Chapter 18

A/N: We will meet a new character today, his name is James Daren and I based him on James Bond. The good thing is that I will not use anything in the story that will require from you to see the movie.

What you need to know:

"M" is called the head of MI-6 (something like CIA)

"Q" is called the Quartermaster who is responsible for the technical part of the missions, he supplies the agents with guns, modifies cars into bulletproof or supplies them with first aid things.

"00 agents" is a division which has license to kill. To get this promotion you need to have to killings into your personal file.

There you go! I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

Title: Meet James Daren, a very dangerous poison.

Rating: T
Jenny was sitting in the new M's office in MI6 in London. She was feeling strange sitting in M's office, MI6 was one of the most powerful agencies in the world and their head was a woman, the first woman to have ever possessed this position. That made her feel warm, satisfied… a woman reaching the top of an agency, an armed federal agency, the first woman in Mi6's history to have ever reached the highest position.

"I am sorry I kept you waiting" M said.

"No problem Ma'am" Jenny replied smiling. She stood up and shake M's hand.

"Please take a seat" M said. She walked behind her desk and sat on her chair. Jenny looked at the woman in front of her as she sat on the chair on the other side of the desk. She took in M's appearance, she wasn't a young woman but at the same time she wasn't too old, she probably was around her late forties. Her hair were white, she had them cut short.

"I am sorry if my agents caused problems to your team agent Shepard but we didn't get any warning from your agency regarding your mission." M said looking through her papers one last time.

"I know ma'am that's because is a top secret mission, if briefing should happen it had to be face to face." Jenny said. Her voice lowered unconsciously even though she knew she was in a secure place just like it happened every time she was talking about the mission. This wasn't only about her life. She was holding other people's life in her hands as well.

"Understood" M said. "But now that we are face to face I want to be briefed"

"Of course" Jenny said relaxing back in her chair. She decided that she liked M, she liked her so much that if they didn't work for two different agencies in two different countries they could even be friends.

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James Daren was sitting outside M's office with Ziva David. He was a trained agent, an assassin but still the petite brunet in front of him made him feel as if she was posing a threat. He felt as if he was in a potential danger, a bomb that was going to explode at any time without a warning and he wasn't able to disarm it.

"Stop looking at me" she said. James noticed her accent, she wasn't from England, defiantly not form England, probably, well most likely not from America as well.

"I'm from Israel" she answered without taking her eyes from the magazine she was reading.

"How did you know what I was thinking of asking you?" he asked amused.

"In Mossad that becomes a part of who you are, you have to be aware of what the enemy is thinking." She explained finally lifting her eyes from the magazine.

"In Mossad huh? Well and do you think that I'm an enemy?" he asked. His pose was clearly more relaxed. He seemed to enjoy the conversation and almost, almost flirting with Ziva.

"Until my team leader tells me that you are not I will consider you as a threat to me, to my team, to my team leader, my team mates and to the mission, so therefore you are the enemy, but also you are highly amusing" she said leaning closer to Daren

"Amusing? Is that all you find me?" he asked. The flirtatious part of him was once again taking over his conversation with Ziva. Ziva David was an attractive woman, just the type he liked so it was normal for him to start flirting with her and hopefully to get her to sleep with him.

"Agent Daren, flirting will get you so far…" she said smiling seductively to him.

"With other women" her face hardened immediately as she leaned back to her chair leaving James speechless.

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Emily was listening to Jenny explaining the aspects of the mission, the problems and the dead ends they faced. She was drawn to the strange redhead in front of her for no other reason other than the fact that she remind her so much of herself when she first started her way to the top.

"So if I am not mistaken you would like an agent from MI-6 to work with you. Am I right?" Emily asked

"Sort of, basically we need an agent that will know his way around and that he won't be afraid to risk his head." Jenny's face was expressionless that was what draw Emily's attention. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't sad, on the verge of tears, angry, she wasn't anything… she was expressionless. It felt like she lost the ability to use her facial muscles.

"Well in that case agent Daren will help you." Emily said.

