He loved the sensation of running. It had always been his favorite feeling even when he had first become like what he was now. The wind rushing past his tufted ears and his body feeling every healthy muscle. Unfortunately, he soon sees the edge of forest and the lights emanating from the nearby park. Kneeling down to the ground, he rusts there panting and listening to the sounds of his urban home.

For as long as he can remember this place has been in his sights as a possible place to live. Always thought he sent it to the back of his mind, there was no possible way that Washington D.C. could be a good place for something such as himself to live. Little areas for him to be able to be free from human eyes, finally, after some time he arrived in D.C. and found how glorious it had been.

His recent years had brought him to MIT, where he had gained more knowledge of many things in the world including computers and networking. Then, as time passed on eventually he came to NCIS. There he met Tony, Kate and of course Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

There he became none other than Special Agent Timothy McGee. An NCIS agent that almost seemed harmless at first glance and possibly even the second, heck, he seemed harmless no matter what. Sure, he had a gun and sure he could shoot it, yes he was smart but deep down if he really wanted to he could rip every last one of them to shreds.

Now being what he was there was a lack of chance of them even killing him with a bullet. Though there also was the plain fact that he would never want to hurt them either. Subconsciously he laughed; he had gotten really soft hadn't he.

Slowly he stood on all four legs and turned to head back into the woods for more excitement and possibly something to eat. It had been a while since he had hunted something in this area as it was. Something stopped him though, whistling and humming. Familiar humming and whistling in fact, there was no doubting who it was.

Tim turned almost silently in the underbrush and looked at his day time colleague. Senior Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo, the man walked along the sidewalk eyeing the darkness in the woods as if sensing a Tim's presence in them. Eventually he gradually sat down on the bench and looked up at the sky. McGee's nose twitched as he sniffed the air and shifted his triangle ears tuning in on the Italian fully now.

What was he doing here at this time of night? It had to be around three or so in the morning, so why would Tony be out? Besides, there was no way Tony was a vampire it made Tim laugh just thinking about the man being one of those blood suckers. Then, as the minutes passed Tony leaned down on his thighs and sighed in anguish.

Everything clicked into the place as Tim realized that in fact Tony looked like he was going to break into painful sobs at any moment. It scared him actually to see the man so vulnerable. The Italian had come in the silence, to think out whatever was bothering him so badly.

"Oh, why does everything have to be so difficult?" Tony practically sobbed.

Without thinking Tim stood up onto his legs crunching leaves and branches under his paws. The reaction was immediate. The Italian shot up from his previous position and onto his feet. Timothy froze, "Hey, who's there?" Tony laughed almost nervously, "That isn't funny whatever you're trying?"

He was frozen stiff at this moment, debating between running back to his home or staying silent in the darkness. Unfortunately, Tony made the choice for him; he reached for his gun taking it out of holster. He pointed it directly at McGee without even knowing it, then after he came closer to the darkness. Tim bolted into the deep shelter of the woods. He could hear Tony begin to give chase, but immediately stopped, apparently deciding that it was in fact an animal.

For this he was grateful. No human he had ever encountered took nicely or calmly to seeing a Lycanthrope, whether it is, Medieval enthusiast or not. McGee gazed up upon the moon, his handler, it never had been true that they could only transform on a full moon.

They could transform into a wolf on any account as long as the moon was present it day or night. He wasn't quite sure why the moon had to be present, other than the fact that it simply compelled a wilder side of any being.

McGee glanced over at the sound of running water and peered at his form. He was reminded why certain she-wolves would seek him out. In his human form he wasn't terribly impressive, but in his canine form he was ultimately stunning.

His fur was a deep and shining black color with light patches of white and gold in random areas. His body was made for hunting, battle, stealth and his ability to marathon across long distances, a specimen of many things people pictured as something akin to a werewolf. Combine that with his wit and he felt complete.

McGee choked back a howl as his animalistic instincts took over in the chase. This was what he was, Timothy McGee the terror of the night.

…

McGee groaned and rolled onto his side to death stare at the beeping alarm before him. 5:00 A.M. it mocked, still screaming at him to get ready for work. Not to self, do not go on an outing until four in the morning on a work night. Tim yawned and did his normal routine before getting into his car and driving to none other than NCIS Headquarters.

