Notes: A cross over and a co-write. Headslapdiva and .DiNozzone, we got together, and came up with some twisted stuff. ENJOY :3
Disclaimer: We own nothing. Blood Ties property of Tanya Huff, NCIS belongs to DBP. Obviously. Cause, if it was ours- this is what it would be :p
Jen took a breath, watching the squad room carefully. She could almost see the static between Tony and Ziva like they were prepared to be at each other's throats again, literally. It was hard enough to break them up the first time. She shuddered at the though of all those claws and canine teeth. She sighed inwardly, sauntering down the stairs and leaning on the edge of the bullpen and casting a threatening look between the two before looking over at Jethro. She knew this might be dangerous at first. Surely Vicki would have the scent of another vampire -all- over her. "Jethro," She said slowly, casting the look between Tony and Ziva once more before walking over his desk and leaning over it to get closer to him. "I'm going to be having a visitor. And I don't want you going after her." She said slowly, keeping her eyes carefully on his, almost growling her order. Having Vicki around was going to be difficult regardless; she sure had a mind of her own.
Gibbs glared up at Jenny when she approached him. So she was having a visitor? "Why would I go after her? You can see that I've got my hands full with DiNozzo and David right now." He cast a look at an unusually subdued McGee, glad that he was keeping to himself, even if he was tuning everything out with his iPod right now. "Is there something about her that would set me off?" He knew that Jen was a witch, but he wasn't sure what this visitor would be. Another witch, perhaps? Why would she be worried about that?
"Yes. So you will just leave her alone." She barely flinched when the elevator made a sound, signaling its arrival. She was glad it was late, Vicki would have no trouble getting in. She heard the dull growling a few feet away come to a very sudden halt as someone came in. Jenny looked at the escort, silently ordering them to leave the woman.
"Jenny, why would you make me come all the way out here at night. Now that's just not fair." She glared, the way she looked over her frames. Really, it wasn't fair. She was sure Jenny knew she suffered from night blindness. And especially coming all the way down to D.C. without Henry- or Mike? She sighed inwardly, tensing up a little when she suddenly felt all eyes on her. She glared between the closest man and woman, which both equally held her eyes. She looked at Jenny and made an awkward face. She wished Henry had come along, at least he wouldn't sit there and bitch like Mike would. Either way, it was hard enough to maneuver in the night without either of them, but in a completely different city? She looked up at the man before Jenny and felt cold fingers move along her spine. She shuddered a little, walking slowly and very cautiously toward Jenny, a little thankful she'd spent the last night with Henry. At least if it was the last time she'd seen him it was at least a time to remember.
Gibbs looked up when he heard the newcomer. There was something strange about her, a scent that wasn't entirely human. He was used to the musk-y, almost woodsy scents of the two werewolves in the bullpen, and the spicy scent of Jen, Abby, and Ducky, who were skilled in magic. This was refined, seductive, and deadly. He did his best to remain civil, though. This woman wasn't his kind, however she had very close contact with his kind, and he started to feel territorial. "Jen, care to introduce me?" He watched as the strange woman moved closer to Jen.
Jenny hugged Vicki and shook her head. "Vicki, always such a bitch--I mean pleasure to see you." She grinned, ducking away from the threatening swat from the woman. She looked over at Gibbs and felt the tension grow in the air again. "Jethro," She narrowed her eyes, her tone warning. "This is Vicki Nelson." She nodded, looking at Vicki again, "Vicki- Jethro; or Gibbs. Most people call him Gibbs." She told her warily, glancing over her shoulder when she heard growling from Ziva again. "Knock it off," She hissed, turning back to Gibbs. "How do you stand these two?" She sighed dramatically, looking up at Vicki again who seemed rather perplexed by the way that Gibbs was watching her.
He shrugged at Jen's question. "I separate them if I have to." And it looked like it was nearing that special time where they would be at each other's throats, in wolf form no less, in front of everyone in the squad room. "Tony, go down, see if Abby needs any help." There was something about the young witch that seemed to calm the wolf down. He reached out a hand to Vicki to shake, but kept an eye on her. He still didn't trust her scent.
