Tim McGee paced nervously around the office he knew all too well. It had been years since he had been up here and gotten reassigned by Director Vance, and since then he had gone everywhere from Agent Afloat to cyber crimes units. Now, 3 years later, the 41 year old had been called back by the new director of NCIS for yet another reassignment. He had no idea why he had to come all the way back to Washington to hear it instead of through MTAC like it was usually done, but it had been a long time since he had been home and he had a place to stay with his sister still in town.

The agent almost jumped as he heard the door behind him open and in came a well dressed woman with tanned skin, dark hair and three files tucked under his arm. This must be the new director everyone was talking about. Tim recognised her when he saw her though. He hadn't been up to the director's office much those days, but who could forget the secretary? Looked like Cynthia Sumner was moving up in the world, but then again when she had watched the others go through it who would be a better candidate?

The director walked past the agent before her and around the desk to the big chair that had once been occupied by great directors like Jenny Shepard and some other not so great ones, like Leon Vance. She gestured for Tim to take a seat. The agent before her hadn't changed a bit since the last time she had seen him. She wondered if he would be up to the task she was about to give to him. "Special Agent McGee welcome back" She said with a small smile.

Tim did as the director instructed him and took a seat in one of the chairs, still wondering why he had been called back. He didn't want to be rude or step on anyone's toes, but he had learned from his years with Gibbs that being blunt and getting right to the point was often the most effective way to go. "Thank you Director, but I wonder why it is you brought me all the way back here? You could have easily given me the orders through MTAC and I could be starting my new assignment today." Tim pointed out.

Cynthia was a little surprised in the agent before her. Back in the day the Agent McGee she had known would never rush a superior or tell them how to do their job like that. That was more of a Gibbs thing to do. It seemed the man's first team leader had rubbed off a bit on him. That was a good sign, she supposed, because he would need it for what she was about to ask him to do. "I guess its right down to the point. Congratulations Special Agent McGee you just got yourself a team leader position. We need someone who has the attitude and experience that comes from working with Agent Gibbs and your it" She explained to him proudly.

Tim's eyes widened at the news he was getting his own team. Sure he had been with Gibbs for years, but the two were very different men. He found himself more like Leon Vance than Gibbs. He knew Tony had his own team already stationed in Baltimore and Ziva had kind of disappeared off the radar when Gibbs retired and the team was split up again. "Thank you Director. I suppose those would be the files with the information on my team?" Tim asked his superior.

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief when McGee agreed to take on the job. "Yes these would be your new agents. Agent Stephanie Richardson, Agent Gregory Smith and Agent Alexandra Sylvester. They are all the best at what they do, but put them together and things can get a little bit wild down there." The director explained to the now Team Leader.

Tim beamed from ear to ear as he took the files from Cynthia's desk and made his way to the door. He was excited to see just what his team was made of. "Don't worry Director. Remember I had a year of dealing with DiNozzo and Kate, and then many more years with Tony and Ziva. I think I am about ready to handle anything they throw at me" Tim said confidently as he burst out of the office and onto the balcony that looked over all of the agents.

Cynthia sighed as she followed behind Tim. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. This team had 3 other Team leaders who they chewed up and then spit out. How was he going to be any different? It was worth a shot anyway.