I am so sorry for not posting a new chapter for so long please forgive me!

I am not going to give a bunch of excuses beyond school, other stories and everyday life.

Here's the next chapter

Hotel

"So what do we do now?" Tony asked, he was still trying to figure out a plausible explanation for how Ian Hunterson, a 19 year old kid, is working for the CIA.

"I stay out of the public eye for a little while for certain reasons and go back out to finish my current assignment." Ian replied.

"And what does that entail?" Vance asked, his mind racing on why this agent was so special and important to the CIA.

"I am not at liberty to tell you, besides, you wouldn't want to know."

"You killed a man saying it was your job," Ziva added.

"Yes I do have to kill people in my field of work, just like all of you," his eyes scanned over everyone in the room, knowing at least all of them have been in that position.

"You were told to kill Calloway, why?" Gibbs said catching onto ZIva's train of thought.

"He wasn't a good man, he had to be taken out." Ian said in monotone.

"Yet why send a 19 year old when CIA has a lot of other killers on call?" ZIva asked.

"I don't need to explain myself or CIA's reasoning to any of you. The less you know, the safer you all are."

"Are you even enlisted?" Gibbs asked looking Ian in the eye.

"Yes, I am." Ian answered not wavering from Gibbs's stare.

"Since you'll be staying here for an uncertain amount of time, would you like someone to collect your things and bring them here?" Vance asked.

"Actually, I think I should accompany whoever you choose to collect my things, there are a few belongings I have that require special handling," Ian replied.

"Ziva, DiNozzo; you will go with Hunterson to collect his belongings," Vance said to the agents.

"Yes, sir." they said and Ian followed them out of the room. Vance turned to McGee.

"McGee, find anything you can on him that you haven't already. There's a lot he's not telling us." Vance said and McGee left the room as well, leaving Gibbs and Vance alone. "What do you think?" he asked Gibbs.

"Lots of questions, acts like a soldier, thinks like a CIA field agent." Gibbs answered.

"Undercover?" Vance suggested.

"Probably, he's committed that's for sure. If he's suppose to kill people why go undercover?"

"Just more questions the longer he's here, keep me posted." Vance walks out and Gibbs is alone in the room.

"Why must you always drive like that?" Tony complained as they exited the car once Ziva parked.

"I see nothing wrong with my driving," Ziva protested.

"Neither did I," Ian supported and the two agents turned to look at him, confusing him, "I just agreed with her, why are you staring at me like that?"

"She drives like a maniac, she is worse than Gibbs!" Tony explained, Ian was slightly humored by Tony's exasperation.

"I'll take your word for it," Ian said as they entered the elevator.

"And only non normal people would find nothing wrong with her driving," Tony added.

"Considering that I've been enlisted since I was 16, I don't count myself as normal," Ian commented.

"Sorry," Tony said as the door opened.

"And you saying that would mean you don't think Gibbs is normal," Ian said as he walked down the hallway, Tony froze when he realized that and Ziva had to hold in her chuckle.

"Well, Gibbs may not be normal, but Gibbs is Gibbs." He said trying to catch up and save his ass, "You're not gonna tell boss I said that right?" he asked Ian and Ziva.

"Maybe, wait," Ian said stopping them in their tracks before they reached the door.

"What's wrong?" Ziva asked and Ian looked at the wall as if to use x-ray vision.

"Let me go in first," Ian said as he pulled a gun from an ankle holster, surprising the two agents, "then you follow me after, but be alert. You'll go left, I'll go right."

Tony and Ziva did as they were told and checked the kitchen and the bathroom, but before they confirmed it was all clear, two gunshots were heard from the last bedroom, Ian's and everything went dead silent.

In fear Ziva yelled out, "Ian!" then ran into the room. In the room they found two full-grown adults dead, both had one bullet to the heart.

"Over here." They turned to see Ian packing up his belongings, they heard him mumbling a string of curse words under his breath. "Why do I have such bad luck these days?" He asked rhetorically.

"What happened here?" Ziva asked, surveying the damage while avoiding the growing pools of blood.

"I came in, they were here, I shot them and now they're dead. Does that work for you?" Ian asked.

"How did you know?" Tony asked, there was no visible evidence of forced entry that he saw, so what did the Private see?

"That isn't what is important right now, Ziva you need to stay here while Tony and I go back to NCIS to straighten things out." Ian said as he put all his things by the door.

"And what gives you the authority to boss us around?" Tony asked and Ian turned to give him a cold glare, one that sent chills down his spine.

"They were here after me, and now I need to do damage control and you two are my liabilities so you have to do as I say."

Ziva was looking at the kill shots, "they didn't have a chance to shoot back," looking at the discarded guns.

"Didn't give them the chance, or all of us would be dead now. Let's go." Ian called out to Tony as he picked up his bags and walked out, not concerned at all if Tony was behind him or not.