She narrowed her eyes, her wearing peripheral vision wasn't helping this, but she could clearly see him standing guard. She reached out, shaking his hand evenly before pulling back- something about the air around him and when their hands met. Her shoulders grew tense and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She stepped back, nearly colliding with Jenny. She squeaked turning and grabbing Jen. Way to make the moment awkward, Vic. She growled at herself mentally. "Sorry, blindness, y'know." She sighed inwardly again, shuddering the feeling away that Gibbs had given her. She watched Tony leave and heard the audible growl come from his throat. She looked up at Jenny, "Wer'?" She asked, very used to all this nonsense by now. She watched the man take off and the woman visibly relax.
He caught a flash of the glyphs on Vicki's wrists when she backed up into Jenny and growled. "Conference room, both of you," he hissed, barely able to keep his second nature under control. He knew his eyes had to be going black, and he fought to keep his fangs in check. The last thing he needed was to lose control in front of his team.
Vicki glared at his back. " 'The fuck is his problem?" She murmured, turning away and pulling Jenny with her. She kept one hand on Jenny's arm, discreetly letting the woman lead the way through the dim hall.
Jenny rolled her eyes glancing over at Ziva and giving her a warning look before turning and walking away with Vicki. She put a hand against Vicki's and smiled, "Never gonna get better are they?" She asked, referring to her eyes. She shrugged with the nod she got from Vic and nudged her into the conference room. She looked at the tat on Vicki's arm and frowned. "You do this?" She asked softly, brushing the question off for now, she'd confront later.
Gibbs led the way to the conference room and let both women enter before him. "When were you going to tell me that your cousin was a demon, Jen?" He knew those marks well. He had seen them more than once in his long life. "That mark on her wrist is the mark of a powerful demon." He fully gave into his second nature, staying defensive while both women stared at him.
"Hey! Back off buddy, I've killed demons, I am nooo fucking demon," She didn't want to keep her attitude in check. Who the hell did this guy think he was!? Accusing her of behind a demon, she snorted, rubbing the brands anxiously.
Jenny grabbed Vicki's arm, "Sh. Don't." She grumbled, stepping between the two and an even glare to Gibbs. "She's not a demon, Jethro. You really think I'd be related to a demon?" She scowled, turning back to Vicki. "But... Where did those come from?" She knew exactly what they meant. A symbol of power, with the specific ruins something to do with Astaroth no doubt.
Vicki frowned, "Got into... A deep case." She said uneasily, shuddering at the memory and pushing back the memorable sting that burned the scars where Norman had cut her up. She looked up at Gibbs, seeing it now. She narrowed her eyes further.
He looked between Jen and Vicki. Those marks branded her as belonging to Astaroth, but she didn't have the putrid odor that most demons had. "Should have trusted my senses. You don't smell like a demon." She smelled like his kind, but it was very clear she was still human. "You work with vampires?" Whoever she worked with was old, older than he was, at any rate. He had been turned around the time of the US Civil War, making him rather young compared to Vicki's "friend." But he was still old by American vampire standards.
"What's it to you?" She glared, looking at Jenny, "Are you shitting me? Is he serious? You really think I'm going to sit here and answer his questions. I have better ways to waste my time, Jenny." She glowered, taking a breath to get her anger in check.
Jenny smirked, "Your eyesight is making you bitter, dear." She smirked, patting Vicki's shoulder, which only resulted in a curse and an abrupt shoulder check to get her hand off. She looked at Gibbs and narrowed her eyes, a little curious about his questioning as well.
He continued to glare at the two women, but let go of his anger and started to look more human again. The fangs disappeared and his eyes went blue again. "I want answers, but I can't use my powers to bend you." It frustrated him. How was she immune to it when so many suspects spilled their darkest secrets to him? "How?"
"Magic." She teased with sarcasm so clear in her voice. "Again, what the fuck is it to you?" She asked, raising her chin defensively, and glaring. She wasn't going to let her bad eyes get the best of her here. She wasn't afraid of vampires- no way in hell.
