A/N: I am out of practice so if this seems short and dodgy, don't worry. I'll get back into the swing of things and try to make this as best as possible.
Characters from the Alan Wake video-game will appear but some locations and incidents will change from how they were in the game. If you've played AW you will recognize the character at the end.
Disclaimer: NCIS is property of CBS and Donald Belisario, and Alan Wake belongs to Remedy Entertainment. The Poet and the Muse is copy-written to The Poets of the Fall and Remedy Entertainment. I am in no way receiving profit for this story or anything on this site.
There was a crash and suddenly the room was engulfed in a gray fog, thick enough you could cut it with a pen knife. The cause of the explosion was the MCRT on the other side, busting though to take down the big bad. Ah this is crap.
The page was torn from the typewriter and thrown into the nearby waste basket as the author sat with his head in his hands, trying to figure out a way to finish the story he had been working on for the past 2 years, Deep six: Rock Hollow.
Tim McGee, who wrote under the Penname Thom E. Gemcity stared at the typewriter before him and tried to put his thoughts into words, but he just couldn't organize them correctly. He wanted the team to come to the rescue like every other time but felt that would be too cheesy, especially since they had few leads earlier in the story.
He stood up and shook his head, "I need some fresh air." he said as his lone companion looked at him from the couch he had taken over. Having seen his master stand up, Jethro immediately thought they were going for a walk and grabbed his leash and ran to the door.
Tim shook his head with a smile and clasped the leash to Jethro's collar, "Okay boy, I suppose we could both do with some exercise." He opened the door then exited his apartment and locked it up.
Jethro had the strangest sensation and immediately stated pulling to the front door with McGee draggin behind. "Heel boy, heel!" he called as the dog worked himself loose from his master's grip and took off toward nearby Silgo Creek Park. 'It's like he caught whiff of a fresh steak or something.' Tim thought as he took off after the dog.
He finally caught up to Jethro who was pawing at a oddly colored stone set into the stream bed. Tim grabbed the leash and tried to pull Jethro away but he would not budge. "There's nothing there boy, I'll show you." he said as he rolled up his jeans' legs and waded out into the cool water.
He bent over and picked up the rock then was met by a sudden flash of light and a sudden urge to take a nap. He fell backwards and splashed in the water as he drifted off. The last thing he remembered was seeing a old woman dressed in black wearing a mourning gown looking at him from the other bank.
