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Summary: When Vance decides to make a change to the NCIS team, it might turn out to be his biggest mistake that might end up costing two agents their lives from different respected areas of expertise.
Genres: Humor, Friendship, Angst, Drama, Crime, Hurt/Comfort, etc…
A/N: This is my first NCIS fanfiction and I hope you all will enjoy it. This takes place during season seven shortly after Ziva has become an actual NCIS agent. This story will contain spoilers from earlier seasons and season seven, so please read with caution if you didn't want to know of them? Feedback is supported since this only my second time writing a fanfiction that isn't anime/manga related and I think it will be the only one I will become to finishing. I'm not really sure if there are any pairings in this story yet, so if there becomes any pairings I will post it in a later chapter. Also, I'm not VERY good at the names of ships in the Navy, so I made up the name of this one below. XD;
I also researched information about the original character I will be introducing along with backgrounds (like New Mexico and Arizona). Please note that I am not perfect, so if the information seems out of the loop, I apologize.
Chapter One- Unexpected Plans
Thursday, NCIS Headquarters- 22:15 (10:15 PM)
Tim couldn't believe what was happening as Vance watched him clean up his desk, trying very hard not to break down and want to hit the new director himself. Did Vance wait until Gibbs and the rest of the team was gone from the building, even as Ducky and Palmer left for the weekend. He couldn't understand why things were going this way when Vance came down and talk to him…only about a transfer to a Navy Ship for the next six months and he didn't know much about after that. McGee was lost and confused, but was leaving at 6:00 AM the next morning. He noticed a photo of the recent Thanksgiving dinner they had at Ducky's house and another photo, one that was four years old…when he just was added to the team and when Kate was still alive. He placed them in the box and stared at Vance, taking one last look at office and looked at Vance, who was going to be escorting him out of the building. They walked into the elevator…until McGee flipped a switch and the elevator stopped, as he placed his box at his feet and looked Vance in the face.
"Why am I getting transferred?" Tim asked a hint of disgust in his voice.
"McGee, you are one hell of a good agent, but you are needed at the USS Amino," Vance replied, staring the young agent in the eyes.
"No, why all of a sudden? Without further notice and why…why me when there are other agents that can be transferred there?" McGee persisted, wanting an answer.
"McGee that is not for me to discuss with you" Vance answered coldly.
"Then…why am I being forced to go when everyone else is gone?" Tim asked, already knowing the answer. Vance simply turned away from him and switched the elevator back on. Vance was transferring him out when Gibbs wasn't around to stop him nor were the other two agents going to notify Gibbs to stop the change. McGee sighed and picked up the box that now held everything from his desk.
The elevator beeped to the bottom floor and before McGee stepped out, he commented towards Vance, "You also know I get seasick on ships." Vance had to smile at that, knowing McGee was making it harder for him to go than it was for Vance to suddenly change the agent's status and move him onto a ship.
"Well, take a lot of motion sickness medicine and pack your clothes tonight. I'll be by at your apartment at 0500 hours…Be ready. I'll have some people come by and move your things into a paid storage," the director stated, as McGee simply pretended not to hear him and put his things into his car.
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Driving home that evening was probably going to one of the last things McGee figured he would be doing in a long time coming back from NCIS. He stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered one last cup of coffee to drink as he packed his bags. He was tempted to pick up his house phone when he got there and call Gibbs…but remembering the director's orders, he didn't want to risk a chance on being forced to do something else than being on Navy ship for six months. He was going to take his computer and other things like that, but what bugged him the most what would become of his dog Jethro, which he now had for a while.
As he made it home, the first thing he did was pack his bags and he couldn't help but get that office visit to Vance out of his head…
Flashback-
"Agent McGee, effectively immediately, you have been transferred to the USS Amino," Vance said. For minutes, Tim couldn't even think of anything to say, hardly believing his ears.
"Director Vance, why?" He managed to choke out, but Vance seemed to ignore that question.
"Give me your cell phone as well. Agent Gibbs nor anyone involved with his team is going to know about this until tomorrow. You make any contact with anyone and you will be transferred to something worse than a Navy sailor ship," Vance warned, as he motioned for McGee to follow him out of the office.
End of the flashback-
Tim opened up his fridge and oddly enough, he looked at the time now showing on his clock. 1:02 AM…in less than four hours hell would begin for him. Would Vance get a replacement for him on the team? Of course…they got a lot of temporary agents that filled in for Ziva when she had been held captive for two months in Africa. He hated that he would be leaving without saying goodbye and most importantly, he felt like he hated Vance. Throwing his life out of whack completely as he was going to be out of being able to send his publisher any new chapters on his books or the fact that he was going to be on a ship, probably getting sick every five minutes…but it appeared Vance didn't care. Growling, he slammed the door shut on his fridge and went and laid down on his bed…setting his alarm for 4:30 AM.
