By the time we got back to NCIS headquarters I was ready to rip the head off of Mr. Reed. Tony had even pulled over and let me drive so I wouldn't be able to. "If you are the murderer I will look forward to watching you being put in jail," I hissed as Tony took him down to the interrogation.
Gibbs was giving me 'the look', "He's a vampire, a very rude vampire, a vampire with a death wish," I said and walked over to my desk, "But I don't think he's the killer."
"Why not?" Gibbs asked.
"What respectable vampire would hire someone else to kill the people they hate?" I said going back through the files.
"So we have nothing then," McGee said.
"No, this could mean we're dealing with something completely different," I said.
"Like what."
"If Reed wanted them dead then he would have killed them himself and we would have never found the bodies, but what if someone wanted Reed dead," I said.
"You mean like a vampire hunter?" McGee asked
"Ya, only this one doesn't seem to be a good guy."
"Why would he not be a good guy?"
"Because, he's killing the innocent, only monsters do that," I said.
Gibbs was staring at me, but I really didn't care.
An hour later Tony and Ziva came back and I watched Reed leave, only after he had said that I was a stupid filthy mutt who wasted his time. If it wasn't for Gibbs standing in front of me, I would have killed him right then and there. "Now what?" Ziva asked.
"We wait and if he turns up dead then we start looking for a hunter," I said.
"We can't just wait for him to die," Gibbs said.
"Why not, would it really be a bad thing if this world had one less leach in it?" I asked.
"Keep talking like that and there'll be one less werewolf, too," Gibbs snarled, something was wrong with him.
I walked over to him, eyes narrowed, "Jethro, you ok?" I asked.
His eyes were glazed over and his skin clammy. "Shit," I cursed.
Gibbs suddenly grabbed my neck with un-human strength.
"Midnight! What's happening?" Ziva asked.
"Damn vampires, go get Ducky, we need to sedate him now!" I gasped.
"Filthy mongrel," Gibbs hissed.
"If you weren't my boss, you'd be missing an arm," I said gasping for breath.
"Weak lowly animal, you'll ruin everything."
"Reed, let him go!" I said as I felt a powerful mental force trying to get into my head.
"Not Reed, idiot dog," Gibbs laughed insanely.
"What?"
"Stupid mutt is getting confused." He laughed.
He was right, I was confused, I wanted to know what the hell was going on, and I wanted to breathe.
Ducky ran up and stopped next to me, "Make it fast Duck, I'm starting to see spots," I told him.
He uncovered a needle and stuck it into a bottle and then into Gibbs's neck. It took a few minutes but eventually Gibbs released me and fell forward. I caught him and laid him on the ground. "Tony, give me your cuffs," I said. He gave them to me and I firmly secured Gibbs' arms behind his back, "That will hold him until he wakes up."
"What's wrong with him?" McGee asked.
"Something has control of him, I don't know what, or how long his mind can last," I said.
"What does that mean?"
"When a human has their mind taken over it's only a matter of time until it breaks, after that whatever has control can do with them as they please, the human becomes a slave until he or she dies," I said.
"How long do we have?" Tony asked
"A few days at the most, but I can't even tell what it is," I said, turning and looking at them, "And unless we find out we're going to lose him."
