what she turned out to be!

"Well then you must be an excellent teacher." He was still looking at me suspiciously. Not much got past this guy, I would have to be more careful.

"Anyway Director Shepherd is leaving for the day and is wondering if you would like to stay with her." Gibbs said, focusing on me. I weighed my options.

Option #1: Sleeping in a tree and buying a meal with Max Card and risking detection from Erasers.

Option #2: Sleeping in a warm bed, a possible hot shower, food and supposed protection.

Call me crazy but I was leaning towards the second option.

"Well I don't have anywhere else to go. So…." I trailed off still thinking.

"The director is waiting by the squad room." He told me then began walking towards the elevator. I waved at Tony, Ziva and Tim. I quickly followed Gibbs into the elevator. There was a pleasant "Ding!" and the doors closed. I could feel Gibbs's eyes on me but I didn't say anything. I too busy trying not to climb the walls in panic. Soon the doors opened and I nearly ran out. Jenny was standing in front of the elevator and I almost ran into her.

"Are you alright Max?" She asked looked concerned. Gibbs followed me looking a little weirded out. Which for him was a mild look of, "What the heck?"

"Sorry, but I don't like elevators." I replied my face flushed slightly. Jenny turned to the door next to the elevator.

"Then we'll take the stairs." She said, smiling at me. "Good night Jethro." We descended the stairs (which were infinitely better then the elevator) in silence until Jenny thought to ask, "Do you have anything you need to get?" I thought for a minute.

"Nope." I said popping the "p". She looked at me strangely.

"Nothing? No extra clothes or a toothbrush?" She asked.

"No, I sorta lost everything." I said remembering how I didn't grab my backpack when we fled.

"Well you look to be about my height so I could find you something." She smiled at me and suddenly it was Dr. Martinez all over again.

I mumbled, "Thanks." I looked down. We made it to the parking lot and got in her car. A little while later we pulled up to a nice house. There was a well kept yard and large front doors. Jenny opened the doors and showed me inside.

"Dinner should be ready soon. Now if you go up the stairs immediately on your right there's a door, that's your room, ok?" She gave me a motherly smile. I returned the smile and turned to head upstairs.

I found the door and opened it. I stepped inside and surveyed the room. It was spacious and very neat. The walls were a light tan and the bed matched the walls. The best part there was a balcony overlooking the backyard. Perfect for midnight flights. I think that I might actually like it here.

Wow that was longer than I expected. So love it, hate it? Review no matter what you think of it. Constructive criticism is always helpful, ideas too! Happy New Years!!

~Silentflier