A/N: Hey guys! this is my first Horror fic, so let's see how this goes! :) I've been wanting to do one for NCIS for quite some time but I haven't gotten around to doing it yet...until now :P

WARNING: it's pretty dark it will get darker and gruesomer as more chapters come by (Hence why the rating is M). So if you like this kind of stuff, please enjoy! and let me know what you think! :)

Scattered clicking sounds of the continuous flash built into the delicate camera held by cold hands burst in the scene. Blood, nowadays it seems to be everywhere. Every case, even outside one, Blood, just blood caressing the mind of the young field agent as he gulped in another case that blew his mind. He knew that he has seen and been through much worse but the sight of what was displayed before him, which to his displeasure seemed more like an art then a kill. He shook his head to that thought. An art? Killing is not an art, how could one think that? Crazy people, he thought. People whose minds were so twisted that that their view on pleasure was nothing but ripping the lives of innocents. He knelt down beside the first victim. Their eyes were different, different as in one was blue and the other brown. He glanced over to the other victim who lay perfectly still on the couch as though he had just fallen asleep. He watched as his older co-worker lifted the eyelids of the victim. One brown and one blue. He glanced closer at the skin noticing that the texture and colour were off around the elbows. He glanced over at the second victim. It was the same. He swallowed hard as the words to describe what he had found refused to be released.

"Um…I uh…found something," he said with what his co-worker noticed to be quite low, making it hard to hear. The co-worker joined the kneeling agent and glanced where his partner was glancing. The young agent did not have to say anything for all he did was point to the difference in skin types upon the victims arm.

"Well, Timothy you have definitely found something…rather unusual in fact," mentioned the old corner that joined them after noticing their strange attention towards the victim's arm. "Move aside gentlemen as I take a quick look."

The two co-workers did as they were asked, the younger of the two still not able to keep his eyes off of the victim.

"You okay, McGee?" the older one asked.

McGee nodded and moved his eyes to look at a different scene.

"Dinozzo! Any info on who they are?" their boss exclaimed as he entered the living room to which they were present in.

"Uh, yeah, Victim number one is a civilian named Markus Shoules and victim number two is Petty Officer Jason Grey. Both are neighbours and good friends. Uh, both have girlfriends and that's about it, boss."

Their Boss nodded as made his way to the corner.

"Anything Duck?"

"Well, it seems that our killer has made what is seems to be 'mixed dolls', he somehow very professionally cut each of them up and then mixed their parts together and made a 'doll'. Notice the make-up on their faces and the clothes they are wearing. This seems to be the killers own human sized raggedy dolls, except you can hardly see the scars of where he must have stitched them up! I have not checked their time of death but when I do I expect them to have been deceased for a very long period of time for the stitches to mend into such small scars. But, if that were true he must have preserved them with something because they look to be freshly killed!" The doctor exclaimed with a small hint of anger. McGee felt a pain in his stomach to which traveled up his esophagus. He gagged and ran towards the nearest garbage bin to which nothing quite enjoyable flowed its way out of his mouth. Tony's body shook with disgust to the scene of his partner throwing up. His boss nodded at him to go and take care of his co-worker.

"Come on buddy," Tony said as he helped McGee up from his crouched position. McGee moaned as his unbalance left him to fall upon his partner almost falling to the floor as he stumbled his way to get up straight. "There we go, okay let's go in the car and you can lie down."

Tony led his co-worker to the car helping him gently inside it. He glanced to his side and saw his other co-worker Ziva David interviewing the girlfriends of the victims. It made him laugh a little because he knew how much she hated interviewing the lovers or relatives of the victims, but mostly the lovers.

-x-

"The maker is only as great as his work, they say. They say that once the maker is satisfied with his masterpiece, his only wish is to share it with the world. That is not my wish. I prefer to only show my masterpieces to those who are worthy of seeing it; otherwise, it is only mine to observe and keep," A thin man explained as he seemed to be sewing two thick materials together, so perfectly one would think that the stitches were machine made. A young man sat behind the man who was sewing. The light was so dim one could not see him face, only hear his staggered breaths flowing with uniform pattern as the bitter cold air seemed to want to snap away at his tongue.

"Why?" the man sitting in the dark asked with a slight crack in his voice making it rather obvious that he was very uncomfortable. The sewing man ignored his question and continued his work making sure every detail was perfect. Once the man finished he turned his head to face the other man. He stood up and glanced at the man's features, to which made him smile. He placed his hand upon the man in the chair's shoulder stroking it gently. The texture pleased him to which added a flourish of stings in the sitting man's stomach. The sewing man took out his knife from his pocket.

McGee's heart burst with panic as he woke up from his bed. His breathing grew heavy very heavy in fact it was hard to breathe at all. He clicked on his light and noticed that the TV was on in his bedroom. Ironically it was 'The silence of the Lambs' displaying the scene of the killer's room with a fat suit made out of human skin standing on a holder. McGee shut the TV off. Though the qualities of the killer from the movie and the one who displayed that 'piece of art' did have similarities but McGee shook his head. No one can be that crazy, right? It only happens in the movies! In all of Tony's stupid movies! This reassurance did make McGee a tad bit better but his insides were aching at the thought of a killer like this one or even like Hannibal Lector who is also present in the film as one of the mains could actually exist. No they don't. It's just Hollywood make things more dramatic. McGee has dealt with many serial killers and they all turn out to be the same.

BTW I'm a Hannibal fan, so there may be a few references :P