In which I mysteriously become an expert on avoid FBI's top tracker

I'm awakened by a scream, and it feels like I jump 3 meters in the air. Evidently I do so too, as I find myself on the roof.

'Since when did I possess anything resembling elasticity?'

I peak over the top, and see a couple of men a few feet away from the fallen ones. I can only see their backs, but it's not hard to figure out their expressions. I slide down the roof a little bit, unwilling to look at the gory scene anymore.

My heads feels lighter, and I take a look around, seeing if I can discern anything more in the light of day. The weather is kind of foggy, yet it isn't obscuring the view, more like it can't decide between drizzle and fog. The ocean is open, with the odd boat here and there, and when I turn my head I can see the city behind me.

'And I still don't have a clue at where I am. I'm certainly not in Norway anymore, we don't have skyscrapers, but that don't give me anything. Meaning I have amnesia, and who knows how much of my memory is gone. And even if the men yesterday were arguing I couldn't pick out any words, but then again, given my condition that not so surprising, at the end I could barely stand upright.'

Which of course bring me back to yesterdays "events". 'Thank god for Bones. If I hadn't been watching that, I'd probably puked all over by now. But still, yesterday's going to be burned in my mind for a long time.'

As my mind wakes more up I start complementing the more serious matters.

'I need to find out where I am. Hopefully I'm somewhat close to a Norwegian Consulate, so I need to get there. They'd help me with getting home. Hopefully.'

Mu musings are cut short when I hear skidding brakes, and for a moment I'm certain the murderers are back. But when I peek over the top of the roof again I see police cars, no sirens but blinking lights, and I'm almost tempted to go down to them. Only thing that stops me is that I know they won't help me. I mean, come on, I look like a beggar, I'm unhealthily thin, and if I tell them about yesterday they'd probably lock me up, case closed. Their persona just oozes arrogance and supremacy. Talk about losers.

The uniforms walk around, setting up a tape, warding off the area, and I can't help but notice that none of them are looking for clues about the attackers. One of them talks in their walkie-talkie, and then they just stand there. 'Well, either they're idiots or newbies, but I would have thought they had procedures for this. To not let the trail get cold etc.'

I hear other cars near, and suddenly there's this truck pulling up, amongst others. Crime scene investigation. 'They speak English!'

People file out and appear to go amok with cameras, taking picture of everything. Talk about butter on the beef. 'Well, at least their doing something. Except for the poor newbie of course, who's too busy puking his guts up. I know I shouldn't be happy about that, but I still get some sort of sick satisfaction from knowing a professional puked while I didn't. '

After appearing to grow bored with the cameras, the CSI begin filing around, swatting what seems to be Q-tips and whatnot at different things.

And then yet more cars come. Black cars. And out steps people in suits. 'Okeeeeyyy…'

They seem important, by how everyone greets them. And they begin speaking, loud enough so I can hear them. 'Score!'

"I'm Agent Don Eppes. This is Agent Colby Granger and Agent David Sinclair. What have you got for us?"

"Two men, grotesquely killed. Appears to have been tortured. They're over there." The tech point towards the bodies. "We're collecting evidence, but so far we don't have anything on the attackers."

The one called Eppes nod, before he and his two suits friends walk over to the bodies. To their credit, none of the pukes, although I can see they're uncomfortable.

"Revenge killing?" the black one asks.

"No, the bodies are to, mauled for that. Revenge killings are often in the moment actions, they're explosive, filled with rage but not usually torture."

Two women seem to have materialised out of nowhere, although it could only be my lack of notice. The one who spoke, she with reddish brown hair is greeted warmer than the other, but it seems all the men are glad to have them there.

"Nikki, Megan, good to see you guys." Eppes clearly relaxes.

"Couldn't it be that the attacker wanted to hurt them?" Nikki asks. "I don't think they could have stayed calm or cold enough to do it." This time it's the other white man who answers. 'Colby?'

The one called Megan nods, and then they all huddle together to talk, unfortunately not loud enough for me to hear. 'Damn it. I was hoping for more clues as to where I am.'

My train thought is interrupted once again by yet another car, this one a pick-up. And out steps…

My heart rate sky rocks, and I'm sure I just turned into the colour of a ghost. Which completely baffles me. I've never even seen this guy before, yet I'm somehow more afraid of him than I've ever been before. 'Something must have happened during my memory loss. Perhaps I met him then.' Even as the thought flews through my head I know it's not true, I've never seen this man before.

The unknown man saunters up to the suits, and for a moment he just stand there, clearly amused at the fact that they don't seem to notice him. "Ahem".

Their heads snaps up. "Agent Edgerton!" The one called Nikki seems to have a personality change, as she smiles and drops a wink at the Edgerton-type. 'This is just me, but I don't think flirting right next to two bodies is how you get yourself laid…'

"Hey Ian, what brings you to LA?"

And my world stops, just like that.

'I'm in America!?'

I feel sick. Sure I knew I was probably quite a long way from home, but on the other side of the earth. And nowhere near a Consulate. I wanna cry. How on earth am I going to get home now? I have no money on me, my backpack with all my electronics, inclusive my computer and phones are gone, and I don't even have my retractable sticks for protection. 'Even if I'm perfectly capable of kicking butt without them.'

'I'm so screwed.'

While I was thinking the suits, and Edgerton, seems to have come to some sort of understanding, as Edgerton begins circling the crime scene. And I can't help but notice that he's not quite the same as the others.

