author's note: This is a new thing for me. One it's a multi chapter story, I normally do one shots. And this is also a collaboration with my sister. Mine is the NCIS side of things and hers is the SG-1 side. so to get the full picture you'll need to read hers to it's called Dark Foreigner. The fun part will be when everyone meets up, and the two of us actually getting together to get that written. I want to apologize now, because I can guarantee that the updates will be slow later. They will be pretty quick to start with, since I have several chapters already written. Later, they will most likely be far and in between, because I have to work for a living so not always a lot of time for story writing. The first several chapters will mainly be NCIS, because the two story lines have to meet up still. so hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Stargate. because if i did, Tony and Ziva would so be hooked up and she would NEVER have worn that bad white sweater with the brown rainbow. and Janet would still be alive and Jack and Sam would have gotten together like many seasons ago.

Dark Angel


A tall, light haired young man wearing a tailored Armani suit stood in front of a large maghony desk. The older man behind the desk looked at him with a pained expression hidden behind his gray eyes. In many ways the young man in front of him is like a son, and he knew that what he had to say, he wouldn't like hearing.

"As you are aware, there have been a number of the lower level operatives that have been compromised. We've been investigating the possibility that there is a mole. Swordfish was tasked to that job. Unfortunately, his body was found this morning. So, we are taking steps to protect our assets," the older man said.

"How are we doing this?"

"We are sending all of our top operatives into hiding…Indefinitely."

"What? No way!"

"We have an easy fix for you, since you were offered a job on your last mission. We plan to create a background for you. I suppose I don't have to tell you that you will be taking this job," the older man explained looking directly into the indignant hazel eyes across from him, "I know, you're no happier with this idea than I am, but we can't afford to loose you. You are the best we have."

"Very well. Will you be in contact?"

"Only when we need to. Now go and get ready."

"Yes Sir," the young man replied heading for the door, then paused hand on the door knob.

"Was there something else," the older man asked concerned when he saw the almost unnoticeable way the young man's shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

"I was wondering about Ajanbi."

He should have known that would get asked. Those two are brothers in everyway, except blood. But then blood isn't everything.

"Don't worry, he's been taken care of," the older man said as he watched the imperceptible slump of relief cross his agent's form, "And Dark Angel. I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you to, Boss," he replied never looking back as he silently slipped through and closed the door on everything he knows to go start a "new life", so to speak.

As the door clicked shut, he could barely make out the words uttered from inside, "Good luck, son".