Disclaimer: the characters aren't mine cry, I just like messing with them.

Summary: A serial killer is about and she sets her eyes on one of the team.

This is being written with my friend as well so we're just bouncing ideas off each other and this is what we came up with. Little warning it's kind of creepy and a bit gruesome, but we are a little twisted so enjoy.

My Precious

Evelyn purred in delight as the fear registered in his sparkling green eyes, his eyes were darting around the room, trying to find a way out. She enjoyed the look they had all got when they knew they would never get away from her, this one seemed stronger than most though, maybe, she would keep this one. Yes, I like this one she thought maliciously. They all bended to her will eventually, they all broke, she loved to see the fight leave them. She also, liked them submissive. She giggled to herself a little, while moving her hand to slowly caress his face, and then her fingers travelled ever so lovingly downwards. Over his bare chest, twirling her fingers in his chest hair. The look of panic in his once calm eyes excited her; she would stop for now, and let him wonder what was going to happen next. She moved so she was looming over the prone form beneath her, she bent down, her lips next to his ear and whispered while stroking his face.

"This is only the beginning, my precious." She smiled, the slight panic she had seen before shifted to sheer panic. She wanted to keep him for as long as possible, but he worked. She would need to get in contact with his work friends. She fished around in his pants pockets, searching for his cell phone; she would ring his boss while on her way to work. Speaking of work, it was time to leave.

She shuffled around her room, gathering her things. She watched out of her window for a moment at the busy morning traffic, then closed the blinds. Her room was immersed in a dim light from the elegant lamp on the nightstand next to her bed. She took a quick look at the half naked, still figure on bed. She turned out of her room closing the door behind her, she then locked it from the outside so he wouldn't get away. As she stepped into the living room of her apartment, she noticed his coat, she moved it out of sight and left. Bolting the front door shut.

While outside the apartment building she called for a cab to drive her to the hospital, where she worked. She rummaged around her bag, locating the cell she had taken. She pulled up the list of contacts and called someone named Gibbs.

x-X-x

NCIS head quarters, Monday morning.

Special Agent Gibbs looked across at his empty senior field agent's desk, it was unlike Tony to turn up over half an hour late. He had a feeling something was going on, but couldn't tell what. Just as he was about to ask his other agents where is missing one was, his phone rang. He looked briefly at caller ID, seeing that it was DiNozzo he answered as gruffly as usual.

"Gibbs."

What he wasn't expecting was the timid voice on the other end. As she explained the situation he calmed a little, but something was still bugging him. He slammed the phone down, and looked up; McGee and Ziva were staring at him with questions in their eyes.

"Get back to work, we're a man down today." he ordered quickly.

"Boss, what about Tony." asked McGee, only stuttering slightly. He'd gotten quite used to his boss's tone first thing in the morning.

"He's sick; now don't make me ask again."

Both McGee and Ziva settled back to work. Ziva was keeping an eye on Gibbs; she could tell something was bugging him. Ziva wasn't sure but she had a strange feeling. She had spoken to Tony last night and he seemed fine then. He'd been talking about a date he was going on with a new neighbour in his building. She would ring him later to see how he was; she was his partner after all.

x-X-x

Tony breathed a sigh of relief as Evelyn left; he wasn't sure what the hell was going on. He couldn't move; yet he was awake. Anytime he had tried to talk his mouth refused to cooperate and only sounds came out. He really needed to get out of here, what the hell was this lady planning to do with him? If he was honest he was a little scared, I mean, who wouldn't be if they were half naked, not able to move even an inch, and some creepy lady wanting to do things that he didn't even know yet. When he had let his panic show at her ministrations, she had just smiled, with glee and lust in her cold blue-green eyes.

He had fist met her a day or so ago, crap! He didn't even know what time it was at the moment. Damn it! Gibbs is gonna be pissed, he thought wryly. Won't Gibbs know something was hinky when he didn't show up to work? Right I've had enough of just lying here, time to get yourself moving DiNozzo.

At first he tried to move his head, needing to see around the room rather than just the top half of it. His head slowly moved to the side. The room just looked like any other typical room, simple, a bed, a nightstand, a lamp and a window. There was however, a lack of personal possessions. That little tid bit bit of information made it seem like she wasn't going to be here long. At least he could move his head now. He took stock of the rest of his body, his muscles seemed numb, weak almost, what the hell was he given. His investigator mind told him that it must have been some sort of muscle relaxant, damn he mumbled, sounding a little slurred. How long would it take for the effects to wear off?

He struggled for the better part of two hours. His arms flopped uselessly back down on the bed, he'd only managed to get them up maybe an inch. This was torture; he wasn't even restrained and yet, he still couldn't move. Maybe, that was the whole point, no matter what though. He would try and find a way out.

x-X-x

"Gear up, we have a body."

Gibbs ordered. He didn't like not being backed up by Tony, it wasn't that he didn't trust the others, they just weren't Tony. He was the best agent he had worked with, he wouldn't admit it but he'd grown to like Tony like a son that he never had.

The journey to the crime scene was somewhat tense, Gibbs was driving like a madman as usual, but the air of lightness that Tony brought was missing. All of them would even kill to hear a stupid movie reference right about now.

The crime scene it's self was a mess. The alley the body was found in was overflowing with waste, cardboard boxes crumpled by the rain overnight. The body seemed untouched by the rain though, which meant that it could have only been dumped recently. Copper laced the air around the body, McGee was trying hard not to be sick. The body it's self was colourless, it seemed to have no blood left, it was all around it. The hair of the body matted, from lying in the crimson blood beneath it. The body was wearing only trousers and it's dog tags, which were smeared in blood. The stomach of the body was sliced open, spilling the contents within. On the wall, written in congealed blood were the words.

'MY PRECIOUS'

TBC

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