He hissed and examined Vicki further. "I'm someone who likes answers. I'm sure Jen can tell you all about it." He nodded at the redhead and stood his ground in front of the door. He wasn't going to let Vicki leave until he knew. "You smell like an old vampire. Much older than me." Was she here to scope out DC before reporting back to him? He was incredibly territorial of the city, despite knowing that he wasn't the only vampire here. Still, one more vampire would be one too many in DC.
"Much more attractive too." She snorted, "You telling me I can't come here just to see Jenny?" She hissed, getting right up in his face. She slapped Jen's hand when she tried to grab her. "Don't. He's not gonna hurt me." She wouldn't bet on it, but she wasn't going to just stand down. She'd never met such a hostile vampire before. She'd never met another one other than Henry, actually. She stood chest to chest with him, looking up at him with their height difference. It didn't do much for her cause, but regardless she stood up to him fearlessly.
Gibbs continued to glare at Vicki, and saw that her eyes were the same color as Jen's. "I can see you two are related now," he said with a slight smirk. "Jen reacted the same way when we first met." When he had found out that she was part Wer even though she studied simple magic much as a witch would. Her blood had been the most exquisite that he had tasted, but she had betrayed him in Paris. His second nature didn't want to trust her, but the part of him that remembered his human life did. "I just want answers, if I'm going to face more competition for this city or not."
"Henry is still in Toronto." She hissed, shoving him before turning around to walk back to Jenny. She stood her ground; chest puffed out slightly. She could see his intention. He wanted to taste her. Well it would take a hell of a fight if he wanted that. She snorted again, looking over at Jenny, "Bastard always this hostile?" She asked with a slightly coy tone. "How many supernatural buddies you got, Jen- A Wer, a vampire… What else?" She turned to Gibbs, "Care to share?"
He wondered if he could trust her. Then again, if Jen trusted Vicki, he could trust her. "Two werewolves," he corrected. "Don't ask how I manage. I ask myself that every damn day they growl at each other." And it was getting close to a full moon, which always made it worse. "A witch, and a voodoo master." He knew his team was diverse, but if only the rest of the agency knew how diverse it was.
She flinched at the word voodoo. "Good god, no more fucking voodoo." She ran a hand through her dark blond hair, shoving her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. She narrowed her eyes. She looked at Jenny knowing well that she was part Wer. She looked up at him, curious. "Are the other Wer's lovers?" She asked, narrowing her eyes further.
He shook his head. "I have a rule, never date a coworker. Most of my agents adhere to it." He had looked the other way when McGee and Abby had been together, but he knew that it wouldn't have gone anywhere serious. "And Tony treats Ziva more like an annoying older brother. I can't see them being lovers. Being alphas doesn't help them, either."
"They seem like Alphas that's why I was asking." She nodded, "I'm sure they've been at each other's throats enough. Normal Wer's I assume, can change whenever they want to, find it impossible to resist the urge when there's a full moon?" She rambled, inspecting her watch for a moment before returning her attention to Jethro. "Know any other vampires I should be aware of?" She asked, keeping her wits about her around him.
He shook his head. "The other vampires in the city tend to avoid me." It wasn't anything personal, one had crossed him once, and it hadn't ended well for the other vampire. "Yeah, they get worse with every full moon. I'm surprised McGee hasn't caught on yet. He's the only pure human on our team here."
Vicki smirked, "How has he survived so long?" She shook her head, sighing softly and inspecting the marks on her wrists awkwardly. She was starting to feel a little crowded in the room with this vampire. Her heart beat a little harder and she knew he probably heard it. But he was blocking the door so her only option was to back up against the table.
Jenny looked over at her, "You alright, Vic?" She asked, frowning slightly. She looked up at Jethro, barely jumping when her cell went off. She looked at it and hastily pushed past Gibbs, getting out of the conference room to take it.
He let Jen push past him and continued to look at Vicki. Her heart rate was fast, much faster that it had been a few seconds ago. "Are you all right?" He reached out to touch her shoulder, and was overwhelmed by her feelings as he moved closer. Being in the presence of a vampire...turned her on? He would have thought it strange, if he hadn't caught the scent of the other vampire on her.
