DEAR READERS I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, OR NCIS. ONLY THE STORYLINE IS MINE AND ANY CHARECTORS

Tony lay back, closing his eyes and smiled. In less than a week, as long as there were no new cases he would be on the plane to Hawaii to visit his college buddy Ian. Their plan was to party every night with all the beautiful Hawaiian girls, and hang out sipping fancy drinks on the beach during the day. It would be awesome. The only snag was, he couldn't take the time off unless there were no new cases. They hadn't had one in over a three weeks so he felt confident it would not be an issue.

That is why when Gibbs strode into the room grim faced as usual, holding not only his coffee but also a case file, Tony started to panic. The beautiful sunny beaches started to fade away in his mind, replaced by death and hard work.

"Gear up". Ordered Gibbs, unaware he was literally crushing dreams right there.

Tony sighed, it looked like there would be no vacation for him. Of course this would happen, he mentally cursed.

" On your six boss" he said in a resigned voice.

McGee, Ziva and Tony grabbed their guns and their bags, hot on Gibbs' trail.

" Who has died?" Questioned Ziva cutting quickly to the chase.

"Lt. Nick Lawrence, and it's not pretty" Replied Gibbs.

Something about the way he said it made McGee shiver. If his boss, a stone hard sniper, found the body not pretty he was quite sure he did not want to see it. He glanced wearily over a Ziva, who did not seem perturbed, merely curious. Of course she would be, thought McGee grimly.

Dean woke up startled, pulled his gun out from under his pillow, and taking aim at whoever had woken him, in one fluid motion. He relaxed when he saw who it was.

"Jesus Sammy, I need at least another couple of hours it's only 10:30." Dean mumbled as he rolled over, back to sleep.

Evidently Sam didn't want him to go back to sleep, and after been tossed out of his bed Dean resigned himself to the morning.

"Dean, we need to hit the road, Washington D.C. and a werewolf call." Sam explained.

" I hate werewolves" Dean muttered darkly.

" Me too" Sam sighed remembering Emily, "But it's sort of a non-option here Dean, it's already killed a Marine Lieutenant."

Dean yawned wearily but as he did so he pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. Werewolves were not the kind of sons of bitches you wanted loose in Washington.

Tony was used to unpleasant crime scenes, especially after working the metro police night shift, but this on was seriously sick. The body was ripped to shreds quite literally but seemingly the heart was the only thing missing. Tony wondered how the body was even identified. He looked up searching the crowed that had gathered for witnesses (as the body was just lying in the streets). It was as he was looking that he first saw the supposed FBI agents and this nightmare began.

Dean and Sam confidently flashed their FBI badges at the Policeman who guarded the crime scene perimeter. Before they stepped in though they were asked to sign a chart, stating their names, reason for being at the scene, the time they entered the scene and the time they left. These guys aren't messing around were Sam and Deans first thoughts. They started to make their way over to the body only to be stopped by a cocky looking agent.

"Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo, NCIS" The agent introduced himself, obviously not friendly toward the FBI type. Sam's suspicions on that fact were confirmed as the agent continued, " This is a Marine officer, therefore NCIS jurisdiction."

Tony half wished the FBI agents would fight him on it, as maybe it would mean that he could take his vacation after all.

" No problem Special agent Di-whatsit, were just coming to take a look, that's all" Dean said rudely, a cocky smirk crossing his face after watching the agent's face redden.

Dean felt a hard elbow in his gut, and saw Sam glaring at him. That kid was no fun, Dean thought.

" Sorry about my partner" Sam apologized, " He really doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. My name is Special agent Aaron Sully, and this is my pain-in-the-ass partner agent Wilson."

Tony warmed up to the unobtrusive agent Sully, feeling a little better, usually the FBI we complete assholes, but this one wasn't so bad. Maybe the day would not be a complete disaster Tony thought to himself. Oh, how wrong he was.