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Note: I'm so glad that lots of people were impatient for the next chapter, so without further adu I give you the next chapter!

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

Gibbs followed the heart string as fast as he could until he reached the entryway to get underground. He too remembered going after Tony into a sewer system years ago, but didn't dwell too much on it. Standing in the shadows by the door was one of the vampire slaves, a male. He was blonde, skinny, and tall. He wasn't very big or strong-looking, but Gibbs knew the vampire strength he would wield. Gibbs looked into the dead, soulless eyes and felt sad. This slave had clearly been young when he was changed. He couldn't have been more than 20 years old; he'd most likely had his whole life to live ahead of him. Although there were kinder vampires that would only change someone that was dying who didn't want to be, Gibbs was willing to bet that Lucian and his partner were not that kind of vampires. The young man had probably been snuck up on and cut down in his youth, the rest of his life belittled to being nothing more than a soulless, blood sucking slave. Even still, Gibbs hated to have to kill him. It wasn't his fault he was what he was. But he just couldn't leave him alive, right? Because then when he made it to Lucian and his partner, they would just call him in to attack him. And if they all attacked him at once, he would die, and Tony would be left to be their slave. No. Gibbs wouldn't allow that to happen.

Soundlessly, Gibbs flew to the roof above where the slave was standing. If he got this just right, he could kill the slave before he sent word to his masters, warning them. He looked down below him, waiting to strike. By the smell, this slave was alone but there was another not too far inside the passage. He would have to be quick in taking each one out. Forcing the regret from his mind, he put his wings away, unsheathed his fangs and claws, and collected his muscles so he could be ready to pounce. He pushed over the edge and effortlessly landed on the vampire. The vampire grunted in surprise but Gibbs had already wrapped his hands around his head and twisted it, breaking the vamps' neck. He kept twisting and wrenching it until the head ripped from the body. As the blood started to collect at his feet, his stomach roared and reminded him that he hadn't finished feeding yesterday. He reached for the body and lifted it to his mouth so he could suck it dry of blood. As he felt the gooey red liquid run down his throat, he could feel his body strengthening, hardening. His senses were sharper. His energy increased. He felt invincible.

When no more blood came from the body, Gibbs tossed it away, deeper into the shadows and out of sight. Then he turned and entered the doorway. Making no noise, he walked forward, using his nose to find the next vampire. He was also mindful of the heart string becoming stronger with every step closer to Tony. That feeling, the feeling that he was so close to his mate, gave Gibbs courage and even more strength. Suddenly, the smell of dead, rotten flesh was nearly overwhelming. Another vampire must be literally right around the corner. He creeped until the very end of the wall then poked one eyes over the edge. A vampire female was pacing back and forth from one wall to the other. She was young-looking as well, though slightly older than the last slave. She was probably in her mid-twenties, brunette, thin, and gaunt. Her pale brown eyes were soulless too as they stared at the ground. Not even blinking, she didn't even appear to be in this world, like she was in her own. And maybe she was. Gibbs again, pushed away the sadness and regret before he launched at her. She didn't even react when he ripped her head from her body and tossed it back the way he came. Gibbs had to blink away tears at the waste of her life before continuing on.

He stepped away from the body and took a deep breath. The scent of vampire was fainter now, meaning that the last slave must've been alone. He followed the pull this way and that down the corridors before the scent got stronger again. He peered around the corner and standing in the doorframe of what appeared to be a large-ish room, stood the other male. He was black haired, tall, and really buff. Gibbs knew he'd be tougher to destroy. He was about to pounce when he heard an agonizing scream pierce his ears. Tony!

