I don't Maximum Ride or NCIS. It'd be really awesome if I did.
Max POV
I walked into the apartment, and saw Fang sound asleep on the couch.
I smiled then looked at the clock. It was 11: 25 PM. I looked around the room, feeling a little paranoid but saw nothing out of place.
Hmm.
Fang POV
Earlier…
I looked at the clock. It was 11: 30 AM. Something was missing. I did a mental check of what I was supposed to do.
No, I was pretty sure I did everything. Then I remembered. Next week was Max's birthday. What was I "supposed" to be doing?
Calling up all the flock to see if they'd come.
Now I just need to find their telephone numbers…
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I'll save you the boring details, but let's just say there was a lot of googling.
Nudge had squealed yes, and I could just hear her jumping up and down. Iggy said it was iffy, since it was his girlfriends party in the same week. Gazzy and angel were just as excited as they would have been ten years ago.
I couldn't wait to see Max's face.
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Max POV
When I woke up the next morning, I freaked when Fang wasn't next to me. Then I remembered that he was on the couch.
I sighed, then slumped back into the pillows.
He was up to something, I could tell. But what was he up to?
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Once I got to NCIS Kate and DiNozzo were having a conversation about bete noires (bad dreams). (if you've seen that episode, you know what happens next. Dun, dun, dun!) "Max have you ever had a bad dream? Kate says she hasn't," Tony told me.
"Kate, your are lucky. Yeah, I have," I replied.
"What of?"
They didn't know about the dog crates, scientists or Itex. So, I'm pretty sure I'd be sent to the therapist if I replied, "Oh you, know. Waking up in a dog crate in the science lab of death."
So instead, I responded, "Different things. Depends on what I watched that night."
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The rest of the day went by pretty quietly, until Abby started pacing around holding evidence in a box.
"Just press the button and leave it there. Just press the button and leave it there," she was muttering. "Just pre-"
"Abby, are you okay?" I asked. She looked up at me.
"Max, would you call me crazy if I told you that… I have a…. phobia?" she asked me.
"No, why?"
"Ducky asked me to take all this evidence back to him-including the blood."
That was weird. "Why?"
"I don't know. But I-I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid of Autopsy."
"I'll take it for you, Abby"
"Would you? Thanks so much! You have to sign," Abby said a look of relief on her face.
"Okay"
Why did Ducky want all the evidence back? I called up autopsy.
"Hello?" Ducky's voice said through the speaker phone.
"Ducky! I was wondering why you wanted the evidence back?"
"Oh, I have a theory, would you bring it down, Abby?"
Abby? What? "Duck-"
"Hurry, time is of the essence,"
"Ducky, wh-"
"Yes, alright. Just hurry!"
Okay, that was weird.
I hurried down to Autopsy.
The lights were off, and the red blinking lights were on, warning of a transmittable disease.
"Ducky!" I called.
"Oh, hello Abigail."
"I got over my fear," I said cheerfully.
"Yes, I see that. Just leave it there"
I bent down and left it there. I hadn't seen anyone, but the room was big enough, and the door's windows were small enough, that a terrorist could easily be hiding there.
I got back up, straitening my jacket that now exposed the gun in the small of my back.
"When did labrats start packing Sig-Sawyers? (spelling?)" A voice that I never thought I'd hear again asked behind me.
Ari.