Know this chapter is kind of short. But I didn't want to overdo it. So have fun. To all who have Read and Reviewed, thank you!

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Tim awoke in the room they had rented from the hotel. The moon shone through the window inviting the shadows to dance around the light. He sat up slowly not wanting to disturb Gibbs and rested his head in his hands. After he had ran from the restaurant they had decided to get room. Gibbs sent Tony and Ziva back to Virginia to solve the case from there while he and Gibbs stayed. Part of him wished he had asked Gibbs to send him back but, he wanted to be near her again. He couldn't believe just a few hours ago she had been standing in front of him.

He let out a heavy sigh and flopped back on the pillows. A low mournful howl echoed from outside. Tim looked out his window. That was weird. There weren't any wolves around her. After a moment he shrugged. It was probably just a dog. He heard something graze his window and he shot up reaching for his gun. Quietly, he closed in on the window and peeked out.

She was standing there. Waiting.

Tim swallowed hard and lowered the gun slowly. He wasn't sure what to do. She brought up her hand and beckoned him outside. As if someone had wrapped strings around his limbs he set his gun down on the nightstand and walked quietly pass Gibb's sleeping form. Cool night air rushed in when he opened the door. He made his way around the building his feet sinking in to the cold sand. She sat close to the water, the waves nibbling at her toes. She turned to look at him her hair loose around her face. Her green eyes were lit up and she stood. He noticed she was wearing the same dress she wore when they had sex for the first time.

Her fingers clasped around his and she led him up to a dune. Gently, she pushed him down, crawling on top of him. His mind and his hormones raged when she lowered her lips to his. Her lips were full and sweet. His hands were everywhere as he once again memorized her every curve. He pulled the dress over her head and flung it aside taking in her nude body. He opened his mouth to tell her he loved her but, her finger pressed against his lips. She leaned down and nuzzled his neck, her tongue flicking over the ridge of his vein. He closed his eyes and felt something sharp digging into his neck. He pushed against her shoulders and pushed her off of him.

Her mouth was rimmed with blood, his blood. He touched the stickiness pouring from his neck. She snarled softly her features transforming. Her eyes became hard with blood lust and her teeth grew sharp. He stared at her fingers as they shaped into claws. She jumped at him her claws aiming for him. He couldn't move fast enough and they pierced his chest. He yelled out in pain.

"MCGEE!" A familiar voice invaded his head.

Tim woke up struggling against Gibbs. He stared up at his boss and calmed down. Tim has kicked the sheets on to the floor during his nightmare. Cold hair from the window woke him up and he moaned softly. It had been a very long time since he had that nightmare. He concentrated on evening out his breathing. He was glad it was Gibbs with him and not Tony or Ziva. Gibbs wouldn't pester him with questions about what he was dreaming about.

"Sorry boss, bad dream." Tim finally said raising his eyes.

"Don't apologize McGee. Just get back to sleep." Gibbs stood and went back to his own bed.

Tim nodded and grabbed his sheet from the floor. He shook it out to cover himself. He felt something raining down on his legs. He reached down to brush away whatever it was and felt it stick to his hand. He brought it to closer to his face to see it in the light. It took him a moment to comprehend what it was but, when he did he felt the sweat brimming on his forehead.

It was sand.