She shuddered when he touched her. "You shouldn't get so close to a human, I know how you guys work." She breathed, turning her head away from him and cursing Vampire's ability to hear the heart beat. "I'm fine."
"I don't drink from humans." She might have heard that one many times, if she was involved in his world, but it was true. "My neighbors wonder how my house stays pest free." He gave her a grim smile and shrugged. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as human blood, and it definitely didn't stop him from aging, which human blood also prevented, but rodent blood served its purpose. And if he ever felt the hunger really get to him, he could always rely on Abby or Ducky to smuggle him something from Autopsy or through their connections at local blood banks.
She smirked, "You don't know what your missing," She chuckled, perhaps she could have a little more fun with this than she'd first though. She narrowed her eyes a little, tilting her head the slightest bit to purposely expose the base of her neck where some of the veins ran strongest. "I've never met a vampire who didn't feed on humans."
It was so very tempting to taste Vicki, to see if she was anything similar to her cousin. But he knew Jen would curse him if he tried to drink from her. Stepping closer, the desire to taste her overrode the desire to stay curse-free, and bent down, inhaling her scent, finally able to smell her under the vampire. She was human, but with subtle spicy undertones showing the magical ancestry in her blood. "I want to, Vicki. God, you're tempting. But Jen..." He stood up straight again, casting an eye to the door.
She purred with satisfaction, "Weak." She taunted, slipping away from him and walking toward the door. "And I never offered, you just assumed. Good way to make an ass of yourself, Gibbs." She smirked, "So, what other kinds of interesting people do you have hanging around here?" She asked, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail. She was being cruel and she knew it, but she was always around Henry and it was impossible to play like this with him. This was just too good.
He growled, realizing that she had played him. "Tease," he spat, eyes going dark for a split second before turning blue once more. "Want to meet our forensic scientist? She's with our alpha male wolf, Tony, right now." He wondered if she would get along with Abby. He knew Abby would like her, just for hanging out with a vampire and fighting evil. Kind of like what they did, only not paranormal.
"Get used to it," She purred seductively before turning away and opening the door. "Sure, great, more Wer's. As if the family of them wasn't enough." She chuckled, remembering storm. She'd been fond of him. Oh, but Rose, she was... Vicki shook the thought off, "Yeah, let's go. She sounds like fun." She smirked.
Gibbs led Vicki to the lab, aware that she couldn't see well in the dark now, waited for Abby to fly at him with a killer hug. He heard her cry out in surprise and flew at him, arms wrapping around him. "You sent Tony down here just in time, Gibbs. You know it's like the day before the full moon, so he's going to be extra growl-y around Ziva. Who's your friend?" She refrained from hugging the new girl, just in case she needed to cast a quick spell to make her forget what she had heard.
"Relax, Abs. She knows what we are." He refrained from having Abby cast a spell, knowing that she was getting ready to. "She's Jenny's cousin."
"Ooh! Nice, are you a witch too? She taught me everything I know." Ducky had even helped her dabble in voodoo, as she felt it was the magic of her hometown.
She shook her head, frowning a little. This girl sure was hyper. She was almost tempted to ask if she was related to Coreen Fennel. Same style, lots of high energy. "No, I used to be a cop actually. Now I'm a PI. Was a normal PI, you know what this is a long story and I think it can wait." She smiled weakly, glancing around. "Hey- where's that other- err- Tony?" She wasn't sure what to say, like with the Heerkens she wasn't so sure if he had two names- one as a human did and one as a wolf. She made an awkward face of question and took a breath. "The guy that you sent down here."
No sooner did the word escape her lips did over sized canine come bounding over, russet brown fur with a lighter under belly. He gave her a cautious sniff, sat down and looked between Abby and Gibbs with a rather contented expression, big green eyes glazed slightly. He seemed a little spacey. Vicki couldn't help but chuckle.
"What did you do to him, Abs?" he asked, watching as the large wolfish dog bounded over to them. "He looks like he's high." Reaching out, he went to scratch Tony behind the ears. For some reason, it always made Tony a happy wolf.
