Disclaimer: VanHelsings Angel and I don't own NCIS or Supernatural. It's a pity that the owners don't know what we could do with the show if we did own it. I have a few ideas –evil grin-

A/N: I love these notey things! I'm going to count all of mine one day, it'll be pretty interesting what huge complicated number I get.

All righty! I've written this chapter oh, about 3 times. The things I do for my readers…

Before the season ended Dean accidentally got a girl pregnant!

Not just any girl though, it's my fellow SN chickadee Julz! Yay for Julz. She's a mad Jensen fan so I decided she could have Dean's baby instead.

Anyhow Dean's going to find out she's preggers and go back to her to help raise this child

On with the story cause I'm just so cool!

VHA: Dude, you talk too much. The second part of this chapter is mine.

Sam woke to the sound of his cell ringing madly. He caught it just before it fell off the bedside table next to him and looked at the screen. It was Dean. He flipped it open, "Dean, it's too early for this! Can't we talk later in the morning? I have another 3 hour meeting with my pillow and my quilt."

Dean sighed and listened to Sam complain.

"Are you finished yet Princess? This kinda can't wait. I just rang to say that I'm moving out of Washington."

His younger brother jerked awake again,

"Why?" He demanded, and Dean took a deep breath,

"Well, you remember that night we spent in Louisville a couple of days before we got the demon?" Sam grunted a reply, "Well that girl Julia I slept with. The thing is… I'm gonna be a daddy soon and I've decided to move back with her to look after the kid."

Sam sat up suddenly, "Wait, you're going to have a kid?" He said groggily, and there was silence at the other end of the line for a few moments, as Dean thought about it.

"Technically I'm not having it. She's the one pregnant with it. You see Sammy, it's all part of the thing we call life. The man sees a girl he really likes and…" Sam cut him off suddenly.

"It's too early in the morning for a human genetics lesson. The thing I can't grasp is the fact that you'll have a responsibility! You have a kid on the way and a new love. You do love her, right?"

Dean chuckled, "I love her in the bedroom, that's all I can say!"

Sam sighed, then brightened "So, when's the wedding?" He asked sarcastically and it sounded as if Dean started to hyperventilate on the other end.

Sam laughed, "I gotta get ready for work Dean. See you later."

The phone clicked as Dean and Sam hung up at the same time. Sam stood up and retrieved a pair of black pants, a light blue shirt and his suit jacket. He tucked a blue striped tie into his pocket in case he needed it and wrapped a scarf around his neck.

It was October and as the days passed it got colder and colder. He shoved his shoes on and looked over at the clock. He had approximately 30 minutes to get to work.

45 minutes later Sam pulled up into the car park and spotted DiNozzo leaning heavily on his cane outside the entrance. Sam fought his way through the jungle of cars in the car park.

"We've got a case down on Hasten St. We're taking my car this time," Tony yelled as Sam came into earshot. Sam reached him as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, "You damage it, you die. Simple." DiNozzo chucked the keys at Sam with what he would consider a wide shot. Sam lazily stuck his hand out and caught them.

The marine base they arrived at looked like something out of Wysteria Lane (crappy American woman's sit-com). White picket fences, pink and white rose bushes in full bloom and pristine mowed lawns. The two men entered a house with a huge collection of crystal animals in glass cases. The only thing that was out of place in this apple pie like home was the dead woman propped up against the huge fluffy pillows on the bed.

Ducky was already there, muttering to himself as he inspected the body.

"Multiple stab wounds, trauma caused by a heavy blunt object…" He stood up and cleared his throat, "Well, whoever did this certainly wanted the job done properly…" He stated to everyone in the room. Gibbs popped up next to Sam suddenly, scaring the living shat out of him.

Sam clutched at his chest, "Do you have to do that?" He asked pleadingly, and Gibbs looked at him strangely.

"Do what?"

McGee bustled into the room a few moments behind Gibbs, looking as harried as ever, carrying the cameras and Forensic kits. Sam rushed to the Probie's side, took a camera and a case of the Investigative tools, and handed Tony the camera.

"So Boss, what does this Dame have to do with NCIS, exactly?" DiNozzo asked looking around the perfect room.

"Her husband is a Marine, DiNozzo, and a very powerful one. Makes Madame L'Director look like a kitten." Gibbs said as Ducky moved away and he began to photograph the body. "You can take her in about a half hour Duck." He said as the old Coroner went to leave.

DiNozzo limped up to the bed head, and photographed a smudge of blood on the corner of the headboard.

Sam moved in next to DiNozzo, "Gibbs, this looks like the only out-of place thing in the whole room…" Then he looked closer at the blood stain, "And even this looks too controlled to be anything…"

"Yeah Boss," Tony agreed, "It's like… She just got spirited here…"

"There are no coincidences, no accidents, no amazing happenings in my Crime Scene. You will find out what happened here." Gibbs said as he turned to go.

"But Boss, there's nothing…" McGee began, but was Gibbs-Slapped as the man himself swept out the door.

"Here…" McGee finished quietly, and looked at the woman on the bed.

"That's it…" DiNozzo said, cracking his back as he stood from his study of the blood-spot on the bed head. He flipped open his phone and dialled Ducky's number, catching him as he went to get into his vehicle.

"That was fast, Tony!" The Coroner crowed loudly, they could hear his comment from outside as well as on the phone. Sam pushed back the curtain and waved, the men smiled at Ducky's enthusiasm.

"Well, there is nothing, and we mean nothing, here." DiNozzo continued t Ducky, "I've never seen such a perfect Murder…"

He hung up and began to pack up, Tim followed suits.

Sam heaved a sigh, and turned to leave the room, when his eyes caught something in the hangings of the Four-Poster bed. The lace curtains were hanging normaly, but as the mid-morning light caught them, Sam could see long slashes in the material.

"DiNozzo, wait… Come here!" Sam called to the older Investigator. Tony limped over slowly, "What is it Probie Number Two?"

Sam thought he caught a look of disbelief that turned to jealousy on McGee's face at the use of the name 'Probie'.

Sam dismissed it. "Can you see that?" He pointed to the slashes.

DiNozzo nodded slowly as McGee came to stand behind them both. "And it's not random…" Tony said slowly.

Sam focused harder on the slashes, and began to see they weren't just random rips, but words…

Isn't it the Perfect Murder?

I know I've done quite well…

Come to the abandoned building site,

And more secrets I will tell.

Sam read this short verse of poetry out to the other two, and they all stood silent for a moment.

"So our murderer is Edger Allen Poe? Awsome, a dead poet." Tony broke the silence.

"It would seem that the Murderer is just playing with us now…"McGee mused.

Ducky entered the room, humming an old tune, and greeted them all cheerily, but sobered at their stony expressions. Sam read him the verse, and Ducky nodded slowly.

"Well, Gentlemen, it seems we have an Eccentric…"