James McPherson and Ziva David

The night was cold, and heavy pregnant clouds hung above the night air. A late falls chill hung there glooming over the city like an unwanted house guest. The ground was slick from the rain just minutes ago and the clacking of running footsteps echoed down the empty sidewalk. A man rushed down the street, looking behind him as he turned the corner. His black hair bounced a bit as he ran. Three agents ran after him. Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Ziva David and Timothy McGee.

As the man turned the corner he ran up and saw the new optical he faced. A big fence, which separated him from freedom. He put a hand in his pocket and let out a sigh of agrivation. He was older, the same as Gibbs, yet the gray was only showing a little on his head of thick hair. His jaw was square, and set.

Gibbs, Ziva and Tim all came around, guns pointed at him.

"Give it up McPherson! Nowhere to run!" Gibbs barked at the man, who was not facing them.

James McPherson slowly turned around, his eyes looked directly to Ziva, a smile crept onto his face. lifting his hand out from his pocket he had two tiny symbols. One attached to his fore finger, the other on his thumb. And before the three knew it. James crashed the tiny symbols together. It made a horrific sound to their ears, so bad that they fell to the ground in agony, and it made them all pass out from such pain.

James smirked and put the symbols away. For he then, in his expensive black Armani suit, began to slowly stalk around the three who were sprawled on the ground. Chuckling softly as he bent down to Ziva. His long fingers gently then moved some hair from her face and exposed her neck, and half of her beautiful face.

"Such beauty…" McPherson growled in desire for this woman, he chuckled a bit and then leaned down and pressed his lips against right temple. A few seconds he remained there, before he stood, and began back down the street, as if nothing had happened.

Five years later

The sudden death of Director Vance was so unexpected and crushing to the team. Gibbs was trying to stay emotionally detached. As normal, after Vance's death. The team felt as if a stake had been run through their hearts. It was 7:00 a.m. and the team would be meeting their new director. Considering, Gibbs turned the job down. Ziva was listening to her iPod, as she strutted down from the elevator, to her desk. She noticed how she was the last to arrive in the bull pin. Everyone was there, Including, Abby and Ducky. Ziva unplugged the little buds from her ears, and came in, unaware of today's events.

"Why is everyone here?" Ziva asked aloud, stopping at her desk to set her things down. Tim looked to her from over Tony's shoulder.

"Oh, new director!" Tim answered a bit happily.

"We're having a guessing game in sorts, to see who may be the next cracker of the whip." Ducky said in triumph.

Ziva raised a brow at the expression, but didn't spend too much time thinking on it. Looking over she saw Gibbs was at his desk, drinking coffee. Abigail was sitting on his lap. It would be their fourth year of marriage in three months. She was whispering into his ear, and made a faint smile appear on Gibbs's lips. Ziva was happy that they were happy with one another, and love each other so.

Then it grew silent, as they saw the door of the director's office open. And a familiar face appeared from inside it. Dressed in a black suit, and dress shirt, the man's blazer was unbuttoned. His hair was mainly black, with bits of gray and white in it. Ziva could not believe her eyes, as the new director bounded down the stairs, and strolled into the bull pin.

"I'm James McPherson…Your New Director" An almost sinister smile played on James's lips, as he left all the people in the bull pen, silent.

James chuckled low and pressed his tongue onto the inside of his cheek as both hands where in his pockets.

"Quite amazing, how things play out in life…" James said then he looked to Ziva for a moment and smiled before looking back to them all. "I hope we can come to understandings…and just get over it…Because you're going to, whether you like it or not" James said flat then he began off back to his office.

Ziva had felt a chill run down her spine when he had looked to her, she watched him leave and as soon as he was gone, she snapped out of her unexplained attraction towards the man and looked down to her key board.