Chapter 4

I started the summoning, but not before asking Ducky to leave. For some reason I didn't want him there. I wanted to do this myself.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the summoning. While looking for Miss. Talbot's soul, I felt like I passed something that felt dark, sinister, and unlike other souls I've summoned or passed. It sent shivers down my spine, freezing me in the moment.

Then, as quick as it came it was gone. Shacking myself out of the mini trance I was in, I continued. I looked for Miss. Talbot, wanting this to be over.

I opened my eyes, and there she was. She stood over her body, staring down at it, with shock and sorrow.

"Hello Miss. Talbot," I said.

She quickly looked up, started by my voice. "Chloe?" It was more of a question than a statement.

I nodded. "It's me. I want to know who killed you."

Her eyes widened. "You sure are strait forward."

"I'm just in a hurry."

She looked around, seeing all the dead bodies. "I see. I would be too. Where are we?"

"Autopsy at NCIS. Now, did you see who killed you?"

She looked confused, thinking hard. "No. Strange really."

"They must have shot you from behind."

"No. They didn't."

"How can you know?"

"Because I saw the gun that killed me, but I saw no person."

(Derek's Pov.)

"Now," Vance said. Gibbs had left, leaving us with just the Director. "I'll need to talk to Simon and Tori now." He looked at me. "Alone."

"I'm staying," I growled. I may not be like other werewolves, but I'm still protective of my brother, and I didn't fully trust this guy.

"Chloe's down in Autopsy. You can go there and wait with her." Damn it. Got me.

"Wait." Simon waved his hands in front of his face, as though wiping a windshield, clearing his thoughts. "Chloe's in autopsy? Around dead bodies and a bunch of souls from people who were murdered? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Believe it or not, it's something she's agreed to do, and has now become part of her job. She does this willingly. She's much more in control of her powers now that she's had the practice."

"Her job?" Tori asked. "That's her job? Summoning dead people? But she hates doing that."

"Things change." No kidding. "Now, I'll need to talk to Simon and Tori, so if you'd like to go to Chloe, instead of any other agent of mine."

I nodded. I really needed to talk to Chloe alone. Explain. I wouldn't give her any crap, and I would be patient.

I walked down the hall to the elevators, and went down to the last level. I had to admit, I myself was surprised that Chloe would have anything to do with dead bodies. She usually avoided them.

When I got to the door of Autopsy I smelt something. I don't know how to describe it, but it was bad. I rushed in saw Chloe, staring at something I couldn't see, in the middle of the room, things flying around, some being knifes, almost hitting her, but not quite.

"Chloe," I screamed, but she didn't look at me.

But that wasn't the worst part. There was a black mist-like thing wrapping around Chloe, squeezing her. She looked like she was chocking. The mist kept wrapping, and the head of it actually had a face. It almost looked like one of those dark spirits that dad showed us pictures of.

Only problem: I'm not a Necromancer.

(Chloe's Pov.)

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw the gun. It was midair, and I saw it fire, but I didn't see someone shoot it," Miss. Talbot said.

"Are you sure?"

She looked at me with kind eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't be more help. I know I wasn't before."

This shocked me. "It's okay; it's not your fault. I just want to know if you've made anyone angry lately."

"The Edison group."

"What did you do?" And when I asked that Miss. Talbot disappeared, and the room started to shack. I looked around, jumping up from my seat.

Earthquake, I thought. Then I heard whispering around me. I looked around, and saw this black mist come out from between the tiles of the floor and ceiling, and though the bricks of the walls.

Scream, someone will hear you.

But will anyone see what you're seeing?

I didn't have time to choose because the black mist was wrapping itself around me. I couldn't breathe. It was cutting off my windpipes on my neck. What was it?

I thought I saw someone enter, but wasn't sure. If they said anything, I didn't here.

A face came right in front of mine, and it was terrible.

"Stop your search," it hissed. "Stop the search, and I might just let you live. This has nothing to do with you. We're just taking care of some unfinished business, and starting new aria."

(Derek's Pov.)

My werewolf instances kicked in, and I charged, pulling Chloe away from it, pushing her to the ground.

I looked up, but the black mist was gone. It just disappeared. The things in the room stopped flying, and just dropped. I looked back at Chloe, who was pale and crying in fright.

"What happened," I asked.

"I don't know," she shook. "I was talking to Miss- a lady, and then she diapered, and that happened."

"It had a face. Did it talk?"

"Yeah, it did. It said that we needed to stop the investigation because they were just finishing up some unfinished business and that they're starting a new aria."

"What?"

"I don't know. It didn't say much and I was so scared that it didn't make sense."

I sighed. "It's okay, it's okay. Let's get you out of here. It might come back."

"What was it?"

"I think it was a dark spirit."

"But you're not necromancer. How could you see it?"

"I don't know Chloe. I honestly don't."