Tim stretched out on the bed, enjoying a Sunday morning lie in. Tomorrow was his first day in his new job and he had already begun making changes. He had changed the seating arrangements of his staff, so that rather than looking at the backs of each others heads, they could actually see into another persons eyes when they spoke.

"Morning, coffee's waiting." Cassie was a very different person in Washington than Jacksonville. Rather than having to be forced out of bed, Tim woke up alone in bed, and Cassie normally half ready to go. "Let me know what you want to do for breakfast." With that Tim watched as she moved away again. Tim smiled to himself, knowing Cassie was really asking "Are you cooking or are we going out for breakfast?"

Tim climbed out of bed, opening the bedroom curtains, looking out of the view of Washington DC. Having enjoyed the view in Florida, Tim got a view of similar stature for his new place. The view over the city was amazing he thought, with the height of the tenth floor, the noise from the city was dulled considerably. Tim decided to make breakfast, knowing him and Cassie were meeting her dad and brother for a late lunch. He would have toast and some fruit, Cassie would be made an omelette, Tim planning on using some of the cheese left over from last night.

Making his way into the ensuite bathroom, Tim began planning his week, knowing he would have to get caught up on current missions and intelligence gathering. Like in the CTOC, he had meetings scheduled throughout the week, mainly to make sure that efforts weren't being duplicated. He just hoped that his choice was the right one, knowing he had disappointed a few people when he told the Director the position he had chosen.

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"Who on earth is visiting at this time? Tim, who did you invite over?" Cassie shouted from the kitchen.

"No one." The address was sealed in his personnel file, as per standard procedure, which had now encompassed Cassie as well. Tim moved into the kitchen, heading for the small screen which showed the front door. At the same time, his new cellphone, the highly encrypted Intelligence issued cellphone that very few people had the number to, began ringing. "This is not good." Tim wondered what was happening now. "Hello," not looking forward to the conversation.

"Agent McGee, Ben Oswold here. Please let in the DoN security agents, Michelle Danson and Robert Thomas. They are there to brief you and Agent Yates over your new security arrangements." The call ended as quickly as it had begun.

"We'll have to put a pin in breakfast," his eyes on the screen, reaching for the intercom button, "Badges and names please."

"Michelle Danson and Robert Thomas, DoN Security."

"Yeah, come on up." Tim looked at Cassie. "Think I'm about to get a security detail."

Ben Oswald was the head of Security for the Department of the Navy, responsible for the security of every ship, base and employee of the Navy and NCIS. Tim knew he had increased security, therefore increased risk, with the acceptance of his new role.

"Great, there goes my privacy." Cassie wasn't upset by this. If this kept Tim safe, she was all for it. "Better cover up, hadn't I?" Cassie teased.

"I like your outfit. Maybe they will to." Cassie was wearing Tims MIT t-shirt, and a pair of grey shorts. As much as Tim loved Cassie, he also fancied her something rotten, admiring her athletic physique that showed off in private.

"Yeah, but they will have to imagine." Cassie moved into the bedroom, planning on getting dressed. Tim felt more rebellious. He was in workout pants and a fitted T, they were interrupting his Sunday, so, his apartment, his rules.

Hearing the knock at the door, Tim went to open it, but first, grabbed his knife from the drawer in the kitchen, shouting from a distance,

"Who is it?"

"Danson and Thomas."

"Where you from?" Tim wanted to show them he cared about his personal security. This also gave him the time to open the safe and pull out his gun.

"DoN Security. You just spoke with our boss." Tim was more reassured, moving to the door, and checking through the eye spot. Seeing the two people from the camera, he opened the door, concealing his gun with the door.

"Badges and ID, please." Tim knew these people would be who they said they were, but they might just be testing him at this point. The two agents showed him their credentials, and Tim opened the door wider, allowing them entry to the apartment. Closing the door, Tim turned to face them, showing them the gun. "Don't need this now." He moved to put it back in the safe, calling for Cassie as he did so. "Cass, you coming out?" Cassie appeared with her back up, which she kept concealed in the bedroom. Tim couldn't help but tease the two Security personnel. "We careful enough for you?"

"So far, yes." Danson answered, Thomas moving to the windows, not to check the view outside, but to see who could into the apartment. "How many weapons are concealed in here?" She wasn't overly concerned with this review, knowing the history of the two agents.

"We each have a primary and a back up, along with a selection of knives in all the rooms." Tim had told Cassie what would change with his position, she had accepted it with no problems, so far.

"Excellent, so far, so good." Danson felt more relaxed already. "Agent McGee, your security in the building is fine. We know you can take care of yourself, and you, Agent Yates. However, we do ask that you allow us to install these new Sat Navs in your vehicles. Each day, a new route to work and home will be sent. This is to monitor you on your way there and back. Should you need to go anywhere, shopping, out for dinner, things like that, please program the destination into the Sat Nav. It will automatically update you with a route. We also have these for you." Passing over two personal panic buttons. "Press these, and a noise of two hundred decibels will go off. It will also alert DoN security to your precise location. If they are pressed by accident, again, do not move and wait for the agents to show up."

"What about our families? Do they need to be made aware of any of this?" Cassie knew Tims family was used to security, but hers wasn't.

"No, these are precautions, we have people in the same situation as yourselves, have been for years, and have never had to use the button. But better to have them and not need them" Danson started,

"Than need them and not have them." Finished Cassie. She had decided not to tell her father and brother about this, they would only tell her to end it with Tim before he got her killed. Cassie knew she had more chance of dying on the job than by being with Tim.

"Precisely. Any questions?" Danson had nothing more to go over with them.

"No, thank you," said Tim, wishing this wasn't necessary.

"Enjoy the rest of your day." With that Danson stood up, heading for the door, Thomas right behind her, not having said a word. Tim guessed he was remembering everything about the apartment, inside and out, analysing any weaknesses and strengths he could about the security of the place.

"You OK?" Tim asked Cassie when the door closed.

"Yeah, just fine. Think they knew about the cameras?" Tim had installed several pen cams throughout the kitchen, living and dining area, connected to a closed circuit feed, all recording and downloading to a laptop in the safe Tim had opened previously.

"If they did, I'll read about it in the report that will be on my desk in the morning." Tim wondered how many other reports would be there.

"Well, thats the joys of being you, Tim. I will be going over a drugs sting with the DEA all day tomorrow. I would offer to swap, but I don't love you that much." Cassie was smiling as she said this, her arms around Tims waist, standing in the morning sun coming in through the windows that separated the living room from the balcony.

"Good to know your love has limits," Tim teased back.

"Well, you wanted to be the Head of Intelligence at NCIS, not me."