7 months later…

Ding!

"… didn't do anything! This has to be some kind of mistake!"

"Yeah, sure, lady. That's what they all say." Fang pushed the woman out of the elevator, rolling his eyes.

"I just don't see why you're dragging me into this! It was all her fault, anyway! She called me!" protested the man that Tony was currently dragging through the bull pen.

"Liar! You called me! How could you even say that, you bas—"

"Woah, there, Miss! Watch the language!" Tony scolded, cutting off the woman's outraged shrieking.

I smiled. "Good work on turning them against each other, Gaz," I told him, ruffling his hair. He beamed up at me.

"Aw, shucks. It was nothin' but a couple fake phone calls. But you and Gibbs better get up to interrogation before those two rip each other's heads off," Gazzy responded, jerking his head in the direction of the quarreling suspects.

I nodded, smirking. "Gibbs?"

He stood from his desk, and together, we set off towards interrogation.

When we pushed through the door, Fang was sitting in front of the scruffy-looking man, Stanley Myers. Myers cowered slightly at Fang's intense stare. My dark, unemotional, sexy, beautiful—uh… you get the point—boyfriend nodded slightly to acknowledge our presence, growled at Myers, and pushed back his chair to stand in the corner.

Gibbs and I took our seats across from the scummy man. We stared him down for a couple minutes, waiting.

R-r-ring!

"Gibbs… Oh, hey, Abs… I'm kinda busy here, Nudge… Okay. Good work, you two." Gibbs glared at the suspect as he shut his phone. "That was our forensics team. They found traces of cocaine on your pants."

Ah, got to love good old fashion police work, huh?

"Sure, I was dealing, but Sheila threatened to kill me! I believed her after what she did to Tom!" The man threw his hands up, backing away from the two fiercest glares on the planet.

"You knew she killed him, and you didn't tell anyone?" I asked.

"That makes you a bit of a coward, now, doesn't it Stanley?" Gibbs taunted.

Stanley's eyes narrowed. "I didn't have a choice! She would have killed me," he growled.

I leaned over the table, placing my narrowed eyes inches from his just long enough to freak him out. Then, I turned to the two-way mirror on the opposite wall. "We'll just see about that, won't we, Angel?" I called.

"Angel? Who's Angel?" Myers asked, eyes widening slightly.

"Our secret weapon," answered Gibbs. I smirked, mockingly waving my hands around and whispering "ooo".

Then, the door opened slowly, dramatically, and in entered our secret weapon. Her pink tutu and blonde curls bounced threateningly with every step her flowery pink converse took. Her little hand slammed down on the table. "Why'd you do it, dirt bag?"

Stanley, stunned, just stared. All he could do was open and close his mouth like a dying fish.

Angel held up a hand. "Don't answer that question. I know why you did it. But Tom was your brother, and Sheila killed him. And after all she put you through… you still…" she trailed off, glancing uncomfortably at me and Gibbs.

"What, Ange? What'd he do?" I asked, looking between Myers and the little girl.

The man was completely at a loss. "You all have lost your minds! How could this little girl possibly know anything? I've never seen her in my life!" he argued.

"Ha! You call us insane, when you…" she stopped herself again, blushing.

"What did I do, huh?" he pushed, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Max, please don't make me say it," she whined.

"What? Say what?" I asked, confused.

"Ya know… they… they did what you do… when you… when you're grown up and…" Angel stuttered awkwardly.

"Oh, for the sake of grilled cheese! He slept with the lady! She didn't have to threaten him because they were partners in crime!" Fang exclaimed as he stepped out of the corner where he'd disappeared.

"Oh," I said. Angel and I both blushed.

"How could you possibly have known that?" squeaked Stanley, standing from his chair. His face was bright red in either outrage or embarrassment. I was guessing a little bit of both.

I looked at Gibbs, thoroughly amused. "So, Gibbs, does that qualify as a confession?" I asked, smirking.

"I think a judge'll pass it," Gibbs replied.

The door opened again, and Tony's head poked in. "Hey, Boss, did Angel get it?" he asked. When Gibbs nodded, he came in and handcuffed Stanley. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court… blah, blah, blah. C'mon, Stan, we'll reunite you with your murderous girly-friend."

Laughter echoed through our dining room. The whole team, plus Director Shepherd—or Jenny, as I have come to refer to her—was gathered around the long wooden table in our home. I smiled. Home, I thought, knowing without a doubt that this was where I was supposed to be.

"Mommy, Daddy, Maxxie! Somebody's at the door!" announced Elizabeth from her high chair.

Alright, a couple parts of that statement could use some explaining. Firstly, "Mommy" and "Daddy" were what she, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel had taken to calling Tony and Ziva, who had somehow become our legal guardians. I suspected Jenny had pulled some strings. It sort of warmed my heart to think that the kids had finally gotten the parents they'd always hoped for. Secondly, among our dear little baby's plethora of powers lies clairvoyance. Yeah, talented kid, I know.

A second after Lizzy said this, the knocker fell loudly against the front door. I frowned. Every single person who knew of the existence of this safe house was either dead or sitting at the table with us. Or so we thought, anyway. Confused, I looked around to see that the majority of the family was also puzzled. Jenny, Gibbs, and Abby were smiling like they knew a secret.

"Hey, Max, can you get that?" asked Jenny innocently.

"What? No 'please'?" I responded sassily, just to be difficult.

"Oh, just get the door, kid. We arranged you a little surprise," Gibbs ordered.

Insanely curious, I stood and headed for the front door. When I opened the door, the sticky, hot summer air rushed into the cool house. But in that moment, I couldn't have cared less. On the front step, grinning like it was their job, stood two people I hadn't seen in over seven months.

"Mom! Ella!" I shouted, wrapping my arms around them. "How did you find us?"

"Special Agent Gibbs called us at the old safe house and told us where to find you," Mom explained.

"Is Nudge here? Iggy?" Ella asked excitedly. The three of them had become close in our time with my mom.

I laughed. "What? No love for your only biological sister?" I asked, pretending to be hurt.

Ella giggled in response. "Aw, I still love you, sister dear. I just love my friends more," she joked.

We all smiled. I led them inside, where they were introduced to our new family members and greeted by the old ones. Looking around at all of them, I thought about how crazy it was that this all started with an Eraser fight in a convenience store. It was funny, I thought, that that day the voice had told me that Gibbs' team would help us save the whole world. Which they did, I guess. But, mostly, they saved us.

Poof! Black and white picture settles on Max's smiling face.

A/N: Ahhh! The end of this story! That's so crazy! I've been writing this baby for years! This is my first completed multi-chapter fanfiction! Applause is welcome. Oh, and obviously, I decided to go straight for the epilogue. Sorry for those reviewers who wanted another chapter, but I just didn't have enough content for another one. It would have felt dragged-out and dry. But, anyway, there's going to be a sequel up before the end of this month, hopefully. For those of you out there groaning, thinking, "Jeezums, she squeezed as much as she could out of this story. How's she going to write a decent sequel?" Well, aren't you just party poopers? It's gonna be good, and a lot different from this one. It'll focus mainly on the Flock's lives after the fact. It won't be as much of an action story as a crime drama/characters figuring out who they really are fic. I mean, seriously, I can only resurrect Itex so many times before it starts to get old. Alright, well I'm totally rambling (this is probably the longest author's note I've ever written, like, in my life), so bye-bye! Don't forget to keep an eye out for the sequel to this story, Wings with Guns! Haha. I'm cool. Not really.