Okay, I know I promised this earlier, but I just couldn't get motivated enough. I hope y'all realized I was kidding about the one shot thing, else my summary would make no sense, would it? No? Okay then, ladies and germs, chapter 1! ^^

Disclaimer: (looks in pockets) Nope, no money. The person who owns NCIS would make lots of money, right? Which means I am not that person. (sigh)

Chapter 1

"Even with face reconstruction, he may recognize you, Agent David."

"McGee? I doubt it, Director. And it is Agent Haswari now, Arya Haswari."

"Arya Haswari? Not very imaginative are you? And, yes, I do mean Special Agent McGee. He's not how you remember him." Vance turned away from the sights the window of his office provided him, and towards the young woman on the other side of his desk.

"How bad could he be, Director, after all, this is Timmy we're talking about." The woman responded, not acting too worried.

"No, Agent Haswari, we may as well be talking about two different people here. After the... incident at Quantico, Agent McGee began to shut himself away from people, and the only two people he allowed in, well... Doctor Mallard succumbed to a grief stricken heart attack, as you know, and Abbey Scuito accepted a job with the Navy. They left him alone, and it changed him." Vance told her, but she still looked skeptical. He got an idea. "Maybe it's better that I show you. He'll remind you of someone." Pressing a button on the intercom on his desk, he waited.

"Yes, Director Vance?" The voice was female, garbled by the device.

"Miss Blake, please call Agent McGee and send him to my office." He instructed.

"Gladly, Director!" The voice was excited, and the woman once known as Ziva David raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"Agent McGee has gathered a bit of a... fan base since your departure. I think Miss Blake is the president, but I'm a bit afraid to ask." Vance explained, looking sheepish. Arya just laughed.

Moments later there was a knock at the oaken door, and the person on the oter side did not wait for the Director's responce to enter.

Arya did not know the man that slipped into the Director's office, but there was no way that it was Timothy McGee. Where McGee was a bit on the heavy side, with a terrible but endearing sense of fashion, this man was trim and fit, as displayed by his obviously tailored suit, which clung in all the right places, a dark suit over a white undershirt and a light green tie. His hair, which was buzzed close to his skull when she last saw him, now brushed the tops of his ears and collar. Hazel eyes, once warm and filled with trust, now were cold and hard, studying Arya like lasers.

"Agent McGee, meet Agent Arya Haswari, Ziva David's younger half-sister, and your new partner." Vance introduced her to a man she thought she could know everything about, but, Ziva realized wryly, she probably he no clue about him. This was not the Tim she remembered fondly.

"Agent Haswari. I suppose you get a lot of your looks from Deputy Director David. You look a lot like your sister. So you are to be assigned as my new babysitter." The man said, still looking her over. Vance made a sound of protest, but didn't say anything out loud. He couldn't very well argue with the man's blunt way of putting the truth.

"I wasn't aware you would need a babysitter, Agent McGee. I am here as your partner." Ziva answered, not letting her sadness at the loss of his innocence into her voice. It was her fault. All her fault.

Instead of responding, McGee turned to the Director. "I am aware you know of my position on this, but, nonetheless, I will make sure she doesn't murder the first person to insult her, just as I am sure you want her to keep me from sacrificing myself to the job. Director, if you will excuse me." Once again, not allowing Leon to respond, he turned to the very confused mossad agent. "Agent Haswari, I expect you bright and early tomorrow."

Without another word, McGee strode out of the office, ignoring the simpering gaze of the secretary, and leaving a resigned Director and mournful friend in his wake.

Yep, that's right people, I did worse than Gibbs-ify McGee, I super Gibbs- ified him! I'm stopping there because it's 11, and I have one paper to finish, and one paper to start. Hasta luego!