Wanna know a secret? You know how Gibbs gave Sam Tylenol earlier? I have no idea what Tylenol is. See, I live in Australia and we don't have that here, we use Panadol as a common brand of painkillers. I had no idea if America even sells Panadol, I doubt it, but I had seen 'Tylenol' used in a lot of fics, so I decided to just sort of risk it. Probably could have looked it up, but anyways...

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Sam stood out of the way of the NCIS team along with his brother. They stayed quiet and still as Abby greeted the medical examiner - did she just call him Ducky? Sam could tell Dean was itching to get a move on and to be honest, so was he. Now that it was established they were the good guys, the two hunters wanted to jump right back into finding Yellow-Eyes before he became once more untraceable. But patience was, unfortunately, a must. This small group of federal workers had just been exposed to the world of demons. It was best not to rush them while the news sank in.

What Sam couldn't understand was why they had to get this Doctor involved. The more people that knew, the worse it was, and the longer it would take to have everyone convinced. They only had so much time left, Sam could feel it. His hand raised slightly to massage his aching temples, but he stopped halfway and dropped the hand. Dean was watching him out of the corner of his eye, and the younger brother didn't think he was feeling up to any concerned big brother interrogations. So he kept his face neutral and looked on as Abby revealed to the older man that a demon had possessed Tony.

As it turned out, Dean wasn't the only one watching him. Ziva was subtly studying both brothers through furtive glances and narrowed eyes. No one had yet explained to her why the men had suddenly been released and allowed to roam free, and Sam could see she wasn't the type to trust easily. He got the feeling that even after she was convinced that there are things lurking in the dark, she still wouldn't totally trust them.

A silence had begun to linger in the air after Abby's revelation, and the ME was openly staring at Tony. An uncertain smile played at the agent's lips, the obvious discomfort in being studied so showing as his body remained tense on the cool metal slab.

It was Dean that was the first to speak, and his ice breaker caused Sam to openly groan. "Hate to butt in here, but I gotta ask… How did you get a nickname like Ducky?" Dean had on his charming smile, his tone of voice light hearted. Sam could see he was actually curious. Admittedly Sam was too, but he had been hoping for a more appropriate time to ask. But this was the kind of thing to expect from Dean.

What Sam didn't expect was Gibbs walking over and smacking Dean upside the head. "You mind keeping a lid on it for a few minutes," the boss ordered exasperatedly. Sam couldn't quite hide his smirk as Dean just looked, wide eyed, at the older man. His mouth opened, then closed as he looked to Sam for defence. Upon seeing his younger brother do nothing but snicker, Dean backed down and quietly sulked. Sam was amazed. No one had been able to shut Dean up like that since… Well, since John.

Gibbs turned back to the main group, specifically Ducky, who hadn't had a chance to answer Dean's badly timed question. "Sorry about that Duck."

"It's quite alright, Jethro," Ducky answered quietly. He walked up to Tony and felt his forehead. "How are you feeling now Tony?"

Tony looked confused. "Ummm… I'm alrighty, Ducky, but uh…"

It was Ducky's turn to look confused. "What is it?"

Tony laughed uncertainly. "Aren't you taking this whole demon possession thing kind of well?"

"Are we sure it was a - a demon?" interrupted Ziva irritably.

"Definitely," Abby said, her face the most serious Sam had seen it. "I tested the water. Plain old holy water." Ziva grimaced and nodded. It seemed she'd only been waiting for confirmation. Sam had seen that before - she could see the truth was right in front of her, but refused to believe it until there was no other explanation. The reaction wasn't uncommon.

Meanwhile, Ducky's face had transformed into one of guilt. "Well, I suppose I appear to be accepting this a bit too easily, don't I…" he murmured. "The thing is, I'm sorry to say, this isn't my first brush with the supernatural."

"What?" cried out Abby indignantly. "You mean you've been holding back on me Ducky? Whenever I come forward with a new theory about something otherworldy, and the others just brush it off, you could have backed me up?"

"You're kidding me, right Ducky?" said Tony, more uncertain then ever.

