A/N: I do not own, or claim to own, any rights or trademark on NCIS or the characters used here. I simply like to play colorforms. Note though, that the creativity of the story, and it's plot, those are indeed mine.

WARNING : This story has very graphic, adult material, not suitable for anyone under 18.

THANKS – GRACIAS – DANKA – DOMO – GRAZIE

Prologue

It sat for many years.

Quietly.

Waiting.

There was a brocade cloth covering its surface, only one small corner of the elaborate Empire style frame was showing, worn and chipped but still retaining much of the gilt gold that had been applied to it hundreds of years before.

But inside that frame, sat another.

Far older.

It had traveled through many centuries, millennia even, intact, but with some understandable wear.

People had struggled to obtain it, sometimes killing, and shedding vast amounts of blood in its acquisition.

And then suffered the consequences of their folly.

Others tried to hide it away, too afraid to destroy it. Terrified of its power.

After the last several possessors of the antiquity, it had somehow ended up in the dark, cool confines of the storage locker.

It sat amongst other boxes, random pieces of furniture, and covered artworks.

It sat in wait, for its next champion.

Because, maybe the next one would be the one…

The one to change everything.