Not waiting a moment more he charged around the corner and barreled into the male slave. The slave grunted on impact but didn't fight back. Gibbs tossed his body away and stood in the room. His eyes immediately fell on Tony, on HIS Tony. Lucian and his friend were standing over him as he lay crumpled on the ground in a pool of blood. He wasn't moving and didn't appear to be breathing. Letting out a strangled, pain-filled cry, Gibbs launched himself at the two vampires elders. With all his might, he fought back against them as they clawed and bit and punched and kicked at him. They were just a mass of shrieking bodies as they fell to the ground in their struggle. He sank his claws deep into Lucian arm and ripped it from his body. Lucian cried in agony and fought back harder. Gibbs somehow managed to sink his teeth into the other one's neck and he held on. The vampire struggled and Lucian tried to pull Gibbs away, but Gibbs just bit down harder until finally he was able to rip the vampire's throat out. He reached into the wound with both hands and ripped the head from the body. Lucian let out a snarl then launched at Gibbs and summoned the other vampires into the mix. Fighting three vampires, Gibbs didn't care who got the end of his attack; he just was wild with rage and agony. The male that Gibbs had met at the door was the first to die as Gibbs punched him so hard, his fist went all the way through his skull. Gibbs kept fighting. He knew he was wounded in many places and bones were broken, but the pain he felt physically meant nothing. He would get his revenge for what happened to his mate. The final slave met her match when Gibbs sliced his claws all the way through her stomach, snapped her spine, and came out the other side. Using his other hand, he punched Lucian to the floor a few feet away from him before tearing her body in half. Lucian looked up at Gibbs with terrified and exhausted eyes. Gibbs stood over him, daring him to attack again.

"You killed Tony!" Gibbs shouted down at him, "And now, you will die too!"

Lucian flinched but shouted back, "No! No! He isn't dead! I didn't kill him! He shall survive the change!"

"YOU CHANGED HIM?!" Gibbs roared. Not waiting for another word, he surged forward. Lucian tried to run but he wasn't fast enough. Gibbs grabbed hold of his arm, lifted his body into the air, and slammed him to the ground behind him. The concrete shattered from the vampire's hard body. Gibbs jumped on top of him and grabbed his head. Lucian gave him one last terrified look before Gibbs yanked his head from his body. He shredded his body in pieces and scattered them in his rage.

"Gibbs! That's enough!" a sudden voice spoke.

He shot his head up and saw Ziva standing there. Her wings, fangs, and claws out and eyes red with hunger at the scent of all the vampire blood. She was standing over Tony, looking down at him as if afraid to touch him. Gibbs immediately lost his rage and swiftly went to his mate. He crouched down and looked at his Tony, all broken and bloody and scarred. He was twitching, his whole body pale.

"Gibbs. He won't survive the change. It's already slowly killing him."

Gibbs eyes flooded with tears, and he looked up at her with a pained expression, "I can't lose him Ziver… What do I do?"

Ziva looked from Tony to Gibbs and back again before crouching down as well, "It might be possible to suck the venom out of him. But it is impossible to tell how much of him can be saved from it. His body has already begun to change. His blood will have already converted to a vampire's blood. You may take too much…"

Gibbs shook his head and immediately said, "I have to try." He saw the place on his mate's neck where he had been bitten. He gently gathered Tony in his arms and quickly wrapped his mouth around the bite. He closed his eyes and started sucking. Ziva was right; Tony's blood had started to change. The combination of Tony's blood and the vampire blood was driving Gibbs crazy. It was delicious and enticing and made Gibbs feel warm. He was so distracted by the taste that he would have probably kept sucking if not for Ziva placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing, silently letting him know it was time to stop. It took every ounce of self-control he had to remove his mouth from Tony and gently release him. Then he bit into his own skin at his wrist and tore it open wide enough for a steady stream of blood to flow out. He opened Tony's mouth and let some collect there, before rubbing Tony's throat to make sure he swallowed. He also let some of his blood drip across Tony's wounds, giving them extra healing powers. He licked his wrist to close to wound before leaning closer to Tony. He opened up their mental connection and concentrated on finding something, anything that would tell him Tony was alive and gonna stay that way. He closed his eyes and thought, 'Tony? Baby, speak to me. Please.'

After a moment he finally got a response. 'Gibbs?' Tony's weak mental voice spoke.

'Yes! Yes Tony! It's me! Listen to me. You are NOT going to die. You understand me? You're not allowed to leave me yet. I need you. I won't be able to live without you. So you have to fight with everything in you to survive. Got that?'

