THEY'RE LIKE BUFFY…ON STEROIDS
AN: The Buffy referred to here is, of course, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This is my first, and hopefully not last NCIS/Supernatural crossover. I hope you guys enjoy. And, of course, I used movie references, this it Tony we're talking about here.
My beta, ccluvshorses101, is having Internet issues, so I was on my own on this one.
"This is not good, Boss." Tony said, looking up at the huge old house. "A spooky looking house, a dead body…and on Halloween. It's just…." Tony shook his head.
"Big Bad DiNozzo is afraid?" Tim teased.
"No!" Tony protested, rubbing the back of his head and giving his best evil eye to the back of Gibbs' head. "I just don't like Halloween, and this is not making me any happier." He looked up and the house again and then reluctantly followed the rest of the team.
"Come on, DiNozzo." Gibbs said, compelling Tony to catch up with him.
"You do know the history here, right?" Tim said, not finished his teasing. He caught up with Gibbs and Tony.
Tony reluctantly shook his head.
"It's notorious." Tim started.
By this time Ziva had caught up. She wanted to hear the story too. She couldn't understand how so many American's could deny the existence of the supernatural.
"I would love to hear a good story, McGee." Ziva said, encouraging Tim as she smiled at Tony.
"Well, when I was little I used to read ghost stories. I…it's always been a fascination with me. I would read the books, and they used to scare me so bad I couldn't sleep that night. But I still had the fascination." Tim explained.
Tony rolled his eyes at him.
Tim grinned and continued. "About 50 years ago there was an old doctor who lived here. He…it was said he experimented on people. He had a 'God Complex' or something. At any rate, his experiments ended up killing a lot of people over the 30 years he practiced. He was finally caught though. His wife had gotten very sick and had had to have home health care. Nurses and doctors soon invaded the house. The man had started to turn a little senile by that time. He couldn't care for his wife. The nurses found what they described as Frankenstein's lab in his basement. Also, in his library they found his notes. He had kept meticulous notes on his 'experiments.' That was enough to put him away. Plus his wife, who was now dying, told what she knew. She said she had heard screams coming from her basement. She had been told to never go down there. Also, in the beginning, she couldn't understand why he spent so much of his time down there." Tim paused. "They never really did anything to him though, because of his age and because of his mental state. He was just kind of monitored. He was evaluated by a social service worker until one day…he just…disappeared." Tim said. "The social worker came to the house, could not find him. She called the police eventually and they searched the house. They didn't find anyone either." By this time Team Gibbs had entered the house, flashlights at the ready. They had started to search the first floor. "They say he still does his experiments." Tim finished as the team started to split up and search for the body.
"All clear, Boss!" Tony called to Gibbs as he started to enter another room. He never said anything to the team, but he did believe in the supernatural, very much so. Unfortunately he had had the privilege, on several occasions, to see it up close and personal, thanks to his friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. Tony nervously began to hum the theme to 'Ghostbusters,' as he made his way through the house.
Tim chuckled and began to sing the words as he entered another room on the first floor. "Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!"
"Hey, Boss," Tony called after they all reconvened on the first floor. "…shouldn't a dead body be easier to find than this?"
"We got two more floors to search, DiNozzo." Gibbs replied, also annoyed that they had not found the body yet. "Ziva and I will go upstairs. You and Tim will take the basement."
"Perhaps someone is pulling our crane." Ziva suggested.
"It's yanking our chain. Tony corrected. "And you might be right. It's the perfect night for it. Have I told you guys how much I really, really…?"
They all knew what he was going to say. But Gibbs didn't give him time to get it out. "Shut up, DiNozzo. Let's split up and find this body. There's still work to do." He stated in an effort to refocus his team.
Tony sighed as he and Tim went off in search of the basement stairs. They found the entrance to the basement in the back of the house, just off the kitchen. Tony went down first, testing each step before putting his full weight on it. The stairs proved to be pretty sturdy, and they were down them in no time. They were standing in a large room that took up, they estimated, half the basement. The rest was made of small rooms. They did a preliminary look around, no body in sight.
Tony sighed. He was growing uneasy and was about to give McGee some instruction when he heard the first scream. It had been so close he had jumped, nearly upsetting a stack of old rotten magazines he was standing next too. He quickly looked at Tim, who had obviously not heard the scream. He was heading towards one of the many rooms to begin his search. Tony took a second to calm himself and then followed suit.
Tim had heard the second scream, it had closely followed the first and it sounded like a woman in sheer agony.
"DiNozzo, anybody ever tell you you scream like a girl? Tim said. As he ducked his head out of the room he was in a second later and spotted Tony. "Did you see a spider?" He teased again.
"That wasn't me." Tony said, shaking his head. "That was not me." So, he was not hallucinating. But somehow, knowing that Tim had heard it also brought no comfort.
"What do you mean that wasn't you? Tim asked, incredulous. "There is no one else here. And it came from this floor. It came from the basement."
