Running. That's all that mattered right now. I had to get away from them. If I didn't, then I would just get shipped back to MI6. If Yassen hadn't gotten caught when we first got here, I wouldn't even be in this mess. But since he did, I was now on the run from the police. And I doubt that they would believe the whole "I showed up at the crime scene by accident and I have no idea how I got this blood all over me" story. I sighed, I wasn't familiar with this town and that was probably going to get be caught, just like it did to Yassen.

Stop thinking about that Alex, just lose the cops and you should be fine. If you don't pay attention, you're going to run yourself into a dead-end.

I stopped, "Shit." Why did my conscience always know what was coming up? It warns you not to do something but it doesn't outright tell you what is going to happen of you do something.

"Put your hands up! You don't have anywhere to go!"

My eyes scanned the wall as they walked closer and I put my hands up. Might as well let them think I'm giving up. One cop put the muzzle of his gone against my neck while the other one stood off to the side. He's probably the new one, I thought, the backup in case the other cop makes a mistake. Well, they're both making a huge mistake right now.

I let him put his gun away and get out the handcuffs. I even let him take my left hand down and bring it towards the cuffs. What I didn't let him do was close the metal around my wrist.

Swinging around, I closed my right hand into a fist and hit the cop in the face. He didn't even have a chance to let go of my left hand before he was out and on his way to the ground. Shaking the cuff off, I turned to the other cop. He was looking at me with wide eyes. His gun was shaking as he brought it up. I smirked and slowly stalked towards him.

"D-Don't come any closer. If you do then I-I'll have to shoot." He stuttered.

I grabbed the muzzle of the gun and put it right over the bullet hole that I already had in my chest. "You say you're going to shot yet your guns quakes in your hands. I doubt you could pull the trigger. I'm just a child."

"You're a monster in a child's body."

Twisting the gun, I pulled it form his hands and pointed it at him. His eyes widened even more and I smiled. Deciding to let him live, I flipped the gun in my hand and brought my hand up above me. Bringing it down, I hit the cop on the head with his own gun. He crumpled and I threw the gun down on him. "You're probably right about me being a monster in a child's body but I haven't even killed anyone. At least, not yet anyways."

Turning away from the two unconscious bodies, I walked out of the dead-end alleyway and back onto the street. It was late so there weren't very many people out walking around. Putting my hands in my jean pockets, I walked down the street. I kept my head down just in case I happened to walk by someone that might be looking for me. In my tight, dark jeans and black V-neck shirt, anyone would think that I was a kid out looking for something to do on a Friday night.

Suddenly someone pulled up along the sidewalk. The sound of a window going down. Then, "Hey kid, can I ask you a question?"

I stopped and took a deep breath before turning. It was a cop car that had pulled up along side of me. "Sure, what is it?" I asked, keeping my American accent in check.

"I was wondering if you know this kid?" the cop asked, showing me a picture of myself. It looked like it had been taken shortly before I had hooked up with Yassen to get away from MI6.

"No, sorry. I don't know him."

"Have you seen him around anywhere by chance?"

"No sorry." I was just about to turn away when the cop gasped. "Don't move a muscle kid. You're coming with us."

I highly doubt that. "Sorry boys," I said, letting my accent come out. "But I don't want to." Turning on my heel, I ran. Again.

I heard the one cop get out of the car but the other one stayed inside. Great, now I have one following me on foot and in a car. Looking around, I saw a bunch of alleyways but I didn't know if any of them were dead-ends like the other one had been. If they were, I might be able to get over the wall, but if they weren't, then I might give the cop in the car time to go around and block me in. taking a chance, I ran done the next alley that I came to. This one was a dead-end. Yes! I yelled mentally. Speeding up, I calculated in my head how hard I would have to jump and hit the wall so that I would be able to make it over and not fall back onto the ground.

"Stop! You can't go anywhere, you're cornered!"

I smirked and jumped. Reaching up with my hands, I was able to hook them around the top and pull myself up. I heard the cop stop behind. He must not have thought I would be able to do this. Once I had pulled myself up enough, I hooked one of my legs over the wall and finished pulling myself up. I was just about top hop down from the top of the wall when I felt a stinging in my arm. Looking down I saw blood pouring out of my shoulder. He shot me! Without another thought, I jumped down and landed easily, quickly getting up and running down the alley and onto the road. Hopefully I can get away this time, but I need to find somewhere that I can fix my shoulder for the time being.