"I didn't do anything, Gibbs. You know he gets a little spacey when he finally gets to go into wolf form." She smirked and watched Gibbs with Tony, realizing that Gibbs was very good with Tony like this. Tony the man was a bit harder for him to handle, but Tony the wolf was a bit easier for him.
Vicki watched the big dog with a small smile, looking up at Abby. "What do you call him when he is a ... wolf." She asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously and squatting down in front of him to get more at his level, making her seem much less threatening. She moved her hands up to his neck, scratching deep in his fur.
He could have rolled over and died right there, his ears relaxed back and his tongue hung a bit out of his mouth with a contented pant, his green eyes falling closed. Oh, these people were too good at this.
He watched as Tony melted like putty in Vicki's hands. "I just call him Tony. If he's got a name for his wolf, he never told me."
Abby shrugged as well. "I just call him Wolfie." She didn't know if it offended Tony or not, but he hadn't said anything about it. Gibbs reached out and started to stroke Tony's belly and stopped when his hand brushed against Vicki's.
Vicki felt cold prickles along her spine and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, her fingers coming to a slow pause in his fur. She swallowed hard, shaking it off and looking up at Tony. She rest the back of her hand under his muzzle and looked at him carefully. "You're one sweet dog. And you're an alpha?" She smiled, a closed mouth smile, she knew it threatened them otherwise.
He whined at her in response, opening one eye to look at her when she talked. He felt the tension between Gibbs and Vicki and growled softly, his tail thumping the floor impatiently.
Gibbs looked up at her until Tony got his attention with an impatient growl. "If you've ever had to tear him off of Ziva when they get into a fight, you'd understand why he's an alpha." He continued to pet Tony, scratching up his back.
Abby looked between Vicki and Gibbs and smirked. They were tempting each other, that much was clear. But she wasn't going to mess with them through magic.
Tony let out a huge yawn, having enough of the petting he sauntered away back to the cot in Abby's office. He stretched and then flopped over, lying on his back and watching the wall.
Vicki chuckled when Tony gave up and walked away. "Sure knows when he's had enough." She got to her feet again, looking up at Abby with a small smile. "I'm sure," She said slowly looking over at Gibbs, "That would not be a pleasant thing to endure. Don't alpha males and females usually... Mm. 'Get together'?" She made quotations with her fingers to indicate.
Gibbs looked to Abby. She knew more about the werewolves than he did. "To my knowledge they haven't. Like I said, I have a rule against coworkers dating." But that hadn't stopped them. He remembered smelling the woodsy scent of the wolf on Abby and Jen on separate occasions. The scents were discernibly different to let him know that Ziva had been with Jen and Tony had been with Abby.
Vicki nodded, debating on throwing a comment in but leaving it alone. "Hmm. Curious.' She mumbled, "Hinky, almost." She sighed, glancing around the lab. Quite a bit of equipment this girl had all on her own. She couldn't help but smile. She took a careful step away from Gibbs, she could feel his eyes on her. She looked up at him over her glasses, glaring. "Your little vamp powers ain't gonna work on me, knock it off." She growled, taking a round about the lab.
Abby laughed at that and gently hit Gibbs on the shoulder. "Gibbs, no using your mind powers on humans!" He could be so unfair about that. "But I think you're the first human I've met who can be totally immune to his charms." She laughed again and led Vicki around the lab, showing it off to everyone.
"Don't worry about it. Vampires- can't. I'm too... How does Henry put it…? 'Strong willed'." She smirked, "Why, has he gotten you?" She smirked, chuckling softly and pushing her glasses up again.
Abby shook her head, then nodded. "Yeah, I won't lie. He's gotten me before. Never to, you know, take a drink, but when I've lied." She remembered Mikel and shuddered. That was something she didn't want to go through again. "I lied when an ex-boyfriend started to stalk me. Then some attempts were made on my life. Granted, he wouldn't kill a witch, but the person after me didn't know that. He went all scary vampire on me and made me tell him everything." She had to admit, though, she had never had issues with Mikel since he had "vanished" after his interrogation.
