AH!!!! I'm soo sorry! I meant to update sooner. I have no excuse and no one to blame but myself. Time just passed quicker than I thought. So, without futher ado, chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I have written so many of these things, I mught actually accidently put one in the book I'm writing... Where will I be then, without claim to my own story! That would be a tragedy!
Chapter 2
Arya Hasswari, formerly known as Ziva David, exited the building that housed the NCIS with a much darker attitude than the one she had when she walked in. Not only was she once again considered an outsider to the whole staff of NCIS, which she had already gone through and rectified before, but the man she had seen as a little brother was no longer recognizable in the man he was now!
Before coming, Arya had thought that, if she only had McGee by her side, being his usual sweet self, she could deal with being untrusted by the other agents. Now she wasn't so sure.
She was so deep in her thoughts as she pulled out of the compound in her rental car, Arya jumped when her phone began spouting the song Too Sexy. She didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was.
"Logan," She growled, "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off my phone? Stop changing my ring tone!"
The person on the other line, Logan, laughed nervously, "Woah, calm down, Arya! I would have thought that reuniting with Probie the Boy Wonder would have mellowed you out a bit!"
"There is no way I could be calmer after having met what our McGee turned into..." Arya impatiently dashed away the lone tear that had made its way down her cheek. There was no time for crying.
"Puh-lease, Arya! How different could Probie wan Kenobi be?" Logan sounded more sure this time, though he would never admit how the name he used to call his old friend sent a pang of regret through his heart.
"I cannot tell you how wrong you are, Logan. It's almost as if the Timothy McGee we knew then, and the one that exists now are two seperate people! Of you don't believe me, look him up on your precious computer."
Once the three people that made up most of Gibbs team had to disappear, so did their personalities. That meant that Gibbs and Ziva would have to mellow out. Unfortunately, that also meant that Tony's obsession with movies had to go, too.
After months of not being able to watch movies, mention movies, or quote movies, the poor man was going crazy. Ziva mentioned computers, and that was it. The man became addicted to the flexible code of technology. In the years they had been in hiding, Tony, now known as Logan Cale, became a master of hacking.
Arya heard the tell-tale clacking sound of Logan's computer, as he was probably hacking into the NCIS mainframe.
Moments later she heard a gasp.
"Oh, no! Arya, what have they done to him? What have we done to him?" Logan asked sorrowfully, as he scanned the contents of the folder. It began with the team, but that was only a small portion of the large file. McGee had been busy after they had left him alone.
Arya laughed bitterly. "You know, rumor has it that the famous author Thom E. Gemcity has died. And, in a way, he has. The part of McGee we knew has died, Logan. Maybe he died with the parts of us that made us who we were before, or maybe he died a slow and painful death that just began with us, prolonged by Ducky's death, and then passed away with Abbie's transfer. We'll never know..." She stopped when she hear a shs-ing sound on the line, and a totally different voice came on.
"Arya, we're coming there." There was no question who this was. Jack, even though he was ordered to mellow out, still held stubbornly to that edge on his personality.
"Jack, you can't. Apart, he might not catch on, but if you two come here, and he sees us together, things are going to click in that mind of his, and everything we worked for, everything we did, will have been for nothing." Arya argued, though she knew it was useless. There was no answer. Finally, after almost a half a minute of silence, she sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll prepare the guest rooms in my home for you."
"Good." Was the only answer she got, before the line went dead.
"This is going to be interesting." Arya muttered to herself as her car rumbled on, looking to the road ahead, in more ways then one.
Timothy McGee hated the women at his work. They were nosy and annoying, with a tendancy towards shrill noises when he so much as glanced their way.
He hated how they thought they knew him. Often he heard one of them commenting on what a 'tortured soul' he was, and how they would fix it if he would just let them.
Those times made him scoff. Those soft women didn't even know half of his pain.
At times like those, he loathed them, but there was no time that he resisted the urge to pull his gun more than mornings. At first, he was able to peacefully exercise in the gym at the NCIS facility, being deemed as 'cute, but not hot' to the women there. But, as soon as he started losing weight and changing his style, things started to change. The women were starting to notice him more, and at first it didn't bother him, until they began to almost stalk him. They would hang out by his things, batting their eyes at him and thrusting their chests in the way as he was reaching for his towel and water bottle. Finally, McGee gave up trying to ignore them, and started to avoid them, opting instead for a jog around the building every morning. It didn't take his 'devoted' group of followers long to realize what was happening, and they now congregated at the place where he left his things to wait for him, their stalkerish tendencies 'hidden' by the excuse of helping him, while they handed him his towel, water bottle, guns, and badge, which he had left at the front desk.
It was in this situation that Arya found him the next morning. He was accepting his water bottle from one of the stalk- er- ladies, as another began drying the sweat from his neck lovingly before he snatched the towel from her.
Arya couldn't help but giggle. To anyone who didn't know McGee, he looked almost blank, but Arya could somehow see the irritation hidden in the depths of his hazel eyes. It amused her that the situation the old Tony would have given his right arm to be in ticked McGee off. She bypassed the poor man's many admirers to catch up with the man as he walked through the doors to the building.
He walked straight to the desk, Arya at his heels, though he had yet to acknowledge her.
The woman standing at the desk was a naval officer, and oviously new. That didn't stop McGee from tearing into her.
"Why is it that every mornig, I leave my things to the care of those standing here at this desk, and every morning, someone has pocured my things, and hands them to me as I walk in the door?" He demanded, as the poor girl looked up from the ledger she was reading in shock. She didn't even have time to respond before the angry agent continued. "I trust all of you who are in this desk to watch my possesions until I come to get them, not to hand them away to any person who asks for them. What if the person you gave my guns to happened to be a terrorist?
"But, sir, the woman who asked for them had an agent's badge!" The girl exclaimed defensively. McGee just snorted.
"So did Agent Lee, who, it turned out, was a traitor." McGee said. The naval officer just looked confused.
"Who?" She asked, timidly. McGee just sighed in exasperation.
"If you want to know, look it up. But, for now, if I check my things into the front desk, I want to be the only one able to retrieve them. Is that clear?" He commanded. The girl nodded vigourously. "Good. Pass it on."
And with that, McGee slung his bag back over his shoulder, and walked towards the elevator, still not talking to Arya as she tagged along, still sad over the display she just witnessed.
If Jack thought he and Logan coming here was going to fix something, it looked like their job just got harder.
Ah hah! A whole chapter! Not my best work, but certainly not my worst. Can anyone guess where I got Tony's and Gibbs' alias'? Mega nerd points if you can! Of, and just to make it a bit easier, Gibbs' alias' whole name is Jack McNiel. Well, I hope you enjoyed. I have two other stories to work on! A bientot!