"Can't argue with you there, McGee?" Tony agreed.
Then Tim backtracked. "Maybe Ziva on the second floor…voices carry. Sound effects are weird, sometimes, in old houses."
"If anybody is screaming there, it's the person Ziva's beating up, well, murdering from the sounds of it. And dead bodies don't scream." Tony contended.
"They don't get up and move either, Tony." Tim replied. He hated that he was getting just a little scared right about now. "Why haven't we found the body yet?"
"Maybe it's upstairs, on the second floor." Tony offered, moving towards the stairs. "We just need to catch up with Gibbs and Ziva and see what they've found." Tony paused at the bottom. He shined his light up the stairs when he didn't see the light from the open basement door.
Tony turned and looked at McGee. "Why did you shut the door? Have you learned nothing from horror movies? You don't shut doors in creaky old houses. They have a way of getting stuck."
Tim didn't say anything, he just shook his head. He had remembered his lesson from horror movies. In fact he had had the same thoughts as Tony, and he had pushed the door open further, until it had hit the wall behind it. Now it was completely closed.
Tony went up the stairs and tried the door. It wouldn't budge. He tried again, putting his shoulder into it.
Tony sat down in the stairs, shaking his head. "It won't budge. I'll just call…" He dialed Gibbs' number and put the phone up to his ear. "…strange, out of range." He commented. He then tried Ziva's number. "Now I don't have a signal." He closed his phone.
"Try your phone, McGee." Tony said standing up and brushing off his pants. He then took his flashlight and looked around their temporary prison. There were two windows too small for either man to get out of, and both had been painted shut. He then turned his attention to the large room they were in. He walked around the room, and it gave off a vibe. He turned suddenly feeling someone behind him. He was about to yell at Tim not to mess with him right now. But then he noticed that Tim was sitting on the steps, repeatedly trying to use his phone. His back stiffened and a bad feeling came over him. Even the great and mighty Leroy Jethro Gibbs could not get them out of this one.
Tony tried his phone one more time. The call went to a voicemail. Tony vented his frustration as he picked up the nearest object and hurled it against the wall.
"Listen guys." Tony said, in an urgent exasperated tone. "I need your help." He gave them the address. "I have enough stuff to hold them off for a little while.
I don't know what…what's here. I've heard screams and we've seen shadows. But…" there was a long pause followed by a gasp. "…you guys need to get here, like right now!" Tony just finished his sentence before the connection was cut.
Tony had, in his arsenal, some weapons the rest of Team Gibbs did not know about. He had started carrying Holy Water and rock salt. He was so grateful he had them with him now. He dug in his backpack and brought out the two small vials. He looked around the room, straining to see whoever it was that was occupying the shadows.
Tim got up from his place on the stairs. He slipped the phone into his pocket. "That wasn't Gibbs and Ziva you were talking to, because I couldn't get a signal. And…."
Tony shook his head. He was still looking around the room, and he looked worried, and a little scared. Tim had never seen him like this.
"Who were you talking to?" Tim asked.
"Dean Winchester." Tony replied.
Tim shook his head. The name meant nothing to him. "Who is Dean Winchester?"
"He's the one who is going to help us out of this situation." Tony replied.
Tim looked at his partner. When did Tony start speaking in riddles? "Tony, Gibbs will…."
Tony shook his head. "Even the mighty Leroy Jethro Gibbs can't…."
Both men jumped when they heard the scream again. Tim moved closer to the stairs when he saw a black figure emerge from the shadows and then dissolve into them again.
Tim blinked to clear his vision and in disbelief. He looked again. He was seeing an ordinary basement. "Did I just…? Did you see…?"
Tony nodded. "Yes, I did, and yes, you did." He replied, answering both questions.
"What the…?" Tim said staring at Tony. "That was just a story, Tony. I read it in a book when I was a kid." Tim replied.
"Don't discount what you read as fiction, McSkeptic." Tony replied, matter-of-factly.
It was only then that Tim noticed the two items in Tony's hands. "What are those?"
"Holy Water and rock salt." Tony replied, as if they were ordinary, everyday things everyone has in their possession.
"What…holy water? When did you join the priesthood?" Then Tim chuckled at himself, despite their situation. Anthony DiNozzo…a priest! The idea was ludicrous.
Tony drew a circle on the floor in salt. He then found several pieces of iron and laid them around the perimeter.
"Tim, I need you get inside the circle and stay inside the circle. Don't leave! I don't care what you hear or see. I just…I need to find out what I'm dealing with. It doesn't look like Sam and Dean are going to get to join our little party." Tony said.
Tony then began to chant. He hoped Dean had been right. That what he was saying would make the entity show itself, but limit its power. He felt very underprepared with just his water and salt.
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"Did you check your phone, Dean?" Sam asked again.
"Dude, I told you, it's that chick in San Antonio. You remember how we cut out of that place. I probably have something that belongs to her. I'll just mail it back. Not a problem." Dean stated.