"Isn't he the one who arrested us?" Jenny asked, of course she knew that it was him, everyone knew Daren, and she kind of hoped that M will offer him. His fame was ahead of him already. He had no big kills on his file yet but it wasn't difficult to learn about the promising agent MI-6 got and was planning on promoting to a double 0 status agent. And obviously his fame wasn't just that. He seemed just a bit too alert, he was trained to be a double 0 agent, a killer, an assassin better than he was trained to be a simple secret agent and sure much better than he was trained for a simple field agent.

"Yes, it there any problem?" Emily asked, she hoped that there was no problem, she liked James but if he had caused another problem she would probably have to fire him, something that she didn't want to do.

"No, no problem at all!" Jenny said, it seemed as if her facial expressions returned back to normal because a small smile grazed her features. "I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't mistaken. That's all." Jenny said with a small smile barely gazing her features, even if it was small it was all Emily needed to see that beyond her similarities with the redhead woman the two of them were really different people. The had nothing in common. Her dark green eyes were hiding a lot of tears that she hadn't shed yet while hidding very well the tears she shed already. That made Emily respect a whole lot more…

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James was driving slowly looking around him to find the hotel M had told him to go. He was in a part of London that he wasn't going very often, actually the last time he came to that area was years ago and in the middle of the day.

"Where the heck is this Vistor Motel?" he asked himself. He was alone in the car and felt a bit crazy talking to it. Especially asking the car for something like he was waiting the answer. He took a turn and came face to face with an almost destroyed building. He could guess that it used to be a nice building, when it was used. Over the door he noticed a small sign "Vistor Motel, Since 1955" he felt a small flutter in his stomach, this was the motel he was searching for, why would M sent him in a building like that? Or even better why a team leader of an American agency would live in this rat hole? He reached for his gun and walked slowly to the door.

"You think he'll come in?" Ziva asked Kelly who was sitting by the window.

"Well he is walking in, right now actually." Kelly said smiling widely. After they left London the last time they were forced to sell their apartment due to possible information leakage. As soon as they returned to the city though they bought this crumpling motel, the workers left the outside of it the same but from the inside they restored the building to its old glory. Every time Ziva was walking in she could see herself in the walls of the motel. From the outside she was the same. Same brown, wild hair, same smile on her lips, same baggy and comfortable clothes. Inside thought she was a whole new person. She could laugh when and if she wanted to laugh. She was allowed to cry if she felt like it. She had feelings and most importantly she didn't believe a word her father told her anymore. His words are empty like a shell to her right now. That is probably the only thing she will never forgive him for. Everything he taught her seemed void right now. He destroyed every good memory she had of him. Her mother was right. She was always right.

Right for leaving him.

Right for taking her and Tali away.

Right for not wanting to have anything to do with him.

She was right. She just died early and didn't had the time to prove it.

"I think we should go to welcome him." Kelly said stopping Ziva's thoughts, she turned her head forcefully to her side.

"Yes… yes let's go." She got so sucked into her thoughts that she forgot where she was, she hoped Kelly hadn't noticed… but she did…

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James was at least shocked when he walked into the motel; the inside was completely different than the outside. The walls were pained into a deep red color and from the high sailing was hanging a crystal chandelier. The desk that used to be the reception desk now was used as a bar, with a full liquid cabinet next to it.

"Nice" he whispered under his breath.

"Nice seeing you again James." Ziva said as she was coming down the stairs. He turned his head and saw Ziva walking down the stairs with a stunning young redhead woman following her.

"She is Kelly Shepard, Jenny's daughter, she works for the FBI." Ziva introduced the two of them.

"Pleasure meeting you agent Shepard." James being the perfect gentleman took Kelly's hand and placed a soft kiss on it. Kelly smiled blushing a bit feeling flattered with the attention the handsome stranger was giving her.

"Pleasure to meet you too agent Daren." She said. Ziva could hear it in her voice that the young girl was trying to seduce James. She wasn't blaming her, James was an attractive man. His blonde hair, blue eyes and well shaped body could be attractive to any woman… too bad she liked the Mediterranean type of men…

He was intoxicating and everything on him worked like a charm for the women around him. He was intoxicating dangerous and of course he was leaving his latest victim before dawn.

Sources were reporting that he was by far one of the most promising agents MI-6 had seen here and years. His skills were phenomenal and that was all she had about him. No family names, no hometown, birth place, date of birth, previous occupations, long term relationships, noting. James Daren was born at 25 when he joined MI-6 everything else was erased. She thought again and again the possibility of using a cover id, an id made by the government to hide and protect his real information from enemies, but she couldn't get it why it was so hard to find it or why it was completely empty. Fake id's were difficult to find but they were giving you a full background.

