NCIS Chapter 2.
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Chapter 2:
Ziva was in her apartment, she was sitting on her couch, waiting for her tea to finish brewing in the kitchen of hers, she rested her head on her hand, as she laid on the couch. For a moment she was looking out the window and thought she saw the reflection of her new boss, James Macpherson, but she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her and she closed her eyes to rid his image from the glass. When she opened them again, the man in the glass was no longer there. Signifying he was only in her imagination.
Her eyes were tired though, and were growing heavier by the second. At last she closed them and fell into a light sleep. Then, began to dream about none other, than James Macpherson. In the dream she was on a cold hard ground, her vision blurry and she realized she was on the ground in the ally, where she had cornered James before. But nobody else was there with her, she was alone, and felt so weak; a constant ringing was in her ears. Though suddenly she saw a dark figure, it stood over her body, dressed all in black, the face was blurry. The figure knelt down and it's face came into focus. It was the strong jawed dark haired, and perfectly groomed villain of her dreams and nightmares.
"Hello my Israeli goddess" James's voice had a smirk in it, and he then raised his hand. It held an object that looked like a tattoo gun. But she couldn't move, nor yell, but she almost felt like she didn't want to yell at him, scream, try and get away. The fear of unknowing loomed in the air, but she weakly looked at him from the cold wet ground. James smiled down to her and the tip of the tattoo gun began to glow a bright purple that seemed to stream into the air and move towards her. Her breathing became erratic as she felt the purple electricity began to move into a small cut that was on her neck. It made a very edgy pattern that was on her neck. Macpherson had a satisfied smile on his face and he leaned down after realsing the trigger on the gun and the purple disappeared from the air, but her skin still glowed on her neck of the pattern.
"Mine" was all Macpherson whispered before his lips then latched onto her new mark, his mark.
Ziva awoke with a start at the sound of her tea kettle whistling loudly, wishing for her to turn the burners that burned its poor bottom. Ziva held her hand for a moment as she then got up, ignoring the head rush the best she could. Her hand went to her neck and she looked into the mirror and saw nothing was there. A sigh of relief escaped her, and she went into the kitchen and then took the kettle off and turned off the burners, before pouring herself a cup.
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Things were getting strange at NCIS, everyone was on their toes, and nobody trusted Macpherson. And MacPherson seemed to have this amusement, he got from seeing the team so tense when he walked by. But James had not been feeling well. He felt more angry at the world around him more than normal. He felt a burning desire for Ziva David; constantly she was on his mind. And it almost seemed like he would not be able to hold out his hunger for her much longer. She was almost egging him on. For she was attracted to him, but afraid at the same time, afraid something bad, would come to the ones she loved if she could not contain her desires and lust for the new director.
Tony was sitting on his desk he had his arms crossed across his chest, he was looking to Ziva, wondering in his mind why she had not called him, or talked to him hardly at all lately. He also noticed how her shirts were becoming lower, and revealing more of her cleavage. And her dress apparel in general was becoming sexier, instead of her normal, ready for action. She was wearing a pencil skirt today it was black, along with her black high heels and a white blouse, that made her breasts nearly pop out from her shirt. Tony then had another thought accure to him. He didn't see a gun on her hip, only her badge and ID was there. He then began to slowly move his body to the side, to see if he could see upside her skirt, more than trying to find her gun.
James had come from his office and was standing at the top of the stairs, his large hands gripped tightly to the metal railing that his knuckles were white. The jealously of Tony's childish manors were making a certain beast in him claw at his mind. James did the only thing he could think of, he started down the stairs. If he didn't leave now, he would either kill Tony, or he would steal Ziva and make her his, weather she liked it or not. Quickly James went to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. His jaw set and his hands held one another calmly in front of his person. Ziva stood up and she wanted at James she had gotten a bad note about a report she had turned into him, and she went after him as he disappeared into the elevator. She stormed in just as the elevator doors closed