"Abby, are you related to a girl named Coreen Fennel?" She asked, making a face and smiling a little. She took her glasses off, massaging the bridge of her nose for a moment before pushing them back on. She sighed, turning completely to face Abby. No sense in talking to what you can't see. She cursed the lack of peripheral.
Abby shook her head again. "Not to my knowledge. Why?" She was confused. She had never known anyone named Coreen before. After the tour of the lab concluded, she looked over at Vicki. "It's just your basic run of the mill crime lab here. Nothing you probably haven't seen before."
Gibbs glared at Abby when they stopped in front of him, but Abby smiled sweetly. "Now, I'm going to go and tend to Wolfie. You two play nice now."
"No reason, just curious." She smiled, swiveling around to meet Gibbs' eyes. She smirked, looking over her shoulder when Abby walked off. "See ya," She nodded, looking back at Gibbs and brushing past him, tilting her head slightly as she past. "You seem to get angry easily." She chuckled.
He frowned and shook his head. "I'm not angry." He walked with her to the elevator and pushed the button. "Why do you think I get angry easily?" He may have a temper, but he was trying to keep it in check. It was probably the scent of the other vampire on her that was making him tense.
"You are tense." She stated simply. She was quite the same way and she wasn't always a happy camper. But then, she was also going blind slowly from RP. She reached back, taking her hair down for a moment to put it up a little better. "Simply curious." She said after a bit.
"It's the scent of your vampire. It's making me tense. Territorial." He hit the button to take them up to the squad room and wondered if Jenny would be waiting for them. "I can't help it, it's my nature."
She nearly purred with satisfaction. "A vampire who doesn't even feed off of a human?" She taunted leaning back on the wall and looking up at the numbers, her arms out to either side against the metal. "I'd hardly call that your nature. Nothing to threaten if they're hunting humans and you feed on. ... Rodents." She smirked, pushing her glasses up and continuing to watch the numbers.
He flicked the emergency stop switch and was standing in front of her in the blink of an eye. "You trying to tempt me again, Vicki?" he purred, reaching up to caress her neck, feeling her pulse under her skin. "I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell." He was incredibly tempted to drink from her, and at the moment, he didn't even care if Jen set a curse upon him for drinking from her cousin.
"Oh no, I'd never do that." She took a shaky breath when his fingers brushed her neck. She cursed how easily turned on she was by these damn Nightwalkers. She opened her mouth to speak, but had no words for him. She took her glasses of, looking up at him evenly. "You already said you weren't going to. As a Marine I'd think you'd keep that word." She ran her tongue along her lips, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise as she forced a shiver away. "You wouldn't. Dare."
"As a Marine, I also don't appreciate being challenged," he growled, his thumb and forefinger settling on her pulse point, shivering slightly at the feeling under his fingertips. "You seem to like living dangerously, Vicki." He leaned close and took in her scent again, feeling himself become slightly aroused by it.
She took a deep, shaky breath. "Fuck you," She growled, glaring at him carefully. "I'm not scared of vampires. Especially Vampires who don't even drink from humans." She pressed her back harder to the wall.
His hands settled on her shoulders, holding her in place as he felt his fangs extend. "Not live ones, anyway." This would be an experience he wouldn't forget. And he would be gentle with her. Delicately, he it down, feeling her blood fill his mouth. It was warm and alive, and he was right, she tasted just as good as she smelled. He lapped at the wounds, taking in as much as he felt comfortable
She felt the familiar prickling sensation all over her entire body, then the arousal. He didn't really just do that. He couldn't have. She let her eyes fall closed, moving her hips forward the slightest bit at the tension and arousal that was consuming her. She parted her lips slightly, moaning softly and letting herself relax back. She shuddered and whimpered at the way his tongue moved over the punctures. She cursed at how aroused vampires made her, and damned them for it. It wasn't fair.
He pulled back, licking the last of the blood away from her neck as he stopped feeding. "I just wanted a taste," he murmured, licking the last drops from his lips. Already, he could feel the effect the fresh human blood had on him, realizing he felt stronger, younger, and that he had more stamina. "You tasted good, Vicki." There was a taste of magic in her blood, not as much as Jen's had, though.