This was probably his real name but who the heck was James Dare? Did anyone knew him?

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WASHINGTON D.C.- WHITE HOUSE-WEST WING- CHIEF OF STAFF'S OFFICE.

Alexander Wilson had just taken the job of deputy director of FBI and one of his main and first jobs was to get informed about the top secret operations of his agency run by the white house. He didn't even know that those kind of operations existed.

"Excuse me for keeping you waiting, the re-election campaign you see" Leo McGarry walked into his office. A nice man around his sixties, according to the rumors the president's best friend and closest advisor,

"No problem sir. I wasn't waiting long" he tried to be nice but he could feel that he came as stiff. He was stiff all the time.

"Good well on the matter in hands, the president is waiting for you to inform you."

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"Hello Mr. Wilson please sit down" President Bartlet told Alex. He took a deep breath he really was in Oval Office with the president of the United States this was all too surreal. "I've been informed that you spent a lot time in black ops, am I right?" Alex cleared his throat "Yes Sir. I've been overseeing black ops for the FBI for over eight years."

"I know son. Well are you familiar with CASE 3050?" The president lowered his face and coughed lightly, it was a fake cough he was not so comfortable talking about it.

"I haven't heard about it sir." Alex got a strange feeling a sort of breeze running down his spine, something in his gut telling him that this wasn't good, that probably it was for the best if he took his wife and Patrick, his son, and run, run as fast as he can as far away from D.C. as he can, but at the same time he was stuck, his curiosity getting the best of him, he was stuck on the sofa in the oval waiting to be briefed into a case that probably didn't want to be in.

"I wont be very long since it's reelection time and none of us has a lot of time. The lead agency is NCIS the agency in charge and in control of the information they receive and send is FBI, ten years ago it was noticed by the Clinton administration that we had some leaks within some agencies, at the time we were aware only for the CIA leak. Up until 1999 the homeland security gathered information about the matter and all tied down to the same three people: Anatoly Zhukov, Svetlana Chernitskaya and Rene Banoit. In case those names don't ring a bell the first two are assassins and the third one is an arms dealer. This case's target is to take them out of the market. They have a kill or capture clearance. Everyone that is a part of the team, which let me tell you it's expending day after day. Now this is all, you are due to return to your office and in exactly an hour afterwards you'll get the email with the instructions, welcome to the case Assistant Director Wilson"

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4 Months After

Meredith finished Med School and was forced to return to Seattle to take care of her mother who was admitted in a nursing home. She was accepter in Seattle Grace Hospital to do her internship as well.

Ziva left London the next day after meeting with James for Israel since she had orders from the Director of Mossad to join a new mission. She was terrified of it. What would that do to this case?

All the agencies seem to be retracting the forces they had on this case, which was one of Jenny's main concerns after hearing for Ziva and Paula's departures from active duty on the case.

Cyrus Beene is a political animal, monster even, that's what most of the people knowing him are calling him, he is very good at what he does, he knows that, everyone does.

"Miss Lee, I see a student with potential in you, I strongly believe though that politics is not you field of expertise. My opinion is that you should follow a career path in law enforcement, start from low, work in low profile agencies like the Coast Guard then move onto the NCIS, then the Homeland security then the secret service, and then if you can target higher. I am not kidding when I tell you that one day you might even be Supreme Court of justice. If you play your cards right you can do great things. Trust me, after all I DID found the 44th president of the United States." Michelle smiled as she folded the letter Professor Beene gave her on her last day in collage, he was right, politics wasn't her best, Law enforcement though, she could see herself working for a big agency, working in Homeland security or in Secret Service, or the pentagon and now she could see herself being a Supreme Court of justice. She liked the idea, she could do it. Only thing she had to do was to fixate on this target she had to set a plan and stick to it the best of her ability. This was her future she could feel it in her blood, she would be great, she'll write history.

"Excuse me miss? Are you Michelle Lee?"

