A/N: Halloo! The putting on hold of my other fics is really working for me cuz I can update chapters really quickly now! Whoo! Okay, so now for the special guests! From NCIS we havvvvvve... DIRECTOR VANCE!

Vance: Hello.

Me: I liked Jenny so much better than you. No offense, but you annoy me. Now, from Maximum Ride we haaaaaavvvvvve... TER BORTCHE!

Ter Bortche: I am not even in deez story eeda!

Me: No one can understand what you're saying. So I suggest you stop talking while Vancey (still like Jenny sooooo much better) states my disclaimer.

Vance: Gee, thanks. Anyway, Gpeach6=owning nothing. Even though she would very much like to own Iggy... or Tony.

Me: SHUT UP! ... It's true though ;)

Previously: (Max) "Who the hell are you?"

"I-I'm James Palmer. I-I-I work in autopsy as the Medical Examiner's Assistant. Who are you?" asked the guy who had so rudely interrupted our boredom convention. He was average-height for a man and had glasses and curly light brown hair. Clad in jeans, a gaming T-shirt, sneakers, and a hastily thrown-on lab coat, he looked pretty dorky- not much like an Eraser or a threat in general. I guess you never knew with those whitecoats, though. Looking up and down skeptically, I decided I could take him down in about thirty seconds tops.

"If you work for Ducky, why haven't we been introduced to you before?" I countered. Aren't I just so trusting and welcoming?

"I-uh-I was at a funeral. My great aunt just died. Who are you?" he repeated. Hm... persistant little feller. I glanced at Angel, who nodded her approval.

"Sorry for your loss, Jimmy. Can I call you Jimmy? Anyway, who am I? I'm Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max. This is my family. Over there in Tony's desk are Iggy, Fang, and Gazzy." I jammed a thumb in their direction. The boys each gave a small nod or wave when their names were mentioned. "That's Nudge-"

"Hi!" she exclaimed, smiling and waving enthusiastically. She put an arm around Angel. "This here is Angel! And the Canine-American over there is Total." The small Scottie smiled as much as a little black dog can smile at her choice of words. He looked up at Palmer, who still looked confused.

"Thank you, Nudge for using the politically correct term. I deeply appreciate it," he commented happily. Jimmy looked like he'd just heard a dog talk. Oh, wait, maybe that's because he had.

"How-What-did...?" he stuttered, not able to get the words out.

"Yup. Our dog talks. You're not crazy... at least not any crazier than the rest of us. I guess that doesn't say much, does it?" I pretended to consider this, while Mr. Medical Examiner's Assistant gaped at me like I belonged in an insane asylim. He might have been right; I've been having many doubts about my sanity this past year.

"So I guess you don't know about the wings either?" put in Iggy. Palmer gulped.

"W-W-Wings?" I tried to keep myself from laughing. Normal people were so fun to mess around with. Our fun was interrupted by Dr. Donald Mallard entering the room.

"Children, I would appreciate it if you would not toy with my assistant," he scolded us half-heartedly, smiling slightly. I chuckled. "Mr. Palmer, are you going to say something or just stand there with your mouth hanging open."

"D- Dr. Mallard! What are these kids doing here? I- I got back from the funeral and came straight to the office like you said, a-and I came up here to say hi to the rest of the team. They were just here when I got here! How did you know I was here?" he stumbled over his own words, looking slightly self-conscious.

"The Flock is here because they are witnesses, which will be explained in more detail later. I knew you were here because the security guard contacted me when you were cleared to enter the building," Ducky explained. "Now, I will meet you in autopsy to explain. Head down with out me, won't you? I need to have a word with the chidren." Palmer nodded, leaving in the direction of the elavator. Once he was out of sight and earshot, Ducky turned to us. "Everyone else is at MTAC I presume?" I nodded.

"What does that even mean?" Gazzy asked exactly what I had been thinking.

"I believe it stands for Multiple Threat Alert Center. Basically it's where they talk to important people about important things," he told us.

"Oh. That makes sense I guess. Is the baby still with Abby?" I asked. He nodded.

"I believe so. I wonder what was so important that they're talking about at MTAC." That comment was met by a couple shrugs.

"Beats me. We've just been bored sittin' here 'till Jimmy came," I told him.

"Well, I didn't come up here because security told me Mr. Palmer was here," he said bluntly.

"Naturally."

"I came because Director Vance told me to come up and take you and the infant to your new safe-house. I must give my assistant a quick explanation for rushing off and meet you in Abby's lab to pick up the baby. Then, we will stop by Gibbs' to grab your bags and some supplies for the baby. Finally, I will see that you reach your new home safely. Tony and Ziva will meet us there," he said.

"Cool, but why does Gibbs have all that baby stuff anyway?" asked Nudge. Ducky suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

"That you must ask Jethro himself, for it is his personal life and not mine," he told her.

"Gibbs had a daughter?" Angel gasped. So much for keeping Gibbs' personal life a secret. She blushed. "Oopsie. Sorry..." Ducky sighed, shaking his head.

"It's okay, Angel. Just don't mention it to Jethro."

"B-but what happened?" asked Nudge. His face turned suddenly grim.

"She was murdered along with his first wife while he was serving in the navy. He still hasn't forgiven himself for not being there when it happened." A gloomy silence passed over our whole group.

"Wait. First wife? How many wives has he had?" I asked. I never got to here the answer, for a voice from behind me interrupted Ducky's reply.

"What are we talking about?" We all jumped out of our skins at that.

"GIBBS!" Nudge shrieked, whipping around. The special agent raised a gray eyebrow in question as the other three agents entered the bull pen. Ziva looked from Gibbs to Ducky to the Flock, Tony scrunched his eyebrows, and McGee just stared.

"What is going on?" Ziva questioned. Gibbs smirked, turning around slowly. "Where are you going?"

"Coffee break!" he called behind him. I stared after his back incredulously.

"Does he do that a lot?" I asked irritably. Tony chuckled dryly.

"Is the sky blue?" he replied. I groaned, not liking the sound of that. We were going to spend a lot of time with him, which should prove to be interesting.

"So are you guys finished at MTAC?" questioned Iggy, though they obviously were, considering they weren't there anymore.

"Yeeeessss. That would be why we are here and not still conversin' at MTAC," answered Tony in a "no-duh" tone. Ziva's eyebrows furrowed.

"Conversin'?"

"Talking, speaking, engaging in conversation," he said, rolling his eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but seemingly decided against it. Out of nowhere, Ducky cleared his throat, almost causing me to jump. I had just about forgotten he was there at all.

"I have been ordered by our director to escort the Flock to your new home. He seemed you all would take longer than you did because he said you would meet us there. What were you talking about up there anyway?" he questioned. The three special agents shared a look.

"What? What's going on?"

A/N: Soooo do you like it? I'm not sure if I like it, but I'm satisfied because I included Palmer. He rox my sox!

Vance: There's too much dialogue.

Ter Bortche: He huz a point.

Me: SHUT UP! I HATE YOU BOTH!

Vance: Goodbye.

Ter Bortche: I am leafing.

Me: Leafing?

Ter Bortche: No, I said leafing.

Me: Yeah, leafing.

Ter Bortche: Goodbyee.