Abby's train of thought changed suddenly. "Ducky! You have got to tell me what you've seen!" She was now excited and enthusiastic. "That autopsy you told me about, where the body disappeared, was that - "

"You want to explain this one to me, Doctor Mallard?" asked Gibbs quietly. He seemed kind of pissed to Sam.

Ducky avoided everyone's eyes and paced to the other side of the room, talking as he walked. "Well, as you all know, I've done quite a bit of travelling in my years. The expertise I am so fortunate to have in my field takes me to many places, some of which are very remote." Ducky turned to face his friends, Sam and Dean hovering uncertainly in the background. "It is hard to live such a varied life as mine without occasionally seeing something that can not quite be explained."

"Like what, Ducky?" asked McGee curiously, caught up in the revelation.

The doctor sighed as his eyes got a far away look in them. "Well, I was at one point working in a very small town situated on the edge of a forest. Many people had gone missing there, and when a body was finally found, they felt they needed a more experienced opinion." The silence of the room was a hint for him to continue. "The body - a young woman, poor thing - had been shredded and torn. It appeared she had been slowly drained of blood, as if hanging for days before dying. It was a terrible tragedy." Ducky shook his head sadly. "Search parties had been sent into dense woodlands, but found no other bodies. However, a small handful of people claimed to have seen someone, or at least the shadow of someone. They said it moved so quickly it was like a blur in the corner of their eye." Ziva noticed Sam and Dean exchange meaningful looks, but did not interrupt. "About a week later a hunter was attracted to one of his bear traps by what he described as an inhuman scream. The thing he had caught was certainly not human. It was incredibly tall and thin, with long sharp teeth and what the hunter described to be glowing eyes. I believe this description because I studied it after it was killed."

"Hold on," Sam spoke up. "You're telling me an average hunter caught a Wendigo with an average bear trap, and then killed it? Really?" Most of the team looked confused but Ducky smiled.

"The trap was made of pure iron, and the hunter stabbed it's heart with a silver stake soon after. I believe such a method is very effective on your wendeegos." His slight accent dragged out the word making Sam think he was perhaps British or Scottish.

"That wasn't a turkey hunter you met, Duck-man," said Dean confidently. "I think you stumbled across an actual hunter. Like, our kind of hunting."

Ducky chuckled. "Well I must say, my dear man, he certainly had me fooled. The beard and trucker hat seemed authentic enough, and the old boy was certainly gruff enough to - "

Sam and Dean looked at each other, grinning. "Bobby!" they exclaimed as one. "That geezer never told me you could use bear traps," muttered Dean.

"I'm impressed Ducky," commented Tony. "To think you of all people could actually hold off on a story that impressive…"

Ducky chuckled. "I still have a few tales up my sleeve."

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me," pouted Abby.

"Well I would have hated for you to get to encouraged, my dear," admitted Ducky. "I didn't want you running off to try and find something for yourself. I would hate for you to end up lying on one of these tables." He gestured to the metal slabs behind him.

"Awww, thanks Ducky!" said Abby, hugging the older man. Sam admired the way she so easily forgave and forgot. He squinted through flaming pain as his head began to drum loudly. Those painkillers were useless.

Gibbs shook his head and rubbed his eyes. This was too much. He turned to look at the brothers who were leaning against the office desk in the corner of the room. Dean was watching the team's conversation expectantly as Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. The younger brother wasn't looking so good.

"Is Tony going to be ok, Duck?" asked Gibbs as he continued to watch the brothers. Dean just looked back, waiting to see what would happen next.

"It's hard to say," came the voice of his long time friend. "While I have of course learnt of demon possessions, I've never witnessed one for myself. I do not know the side effects involved in such a matter."

Sam looked up with tired eyes to answer for the doctor. "He should be fine. As long as the host body isn't damaged while being possessed - "

"Or thrown out of a warehouse window," muttered Dean quietly, looking guilty.

"Then there shouldn't be any lasting effects." Sam smiled at Tony. "You got off lucky, man. Trust me."