Ziva watched as Tony's head nodded in very small movements as Gibbs heard him say, 'I won't leave you Gibbs. I haven't had you for nearly as long enough as I wanted yet.' This time he sounded a tad stronger. But then he fell into unconsciousness.

Gibbs immediately opened his eyes and gathered Tony in his arms. "Ziver. Can you clean up so I can get Tony to a hospital?"

Ziva smiled warmly, "Of course Gibbs. Take care of Tony. I'll be there soon."

Gibbs nodded before unleashing his wings and taking off.

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

As Ziva watched Gibbs fly off with Tony in his arms, she wondered what the future held for them. Not for just two of her favorite men, but for the rest of the NCIS family as well. Not only were Tony and Gibbs together, but they were mated, Gibbs as a Crusnik and Tony as a human. Though that last part now gave her some concerns as well. Tony had been bitten by a vampire, was almost killed by the change coursing through him at this very moment. Gibbs had probably done a good job at getting most of the venom out, but there was no telling if the venom would stop there. Vampire venom could be very unpredictable unlike popular belief. Legend had made it seem like it was somewhat easy for a human to become a vampire. But there were a lot of things that stood in the way. The human could be too sick, too close to death like Tony had been, or had blood that would reject the change. The human could have been injected with too much or too little venom. But even a small amount could cause some form of change. The human could develop smooth, hard, cold skin, fangs, or worst of all a taste for blood. It wouldn't be as strong and uncontrollable as a true vampire's would nor would the human die from not eating blood like a vamp would.

Ziva had thought it wise not to share any of this with Gibbs if he didn't already know it. Gibbs didn't need hear at that moment that, even if Tony did survive, he might share some vamp traits. All that mattered was that Tony did survive. If he was unlucky enough to have developed some kind of vamp ability, then they would deal with it then. Ziva shook her head to clear her thoughts and worries and turned to face the mess Gibbs had left. Considering what had happened, she didn't mind that he was breaking Rule 45. Just as Gibbs thought she would, she had flown as fast as she could and made it to New Orleans in record time. Her skill and speed in flight were the best in the world, something she was proud of and was glad she possessed for a time like this. When Gibbs had first called her and told her Tony had been taken by vamps, she immediately got ready to leave. She loved Tony like a brother, and the news of him being abducted terrified her to her core. She had quickly gone to Vance and told him that Gibbs needed her. Being a close friend of her father's, she knew that he knew about their blood heritage. Vance hadn't been happy of course to have lost another agent, but he knew that if Gibbs was asking for help then it was important. Thankfully, he also knew better than to ask questions and just told her to update him when the situation was dealt with. She was not looking forward to what she had to tell him.

For now though she focused on cleaning up the remains of the vampires Gibbs had shredded. When she arrived on the scene, Gibbs had been fighting four vampires at once. Her first instinct was to jump in and help, even though Gibbs clearly didn't need the help. But then Tony had let out some kind of horrible groan, and she zipped over to stand near him, to protect him if need be and find out what was causing him such pain. That's when she had smelled the change on him and saw all the wounds. She knew he was dying. It was horrible to feel so helpless. She looked over at Gibbs as he finally faced the vampire who bit Tony. She watched as he ripped him to pieces in his rage before she called to him, knowing that if anyone could help Tony it would be Gibbs. She gathered the pieces of the vampires in a pile, also following her nose out to the two others' bodies and bringing them back into the room. A few pieces that were still whole were twitching; a head that was bashed in had eyes that were blinking unseeingly; an arm was crawling around a bit, trying to find its body. Ziva cringed. Vampire's bodies didn't die completely until they were either tiny pieces or burnt to ash. Ziva kicked the arm back into the pile, trying not to vomit, and pulled her lighter out of her pocket. She lit the arm on fire first and when it thrashed, it spread the flames to some of the other pieces. For what was left, she threw the lighter into the pile. It didn't take long for the pile to catch flame and soon all the pieces were nothing but ash.