A/N: I met NICK f'ing WHEELER on Saturday! I got to take a picture with him at the end of the venue, but when I was chasing after Tyson Ritter (Yes, chasing), a girl stepped in front of me and cut me off, and by reaction I stopped, totally missing the chance to get a picture with him.

Finally, you (if you recognized the pattern) might have realized that I've been posting every five days. Except this chapter. Two reasons: (1) I forgot January has thirty one days, and I was going to post yesterday, but I figured it would screw up reason (2), which you'll figure out next chapter, especially if you have me on your Author Alert list. Not a lot of you, but you'll find out first.

Feel free to read the next chapter now.

*** M'gann POV***

I'm just sitting cross legged above Miss Hart's top floor apartment. Despite what Kaldur thinks, (or I think he thinks. I wasn't looking at his mind) I know for a fact that Alison Hart's face showed up at the top of someone's head. It alarmed me, and I'm worried that we might not be able to protect the woman below.

Then, her face popped up again and I gripped onto the image and mind again. "Aqualad, another mind is thinking of Alison Hart. This one is female."

"Is it possible they are assassins?"

"Possibly." I grimace as the mind fades in and out in what Robin and Wally would describe as "bad radio frequency." Suddenly, I'm slammed out of the mind before I can get a total fix. "I've lost the signal, Aqualad."

"There's nothing we can do about that now. Check and see if the lawyer is alright."

I scan the apartment below me. "She's still watching T.V. The only activity there is, would be the cat… patrolling the window sill."

"Patrolling?"

"The cat believes that he is a protector or guardian of the apartment. He also believes that it is his property, and the human only lives there because he lets her." Aqualad presents no response.

I sit down on the rooftop rather than float over it, and I look out at all the people on the sidewalks and streets below. The women were all wearing big, bulky coats- mostly of fur, fake or otherwise. The few men that were on the streets were wearing a much more varied attire: t-shirts of all colors, long sleeved shirts, button down shirts, jeans, dress pants, and sneakers or shiny, black dress shoes.

A scream shattered my focus of the streets beneath me, and I inspected the penthouse we were guarding, hoping it was nothing more than a reaction to the T.V. she was watching, or a neighbor had screamed.

Yet, I was alarmed as I was greeted with the two minds I had encountered before, as well as a frightened Miss Hart.

"Aqualad, you're needed at the apartment."

"What is the problem, Miss Martian?"

"The two people that had been thinking of Alison Hart before are within her home." I lift up into the air and swoop down to the window, opening it and flying into the room.

The first face, in a hockey mask, turned towards me before I even turned off camouflage mode. When I did, the other two turned to glance at me. The taller, a woman dressed in a green kimono and white cat mask that grinned. The shorter was the dark haired Alison Hart we were protecting.

Aqualad himself swung into the room through the window, and he pulled out his water bearers (A/N: That's the official name for 'em) and formed two swords, raising them into position.

"Cheshire." Aqualad said, glaring at the assassin.

She waved at him while holding her sais between her fingers. "Where are the rest of your little teammates, Aqualad? And your friend, Red Arrow? He hasn't seemed to have called me back after our last date."

"Date?" I ask him, but Aqualad pretends to not hear me.

Sportsmaster beside her seemed to roll his eyes behind the mask. "Let's finish what we came here for, and get out, little girl."

Cheshire sighed. "You hold off the Martian and Atlantean, and I'll take get rid of our little public prosecutor."

A/N: Yeah, this one was kind of short. My creative juices got stunted. But not to worry, they'll turn back on eventually.

From the last chapter:

* Greg has mentioned in his "Ask Greg" sessions that Artemis can speak Vietnamese, French, and English fluently. Because her mother is Vietnamese, I'll make a somewhat biased assumption that she learned Vietnamese from her mother. She grew up in America, an explanation for the English, and the French I believe can be explained through Sportsmaster. Being once a for-hire wet work artist, he might have had to work with people of different backgrounds and languages. Unfortunately, I can't ask Greg himself due to the fact that he's not taking questions.

However, the small little loophole with this is M'gann's ability to translate psychically. Little technical error I overlooked until I was rereading this before posting.