A/N: Something I wrote months ago and forgot about.
Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to someone else. I have never and will never own it….
Summary: Ever wonder why Ari fears butterflies? More of a drabble than a one-shot or maybe a poem?
Ari's POV:
Butterflies….
Nasty little creatures. Who would not be afraid?
They start out as little caterpillars. When acting as a worm is not good enough for them, they hide away for weeks in cocoons, morphing into something they were not before.
They grow wings and can fly. If they can morph into these flying creatures, then what more are they capable of?
The butterflies' beauty is a mere distraction.
They will take over the planet, and we will all perish.