Sam shook his head as he picked his brother's phone up off the nightstand. "First of all, Angelica was way more into me than she was you. Secondly," Sam paused as the phone message played. "Secondly, we need to get out of here, now!"
"What?" Dean said as he poked his head out of the bathroom and saw his brother hurriedly throwing his belongings into his duffle bag. "What, Sam? What's going on?"
Sam zipped up his bag. "Hurry up and pack." Sam said as he headed towards the door. "I'll tell you on the way."
Dean hurriedly packed his bag, and checked to make sure they had not left anything. Moments later they were on the road.
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They had been beating, no pounding, on the door for half an hour. And they could not get it open. There had been no sound from the basement, except for a couple of screams which Gibbs knew, for sure, had not come from his agents. The voice was female. And by all accounts, she was in pure agony.
Gibbs kept yelling his agent's names wondering why they did not answer. He felt no one pulling from the other side of the door. In fact, it felt as if someone was holding the door shut from that side, keeping them out.
Gibbs continued to yell until he heard a car pull up. Then he heard two doors slam shut. He didn't even have time to send Ziva out to see who it was before Sam and Dean were in the house.
"Agent Gibbs?" Dean called. He had never met Gibbs, but from what Tony had said, it would be in his best interest to announce his presence. "Agent Gibbs!" Dean said, with more force this time.
"Agent David?" Sam called, for pretty much the same reason. "Tony called us. We're here to help."
"Who are you?" Ziva asked, her gun trained on Dean.
Dean swallowed. Tony had been 100% accurate in his assessment. Ziva David was as deadly as she was beautiful. "My name is Dean Winchester. This…" Dean indicated his companion. "…is my brother, Sam. Tony called us. We got here as soon as we could. He just gave us this address and said he was in trouble."
Sam tried to move towards the basement door. He was stopped by Gibbs as he pulled his gun.
"I don't know you." Gibbs stated. "And if anybody is going to help my agents, it's going to be me."
Sam sighed. "Look, Agent Gibbs. We don't have much time. Tony is…he's not ready for what's down there. He knows some things. But, he…he won't last long. Not without backup."
Ziva spoke this time. "He and Tim…."
Dean nodded. He understood what she was trying to tell him. "I understand that. But Agent McGee can't help him. And neither will his gun. None of your weapons can help him. He's…He needs our help, the kind of help we provide."
Gibbs was torn. He knew his agents needed help. His gut was on knots, and for some reason he decided he needed to trust these two. And they had to know Tony, how else would these guys know their names? Still, he didn't like the idea that he could not help his own agents.
Sam could see the indecision on Gibbs' face. "Look Agent Gibbs, we don't expect you to believe this. We don't expect you to understand it. But trust us. We're hunters. We do this for a living, and we are the best chance Tony and Tim have of getting out of this alive!"
Dean had, by that time, unzipped his bag and was searching through it for what they would need to open the door. Dean began to chant as Sam applied the Holy Water. There was another scream. This time a distinctly male one as the door suddenly popped open.
Gibbs and Ziva could not believe their eyes as the door opened easily. They had been pounded on it and it had not budged.
Dean explained. "The entities were holding the door shut."
Dean and Sam then peered carefully into the basement. It was dark and there was no sound.
"Tony?" Sam asked, hoping to hear a response.
There was a low, far away, moan.
Gibbs and Ziva followed, slowly, after Sam and Dean.
Gibbs knew his agent was hurt. He called out to Tim.
"Right here, Boss." Tim replied. He sounded scared.
Sam and Dean quickly found Tony. They smiled at how well Tony had learned what they had taught him, protecting Tim with a circle.
Dean searched the basement as Sam knelt down in front of Tony.
"Agent Gibbs, take Tony and Tim up and out of the house. And take this with you." Sam handed Tony's vial of salt to Gibbs. "Make a circle of salt. Tony is still vulnerable. He's injured." Sam explained. "The salt will protect him. It'll protect all of you."
It wasn't until they got outside that Gibbs saw the extent of his agent's injuries. Tony's face was bruised and bloody. He knew Tony's ribs were bruised, maybe even broken. Gibbs could tell Tony was trying not to cry out in pain as he and Ziva wrapped their arms around him to support him. Tim followed slowly behind them. He was unsure what to make of what had just happened to him and Tony. He was equally as confused about Sam and Dean and what their role was in all this.
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A few days had passed since their 'adventure.' Tony was back at work, and Sam and Dean Winchester were off to parts unknown.
"What…what was that…back there? Tim asked, unsure how to phrase his question.
"It was exactly what you thought it was, Tim." Tony replied.
"But ghosts…they mentioned demons." Tim paused. "Those things…they don't exist."
"You saw the same things I did, McGee." Tony stated. "They deal with it all, vampires, evil clowns, angels…."
Tim shook head. "And Sam and Dean…are they for real?"
Tony looked at Tim for a second. "Its…just…they're kind of like Buffy…on steroids."
-Epilogues to follow-