Sorry about the chapters and all of the deleting and reloading and crap. I wanted to fix one single word, but it wouldn't let me. But, before you say I am a perfectionist, let me tell you that that word, it makes a VERY big impact on this story. It is a word of life or death. Right now, its death!

This is the very last update,

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AVPM! AVPS! STARSHIP! STARKID!

Now, back to your regularly scheduled fanfic.

For a while.

Did I scare you? I hope so! Probably no though. Dam…sel, yeah damsel! I… I was hoping you… would be like a damsel! (Yes! Close one but no cigar!) I would like to go to the dam restroom. Order some dam fries. And a dam cheeseburger. Or a dam burrito! Hahaha! I love Percy Jackson! What about Thirst? Any of yall like Sita? How about Mark? I don't like him. I really don't like the fact that Sita dies and is now in Teri's (or Terri's I dunno) body. Oh! You haven't read the fourth one? Well, sorry! My bad! But, I have only read half of it! Or maybe only a quarter. Who cares? I'll do it later.

Fang POV

I get suspicious, "Why do I have to go to D.C.?"

The African American one responds, "Our other branch of NCIS over there has done research on Maximum Ride, and found you along with it. Apparently, you are her adopted brother and your parents are missionaries. We gathered this information from the FBI. But, when we did further research in the Navy, we saw that you are nothing but kids who grew up together in a lab and you have wings and Dr. Valencia Martinez is Max's mom. I assume the latter is true, yes?"

I am shocked by how much he knows, but I don't let it show on my face. Strong till the end, right? I sure hope this isn't the end. "Why have you researched Max?"

He responds, "We didn't, they did. They didn't tell us anything, only that we have to get you to D.C. as fast as possible."

This can't be good. "Is someone hurt?"

He sighs, "We don't know for sure, only they do. You could find out if you drove there with us."

I shake my head, "No driving. I'll fly."

He sighs again, "Fine. Just go."

I am off. This really isn't good. The only way NCIS would investigate Max would be if they knew she existed. And if they knew she existed, why would they research her? I take back my earlier comment about Max never going to D.C. What happened to you Max?

Angel POV

I am annoyingly woken up by the stupid sun. Why does it insist on shining in my eyes? Out of habit, I sweep the house with my mind, just to make sure all of the flock is here, or that unwanted people are not here. Everything is normal, until I get to Max's room. She isn't there. That shouldn't be anything to worry about. She often isn't here when I wake up. What does worry me though, is Fang is gone. He is never gone when I wake up. Maybe once or twice but not till this late. If he ever goes out, he is always back by at least 5 A.M. If you are wondering how I know this, I have the occasional insomnia, thank you very much. I go out into the kitchen to find Iggy cooking breakfast.

I say groggily, "Couldn't sleep?"

He replies, "Hey Angel, nah I couldn't. But there's nothin' like cooking to wake you up in the morning."

We chuckle. I ask, "Hey, have you by any chance seen Fang? I wanted to ask him if he had any more of those flying moves he learned from the hawks."

Iggy stares straight at me, how can he do that? He says, "Nope, sorry."

Hmmm. Interesting.

My POV

We all wish don't we? Some may wish we had a billion dollars, some may wish for their dog to come home, some may wish for more wishes. Me? I wish that I had actually blacked out instead of Dinozzo's tie smacking me in the face. Oh well, life gives you lemons, and you squirt lemon juice in an Eraser's eye, right? Well, with this lemon, the falling, I just don't know what to do. Dinozzo tries to get underneath me to protect me, but I have my iron grip on him. I cannot let him get hurt, or any of my beloved NCIS agents. I clench my teeth, squeeze my eyes closed, and prepare for death. I see my life flashing before my eyes. Too bad it was so fast I couldn't even see it. It feels like an eternity, but, too soon, we hit the ground. Pain, like never known to me, or anyone else, surges through every atom, every fiber, of my being. So this is what death feels like. I'm just glad you only die once.

Tony POV

As we stand on the roof, suddenly Max yells, "WATCH THIS!" and starts running.

We all run after her, but she is too fast. Soon, she has made it to the edge. Oh gosh, she said she wasn't suicidal! She jumps, time slows. I see her fall. We all run to the edge of the building, watching her fall. I am a ways away from my coworkers, but it is crowded over there. I realize that no one down there, on the streets, would probably be able to catch her. Time speeds back up again. She is about halfway down when, WHOOSH! Wings. I am dumbstruck. So that's why she said she flew up to the roof. My mouth fell open so far, I could have touched the ground. This, it wasn't, it couldn't, be possible! She swoops back up, takes a look at us, and grins. She wanted us to be shocked. Then, as if she wasn't satisfied with our reactions, she just has to go and swoops down on us, just above our heads. I look to the left and see that McGee is struggling to hold up a passed out Abby. Hehe, sucks for hi- "HIT THE DECK!" I hear.

My first reaction is to squat and cover my head. I know that hit the deck means lie flat on the ground, but I was never good at following, or remembering, directions. I feel Max wrapping herself around me in a bear hug. She is using her wings to shield my body, as well as her body. I begin to wonder why she has done this when I feel something slam into Max, which throws us both over the edge of the roof. I am utterly astonished as to how Max didn't scream when whatever it was hit her. It must have hit her hard. I hear flapping and realize that she is trying to pull us up. I also realize that I am still in my "hit the deck" position, and that Max is under me, so she would get squashed when we landed. I tried to adjust myself, but that girl has a grip like steel. Then, we land.

The sound of pure agony and pain she made is a sound that I will never forget.