"I can believe that," replied DiNozzo. "Just getting glimpses of what that monster was thinking…" he shuddered. Gibbs made a note to suggest time off for his agent later. Despite Winchester's reassurances, he was justifiably worried about Tony. It would have to wait though.

"What's happened with our staff sergeant?" Gibbs asked Dean.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be so hopeful for that guy," replied Dean. His face was dark and angry. "He got caught by the big cheese. I doubt you'll be getting him back."

"Damn," murmured Gibbs. But who was the 'big cheese'? Was he the Yellow Eyes thing they had mentioned earlier? "Ok, we'll head up to the squadroom and discuss a plan of action." Gibbs began walking, his team automatically following. "We're going to have to figure out our next move." Sam and Dean followed after the others as the autopsy doors opened with a slight hiss. Gibbs turned to see Ducky still standing by the lit up x-ray wall. "Not coming, Duck?"

Ducky smiled sheepishly. "No, I don't think so Jethro. I've had my fill of the weird and dangerous for one day."

"Alright," Gibbs smirked. He could completely understand Donald Mallard's view. He only wished he had that same luxury.

"Dude, you ok?" asked Dean quietly to Sam, who simply nodded in response and continued to look pale.

"Good luck, Jethro!" Ducky called as the elevator doors opened.

A rough circle was formed in the open walled squad room. It had been a long day and the sky was dark outside, so most employees had gone home for the night. A cleaner whistled tunelessly as he vacuumed the carpet on the far side of the floor. Abby offered the brothers chairs, which Sam gratefully accepted and Dean politely ignored. The older brother stood just behind and to the left of the younger one, who was leaning forward in his chair. Gibbs observed this almost soldier like behaviour with interest. It was like he'd been trained.

"How did you get sucked into all of this?" asked Gibbs. He wanted to know their history a bit more before mapping out a plan with them. Abby's eyes lightened up, obviously relieved she was going to get to hear the story.

Dean and Sam, however, looked less enthusiastic. "I don't think that's really relevant," sidestepped Dean.

"If we're going to be working together, I think it is. I like to know who I'm trusting my life with."

"Woah, woah, hold up there man." Dean looked downright stubborn now. "It's best if we work alone. I mean, no offence, but you wouldn't let ordinary civilians run into a nest of terrorists or whatever with nothing but a half loaded gun, would you? I get that you guys have been doing your job for a long time and all, but our job is completely different."

"I dunno," argued McGee lightly. "We both investigate, we both do the research, we both take down the bad guys, right?"

"Yeah, but the bad guys you take down won't rip your head off within seconds for a bit of a laugh," countered Dean.

"And the guys you go after can be stopped with the threat of an average bullet," added Sam quietly. He sounded almost envious.

"So why do you do it?" asked Ziva.

"It's not like we chose this path," said Dean. He was getting frustrated. "I mean, this one wanted to go to college for god's sake," he nodded to Sam, talking as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Dude, I did go to college," sighed Sam. He continued to rub his eyes as he muttered, almost to himself, "I finally got out…"

"What made you come back to the life, then?" asked Tony. Sam's hands stopped moving and they slowly lowered to his lap, his eyes staying glued to the floor.

"Sam, you don't have to - " started Dean warningly, glaring at the agents.

"We need their help Dean, to escape if nothing else," argued the tall man. Dean remained quiet but looked extremely unhappy. "A demon - the demon, the one we've been hunting, the one that took your navy guy. It killed our mom when we were little. I was only six months old. Dad became a hunter, a person who fights monsters, ghosts and all that, looking for revenge. So, naturally, we were brought up the same way." The last sentence sounded slightly resentful, and Dean's glare was turned on Sam momentarily before going back to the NCIS team. "Eventually I left for college, while Dean and Dad continued hunting." The squad room was still, no one but Sam speaking, even Gibbs engrossed in the story. "That went on for almost two years until - " Sam cut off and went back to rubbing his eyes painfully.