She glared at him, "Bastard. And I know. I'm told that every time Henry and I- You know what? Never mind." She cursed at him, putting her glasses back on and trying to move across the elevator to hit the switch. She could feel the coagulant in his saliva closing the wounds quickly and reached for the switch, growling at her failing depth perception.
He hit the switch for her and blinked at the sudden bright light as his eyes returned to blue. They rode the rest of the way in silence, and found that McGee was the only one left in the bullpen. "McGee! Where's Ziva?" He growled at the human. The scent of Jen and Ziva hung in the air, and he wondered if she was with Jen. It would explain a lot between them.
McGee jumped, looking up at him, "Uh- err. Up. Stairs boss. With the director." He frowned.
Vicki quirked an eyebrow. Perhaps this mysterious girlfriend that Jenny had told her of on the phone was... A-a Wer? No way. She sighed, looking up at the stairs. "Damn why do you people keep it so dark in here?" She grumbled, not sure if it was so dark or if it was just her bad eyes.
He nodded, having a feeling that Ziva was in her wolf form, curled up in Jen's office. "Does it look that busy up here?" They were able to function well with just their desk lamps at night, but he knew that Vicki's eyes were bad. But to him, it seemed brighter than before. He chalked that up to Vicki's blood, wondering just what else human blood could do for him.
She glared at him, moving away from him when she felt his eyes on her again. "Once was enough buddy, fuck off." She murmured, leaning on the wall of the bullpen and rubbing her temples again. She sighed, "Where the hell is that woman." She growled.
He glared at her, but ran up to Jen's office, looking for her. "Jen, are you in there?" He took a peek into her office and was greeted by a large black furred wolf. "Down, Ziva," he growled softly, tapping the exuberant wolf on the nose. What was it with Tony and Ziva when they were in their wolf forms? They were nothing but balls of fur and energy. "Jen, Vicki's looking at you."
She barked at him, growling and snapping at his hand when he tapped her nose.
Jenny looked up and made a face. "At me? Or for me?" She smirked, walking over and hauling Ziva back. "Come on, girl. Let's head out." She said, holding out the collar and leash. She didn't want to make a scene more than she had to. "What does she want?" She asked, looking down as Ziva started making a fuss again. "Ziva, knock it off, what's with you?" She looked up at Gibbs, "What did you do?" She asked, an eyebrow furrowing slightly as she slipped the chain collar around the over sized wolf's neck and attached the leash. She tugged it softly, "Ziva, stop." She growled her eyes moving up to Gibbs again.
He shifted slightly where he stood. Angry werewolves made him nervous, and Ziva was definitely angry with him for something. Luckily, she was in wolf form so she couldn't tell Jen right away what he had done. "I didn't do anything that we haven't done before," he said cryptically. He wasn't going to say any more unless she pushed him.
Ziva barked at him again, viciously before squeaking and coughing a little at the harsh tug. She whimpered and retreated, growling at him with her dark eyes narrowed. Her teeth bared slightly and continued to growl.
Jenny frowned, pushing him out of the office and toward the elevator. She paused, looking over the rail. "Vicki!" She called, "Meet me at the elevator." She turned, "You, come with me." She hissed at Gibbs, keeping Ziva's leash short as they went to the elevator.
He hissed at Ziva, letting her see a flash of his eyes going dark and fangs fully extended, before he followed Jen down and waited for her at the elevator. He could only wince and wait to face an angry wolf, an extremely angry human, and one pissed off half Wer in an enclosed space. He was certain that he would die at this point, and hoped that it would be quick and painless for him.
Ziva hid behind Jenny, growling at Gibbs and keeping low to the floor the whole time.
She looked up at Vicki once she got in, forgetting about Gibbs for the moment and nuzzling Vicki's leg, lapping at her hand and murring softly. Once the elevator doors closed, she put the scents together. She tried to lunge at Gibbs, barking again.
Jenny grabbed at the collar, tugging back was nearly impossible. This was a werewolf not a dog. "Ziva! Knock it off!" She cried in Hebrew, causing the barking to die down to low growls again.
