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Chapter 1

McGee's POV

When Tony snuck up on him, McGee had to fake a jump. He wondered what it would really feel like to have that sort of fear, but knew he'd probably never find out.

McGee was never afraid; it was another emotion they were taught not to feel.

Fear is a weakness, they'd said. Feel it and you shall die.

"Ha," Tony said. "I scared you."

"Don't do that," McGee said, playing along and acting as if he was really afraid.

"Aw, don't be such a baby, McGeek," Tony said, returning to his desk. "You have to learn not to show fear, it's a weakness you know."

Oh, you have no idea…

That's when Gibbs entered the room. "Grab your gear; we've got a case."

"Yes, Boss," they all sprang up and went to get their gear before following Gibbs to the elevator.

"Something wrong, McGee?" Gibbs asked, noticing McGee's expression.

"No, Boss," he said. He'd been thinking about back when they were deployed for missions at the Division. His first had been when he was eight; he'd killed over a hundred terrorists. They'd been no match for him or any of his unfeeling, impassive kind. They were human, and McGee's species was not. He had never even felt human, not until he was sixteen.

When he met Roslyn…

McGee gave his head a little shake.

She's dead, remember? Thinking about her will only inspire emotions of pain, ones that aren't physical and harder to suppress.

But McGee could do it, after all, he'd been trained since the moment he was born, and remembered all of it.

He'd lost his ability to express pain by the time he was two, quite early for his kind. The leaders of the Division had been so proud. Or at least, it seemed like pride, but perhaps they were just overjoyed to have members of his species who quit showing pain so early on.

And he meant members; there had been one other. Roslyn. Perhaps that is what drew them together.

When the elevator opened, they stepped out. McGee followed behind Gibbs, thinking back to the time where he'd follow behind the leaders of the facility, not caring where they were leading him, just knowing that he had to follow.

It had been all he knew, and old habits were hard to break.

Flashback

Following was a reflex almost. Whenever they told him to come, he did, whatever they told him to do, he did.

He had no will of his own, and he didn't even know it.

He'd just got back from a mission he was deployed in. He'd killed many there, but it had been orders. Tim was supposed to follow orders.

And now, now he was back in his cell, room as they called it. But, Tim had read about cells through his many lessons. This reminded him more of one of those, but despite being a member of the most intelligent species in the world, it still hadn't clicked that this was a prison.

Tim looked at his hand, and remembered killing the men when he'd lost his gun. He'd choked some of them, strangled them, ripped them apart, and even used the lightning coursing through his veins to destroy them in the most painful ways without even blinking, and still, he felt no remorse.

He didn't know how to feel remorse.

McGee was looking for DNA, as Gibbs had instructed him to, and he'd found some.

A deep red blood was on the floor, quite a small pool, and the warehouse was pitch black, but McGee could see it clearly with his night vision.

And the blood wasn't human, and it wasn't animal, he could tell by its scent.

It belonged to his kind.

AN: Dun, dun, dun. Well, I hope you guys liked this, I know I enjoyed writing it. For those of you wondering, McGee's species has these powers:

Control over either lightning OR fire OR ice/water

Super strength, speed, senses, resistance, stamina, etc.

Quicker healing, though not quite as quick as Claire's cellular regeneration on Heroes. They can heal smaller wounds within minutes, and larger ones that would be fatal to humans in about an hour or two. They do not die easily, believe me.

Super intelligence

I'll tell you if I decide to add anymore.

Well, thanks for reading.

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