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Re election. Such a simple world controlled the white house. Jed wanted to laugh. His journey, his legacy, his office, the oval office, all of this caused a pandemonium to the west wing. He wanted to laugh, Jed wanted to laugh, he was sitting in the oval office with all his aids around him talking about strategies and numbers, states and polls making it their life's targets to get him reelected and he wanted to laugh, this was ridiculous, plain and simple. He never accepted that his life would ever turn out this way, he never will accept it. He lost control of his life… is this what it means to be president?

He closed his eyes and when he finally opened them everyone was gone. Outside the grand windows was night, they left. "Tom, Hal will you come in please?" he said, the two young men walked in the office "Boys get the car ready I need to go out for a drink" he said. Tom looked at Hal who was frowning "Yes Sir" they answered. Jed often wondered in what kind of troubles they might get if someone superior knew that they helped him sneak out of the white house at night. He knew for sure Abbey will kill them.

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Jed finally could breath he was walking alone in a small park a little out of D.C. he was alone since Tom and Hal were monitoring him from afar. He saw a man sitting on a bench quite afar but he walked towards him. He seemed familiar but that man should be in California

"Governor Grant! Shouldn't you be in California?" Jed asked amused. The young man raised his head and watched the president sitting next to him.

"Oh boy, you're crying" Jed saying. Fitz smiled sadly.

"And I'm pathetic? I don't deserve to be a governor maybe?" Fitz turned his head on the other side taking a deep breath "I'm sorry Mr. President, don't bother with me"

"I've never had a son, I could, Abbey was pregnant few years back, lost it. We lost our son, early labor at 16 weeks. No chance of survival."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because we are all broken, I tell you something, you tell me something. Wait, Tom! Hal! Come here boys!" Tom and Hal walked closer and saw the stranger the president was talking to. "Mr. President, Governor"

"We're opening our hearts tonight. Sit down and tell us something!" Jed showed them the bench across the one he and Grant was sitting.

"I'll go first" Hal said "I… caught my wife cheating on me, last week. I'm not sure though if I am strong enough to file for divorce. Because she dropped me a bomb, that she's pregnant and that this was one time thing. I can't believe her, but if this baby is mine… I can't let my child grow up without me there. I want to be in the labor room, I want to wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers I want to go to the piano recitals or karate classes. I want to be a dad, but is it selfish that I want to find happiness for me?" Hal took a deep breath

"How far is she?" Fitz asked

"Four weeks Governor."

"Hal, it's Fitz, if we're going to shed our secrets here you can't call me governor."

"Ok, Fitz."

"Well, a DNA test will show. As soon as the baby is born order a DNA test and you'll know."

"Just 8 months from hell." Hal took a deep breath "You next Tom"

"Huh, I have a sister. Adoptive, sister, her name is Liv, Olivia she is, good; her father is fucked up jerk though, he left her mother and was disappearing for a long time. I am sensing she is hiding something from me. She never hides things from me not in the past at least. This was our rule, never lie to each other. She is distant, almost cold and I am trying to figure out why she is doing it. Why she is so distant. She won't talk to me." Tom run his hands through his hair in despair.

"Let her. She'll talk to you in her own terms." Fitz said.

"Yeah, she'll tell you when she is ready" Jed took a deep breath "I'm next right?" the three other men nodded their heads "Well, Abbey was pregnant six years ago, she was pregnant with a baby boy. He was born at 16 weeks, no chance of survival, it was early though and we managed to cover it up, of course we have our girls who are a blessing but our baby boy died before we even managed to hold him."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Hal said. He was shocked, this was a nightmare. With Penny pregnant this was defiantly his worst nightmare. Even if the baby wasn't his this was a nightmare.

"Well Grant now your turn."

"I… I don't love my wife; she was practically sold to me, well my father by her father. I don't love her, but I can't divorce her. She was tolerable at first, until Karen was born, then she turned insufferable. I discovered she cheats on me with numerous men, all of them powerful and strong and all of them helped along my political career, so practically my wife is a political whore, she even slept with my father!" The three men sat there still no one had the right words of advice for the man in front of them.

"Living a lie… it's, it's useless and tiring. I say you end it" Tom was the first to speak, Fitz raised his head and looked the other man in the eyes.

"Do it, now before you lose yourself"

A/N: Here is chapter 18, I'm sorry it took me so long. Hope you'll enjoy it and please leave a review behind