Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.

Warnings: Mpreg (Not the team)

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Becoming Pack

Chapter 7: Who Knew?

Jimmy stared at the thing as it twitched back and forth, his fingers itching to touch it.

Heavy sigh. "Please stop staring at my tail, Jimmy."

Jimmy blushed and looked at the owner of said tail. "Sorry," he said.

"It's fine," Tim sighed again before turning his attention back to the body on the table.

Jimmy had called Tim down to Autopsy when he noticed something weird about the body as he was sewing it up while Ducky had stepped out to talk to Abby. Tim had taken one look at the body, knew something was off, and quickly snapped on some gloves before giving the body a closer look. It was during that time that Tim's spotted tail slithered up and out of the back of his trousers.

Michael, the hunter, had explained to everyone that as Tim neared his five hundredth year he would undergo what humans considered puberty - hormonal imbalance, mood swings, body aches, no voice changes, though - as the weeks grew closer to his birthday.

He had even informed them of odd happenings, such as fangs and claws appearing, or even Tim making nothing more than grunts, purrs and meows just to name a few. Considering the tail thing, Jimmy felt the hunter had been remiss in the telling.

"This actually happens quite a lot," Tim said, putting down the corpse's arm.

Jimmy blinked. "Pardon?"

"My tail popping out," Tim replied, nodding over his shoulder toward his tail, that the Autopsy Gremlin was starting to think had a mind of its own as it wriggled in the air.

"Usually I can control it, even during the Full Moon week," the Were continued, "but the closer it gets to my five hundredth year the harder it becomes."

"Oh!" Jimmy said, eyes widening with curiosity, "does Ron's tail do that?"

Tim held back a grin at the FBI Agent's first name as he shrugged. "Don't really know, all Weres are different."

Jimmy nodded, and went back to leaning over the body, though his eyes strayed back to the tail from time to time. It was just odd seeing it.

"He's a god."

Jimmy blinked, "Um, excuse me, …what?"

Tim helped up the man's arms and pointed at the light blues veins that were visible. "Look at them."

Jimmy stared and gasped when the veins suddenly turned purple.

"A god. Well, a demi-god," Tim said putting the arm down.

"Like...Hercules?"

"Yeah, but just without the morals and sexy muscles," Tim chuckled before turning serious. "This is probably going to be a problem."

"Isn't it always?"

"Point taken."


"A god?"

"Demi-god Tony."

"Like Hercules, right?" Since the MCRT's involvement with Tim's family, Tony thought they had pretty much run through the gamut of the supernatural. "Great. Now mythology. Greek? Roman? Egyptian? Norse?" He mentally rolled his eyes.

Tim smiled at the words Jimmy had said not just ten minutes ago as his computer signaled it was finished with its search. It showed the files of the dead naval officer, one Commander Kurt. There were his military files along with his other files. Tim had created a new program some time ago after their pack training.

He figured it was better for his team. They would have the pertinent information from both worlds – mundane and supernatural - and be able to talk about the case without bringing much suspicion and questions, and the additional knowledge would hopefully keep his team safe.

Tim brought the demi-god's files up on the plasma screen.

"Father Poseidon. Not really surprised there," Tony commented. "Mother…Jasper Redcliff? What the…?" The Senior Agent turned to the Were. "Um, I think you've made an error, Probie."

Tim shook his head. "Nope. No error Tony."

"But… Jasper's a woman, right? His parents were just high or something, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Adopted?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Tim watched Tony face turning thoughtful. The Were watched Tony's facial expressions as things came together. He waited for the reaction.

"Huh!" Tony finally said.

Tim waited for more and shrugged when he didn't get anything else. For someone who was incredibly nosy about his co-workers and friends, Tony kept his own counsel. "She lives in Virginia."

"I'm sensing a pattern, yes?" Ziva said with a grin, remembering that the last three cases were all in Virginia and were of the supernatural. Tim just rolled his eyes.

"You all better have something for me," Gibbs said as he came breezing in, coffee in hand.

"Commander Kurt is Hercules, Boss!" Tony said, smiling.

Gibbs blinked at him.


And it turned out Jasper was a man…a heavily pregnant man. Tony wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Let me guess … first timers in the other world?" Jasper asked after they showed him their badges. He let them in, waddled over to the sofa and sat down with a relieved sigh, one hand on his large round belly.

"Yes," Ziva said, finally taking her eyes off his stomach to look at him.

"Don't worry about it. You'll see stranger things than this if you haven't already, trust me," Jasper chuckled before turning to Tim who was fidgeting in his seat. "Sorry about the magic." Jasper said. "I know you Weres don't like it."

"It's fine," Tim smiled. "I'm good."

"You can tell?" Tony finally spoke.

Jasper nodded before changing the subject.

"What can I help you with?"

"It's about your son Kurt," Gibbs replied startling his Agents for a bit as the man hadn't said a thing after since seeing Jasper.

"Let me guess, he's dead."

All three humans blinked.

"You know?" Ziva asked.

"The myths may have been wrong about a few things, but the one thing they always got right was that they are warriors," Jasper said, "that's why half of them are in the military. It helps with all the pent up energy."

"You don't seem upset about it," Tony said.

"That's because Kurt's not really dead," Tim answered.

"He's on Olympus," Jasper clarified when he got blank stares.

"Sooooo, he's not dead," Tony spoke up.

"Technically no."

"Sooo, there's no case?"

"Not really."

"Still have to find out how he died," Gibbs said.

"Probably by another god or demi-god…or a Sea Serpent, you may want to look into Loki's kid, what was his name again…no wait if it was a Sea Serpent you wouldn't have found the body," Jasper mumbled as he rambled out loud.

"Great. Greek with a side of Norse." All Tony remembered about gods was the Wonder Woman TV show, the Justice League animations (a guilty pleasure) and the Thor movie. He sighed.

Tim hid a smile behind his hand at the looks his teammates were giving the man, before he interrupted, deciding it was probably best if they left. No point in doing a search unless Gibbs wanted one, but the Were got the feeling the Boss wasn't thinking about that.

"Thank you for your time, Jasper," Tim said, interrupting the man's ramblings.

"Huh, oh yes! You're quite welcome." Jasper walked them out, apologizing for not offering them anything to drink, which they reassured him was just fine. Once in the car there was a heavy awkward silence.

"He was…nice?" Ziva finally said.

"Yeah," Tim said with a small nod, and waited for the inevitable question.

"Can you…you know," Tony asked making hand motions.

"Some can."

Tim ignored the blues eyes that looked at him through the rearview mirror, and it was only when they got back to the Yard and their desks, that Tony realized that Tim hadn't answer his question.


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