*************************Next Morning*********************************************

Gibb's blue eyes watched the clock ticking away as he sat thinking about what to do next. He looked at the stairs to see Tony hurrying down.

"Late Tony?" he said, smirking.

"Sorry boss." Tony said, breathlessly as he sat at his desk sorting out the papers on it.

"Did you notice anything suspicious about Buffy when you followed her?"

"Actually..." Tony's voice faded away as he remembered the night before.

"DiNozzo?"

"I followed her to a graveyard and we talked and then..."

"Yes?"

"We were attacked..."

"What? By who?" Gibbs raised his voice causing Ziva and McGee to look up from their desks.

"Not who, it wasn't human," Tony replied, his eyes widening.

"Not this again. Tony don't start believing these mental people."

"I'm not being fooled into anything. It wasn't human, then she stabbed him with a wooden stake and it turned to dust! And the way she kicked him was unbelievable, she's extremely strong! And he just got up like she barely touched him,"

Gibbs sat speechless. Tony seemed like he was serious but could how can they exist. It just didn't seem right. Vampires? Was it that crazy to even consider it?

"Boss?" Ziva said, watching Gibbs.

"Ok, I'm going to go see Ms. Summers again. McGee, was there anymore bodies?" Gibbs asked.

"No but another girl went missing yesterday," McGee transferred her I.D onto the big screen. "She's called Katrina, she's 18 years old. Parent's reported her missing yesterday after she didn't come home the night before,"

"McGee, Ziva go talk to the parents; find out if they know anything."

"What should I do Boss?" Tony asked.

"Whatever you want," Gibbs stated as he stood up to leave the headquarters.

*********************************NCIS**********************************************

Willow's red hair bounced off her shoulders as she headed towards the front door. Her pale hand wrapped around the handle as she opened it, revealing a silver haired man with bright blue eyes.

"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS, is Ms. Summers here?" the man asked.

"No, sorry. Do you need me to tell her anything?"

"No, actually if you don't mind could I ask you some questions?"

"Um, sure,"

Willow opened the door further, allowing Gibbs to walk into the house.

"So, you're a friend of Buffy?"

"Yes, I'm Willow Rosenberg. I've actually known Buffy since high school and now we live together,"

"So are you two partners?"

"No, no, just best friends. I am interested in woman though, I have a partner called Tara, but Buffy's straight..." Willow babbled on until Gibbs interrupted her.

"Ok, Willow," he laughed.

Dawn sat in her bed, above the living room listening to Willow talking to the agent. This isn't fair, why does Buffy always get the attention. Little miss perfect slayer, wanted by everyone. Don't get me wrong I love my sister but she's always the centre of everyone's world. Everyone always thanks her for everything, I've helped before but no one cares. They treat me like a little kid, it's so annoying. I'm so tired of it; I just want to be noticed for once, just once! Dawn's chocolate brown eyes glanced over to her open draw where a small knife lay. She surveyed it for another minute until she found her fingers reaching out for it. It was as if her hand had a mind of its own. Her long fingers fastened around the cold handle of the blade and brought it out of the draw. She took out her pale arm from her jacket and felt the cold tip of the knife touch her soft skin. A shiver fell down her back. She dug the tip of the blade into her skin until a drop of blood emerged onto her arm. She watched as the knife tore a neat line across her wrist, blood trickled down her hand. The skin parted slowly as the knife carried on along her wrist. Her hand had become red now, blood red. She could feel the endorphins flowing through her, a shiver off fulfilment shook her body. She stared down at her wrist, blood was everywhere. The knife fell from her fingers. Dawn ran over to her bathroom and rinsed her arm in the sink. The tap turned on, she stood staring at her wrist but the blood wasn't washing away. There seemed to be more blood. Her eyes followed the running water, except it wasn't water. It was blood...

