*Disclaimer* All of Alias and it's characters belong to J. J. Abrams. We're just borrowing.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DRIVING!" she shouted as the shiny black car pulled out in front of her. She had slammed on the breaks, and was now breathing heavily. She glared and laid on the horn- even though it was a little too late. She sighed, and grumbled to herself. Stupid idiot drivers... How some people managed to get their licenses she'd NEVER know... ugh people could just be so- grrrr.

She lived in what had to be the smallest town in existence and more often then not people just zoomed through, paying absolutely no attention to the speed limit.

Ashley sighed and looked to her right. The once empty corner of the big intersection in town was under heavy construction. A new sheriff's office was being put it, looking far too new and shiny to fit in with the rest of the town. Men in orange vests and hard hats walked around carrying long metal beams and the sound of drilling filled the air.

She slowed the car to a stop as a big bobcat backed out into the road, holding a large scoop of gravel. Drumming her fingers on the wheel to the sound of some random hip-hop song on the radio she let out a snort of laughter as one of the workers dropped a beam on his foot and let out a yell of pain. His hard hat fell off as he hopped in place, swearing under his breath. He had short sandy colored hair, blue eyes and was wearing ratty jeans and a white sleeveless shirt under his orange vest. He looked tanned and muscular and well, was more gorgeous then most of the men that you happened to spot on Main Street.

He rubbed his foot ruefully when suddenly his gaze flicked up at Ashley. She froze- gripped the steering wheel tightly and immediately shifted her gaze to the big bobcat that was still holding up the traffic, cheeks heating, as embarrassment filled her- hoping that he didn't think she had been looking at him.

After a few more seconds the bobcat began to move back off of the road, and Ashley slowly started to let off the brakes. She chanced a furtive glance to the right back at the man- when suddenly something caught her eye. The black car- the one that had cut in front of her- was parked in the gas station parking lot, facing the construction site. She saw a man with short white/blonde hair, wearing a black pea coat and sunglasses and gloves step out of it, holding a- she did a double take, hitting the breaks again. The car behind her let out an annoyed honk but she hardly heard it.

Was he- he was! - Holding a rifle and pointing it at-

Her eyes widened and her gaze swung back to the construction sight- to the sandy haired man with the blue eyes- limping towards the bed of one of the pickup trucks that was parked there.

Ashley felt panic rising inside of her- she tired to scream- to warn the poor guy- but it got caught in her throat and all she could do was let out a horrified gurgle.

The sound of screeching tires filled the air and her head whipped around to see another black car, flying past the town hall and burning rubber. It took a sharp turn flying up on the curb by the gas station. In half a second, a man with short black hair, wearing all black jumped out, holding a handgun and firing three rounds at the blonde sniper.

There were screams, confusion, the sound of drilling stopped and construction workers and random people at the gas station ran and ducked for cover.

The worker with the blue eyes swore and crouched down by the tire of the pickup, looking around frantically for the source of the gunfire.

Ashley let out a loud shriek and ducked down low in her seat just barely peeking up over the steering wheel so she could see what was going on.

The blonde sniper dodged the bullets by ducking behind his car, He slipped back into the driver's seat, keeping low as the man with dark hair kept peppering the car with bullets in attempt to get the blonde man or at least- keep him from driving away.

The blonde man threw his car into drive- shooting straight forward over the curb that lined the gas station parking lot, and hightailing it out of town.

The man with the dark hair straightened slowly, raised a hand to the small device in his ear and muttered something quickly. He then raised his hands in the air and looked around at the terrified observers. "It's okay-' he called. "It's alright I'm CIA, it's okay."

Ashley thought she was going to have a heart attack. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. No freaking way… Here… CIA… on Main Street… She had just witnessed an assassination…. Well, okay, attempted assassination, but still!

People slowly started to come out of their hiding places, muttering to one another, looking shocked and scared.

The worker with the blue eyes slowly straightened, looking shocked- but not quite as shaken as everyone else. The dark haired agent saw him and walked straight towards him.

Ashley watched as the two men conversed in low voices, the one with blue eyes not looking happy at all to see the agent.

