It hasn't been a month (I also don't have a small metric ton of assignments to do)

So, here is the next chapter.

Crime scenes were not as interesting as some TV shows had portrayed them. Max had learnt that in Vegas. It was no different in London. Even with an obnoxious weirdo with a superiority complex that over shadowed most of the people she knew. That in itself was no easy feat.

Currently she was sitting on the same wall she had scraped Sherlock's face against, watching some of New Scotland Yard's finest miss the obvious. It was almost painful to watch. Sherlock himself was flouncing around dramatically, insulting people and claiming to know more than they did. He still insisted on making a song and dance about giving them the answers.

Around the body seemed a fair amount of vivid purple smudges, degraded to the point it could be a trick of the light. It probably wasn't that noticeable to the officers they weren't looking properly. The there was no colouring on the body but it would have been fairly easy to wash off if it was what Max suspected it was. She wandered over to the body and grabbed a nearby officers hand, planting it firmly over the array of purple blobs. The officers pulled back his hand in alarm.

"Should have been wearing gloves," she scolded looking where she had placed his hand. As she had expected, a purple handprint had appeared. "Ninhydrin. Interesting." Ninhydrin was a chemical that turned purple when reacting with primary and secondary amines, commonly found as sweat. It was used in forensics for finding fingerprints on surfaces that couldn't be dusted for the prints. If it had been used by NSY then some of it would still be on the body.

"What are you doing on my crime scene?" asked a man behind her, he was quite tall with greying hair, sort of reminded her of a more chronically stressed version of Gibbs.

"Incriminating one of your officers who wasn't wearing gloves and so has contaminated the evidence but provided you with the cause of death." The man looked at the officers, the bright purple palm and the matching handprint on the floor. She was quickly ushered out as officers swarmed to the find. Outside she found John waiting patiently and they were soon joined by Sherlock. The tall man had an unimpressed look on his face. Max wondered if he'd been building up to a grand reveal that she'd ruined.

She sat on a brick wall, almost revelling in the buzz of activity she was observing. Not that she herself wasn't being observed. Sherlock remained fixated on her which in turn was puzzling John.

"You're wrong." Sherlock said, his frown deepening. Max lilted her head in her own confusion, she was right, she knew she was right. It was obvious she had jumped to that conclusion so Sherlock felt the need to get in her personal space before explaining further. "You're right about the case but you as a person are just wrong, nothing about you makes sense." Max smirked a bit. She should have known.

"That's not exactly my problem is it?" On another day, with another person, she might have indulged them and let them ask but she knew of this man and he would keep digging until he was satisfied. This was sure to be fun. "Well this had been an experience but I need to be leaving, places to be, people to avoid." Max turned to head down the street only to notice a black car pulling up. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that told he this encounter wasn't over.

"Would you please stop hassling Miss Hakie?" requested the man who gracefully exited the car.

"Is she another one of your little agents in training?" Max idly wondered if he was referring to the cherubs. It was possible and of course if anyone found out about them it would be Sherlock.

"No, but I do need to borrow her."

"Then you could ask me nicely." Max rolled her eyes at the adults. The newcomer gestured to the open car door. Max rolled her eyes again but slid in, followed by the man.

"Agents Rho, your assistance is required in a matter of national security."

"Again?"

"I was assured you had fully healed from your mission in Australia. I was also informed you like being kept busy."

"My relationship with the British government isn't the best, too whiny and self-righteous." The man frowned.

"You have been assigned a team for this mission. I believe you already know Agent Rider." Max nodded. It would be interesting to see Alex again. "You also have a double-0 agent on your team. You three are the best England have." Max forced herself not to say that she wasn't England's to use whenever they wanted but she was already going to accept this. Alex had as much of a habit of getting into trouble as she did.

The car went quiet, apparently nothing more to say. Max was curious as to who she was dealing with but contented herself with sitting absolutely still.

It was about ten minutes later the man spoke again.

"I can see how my brother was confused by you." Max had no idea who his brother was.

"Good for him."

"Sherlock takes it as an insult if people can't easily be read." Ah, crazy guys brother. She had no idea how she'd missed that connection.

In a blank office three agents read through their assignments. Max was flipping through it seriously wondering who had thought this mission would be a good idea, let alone one that would work. Alex was reading through his at a slower pace picking out the details that could prove vital.

The third person in the room was observing the two other agents, he'd already skimmed the assignment and was curious as to why he was on a team, let alone a team with two kids. He'd managed to glimpse their files before the system had locked him out. Both were considered extremely dangerous, the girl more so than the boy.

"Sweet!" Max cheered, she'd found the best reason on this mission. It was at the historic Monaco race. She would be seeing some of Formula 1's heritage. She noticed the weird looks she was getting from the other occupants of the room. Alex was used to her crazy. Mister Bond, James Bond, however was still waiting for someone to come in and say it was all a joke.