After a few random turns, I was sure that I had lost anyone that was trying to follow me. I ended up on a street that was lined with small two story houses. They look to be for singles or young couples that didn't have any kids. Most of them looked like they had people in them but there were a few that didn't have any cars in the driveway or any lights on. I headed towards one of those. It was a gray house with very little decorations in the front yard. My guess was that it belonged to a bachelor.

Looking around, I made sure that there wasn't anyone out that would see me as I made my way into the backyard through the open gate. The backdoor was locked but I was able to unlock it quickly and slip inside. No sirens blared so there must not have been an alarm. I smiled, this was too easy.

After looking through the cupboards, I found a first aid kit and started cleaning the bullet wound. The bullet had gone all the way through so I didn't have to take to it out myself. After cleaning all the blood off, I saw that I would probably need stitches, but I couldn't go to a hospital. If I did, then I would get sent to the police and then get sent back to MI6 and that was something I didn't want to do. I had risked everything getting Yassen to get me away from there after I found out that he was still alive. I was just about to put the anesthetic on when I heard something, there were people outside.

"Shit."

Dropping the anesthetic, I crouched down and slowly made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room. The front blinds were closed so I didn't have to worry about anyone outside seeing me as I made my way to the stairs. I was halfway up the stairs when the all the doors to the house busted open. Hurrying up, I ran up the last of the stairs and down the hall. Opening the doors in the hall, I found a bedroom that looked out of the backyard. Looking out the window, I saw that there wasn't anyone in the yard. Guess I'm gonna have to jump and run for it, I thought. Hopefully my shoulder doesn't start bleeding again.

Opening the window, I stuck one leg out of it and was about to stick the other one out when I felt something behind me. I turned around to see a young man with light brown hair pointing a gun at me.

"Hey boss, I think I found your intruder!" he yelled into the hallway behind me. "Get away from the window and put your hands in the air, kid."

I nodded and did as he said, knowing that I didn't have a chance to jump out of the window now. Putting my hands in the air, I winced when my shoulder protested. My guess was that I was going to be bleeding again. Suddenly an older man with graying hair walked up behind the man. He was followed by another young man and a young woman. The man that was pointing the gun at me so that the older guy could get a good look at me, I'm guessing he was the "Boss" that the guy had mentioned.

"Why the hell did you break into my house? And why do you have a bullet hole in your shoulder?" he asked. He turned to the man that had found me, "Did you shoot the kid Tony?"

"No boss, I didn't shoot him. He already had that when I found him about to jump out the window." The man, Tony, said.

Boss nodded and took a step closer to me. He was looking me up and down, seeing if I was going to be a threat to him and his team or not. "Did you break in because you were trying to clean your bullet wound?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Who shot you?"

"A cop."

He raised an eyebrow, "Why did a cop shot you?"

"Because he was chasing me and I climbed over a wall."

"Why were you being chased by a cop?"

"Because I escaped from England and came over here to get away from MI6, who seem to have put a large sum of money up for whoever can return me to them."

"Why in the hell would MI6 want you? You're just a teenager."

I shrugged, "They blackmailed me into working for them after my uncle was assassinated. The only way I was able to get over here without getting caught was with the help of the assassin that killed my uncle."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Instead, he motioned me forward, "Come over here do I can check your wound."

I nodded and moved over slowly, not wanting the guy with the gun to think I was going to make a move. Once I was in front of the Boss, I put my hands down. I flinched when he started touching around he bullet wound. After a few minutes, he left go of my shoulder and started to walk out of the room and down the hall. "You started cleaning it up good but it started bleeding again when you went to go out the window. If you follow me, then we can figure out what I'm going to do with you while I patch you up." He said over his shoulder.

Okay, how do you like it? This just popped into my head the other day and I thought I would write it out since I didn't feel like writing my other stories. But I have not given up on them! I swear, I just need some time to get some ideas. Anyways, R&R plz!

~Cap't Mo~

P.S. What should happen to Alex? Stay with Gibbs or back to MI6?