A panicked scream filled the house causing Jethro and Willow to look up startled at the ceiling. Gibbs grabbed his gun from his jacket and ran up the stairs. He followed the scream until he reached the door. Willow stood closely behind him.

"That's Dawn's room," she muttered.

"Stand back," Gibbs ordered as her wandered into the room looking around.

He pointed his gun towards the slightly open bathroom door. As he slithered around the door he found a pale white brunette girl crouched against the wall, Dawn. Tears crawled down her white cheeks and her arm was covered in blood.

"Dawn! What happened?" Willow's soft voice asked.

She slowly lifted her shaking arm and pointed an unsteady finger towards the sink where dark red liquid poured out of the tap. Willow gasped. Gibbs stood shocked. He caught a glance of her red hair pass her as she kneeled down and hugged Dawn, tightly. Jethro looked down at her bloody arm, that wasn't just blood from the sink, in-between the stained skin lay a deep cut on her wrist. Gibbs crouched down near Dawn and pointed at her wrist.

"Did you do this to yourself?" Gibbs asked her in his rough voice.

"Dawn?" Willow gasped as she noticed the deep wound.

Dawn looked up at him, her eyes darkened. She followed his finger to the cut in her wrist.

"Yes," she grunted.

Willow stood up, her eyes transfixed on Dawn who sat staring at Gibbs.

"Dawn, honey, what did you do?" Willow asked, her voice shaky.

"Now you pay attention to me," she said in a dark voice.

"Dawn..." she repeated.

"Why do you think I did this, no one cares about me!" Dawn snapped, her voice cracking.

"Dawny, of course we care about you..." Willow reached a hand out for her shoulder but she edged away.

Gibbs watched intently. Maybe there was more going on in this household than I expected.

"No you don't. It's all about Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Never about me, no one cares about little kid Dawn!"

A slamming of a door echoed through the house from below. Gibbs turned around and then noticed the tap again.

"I'm going to call my team to check the water supply," Gibbs stated as he watched Dawn shrivel up in the corner.

Buffy barged through the bedroom door and straight to the bathroom where Gibbs was leaving.

"What're you doing here?" she asked, sternly.

"You may want to check on your sister," he motioned his finger towards the bathroom door. "I'm calling NCIS; I may have another murder investigation,"

"Why, what happened?" Buffy asked, her skin slowly turning pale.

"There's blood coming out of the tap," Gibbs said casually as he took his mobile from his pocket.

"I meant about my sister!" Buffy stated angrily.

"Go see for yourself,"

Gibbs began dialling as Buffy ran into her younger sister's bathroom. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her sister curled up on the floor with blood smeared across her bare arm. Willow stood near her, her eyes damp. She looked over to Buffy who stood frozen.

"Will, what happened?" Buffy asked, softly.

"She cut herself, but at least most of the blood is from the tap,"

Buffy grew paler. She cut herself; my little sister purposely hurt herself. How could she do this? Why would she do this?

"Why?" Buffy managed to ask.

"She said because no one cared about her," Willow said, almost whispering.

That pushed Buffy too far. Her stomach tightened, her face turned grey. Why would she think that? Why? Buffy ran over to the toilet and choked as sick leapt from her mouth. Tears ran down her pale cheeks. Why would she think no one cared? I love my sister. How could she do this? Just the thought of Dawn hurting herself on purpose because of something Buffy could've prevented made her feel ill. Buffy stepped away from the toilet and flushed it.

"Buff, are you ok?" Willow asked, concerned for her friend.

"Once again it's all about Buffy," Dawn mumbled.

"What?" Buffy asked, her throat sore.

Dawn looked up, anger on her face. "I said once again it's all about Buffy. I'm sitting here and no one cares. They're just concerned about you,"

"How can you even say that?" Buffy asked, her voice straining.

"Because it's true," Dawn screamed.

"No it's not Dawn, we all love you. How could you think we don't?" Willow cut in, her voice sounded hurt.

"Because no one cares! You treat me like a kid!" She screamed back.