'In one way, he seems more dangerous. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something about him that the others don't have. Yes, I think he's the most handsome of them all, but it's not the looks. Something it just not right. It seems like I should have known what it is; as if it's on the tip of my tongue, but for the life of me I can't remember. Since I can't remember I can only conclude with that whenever I came into this knowledge, it was in the time I can't remember. Oh, why did I have to get amnesia of all things!?'

"Don, over here!"

The shout comes from almost right below me, and it's just pure luck that I don't make any sound.

"What is it Ian?"

"Someone was here." Edgerton sounds grim, and I can't help but be a little relived that at least it doesn't seem like he is completely cruel.

"You mean a witness?" The man they call Eppes sound like he's both hopeful and disgusted.

"Yea, I think so. Given the weather and place it difficult to tell, but everything dictates she sat here."

"She?". Now Eppes really sound disgusted. 'He has something against my gender?' I can feel my hackles rise, and have to remember to keep it down lest I give away my position.

"You see this print. It's a bare foot, probably size 8, and it seems kind of, delicate. A man's foot would have been wider." Edgerton sound so sure, I start to wonder whether he knows I'm up here.

"Can you track it?"

"It seems like the tracks end here, but I'll backtrack and see if she wandered off."

"Okey, get Colby and give me a call if you find her." Eppes voice has some sort of finality to it, and I can't help but wonder if he's actually in charge.

"Ok. But Don, there's something you should know. It's the reason I'm here in the first place. The two victims, they're FBI."

"What!?" Eppes sound floored, like the thought never crossed his mind.

"They were working undercover, getting on a trail of a drug lord who's recently relocated himself here. I was working on a few leads when I heard of the murders and came here." Edgerton's voice is tight, as if he feels strongly on the subject, but don't want to show his emotions.

"OK Ian, you'll have to brief us once we get back to the office, but right now it's more important we find this girl." The voice of the one I believe to be AIC(Agent in charge) sound like steel and anger, and I shiver, trying to make myself smaller even if I know they can't see me.

I hear two sets of footsteps leave, and a minute later two sets return and pass by, heading in the direction I came from yesterday. 'If there's ever a time for disappearing quietly it's now.' I slowly look over the edge of the roof, to see if anyone is near, and when the coast is clear, I slip down as noiselessly as I can. 'Thank god I'm not that clumsy.' I edge away, towards the city, the only thing on my mind being getting as far away from this scene and its people. There is no straight way into centrum, rather a lot of crosses and alleys. I walk slowly, trying to keep an eye and an ear out for other people, especially the dangerous Edgerton guy. From the feeling I got earlier, I really don't want to ever be alone with that guy.

But alas, it seems like someone really hates me up there. I've just gotten out of sight when I hear a clink to the left. I spin around and there they stand. "Stop! FBI!" The suit, Colby?, shouts, just as I spin back and break into a run. 'Screw manners!'

I run without any destination in mind, mindlessly fleeing like a rabbit chased by a wolf. I can hear the pursuers behind me, and I'm certain it's only a matter of time before one of them catches me, as my condition is terrible. 'Or rather, which condition. It's hard to be terrible at something you don't have…'

But they don't catch me. And suddenly I'm in the city, and there's a shopping mall to the left. 'It'll be harder to catch me amongst a stream of others.' I turn and hightail it inside, trying not to make anyone notice me, although I wouldn't be too hard to pick out given my dirty clothes. 'Now it's actually good I'm a wallflower.' The thought comes suddenly, and I almost break down in laughter, but this is not the time to get hysterical.

I chance a look behind me, and when I don't see any of them, I slow down. I slip into a clothes store, hiding behind the mannequins in a corner, trying to figure out what on earth I'm going to do.

'What would they expect me to do? Leave or stay? Or will they simply call for back-up, surrounding the mall and catch me when I have to leave anyway?' The thoughts zoom around inside my head as I try to get my bearings. 'I've got to do something! But what?' I'm just about to leave my hiding spot when Edgerton comes into the shop. 'Shit!' I press myself into the corner, hoping he won't notice me. He talks to the shop attendant, looks around the shop, and then strides out again. I wait for a few minutes before I sneak out, keeping a vigil watch for suits and creepy people. I slowly backtrack, imagining they don't think me so stupid as to walk out the same way I came in. I see the entrance just as I see the black woman from the harbour, Nikki? She's looking around her, but in such a way I know I'll get past her if I just think. And then my guardian angel arrives. In the form of a couple with what appears to be a double bed on their trolley. 'Jackpot!'

I sneak past and when I'm out, I trek farther into the city, trying to keep to the shadows, and it seems like it helps. No one seems to notice me. I'm wrong. Two arms shoot out of nowhere, and suddenly I'm hugged from behind. Over the arms. 'Seems someone doesn't want me to get away. Shame he underestimates me. 'My evil snigger is interrupted by a voice I hoped I'd never hear again.

"You gave good, but not good enough to lose me." Edgerton's behind me, and this time I whimper, certain I'm about to die. Then my training kicks in, and suddenly it's Edgerton who's making the noise, shouting in surprise as I toss him over my right leg. I don't stay to think of how on earth I managed that, opting for running like hell instead.

After what feels like an eternity I finally slow down. I have no clue what so ever about where I am, but I feel like I'll be fine as long as it's nowhere near Edgerton. The houses around me aren't too shabby, and I soon find a small and warm place I can hide in. 'I'll think of what to do tomorrow.'