"I need to talk to my boss," Ian said walking into the elevator with Tony close behind.

"You sure you're okay," Tony asked, Ian wouldn't let anyone check him over after they left Ziva at the hotel.

"Yes, I am fine. Not the first time that's happen."

"Seriously?" Tony asked surprised and Ian took out a contact lense.

"Very," he said in a cold tone the elevator dinged and the doors opened and Ian walked out.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked when he saw Ian head for the stairs.

"MTAC," Ian was up the stairs and Tony was close behind.

"You can't get in there without authorization," Tony called out but Ian wasn't listening. Ian stood outside the door waiting on Tony.

"Wanna bet?" He let the eye scanner scan his eye and the door opened. Ian entered the door quickly and Tony followed suit. Where they caught the midst of a conversation between Vance and Byrne.

"Look I can't tell you anything about him, Leon, it is highly classified." Byrne said over the video call.

"I appreciate the loyalty, Joe." Ian called out, catching Leon by surprise.

"How did you get in here? DiNozzo?!" Vance called out and Tony didn't know how to explain it. Tony was waving his hands stuttering about how Ian let himself in. Joe was staring at Ian curiously.

"Is that you?" Joe asked, Ian just looked really pissed now.

"Of course it is," He said with an angry british accent, surprising the agents in the room, Vance had the techies leave by this point. Ian was glaring at the screen and Joe tried not to quaver, Vance and Tony were doing the same even without it aimed at them.

"Wow," Joe chuckled nervously, "I couldn't have recognised you if it wasn't for your glare."

"For where your disguise team excels, your alias department lacks. Ian Alan Hunterson, seriously? Would've been more convenient to put a bullseye on my head! That's why Calloway had to be taken out before schedule." he said using his british accent Vance and Tony shared a look, not daring to interrupt this argument.

"I'm guessing an apology won't suffice?"

"You could start by making me a new identity. I've been compromised."

"What!?" Joe yelled out in shock.

"Had two Scorpions waiting for me at my hotel room."

"What happened?" Vance asked Tony quietly.

"Two men were at the room and he killed them with two bullets, Ziva stayed behind; Gibbs and McGee should be there by now," Tony replied.

"Why shouldn't we arrest him?" Vance asked a bit louder so Joe could hear.

"Two reasons," Ian answered, not taking his attention off the screen once, "1: they were assassins, and 2: I have immunity."

"Why not mention that earlier?" Vance asked looking between Joe and Ian.

"I was undercover, now that's blown out of the water. Joe here needs to actually do his job right for once."

"I said I was sorry for that transfer program incident," Joe apologized, confusing the NCIS team more.

"'Sorry' won't keep me safe here will it? It doesn't help after you let a sniper slip through your defences either."

"What?" Vance and DiNozzo said at the same time.

"Until my new alias is ready I will hang out here at NCIS and be a good little agent. Besides I can't continue my job until this cools down," Ian reported to Joe.

"It's your call Alex, please don't kill any of those agents at NCIS. And how did you get into MTAC?" Joe asked as an after thought.

"You're not the only American agency I've befriended," Ian smirked, and Joe raised an eyebrow.

"NSA?"

"Yep," Ian nodded and Joe shook his head.

"I don't need to know."

"Call me up when its ready, and you might as well have someone pick up the bodies at the hotel."

"Goodbye, Alex," Joe cut the feed and Alex turned to the NCIS director and agent who were staring at him.

"Who are you?" Vance asked, because he told them his name is Ian and Joe called him Alex.

"For the moment, I'm just an undercover agent for the CIA who really hates his current assignment," the teen answered.

"Why?" Tony asked.

"Too many complications so far, starting with my alias." Then Tony's phone rang.

"Hey Ziva, Ducky's there? Hey!-" Tony said as Ian took the phone out of his hand and put it to his own ear.

"Agent David?" Ian said in his american accent, "You need to bring those bodies straight to NCIS-they're under CIA jurisdiction now and you need to bring them for pick up. Thank you." Ian hung up the phone.

"That was rude," Tony stated as Ian handed his phone back.

"That was needed," Ian responded.

"Who were they?" Vance asked.

"Don't know?"

"You killed them," Vance retorted.

"I didn't have personal information, but I know their employer and mission."

"Which was?"

"To kill me or at least abduct me to torture me." He said that all too calmly as he looked at his phone.

"Let's wait for the rest of the team to show up before we keep questioning him, whoever he is." Tony intervened seeing the large blood vessel pulsing on Vance's forehead. The Director took a moment to calm down before speaking again.

"For protection you will stay with Gibbs's team until you can leave and do whatever job you were doing." Vance started to walk to the door.

"Fine by me," Ian said after Vance passed him and walks out of the door.

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3/18/15