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"Max. My name is Maximum Ride."
"Well Max, what can you tell me about Sub-Lieutenant Jonathan Blake?" Gibbs asked patiently.
I wasn't sure if I could trust him. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened the last time I had worked with federal agents, but I was pretty sure that it didn't end well. Plus, it seemed as if the lieutenant who had attacked me was on their side. They were investigating his murder, and I was the suspect, not the other way around. Instead I decided to play it dumb, "I've never heard of him."
Gibbs leaned forward, "Max, let's cut the crap. Where were you last night before coming here? What were you doing?"
I thought back but I couldn't remember. The last thing I remembered before waking up was Sub-Lieutenant Blake attacking me with a knife. "I don't know."
Gibbs sighed, "Ok, do you have any parents we can call?"
"I don't know." Quite honestly that was the truth. Why the heck couldn't I remember anything?
Gibbs frowned, "Where do you live?"
I shook my head, "I don't know."
"Max how old are you? When's your birthday?" Gibbs was looking worried along with slightly agitated.
I felt tears forming in my eyes and I tried blinking them away. I didn't want a total stranger seeing me cry. Heck I didn't even like the flock seeing me cry.
Wait a minute, what's the flock? What's wrong with me?
Gibbs lowered his voice and I could tell he was worried, "Max, how did you get your wings?"
I shook my head, "I don't know."
"Max, would you mind coming down with me to NCIS headquarters?" the tone in his voice suggested that I probably wouldn't have much of a choice.
"Am I in trouble?" I asked.
"I don't know. Why don't you come with me and we can find out?"
I didn't know what to do. I glanced at the window and figured I could probably pull an 'up and out' sort of thing, but Gibbs seemed to realize this too. He stood up and moved out of my way.
"Are you scared Max?" He stared at me with a look that I couldn't read.
I didn't want to tell him anything but somehow I found myself nodding, "Yes. Why don't I remember anything?"
Gibbs's face softened a little, "I don't know. But maybe if you came back to the NCIS headquarters with me we'd be able to sort everything out."
I studied his face expecting to see a hint of a lie, but as far as I could tell, he was telling the truth. "Alright. I'll come with you."
Gibbs gave me a small nod and stood up. "Good. Wait here with Special Agent McGee and I will go sign you out."
I nodded and Agent McGee walked in as Gibbs walked out. Agent McGee sat down in the seat that Agent Gibbs had previously occupied and watched me with a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face.
"So… Your name's Max?" he asked after a moment.
I nodded, "Yep. And yours is McGee."
He gave me a nice (if not kind of awkward) smile and held out his hand, "Special Agent McGee."
"You work for NCIS too then?" I asked.
He nodded, "Yea, I guess boss told you about us and what we do?"
I nodded, "Yea, you're investigating the death of that Navy guy." I noticed his gun, "Have you ever killed anyone with that?"
McGee's mouth opened for a moment when he saw me staring at his firearm. "Uh, well once. At first I thought it was a mistake because it was a Metro Police detective under cover, but he was doing some shady business and-" Gibbs came in and slapped him on the back of the head, effectively shutting him up.
"Ready to go Max?"
Hahaha no! I knew I really didn't have a choice though. And maybe they could help me… Haha, another joke; maybe pigs would fly…. That was probably a bad example, but still… At least I'd get out of this hospital. The smell was making me freak out.
Gibbs was watching me, "Max?"
"Yea, sorry, I'm ready." I stood up and instantly felt light-headed. Breathe Max. I opened my eyes and looked at Gibbs. "Did you say something?"
Gibbs looked at me and then McGee. "No."
I shook my head. Great, now I was hearing things… "Sorry, let's go."
McGee and Gibbs shared a look before leading me out to the parking lot. Gibbs sat in the driver's seat and McGee sat shotgun and I slid into the backseat and stared out the window as the Virginia scenery passed by.
It all looked slightly familiar but I wasn't sure why. I couldn't remember being here before now.
We were walking out of the elevator and into the bullpen a little less than a half-hour later. I was starving by then, but I didn't say anything. Yet.
Two other agents were working at their desks and arguing casually when we walked in.
"How can you not have seen that movie? Psycho's a classic! It's Alfred Hitchcock! He's one of the best directors of the mid 1900s!" A guy in what I would guess was late thirties, was arguing with a dark haired woman who sat in the desk across from his.
"Tony, you know that-"
"Hey! What do you two have for me?" Gibbs asked.
The movie-fanatic guy stood up and clicked a remote changing a large screen to one of the ID of the dead Navy guy. "Sub-Lieutenant Jonathan Blake. Thirty-eight years old. He was formally discharged from the Navy in 2005 under evidence of domestic violence and child abuse. He-" His eyes landed on me, "Uh, boss, you know a kid followed you here, right?"
"Yea DiNozzo I do." He turned to me, "Max, this is Special Agent DiNozzo, and that is Special Agent David."
Great more agents.
"Hey Max. You've seen Psycho right?"
Gibbs smacked him over the head. I had a funny feeling that he did that a lot. "DiNozzo knock it off. Why don't you take Max and get some take-out. I need to talk to Ducky."
Ok now I was confused. Why on Earth did Gibbs have to talk to a duck?
"Right on it boss." DiNozzo turned to McGee once Gibbs was gone, "You heard Gibbs, go take the kid and get some take-out."
The woman, Agent David, who had been silent up until now spoke, "Tony I'm pretty sure he told you to get it."
Tony glared at her, "Traitor. Fine, come on Max let's go get some food. Do you like Chinese?"
You're asking the girl who has eaten desert rat… Ew I had? Ugh this was going to take some getting used to, "I'm not picky."
Tony gave me a grin, "Great, let's go."
"Keep him in line Max." Agent David joked.
I sat shotgun next to Tony as he began pulling out of the NCIS parking lot. "So you're our witness huh?"
"I don't know."
Tony continued talking, "Did Gibbs interrogate you yet?"
Tony frowned but continued chatting, "So Max, what movies do you like?"
I thought for a moment and remembered seeing the movie The Titanic when we were living in Colorado. Nudge had forced us to watch it. It was the cheesiest movie I had ever see… Hold the phone, what the heck is a Nudge?
I groaned and Agent DiNozzo looked at me, "You okay Max?"
I nodded, "Yea peachy."
He caught the sarcasm in my voice, "You're probably just hungry. That hospital food isn't exactly the best." He parked the car and we walked into the take-out place. "Order whatever you want. It goes on the boss's bill."
I stared at the menu and everything looked so good. "I think I'll have the sesame beef, the twice-cooked duck, and, the Hunan chicken. Oh and a fortune cookie." I looked at Agent DiNozzo who was just gaping at me. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious.
DiNozzo finally spoke, "Uh Max, when I said order anything, I didn't exactly mean the whole menu. I think your eyes are a little bigger than you stomach."
"I burn calories really fast." I said with all honesty.
DiNozzo seemed to be debating whether or not to believe me but he eventually shrugged and gave in, "Okay, tell you what Max, you manage to eat all of that food, plus the fortune cookie, in one sitting, I'll pay you fifty bucks."
I shrugged, "Okay." Heck, free food plus fifty bucks? Yea I was kind of liking NCIS. Tony placed the NCIS team's orders and by the time we were in the car on the way back to NCIS headquarters, I was already halfway through my second take-out box.
Tony was more than impressed. "How do you do that? Just thinking about eating that much food makes me sick! And you're a beanpole! You must have one serious metabolism."
You have no freaking idea.