Gibbs looked to Dean to continue, as did the others. Dean sighed and said in an annoyed voice, "Until dad went missing and the demon - " Dean looked back to his brother, both his expression and voice immediately softening. "The Yellow Eyed son of a bitch killed Sam's girlfriend." Abby's hands went to her mouth amid the sudden silence. Suddenly she was leaning down and hugging Sam tightly. Dean raised his eye brows but Sam, after a moment of surprised tension, smiled softly and hugged her back.

"So you teamed up again and went back to searching for the demon," finished Ziva.

"That's it."

"Did you at least find your dad?" asked McGee.

The brothers' expressions once again turned pained. It was Sam that answered. "Well, yeah, we found him. But so did Yellow-Eyes, so now John's gone too."

Wow. Gibbs rubbed the back of his head and looked away. Like him, they had lost their family to a monster. But he had eventually gotten his revenge. These brothers still had no such closure. Gibbs could feel his respect for the hunters growing, and he began to feel sure that these were two men he could trust. It was about time someone did.

"Look, you don't need to get involved in this," emphasised Dean. "I get that he hurt your marine, but it's best if you leave this stuff to us. It's safer that way. If you could just help us get out of here, maybe throw Henricksen off our trail for a while, that'll be enough. Seriously."

The younger agents looked to Gibbs, as did Abby who was still hugging Sam. They would follow his lead on this, though Abby at least looked adamant in her defiance. She very much wanted to help. Gibbs looked from the agents to the brothers. They had lost an awful lot, and it sounded like this yellow eyed thing was damned dangerous. Gibbs looked back at his team. He didn't want to lose any more of his family. If they had been trained and properly briefed on this kind of thing, the whole team would jump at the chance to help. Hell, they probably wanted to anyway. Gibbs had great faith in his team, yet this could be so out of their league…

His pondering was cut short by a gasp from Sam. The young man had been dealing with that headache for a while, but now it appeared to be growing intensely. Abby let go and stood back, worried she had hurt him, as Sam brought his hands to his eyes, much like he had when he had experienced the fit earlier in interrogation.

"Aw dammit," muttered Dean, turning the chair and crouching down so he was facing his brother. Sam gasped again, louder this time, and Dean caught him as he leaned further forward almost falling out of the chair. His face was scrunched up in pain.

"What - " Abby began.

"Just back off," ordered Dean impatiently before focusing on his brother. His face was full of concern and his hands gripped Sam's shoulders tightly as his eyes searched Sam's face. For what, Gibbs didn't know. "Sammy," Dean said quietly, staring hard at Sam's face. Sam only moaned in response, barely even registering Dean's existence. The older brother looked extremely angry and concerned.

"Should I call an ambulance?" asked Tony, but Gibbs raised a hand to quiet him. It appeared Sam was experiencing a relapse of before, and Dean was the best qualified in the room to help.

"Let him do his thing," murmured Gibbs quietly. It continued for a few minutes, Sam twitching and gasping in pain, Dean holding him to the chair and occasionally quietly saying his name, telling Sam he was there, it was ok…

Finally Sam opened his eyes, sucking in a deep breath of air as if he had forgotten to in the last five minutes. As before, he looked jumpy, like a rabbit caught in headlights, his eyes wide and panicked.

"Sammy!" yelled Dean, getting his attention. "It's alright, I'm here." By this point McGee, for one, was feeling uncomfortable. This seemed like a significant event for the brothers, and it was a much too personal scene for so many to be watching. But he couldn't turn his eyes away.

Sam's shoulders sagged as he managed to focus on his brother, his entire body minutely relaxing. They looked at each other, a moment of understanding passing between them, before Sam's eyes went back to searching. He looked around, finally settling on Gibbs. His face was full of worry and his voice was laced with dread as he asked a question that caused Gibbs' hair to stand on end.

"Do you, by any chance, have a boat in your basement?"

PHOOFT.

P.S, I had promised myself I wouldn't till this story was done, but I started another fic, this one based on Fairy Tail. So if you like that manga/anime, look for my story, it's called Not So Friendly. I also have all these different ideas, for HIMYM, for NCIS, for NCIS LA, maybe even Bones or a Bones/NCIS crossover... So many choices! Don't worry though, this story is number one priority until it's finished. And it almost is finished! Wow!

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