As he laid in bed…maybe he did get to leave some form of goodbye. Vance WOULDN'T find out about what he did at least until he was on that ship. Maybe Vance still didn't know how to make keep a watchful eye if he was up in MTAC an hour after he told McGee he was being transferred out…
Friday, NCIS Headquarters- 0915 (9:15 AM)
Tony was the first to make it to NCIS and he had been there since almost eight that morning. Ziva and Abby walked in together around 8:05 and even Ducky beat Gibbs in this morning, when Gibbs arrived at 8:45 'because of traffic' he immediately was called up to Vance's office. Ziva and Tony began to wonder when McGee would show up. It wasn't like him to show up late, well at least not normally. Something was off this morning, as Tony felt himself getting a gut feeling even though he wasn't Gibbs.
"Ziva, did Abby tell you if McGee called her last night?" Tony asked her, as Ziva simply shook her head.
"No, because she stayed over at my house and we watched a movie called The Hill Have Eyes Two," Ziva replied, recalling the movie in her head. The look on Ziva's face made Tony smile, knowing that Abby had been able to get Ziva to watch a movie like that.
"That is odd though, Probie not being here and Gibbs having been talking with Vance for the past hour," Tony commented.
"Hey…has anyone seen Jethro?" Ducky walked into the area, followed by Abby with both of them having worried looks on their faces.
"No, he is up in MTAC with Vance," Tony replied, "Why?"
"Well…we think something has happened that is very bad…well not that bad…but bad enough that Gibbs might want to kill for. Or rather, not kill for but give that scary glare of his," Abby answered.
"True, yes. Gibbs talking with Vance is fish," Ziva added in.
"Fishy, Ziva. What do you mean Abs, Ducky?" Tony asked, glancing back and forth between the two.
"I went down to the lab today and noticed McGee had left me like ten Caf-Pows. Though, they weren't any good when I went to drink one of them," Abby answered.
"And I saw that McGee left me a copy of his favorite Mozart CD I had wanted for months," Ducky stated, "I think something is wrong…"
"Something is wrong," Gibbs' angry voice sounded as he walked by Abby and Ducky and sat down at his desk, as his entire team was now staring at him. No one dared to ask for several minutes before Abby finally decided to try.
"W-What is it, Gibbs?" She asked as she almost choked on her words it felt. All eyes were on him, as if they felt something was wrong…terribly wrong.
"Vance transferred McGee out this morning," Gibbs finally answered. Abby's draw dropped and began to pace around in circles trying to calm herself, while Ducky closed his eyes not daring to show any emotion. Tony dropped the pen he held in his hand and Ziva wasn't showing any emotion…trying to wonder why…
USS Amino-
Tim sighed as he forced down the motion sickness pills again for the first time within six hours. Though, he was now being led through the ship to help him find his way to his 'home' for the next six months. A small room that said 'NCIS' written across it, he dismissed the petty officer that led him down to the room. Feeling sick, he laid himself down on the bed, not bothering to place his things around the room yet…as sleep welcomed him.
NCIS Headquarters-
Vance watched as he noticed the team trying to work, at least the best of their ability. He sighed and noticed the empty desk that Timothy McGee should have been sitting at the current time and felt Gibbs coming up behind him, observing him with hate filled eyes, at least from what he could tell. That desk was going to be filled Monday morning, at least for the good of the agency he needed to get it filled to see why things were going wrong.
Gibbs meanwhile stood behind the director, trying his very best to come up with a reason for why…why did he transfer McGee out like this? Why on such short notice or without a chance to say goodbye at least? Vance knew that the young agent was needed here at NCIS and yet…he did it without Gibbs knowing. He didn't even know what ship McGee was on…
"Gibbs, don't you have work to be doing?" Vance asked.
"Not until I get an answer."
"McGee said the same thing. Take time to get readjusted without McGee, your new agent arrives Monday from Santa Fe, New Mexico," Vance simply replied.
"There is no military base in Santa Fe," Gibbs answered back, raising an eyebrow and walked off, sighing. What was Vance's true reason for transfer of Timothy McGee? And, who was going to the agent replacing him?
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A/N: Once again, this is my first NCIS fanfiction, so constructive reviews would be helpful. Thanks for reading and see you next time.