My POV

As I am flying, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. I whirl around prepared to fight… and Fang is hovering there with his hands up in surrender.

"Goddammit Fang! Why do you always have to do that?"

He responds innocently, "Do what, breathe?"

This reminds me of when we were still living in the E house in Colorado. He said the same thing. This brings tears to my eyes and I turn away as I realize that I only have a day to have more special memories like that, according to my expiration date. Fang puts his hand on my shoulder. I yank myself away and I start flying, fast. I push myself harder than I ever have before, trying to get away from the hell that is my life, and I reach what I believe is way over the sound barrier. When I stop, tears streaming down my face, I realize that I have just gone from Arizona to Washington D.C. in around five minutes. Cool. That will definitely come in handy. The flying and the new power has boosted my mood a bit, so I decide to land on a random roof. As I sit on the edge (A/N: and look out into space and be awed by the wonders I seeeeeeeee! Anyone get the reference? Anyone?) I look out above the whole city seeing the lights and the cars and the everything, I forget about all of my troubles… until an asshole decides to ruin my moment.

He yells, "Don't move! I am sending someone up to get you! We don't need another death on our hands!"

I laugh. This man thinks I am going to commit suicide. He is so clueless. "Whatever!" I yell back.

I hear footsteps on the roof and I turn around. There is a foreign looking woman and a man who is a bit on the chubby side, but not too bad, that are pointing guns at me.

I tell them with a look on my face that says 'WTH?', "You really think pointing your guns at someone who is standing on the edge of a building would encourage them to go towards you?"

The woman gets a strange look on her face as she realizes that I am right. I decide to play it safe and go with the people with the guns, after all they have guns. I'm not bullet proof. Just as I reach the man on the roof, I pass out. Typical me.

As I wake up, I am on a cold table. It feels like metal. I open my eyes and see an older man with a kind face staring down at me.

He says in a Scottish accent, "Ah, Jethro, the young girl is awake."

I sit up, and I immediately regret it. For some reason, the Voice decides to pay me a little visit. Could this really get any worse? I crumple into a ball, holding my head so tight that my fingers are white. I hiss from the pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to keep my head intact. I hear commotion around me, it sounds like there are now five people in the room. I sit in my position for around four minutes, and then slowly uncurl back into a sitting position as the pain fades away.

The foreign looking girl, I didn't notice she was in the room before, along with the chubbyish man and the man on the ground and a new man, asks me, "Are you alright?" She has an Israeli accent.

I reply, "Yeah, I get those major headaches from time to time."

The new man says, "That didn't look like it was a headache."

I shrug and say, "That is the best way to describe it. Oh wait, I got it. It was a skull splitting headache. Yeah that sums it up."

The chubbyish man speaks up, "What were you doing on our roof? How did you get there?"

I sigh and say carefully, "I was relaxing, looking at the city. I have a lot of stress in my life right now. I can't believe you guys thought I was going to kill myself! That was the funniest thing I had heard all day!"

The man named Jethro doesn't seem pleased with my answer. "You still didn't answer Special Agent McGee's other question, how did you get there?"

Damn, I was hoping he wouldn't ask that. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that."

Suddenly, all of the agents seem interested. As I swing my legs off of the steel table, I say, "Well, you see, it is kind of hard to explain. But, before I answer that, I need to know who I am giving my life story to."

Mystery man looks confused, "All we asked for was one simple question, not your life story."

Jethro smacks mystery man on the back of his head and answers, "NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I am Special Agent Leeroy Jethro Gibbs, the man who just spoke was Special Agent Anthony, or Tony, Dinozzo. The woman is Officer Ziva David, and the other man, as we said, is Special Agent Timothy, or Tim, McGee. The gentleman who was tending to you as you woke up is our M.E., Doctor Donald Mallard, or Ducky."

I scrunch up my eyebrows, "Why do you call him Ducky?"

Ducky gives a hearty chuckle and says, "Why, my dear, it is because a mallard is a type of duck!"

I smile. I trust these people, they do not give off 'Hey, I'm evil and am just pretending to be on your side so I can experiment on you!' vibes. So, I decide to tell them, bluntly, how I got on their roof, "Okay, I like you people. So, I will tell you how I got on the roof."

Tony snorts, probably thinking that they would have gotten it out of me anyways. I spin my head around, lock eyes with him, and give him a mini version of my Max glare. He flinches. Max score: 1.

I turn back around and then resume what I was saying, "I flew to the roof."

Ziva looks puzzled, "We did not hear any helicopters or planes."

I smirk, this is the fun part, "I know you didn't. How about this. You guys figure out how I got on the roof using my clue, that is what you do after all, try to figure out things."

A lady enters the room. She looks like… well, I guess she would be a goth person. Like Fang, but with a bit of color. Oh my gosh, Fang! I forgot all about him and the flock. Shit, what am I going to do? I wonder how fast I can get out of here?

"Hello? HELLO? Is something wrong?" Gibbs says.

I tell them, "Sorry, it's just when… who are you?" I point towards the goth lady.

"Abby." She replies.

"Abby walked in, it reminded me of my brother and then that reminded me of my family who are probably worried sick by now!" I say in a pathetic tone, trying to up my chances of them letting me go.

Gibbs, I think he is the leader, steps forward and says, "We will call them after you answer our question. We will not find it out ourselves if someone else already knows."

He is so stubborn! "Fine, but it is easier to show you than tell you. I can do that on the roof."

Abby says, "Hey! Is anybody going to fill me in here?"

McGee steps up to the plate and says, "We found her on the roof last night, she collapsed, she woke up a few minutes ago, she won't tell us how she got on the roof, and then you showed up."

Tony asks, "We keep on calling you she, surely you have a name?"

I reply, "Max, short for Maximum Ride, but if you call me Maxine, I will rip out your spine and beat you with it (A/N: There it is again!)."

He looks very disturbed by my comment and says, "Okay, got it. No Maxine."

Ziva walks over to Gibbs and whispers, "Should we let her on the roof? She could do something."

I roll my eyes and tell her, "I am not suicidal you know."

She turns around in a flash, a very puzzled look on her face, "How did you hear that? I was whispering on the other side of the room!"

"I will tell you if you let me show you how I got on the roof." I reply stubbornly.

Gibbs nods and he heads over to the elevator, and I head towards the stairs. I tell him, "I am definitely not good with confined places."

He shrugs and we all head up to the roof in the stairs. When we reach the roof, I yell, "WATCH THIS!" and start running. I run to the edge of the roof… and I jump.