When Tim arrived, he was shown with something of the normal sight except Tony was at his desk half awake. McGee stopped in his tracks and looked at the Italian for a moment. "Tony, are you okay?"

"Fine McGee, just dandy, go run along"

There was no way DiNozzo was near fine, especially when he actually got called by his real last name. There was also the faint scent of alcohol on his suit along with…fear and possibly sadness? "You sure Tony"

DiNozzo lifted his head and glared at McGee, "Just dandy" McGee stiffened slightly at the edge of his partner's voice.

McGee sat down at his desk and logged onto his computer looking through whatever he could find to keep himself distracted. Every so often he would glance over at Tony to make sure he was still awake. Eventually Ziva came in and asked the same questions as Tim only to get the same answers.

The Hebrew woman sat at her desk, "Neither of you two seem as though you had a glorious sleep last night."

Tony perked up at this and looked over at McGee, "Did the McGeek pick up a girl last night?"

"No"

"No, wait, let me guess two girls."

"Nothing to do with girls Tony, I walked Jethro all night." It wasn't a complete lie to be honest earlier in the night he had taken Jethro out for a run.

"McGee, why walk your dog all night?"

"…I didn't feel tired." Ziva opened her mouth to ask another question only a second before Gibbs walked past her Tony and McGee. "We've got a dead marine let's go."

Each grabbed their respected back packs and left in record time. Perhaps they would figure it out for themselves one of these days.

…

The crime scene was rather interesting. For once it wasn't too far from headquarters being that it was in D.C. in fact, McGee had recollection of being here last night. Tony had even been here last night and he in fact seemed spooked.

Tony's eyes were wide when he saw the state of the body. Tim's weren't as wide; he had seen this thing far too many times.

The body was mauled and gnawed on for most of the night that was obvious. The reason that it surprised him was that it was left out in the open. The skin was torn open and eaten along with muscle, heart, diaphragm, fat, and even some of the bones had been crunched in two allowing the said animal to lick out the marrow. The stench was in fact foul, the intestines hanging out along with whatever organs the creature didn't eat that had started to decay overnight.

McGee didn't even have to look twice to recognize the teeth marks along the bones though. Too large to be anything but something akin to a werewolf, not to mention the scent they had left behind. Tim had never been one to mingle with other canines of his species they loved to travel in packs most of the time, but had subjected themselves to a somewhat crude way of life.

Tony knelt down to the ground and looked around for anything that may have been left behind by their killer. "Hey boss"

"Yeah DiNozzo"

"How do they know it's a marine?"

Gibbs looked over the body and picked up a plastic evidence bag containing a driver's license. "Answer your question?"

Tony stared at the ID for a moment before answering, "Yeah boss"

"Good"

That man simply was too…too…McGee couldn't even put a word to it. But he knew, oh, he knew that there was something off about Jethro Gibbs, he could smell it.

…

Once they had finished bagging and tagging they were heading back to headquarters for forensics and 'case working'. McGee was actually sitting in the back with most of the evidence and pondering on the scent he had picked up. Of course he probably should have picked up the act of 'oh god that is terrible' instead of 'oh…it's a shredded body' because DiNozzo kept glancing back at him. "Hey, McQueesy," Tim turned his attention to the senior agent.

"Wasn't that body disgusting?" The tone Tony took seemed to be more mocking than anything.

Tim, unfortunately, had to play along, because for one he had to at least act somewhat human. "Tony, don't remind me of it."

Jethro eyed him in the mirror, quickly before returning his focus to the road. McGee returned to his pondering as he watched the highway pass by. Of course, since Tony had reminded him of said body, he remembered one of two things. One thing is that, he suddenly had the urge to go back and eat the rest of it and the second being that it was going to be in the building with him. This was going to be a long case.

It wasn't like he had never been around the dead bodies and not to have the wanting to eat them. It was just that was more of it was easier to ignore when they were…colder and had flesh on them. Human flesh was a texture he didn't like chewing much less in his mouth.

McGee took a silent sniff and suddenly smelled something quite off. For one it was something similar to a wolf's scent and for two it wasn't his own.