Ashley breathed deeply, her heart rate slowly returning to normal. She couldn't believe she had been that close to-

Loud gunshots shattered the silence once again. Everyone ducked and screamed for a second time.

Ashley ducked down in her seat again, looking around wildly for the new shooter but not seeing anything. She saw bullets slam everywhere, into the pavement, the gas station, the grass of the construction site- She screamed loudly as she felt one of them rip into the front side of her van.

The worker with blue eyes swore and ducked behind the pickup again as the agent crouched and raised his gun again, scanning quickly for the shooter.

Ashley was trying not to hyperventilate. Her mom was going to kill her!

The agent frowned and shouted, "Stay behind me!" to the blue-eyed worker, and ran forward.

If it was possible- Ashley's eyes widened even more. They were running right towards her! She quickly willed them to swerve, change directions, sprout wings and fly, anything but-

She let out a strangled noise as suddenly the agent appeared beside her. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take possession of your vehicle." He rattled quickly.

Ashley blinked rapidly. "-I-"

The man with blue eyes threw open the back door and flung him self into the seat. "Let's go!" he shouted.

The agent quickly opened the door as Ashley fumbled with her seat belt. He slid in, shoving her over to the passenger side as he did so. As soon as he slammed the door shut, the rain of bullets started to imbed themselves in it.

Ashley screamed again, and the agent stomped on the gas and threw the mini van into a U turn, speeding down the highway. He was shouting for back up and further instructions into his earpiece as he did so.

Ashley was clutching onto the side of the door for dear life, trying to remember how to breathe.

The worker with the blue eyes leaned forward between the two seats. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Uh…' the agent said as he was obviously receiving instructions from whoever was on the earpiece. Suddenly his eyes swung over to Ashley. "You!"

Ashley jumped, her eyes going even more wide as she looked at him- making her look like a scared deer, caught in the headlights.

The agent glanced back at the road. "Do you know some place out of the way we can go?" he asked quickly, turning to look at her again.

Both men stared at her, waiting for an answer.

Ashley swallowed. It painfully dislodged the horror in her throat that was stopping her voice. She had no idea what to tell the man so she stuttered out the first thing that came to her mind. "I- I don't know… my house…Kendra's-"

But the agent cut her off. "Perfect. Just tell me when to turn."

o o o o o

45 minutes later Ashley stood in her bathroom drying the cold water off of her face. She looked in the mirror. Never when she got up this morning had she imagined that she'd go through the most terrifying ordeal of her entire life, and have two strange men, one of them an agent for the CIA in her living room, locking doors and windows… "Securing the perimeter". She was going to have sooo much explaining to do when her family got home.

Her cell phone protested loudly from her jeans pocket. She frowned and pulled it out. Apparently Kendra had tried calling her twice, Lyd once.

She hung up the towel and then walked to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and quickly fired up her laptop, or " Toby" as she called it. She could still hear the agent talking into his earpiece in the living room.

Luckily both Kendra and Lyd were on Facebook. Before she could type anything, the chat two chat windows popped open.

Kendra: Hey

Lydia: hi Ash :)

Ashley sighed and quickly typed "Sorry I didn't get your call, something huge is happening right now- two guys are here so I can't stay online. "

She copied it and pasted it to both of her friends, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she waited for their response.

Two small blips sounded as they both responded at almost the exact same time.

Lydia: No problem. – ooooh cute guys? XD ;)

Kendra: Aren't you home alone? How scandalous!

Ashley rolled her eyes. Why did she have to have such weirdos for friends? She quickly wrote, "Haha- gotta go ttyl" and sent it to Lyd. She then clicked again on Kendra's tab, frowned and wrote. "Yeah, so can you please come over? It's important."

A small blip sounded Kendra's answer.

Kendra: Be right over.

This story is written by captainlyd and Alone in the Solitude of Texas. It started as a writing exercise and turned into a full out story. Please no rude comments about self insertion... we are well aware that it's there... that was sort of the entire point. Our goal was to be as true to the characters and ourselves as we could be, considering the humerous context of the story.

Thanks so much for reading, reviews are greatly appreciated!