Vicki made a face, "Something Mr. Gibbs has done to piss her off?" She asked, glaring at him as she spoke to Jenny. She knew very well what Ziva was angry about and couldn't help but smile deviously.
He glared at Vicki as she took pleasure in his discomfort with Ziva almost ready to attack him. Of course she could smell Vicki all over him from his little taste. Thankfully, Jen couldn't. Part of him wanted to leap up onto the ceiling out of Ziva's reach, but he couldn't. Not with people still in the building. "Can't you control her a little better, Jen?"
"She's a werewolf not a fucking dog, Jethro." She tugged the leather collar again, growling something at Ziva softly.
Vicki snorted at Jen's remark, kneeling down in front of Ziva to keep her attention for a moment. While it was rather difficult, she managed a little, scratching under Ziva's collar.
He hoped that Vicki could calm Ziva down while he pressed against the wall farthest from the angry wolf. "I know that, Jen!" he hissed, keeping an eye on her. "I know she's a fucking wolf, just like Tony's a fucking wolf. Tony didn't try and rip my damn throat out when I went down to see him!" He hoped that Ziva would just stay there, or he was on the ceiling, regardless of who saw him.
Vicki let out an audible laugh when he said that. "I wonder why," She smirked, stroking Ziva's muzzle. "Oh come on now, leave him alone. He's just a vampire." She chuckled watching as Ziva calmed a little under her touch. "Not worth the fight, miss." She scratched behind her ears gently.
Jen quirked an eyebrow, turning slowly to look at Gibbs. "Something you'd like to share, Jethro?" She asked, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.
He swallowed and looked between the two women. "I may have lost control of myself and drank from Vicki." It wasn't like it was completely unexpected from him. He was, after all, a vampire, and he had gone so long without human blood, living or dead. He thought he could quit the stuff cold turkey, but when someone who smelled so good put herself in situations where she kept tempting him, he couldn't help himself but indulge in what she had offered. He tried his best not to wince, and prayed that Jen would go easy on him.
Jenny glared, "I have barely enough will to keep myself from letting go of this collar Jethro." She said carefully, taking a small step forward and causing Ziva to growl at him again. She looked over at Vicki with a slightly less than disapproving look.
"Ah come on Jenny, He's too easy. He obviously hasn't been a vampire very long if he can't even control himself around me." She chuckled, getting to her feet. "Weak bastard." She leaned against the wall hastily making her way out of the elevator once it opened to the lobby. Quickly followed by Ziva and then Jen.
Gibbs followed the women, glaring at Vicki. "I may not be as old as your Henry, but I've been around long enough to be able to control myself." Or so he had thought. "I've been living off of the mice and rats that come into my basement since Paris, Jen," he growled. "Over ten years, the only times I'd drink a drop of human blood would be when Ducky forced me to." Always after a fight or an injury.
She swatted Ziva near the tail, "Stop." She ordered again, walking with Vicki and Jethro out of the building. "Well maybe I should send her to your house and force you to deal with her. Or better yet, maybe I should make you come to mine and tie you up. Force you to stay in the same room until you can learn to control yourself?" She suggested, keeping a steady glare on him while she walked next to Ziva.
He glared at Jen, but agreed. If he could control himself around her, he could learn to control himself around Vicki as well. "Whatever you think is best, Director," he said, drawing out her title in a way that bugged her. He always felt the need to say it like that if he were forced to go through something like that.
"Jethro." She growled when he said her title that way. "Even better, I'm going to leave Vicki to torture you since you seem to not know when to quit." She growled, opening the back door of her car and letting Ziva hop in. She closed the door and opened the front for Vicki, who tripped and almost fell, but caught herself, feeling around the edges of the car, mumbling about night blindness. She looked at Gibbs again after closing the door. 'I'm sure you know how to get there." She turned around and got into her car.
He nodded, barely keeping his second nature in check. What was it about today that made it so hard to keep that side of him retrained? He went to his car and started it up. With any luck, he would beat Jen there. Smirking at the thought, he took off, speeding through the streets until he reached her Georgetown townhouse.