My attempt at an ncis fanfic. I have had this idea for awhile and decided why not?

please review xD

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING but my own charries and my little hometown of surf city. jk.

Sweat beaded on her brow as she ran. Her legs burned from the strain and she wanted so bad to give up. But, something was chasing her. She could hear it behind her. It's breath low and panting. The way it growled as if to compel her to stop. It liked to chase and it was getting a good one.

The waves crashed down on the beach. Usually it was a comforting sound but, it just made her ears ring. The monster drew closer to her knowing she tired. Soon it would be bored and just tear her apart.

"Help! Please!" she screamed, her lungs about to give away from the pressure.

Her voice echoed of the sand. No one was here. No one would save her.

Tim sat at his desk clicking away on his key board. Numbers and letters flowed on to his screen as he finished his report on the latest case they had tackled. The ding of the elevator gave way that DiNozzo and Zivah had arrived. As usual, they were arguing over something movies or maybe a euphemism Zivah didn't understand. Tim didn't really care to today. He woke up with a massive headache and this feeling that something was wrong. No matter what he did he just couldn't shake the feeling.

"Whats up McGoo." Tony teased dropping down beside Tim's desk.

This morning it annoyed Tim a lot more than usual. Zivah walked over and stood in front of Tim's desk noticing his change in behavior.

"Just finishing this report." he answered trying his best to tune them out.

"What is wrong McGee." She leaned down placing her hands on his desk. "You look like someone has kicked your kitten."

"I'm not even sure how to fix that one." Tony grimaced.

"Look guys, I just want to be left alone."

Tony put his arm around Tim's shoulder. "What kind of team would we be if we left McProbe by himself."

"I don't know Dinizzo why don't we find out." Gibbs walked by them to his desk. "We have a dead marine in North Carolina. Pack your gear."

"Where the hell is this place?" DiNozzo asked staring at the map.

"Go down 50, you can't miss it." Tim answered from the back seat almost awake.

"How would you that?"

"I used to vacation there during the summer."

"In a place called Surf City?" Tony shook his head.

"It's a nice place."

Tim stared out the window at the passing scenery. This was the last place he wanted to be right now. After awhile Surf City became his personal hell. He refused to go back. Now he had no choice. What if he saw her again? He swallowed hard pushing the thought from his mind. He hadn't seen her in years, since he left for that last summer. She probably hated him by now. Tim still thought about her often. Especially when he was with another woman. His thoughts always jumped back to her.

He closed his eyes allowing himself to think of her for a second longer. Her long brown hair, her bright green eyes that always teased him. She was always smiling, always kissing him. The first night they made love it was nighttime. The waves cresting to shore glistened in the moonlight. It was the only time he ever felt whole.

Then one day she changed. She chopped off her hair. Her eyes darkened. She didn't smile as much and if she did it never looked genuine. She wouldn't let him touch her. It was the only time she showed emotion. He would reach for and she would break. Tears would brim in her eyes and she would turn her back on him.

The summer ended and Tim had to leave for bigger and better things. They never even said goodbye.

He felt a harsh poke on his arm.

"What?" He looked over.

Zivah nodded outside. "We are here."

The spectators standing outside mostly consisted of locals. Tim recognized quite a few of them. Gibbs pushed his way past and walked onto the access to the beach. Before you even hit the sand you could see the blood. Blood coated the sand, a few body parts scattered here and there. Tim's stomach turned as he stepped carefully to avoid as much of it as he could.

The woman was mauled beyond recognition. What was left of her body was covered in deep claw marks. Ducky kneeled beside the woman contemplating how he was going to figure out when she died considering the liver was missing. His gloved hands ran over the claw marks. Many animals went through his head but, none of them could do this much damage.

"I don't understand. Why are we investigating an animal attack?" Zivah asked lingering by the waves, the camera poised and ready.

Gibbs pointed to some lettering beside the body.

Tim looked to where Gibb's was pointing and felt his stomach drop to his feet. Blood was scrawled across the sand relaying a message.

Here boy. Come out Timmy.

"Thats why."