A/N: Hallloooooooooo! Thank you if you haven't given up on me because I took about fifty million years to update this! I'm sooooooo sorry! My internet on my account got a virus, so I've had to use my mom's. For a little while mom thought the cause of the virus might have been fanfiction, so I couldn't go on for a long time! But I'm back now and that's all that counts! Now that that's over I'd like to introduce this chaaappppppppterrrrrrssssss…… SPECIAL GUESTS! Representing MR we havvvvvvvvve… the creepy but uber-talented ANGEL!

Angel: Hi! I am NOT creepy!

Me: Not in my story, but I used your attitude from the first three books where you live up to your name and are like an angel instead of the last three where you're like the devil in disguise. You're welcome.

Angel: *sigh* Well, thank you… I guess? Don't you wanna introduce the other special guest now?

Me: Right. Thanks! From NCIS we haaaaaaavvvvvvve….. PALMER!

Palmer: Uh… Hi? Dr. Mallard is not going to be happy that I'm late because of your visiting thing… well, I'm sure he'll understand. So where am I exactly?

Me: Doesn't matter, Mr. Medical Examiner's Assistant. I'm just waitin' for one of you to state my disclaimer so I can continue writing without being sued!

Palmer: Okay, then.

Angel: Gpeach6 owns nothing but the basic plot of this story. As much as she REALLY wants to, and as long as she's put it on her Christmas list, she is does not own Maximum Ride OR NCIS. Okedokie, then, here's the next chapter!

Soaring through the night sky over a huge city like Washington D.C., with the wind in your hair, the bugs in your teeth, and millions of little city lights twinkling below you, mirroring the image of the vast sky above you- there's absolutely nothing like it. This is exactly the feeling the flock and I experienced as we followed Gibbs' car by air to his home on the outskirts of the city. We watched as the slim black care pulled into the driveway, and we followed, circling a couple times before dropping out of the air and onto the soft green grass of the agent's front lawn. The serious middle-aged man slid out of the car and headed for the front door like everything was normal at first but stopped half way to whirl around and raise a silver eyebrow at us.

"You comin'? Or are ya just gonna stand there all night?" he asked with a small hint of sarcasm. I looked back at the flock from whom I received several encouraging nods and one small bark as Total came up to lick my hand which was dangling at my side. Ok. Can we say "ew"? But instead of replying with a snarky comment or just getting the hell out of there using my super-speed like the coward I'm not, I took a deep breath and made a decision like the leader I AM.

"Yup. We'll follow your lead." And with that, we walked the twenty feet that changed our lives forever….

After we'd chosen our rooms (Gazzy and Iggy in the attic, Nudge and Angel in the guest room, and me and Fang on the couch), we were standing slightly uncomfortably in the living room. Then, the strangest and most exciting thing that had happened all day- which was definitely saying something- happened. The doorbell rang. Just one little 'ding!' changed the whole atmosphere of the room. The whole flock tensed, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Gibbs' hand slide down to his pocket. Where he keeps his gun. The thought scared me almost as much as that of what could be waiting on the other side of that huge wooden door.

"Wait here," ordered the special agent. Right about then I realized he was talking to all of us. Including the flock's fearless leader. Despite the situation, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

"You mean they wait here because I am most definitely coming with you," I corrected him defiantly, gritting my teeth. He looked like he was about to argue, but shut his mouth and just jerked his head to the side, so I could follow him to the door. And that's where we found the most amazing and shocking thing I'd seen in a very long time. Sleeping soundly on an NCIS agent's doorstep, wrapped in a pink blanket in a small woven basket, was the most beautiful little baby girl known to man (since Angel, of course). And guess what else? On her tiny back was an amazing pair of blue, white, and black speckled wings.

A/N: Sooo… how'd you like it? I guess it was a little short, but I'll update sooner this time. Okay? How about that little surprise for ya? Not even unnamed best friend knew that one was comin'.

Palmer: Unnamed best friend?

Angel: Her best friend who sometimes helps with stories who shall remain unnamed.

Palmer: Oh… can I go now?