His hope had faded when then boarded the flight to Monaco. They would be posing as a wealthy family, Bond was the father and Alex and Max were the kids. As part of the cover Bond's 'wife' had passed away to explain the absence and… At this point Max actually had no idea, she'd skimmed the cover story. She didn't plan on being around for too long, she would watch the mission fail then move on.

MI5 had a nice yacht waiting for them along with some very expensive outfits. Max was grumbling about the dresses and lack of weapon hiding spaces it gave her. Alex had taken great joy in teasing her, mocking her lack of femininity.

From the intel the target would be in the race, and likely partying after it. Bond was supposed to go in and be the distraction while Max and Alex retrieved the package.

The target: Tony Stark. The package: An Iron Man suit.

It was with great distaste Max got dressed for her part. The other two were fine, they could have nice casual stuff. But she had to look all girly. First, she'd henged to look older, and blonde to match the guys. It was so tempting to henge a smile on her face so she could scowl the whole time but it was too much effort and could easily trip her cover.

She'd picked the least obnoxious sundress, a nice pattern of blue swirls, it wasn't as long as she would have like but it was the best and least clingy. There were still a fair amount of weapons hidden on her person.

She wasn't sure how many she could access without accidently flashing and people nearby. At least she was a weapon herself. Still with the flashing everyone issue if she moved too much though. As a second thought Max shimmied into a pair of shorts. She also grabbed a nice floppy hat and some sunglasses and tried to walk gracefully onto the deck.

"Does your team know you're a girl?" Alex joked. Max scowled at him and gave up walking gracefully, she stomped off the boat and easily lost herself in the crowds gathering for the race.

It wasn't too hard to find a bar, a quick genjustu allowed her entry. Inside, as she had half expected, was the target himself. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.

"You look far too pretty to be drinking alone." And the target was hitting on her. Max gave a smile.

"Then would you care to join me?" Max offered politely, playing up her natural British accent while gesturing to the stool next to her. Stark took the seat and ordered his own drink as Max's arrived. She was so tempted to drain the whole thing but she forced herself to take dainty sips as she cast back to the seduction lessons she failed back at the academy. Her goal wasn't to sleep with him, just be vaguely friendly.

"Do you enjoy motorsports or are you here for other reasons?" Stark asked striking up conversation. Max gave a more genuine smile, from the conversation went smoothly.

Until a woman, with strawberry blonde hair interrupted them, nagging Tony about something. Max glared at the rude woman, assistant or not, interrupting like that was rude in all cultures. With a promise to meet up after the race Tony allowed himself to be escorted away by Miss Potts.

Max made sure to be in a place close to the track, she could feel in her gut something bad was going to happen.

On the fifth lap her gut did a victory dance as one of the marshal's walked onto the track, ripping of the top half of his overalls to reveal some sort of metal harness with what could be whips coming off each arm. They whips started crackling with electricity and the guy starting swinging them about.

Max's heart almost exploded when the first car got hit. Her eyes were impossibly wide when the second joined it. Then Tony's car got the same treatment. Max pushed through the crowd. Tony was unarmed and not protected from the whips. She could help but she couldn't afford to use anything out of the ordinary with so many people close together.

Finally she got to the drag and dashed onto the track. In one of her less sane moments she jumped onto the whip guys back and started pulling the harness. She didn't want to touch the whips, she's had one near death experience with similar and she didn't need a second. The guy tried to throw her off but she gripped on, she's already pulled the metal out of its shape in some hope it would do something. Apparently not. Killing him was not an option right now, not even near death. Too many witnesses and people would want to interrogate him, and steal his tech. Hindsight reminded her she should have henged first.

By this point backup had arrived for Tony as he kicked his briefcase which transformed into an Iron Man suit. The whip guy turned his focus back to Tony, Max wasn't doing too much damage and so was the lesser threat. In all fairness Max was a bit starstruck by the suit, it was very cool. Until the lightning whips wrapped around him.

Max realised she had to get serious. That suit was not going to hold up for long. She flipped over whip man while his hands were occupied holding Iron Man. Seeing the power source on the chest part of the harness Max ripped it out with her chakra enhanced strength. The harness lost all power. The whips fell off Iron Man who reflexively stepped back. Max was cockily tossing the power source into the air mockingly.

Stupid move really. It took her by surprise when a whip held her fast. Whip guy took the power source and placed it back into his harness, jiggling it a bit to get it to reconnect. Max had broken some of the bits, unfortunately not enough to permanently disable it. That was why the whips were powering up, the other had also been wrapped around her. Whip guy knew she could bend metal so was not taking the chance.

Max was panicking. She could see the build-up of electricity and it was scaring her. Her mind was subconsciously thinking back to that mission. The one where Yuri died for her. There was no saviour waiting here. She strained against the metal but it was wrapped too tightly.

She was shaking now. There was too much she still wanted to do. She could feel the sharp shock as the range of power started to get close to the coils around her.

Was this how she was to die?

There will be more Sherlock later. I had to add Bond after seeing Skyfall. Iron Man is awesome.

I also have a new project. I started it as a way to get out of my assignment induced writers block. It's Percy Jackson based with my usual mess about. Feel free to check it out.